A/N: I decided to upload this chapter earlier because I'm having a bad week so something to cheer me up a little. But I'm still eh at the moment :( but enough of my venting but happy you all are enjoying it so far! Here is part 1 out of 3 of Al's crazy bachelor party. For the next six chapters they all link together (3 of Al's 3 of Arthur's and they flip flop) so the next chapter will be the start of Arthur's okay. Thank you for the 20+ followers hope there are more I have more ideas in store and basically have the whole outline done. Enjoy! Be sure to check the soundtrack off my profile the theme song for this chapter is up. Live your life by T.I ft Rihanna (anything sound familar *coughhangovercough*)
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Chapter 5- Celebration
Three days before the big day everything was according to plan. During the duration of planning and organizing our Anglo American pair was in a frenzy getting everything situated. They agreed to split everything in half: decorations, getting a reservation at a church, flowers, catering, suits, etc. But in Arthur's terms he wished for their wedding not to scream the colors: red, white, and blue. It was very tacky but the American could not get enough of it. Alfred cockily replied back that they were both of their colors so why not celebrate in style? But after a few disagreements here and there they finally came to a conclusion that Alfred supposedly got from the catalogue. He found a page while lazily looking through the wedding catalogue finding a somewhat pretty theme with the colors: blue and white. On the page people were holding a mix of white roses and blue hydrangeas. Since it was late in November close to the month of December it would be a good, appropriate combination to use. Arthur later got a reservation of a church that his officials and the royal family use so seating would be plenty. As for catering many of their close friends happily agreed to fix up a few dishes from their native land especially Francis. He was luckily allowed to make the cake with some sort of chocolate center in the middle to please the hungry American. Finally it was three days before the big day. Both boys have settled getting their trips and itinerary ready for their bachelor parties, but for Arthur he supposedly called his stag night in British terms. Alfred was on his way out the door wishing a farewell to his departed fiancé.
"Well I'm off babe!" Afred smiled.
"You better not do anything stupid! And there will be not much drinking involved! I want you back here in one piece."
"Babe, Los Vegas is my party city but rest to sure you we won't be getting in too much trouble."
Arthur glared back in anger prompting Alfred to calm the worried Brit off.
"I keed I keed. But I swear I will call you when we get there okay?"
"You better," Arthur glared back.
"I should say the same for you. Going pub hopping sweetie?"
"Just to let you know we won't be doing anything foolish. Tomorrow will be a simple, pleasant night thank you very much. Kiku has planned a lot for the entertainment."
"Oh babe you and your girly slumber parties, you going to paint your nails while you are at it?" The American winked back, "Why aren't you wearing a dress again?"
Arthur glared back blushed to the extreme in fiery red, "Do I look like a woman to you?"
"Uh..no ma'am!"
Arthur continuously slapped his arm. "Hahahahah I meant sir!"
"You are lucky that you are cute, lad," Arthur gave Alfred a peck on the cheek and gave him his bag and carryon filled with games and videos to keep him entertained for the plane ride. "Have fun love but not too much!"
"Al are you ready yet? These guys are getting a bit antsy here eh," Mattie called from the car. "Right. Alright babe, have fun!" Alfred pecked Arthur quickly on the lips and ran off to his car filled with his bickering bridal party: Matthew, Francis, Antonio, and surprisingly Ivan. After getting buckled in and got the 'a-okay' go from his crew, Alfred pulled away from the driveway blowing kisses and waving towards his blushing Brit.
Just be safe idiot.
Arthur walked back in the house getting ready for his bash tomorrow.
"Right, we gotta set some ground rules for this trip broskis!" Alfred called out eyeing everyone in the mirror. "Iggy bitched at me about control and not drinking too much or something. So those are the rules we are following. Got that commie?" Alfred gave a full farce glare for a second towards the creepily smiling Russian on his right. "Da," Ivan replied back quickly. Alfred looked back in the mirror glaring at the supposed bored Frenchman for his approval. "Got that Frenchie?" The Frenchman flipped his hair off to the side in annoyance, "Why are we going to Vegas exactly? Typical American, why couldn't we have gone somewhere more bourgeois?"
"Aww c'mon Frenchie this party will be da bomb! And frog, when we are on the plane, no flirting with the air ladies!"
"Eck Paris would have been better." Alfred stared in a deep trance through the mirror prompting the Frenchman, "Is this YOUR engagement party, Francis?" The Frenchmen blew off the insult and started to mingle French with the shy Canadian throwing Alfred's knowledge off the Richter scale.
Antonio's quiet what's the hold up?
Alfred took a peek in the back seat seeing the Spaniard in a stressed out state texting away on his phone.
"Ay Anty whatcha texting?"
"You stupid Amerique isn't it obvious our dear Antonio is going to become a father again soon? Of course he is worried sick out of his mind about his little Romano," The Frenchman glared back.
"I thought his family was staying over at Feli's until the wedding? So he's in good hands why the twitgy attitude brah?"
"Oh Alfred you will understand later when Angleterre starts to get fertile," Francis winked back at the pale face American while Antonio pounded away on his phone to his irritated Italian.
I am going to be ending up like that if that does happen? Oh god I don't want kids clouding my super hero brain on this trip. Think of happy thoughts you are the hero after all. That's right dude I'm the greatest.
"Whoot fuck yeah!" Alfred cheered pumping his fist out of the blue making everyone in the car stare in confusion. "Eh..nevermind," the American lowered down his fore arm and continued driving onward. For a few minutes driving on the crazy Brit roads Al had nothing better to do so he talked with Matthew for the time being.
"Ay Matt. You alright?" Alfred asked. Matthew had never been better, forcing to sit in the middle back seat between the stressed out crazy Spaniard and the flirtatious Frenchman. Yeah it couldn't get any better at all. "I'm fine Al," Matt replied back. Then suddenly to add a little enjoyment for the ride Francis sprung one of his perverted ideas. He turned towards the shy Canadian caressing one of his delicate hands over the Canadian's red cheek. "Oh mon cher you should be marrying me, non? We have a lot in common."
"Uhhh.." The Canadian was stuttering out his mind until his brother was throwing gagging noises from the front seat. "Eck, you smell too bad Frenchie for anyone to marry you."
"I-I think Francis smells nice," Matthew admitted pleasing the sexual Frenchman getting a rub on the back in return. Boy Francis can do some very good back rubs. The Canadian was in pure heaven getting all the nuts and bolts unscrewed making his back like jelly. "Mattie, you are just a cray cray Canadian! Frenchie smells like 100 day old cheese," The American scoffed off. Alfred was pissed beyond belief he didn't want his only innocent brother having any romantic affairs with that perverted frog on the trip. What a way to start this supposed kickass adventure a crazy, a freaked out Spanish dude texting constantly to his baby momma, a French duo almost about to get it on in the back seat, and the creepy Russian humming a disturbing melody making the American to almost shit himself.
Oh God help me.
"Francis stop! That is not my back!" The Canadian cried feeling the wandering hands moving downward toward his ass, groping him like no tomorrow. "Alfred! Help me!" Alfred took the initiative using his hero senses pulling to the side of the road stomping on the breaks in a rigid manner. "Yo Frenchie! Hands off Canadia! Bro, your ass will get kicked out of this car so fast…You'll…" Alfred was red in pure anger. He was so mad he almost lost his train of thought. "Hon hon hon hon," The Frenchmen simply laughed and continued caressing the Canadian's cheek once more. "But look at his skin. So soft."
"You'll have to prostitute yourself for a ride back!" Alfred yelled back pointing his index finger towards the Frenchman. "That will not be necessary I am too sexy I will just be given a ride."
"Anty help me out here brah! Kick some sense in your perverted friend over there!" Alfred found that the Spaniard was staring blank at his phone looking like he had lost connection to reality, poor soul. "That won't be necessary you stupid American. Antonio is waiting for the results. Our little Italians went for their daily check-ups right now." Francis mentioned pointing to the half-dead Antonio.
Seriously what the fudge about mentioning kids again!? Arggghhhhhh!
Alfred numbed the aching headache starting to build up in his oversized ego. "Oh god why me?" Ivan couldn't take it anymore of the bickering. Out of the blue he forcibly pushed Alfred's big head into the steering wheel knocking some sense in him blasting the horns' speakers to his ears. Everyone in the car excepted Antonio perked up from the aftershock. "What the fuck!?" Alfred screamed, holding his head in pain, over to the smiling Russian.
"Why we stop? We can't miss our flight right? Am-er-i-ca."
"Commie," Alfred whispered back harshly. He got back into gear shifting the car again in drive and returned back to the course of the road. "America why you invite me? I hate you, you hate me. It strange, da?" Ivan asked. "Well you see commie there are two reasons why I dragged your sorry ass here. Numero uno our babes are like besties and want us to settle out our differences like stick up the ass grown-ups which I doubt would ever happen like ever and two member a few years back?" Ivan smiled maliciously back, "Do, 'Merica. "You lost horribly during that. You want rematch da?" Alfred nodded back rapidly like a mad man, "Only reason why I brought you, commie bastard! All you mofos will witness me beating crazy commie at a drinking game!" Alfred was on his 'A' game cheering loudly in the car like a lunatic while swirling his car outrageously on the roads. Thank goodness no one had pulled him over. Finally coming across towards the airport in London Alfred took the first spot he spotted, the perfect parking spot ever. He slammed his breaks down hastily almost rocking the car down forward in the spot; at least everyone was responsible putting their seatbelts on. "Let's go, haul your asses~!" The American yelled over getting out of the vehicle slamming his door closed. Everyone was in agreement dragging their butts out of the car to get their luggage except a particular Frenchman.
"I will not haul anything I am too beautiful!" Francis exclaimed. Alfred was in no mood for this bitchiness. He facepalmed his forehead to clear his thoughts about killing the sassy Frenchmen. "Then your bags are staying here in the car."
"Hmph!" Francis flicked his hair in a prissy way and glared back crossing his arms. "Gaaah such a drama queen!" Through the Canadian's eyes, Matthew saw the argument back and forth like a never ending ping pong match. It was really getting out of hand. He simply dashed towards the trunk fishing both his and Francis's luggage to avoid any problems. As the best man it was his duty to keep everything running smooth, especially pleasing the groom. Main goal of trip: try to calm his non-existing tits down before the words 'I do'. "Not to worry eh. Francis I got yours," Matthew was having a bit trouble carrying Francis's plus his own. What did the Frenchman carry anyways? Could there been a whole, loaded suitcase just to keep his hair intact? Matthew couldn't take the weight on his limp arms. After a few slow paces he collapsed underneath the mountain of luggage. Alfred noticed his poor brother and ran quickly towards the mess. "Bro?" He tapped the tip of his foot on the conscious looking Canadian's head. Thankfully he was breathing.
"Ackk Mathieu what are you doing!?" Francis yelled running over to his valuables, "You dropped my bags, they are guichi!"
"Yo frenchie! Either get your bags off of him or my foot will be so far up your ass!" Alfred pointed out reaching his foot up in mid-air to prepare for the task. "Shut it stupid American!" Francis scoffed and immediately started to grab his belongings. "Give them to me." He reached over for his two suitcases and carryon that weighed like a ton to Matthew. "And you wonder why you're broke as hell!" Alfred called back getting is light bag and carryon out of the trunk. "More expensive than your life!"
"Pft whatever. Let's go everyone!" Alfred waved over for everyone's attention, pointing over towards the airport's main entrance. All of the boys, except Antonio he was a lifeless dummy but with the help of Francis pushing him in the right direction, started to enhance towards the door. But unexpectedly on this particular day many people seem to be traveling. The lines were very long. It would take forever to just get on board. While waiting in line to receive their boarding passes, Francis asked the American, "Did you have us some private jet you simple American? I rather prefer that then all of this waiting. My poor feet can't take it anymore!"
"I already used up my private jets lines on my big special date with iggs. As for the line you guys are gonna have to bare!" Alfred yelled back.
Please please please line hurry the fuck up so I can drown my sorrows in my new video game on the damn plane! These guys are killing me here!
"No private jet? How will Mathieu and I get any privacy?!"
"What!?"
Matthew shrieked causing everyone in the airport to inspect the commotion. That down righted popped the American's bubble. He didn't care whatsoever if people were watching him pop this Frenchie's cherry from molesting his brother. "Somebody don't hold me back cause I'm gonna crack this Frenchie!" Alfred was in a ready stance running in for the attack when a certain Russian blocked his way. "What the fuck!? Again! You ass! Get out of my way!" Alfred tried and tried again but couldn't succeed passing the Russian who was pissing him off more to the extreme.
"Line cleared. Go get tickets while I solve problem with little leaf da?" The Russian smiled merrily. "Da fuck? How did the line clear up so fast I swear it was like packed a few minutes ago," The American looked confused as ever but he was not that stupid. "I help. I did good." Alfred looked around the airport seeing innocent bystanders out of the line making a clear way for the Russian's party. Their faces were painted with worried and frightened looks that look very terrifying. Alfred would never know how or what that crazy commie did to these innocent people. "Now go. Please proceed," The Russian slowly took out his steel pipe pushing Alfred towards the counter for the tickets. Alfred was resisting placing his heels on the ground slowly stopping. "What's your deal!?" Alfred turned around glaring back at the dopey, grinning Russian. "No deal. Something to prove partners back home we did well. Can't lie da?"
"Well this is not good! Look at all of these people thinking that we are cray cray, a bunch of lunatics escaped from the nuthouse! What the hell! We aren't even on the fucking plane yet and this trip sucks balls!" Alfred yelled at the top of his lungs stomping his way towards the main desk to get his tickets. "Hey sorry about what that ass…I meant what crazy commie did earlier." Alfred pointed out towards the end of the suppose line revealing the smiling Russian waving towards the front smiling deeply as ever. The lady behind the desk looked just as frighten as the rest of them. "Please, Please it is no t-trouble at all sir..H-how may I help you?"
"Umm. Yeah I ordered tickets for the next plane going to the states, aka Los Vegas."
"Oh I see," The woman replied back. She searched in her database on her computer finding that Alfred already paid for them. She printed the boarding passes quickly and handed to him in a flash. "Thank you for flying and have a nice day!"
"Thank you."
Alfred felt so guilty to receive them but he hastily grabbed them, put them in his pocket, and ran back to his crew finding the clever Russian swinging Matthew around like a brand new toy. "Little Canadian man is saved!"
"Waah help me!" Matthew cried out. Alfred called out failing his arms, "Commie bastard! Put Mattie down!" Francis was in agreement too seeing his beloved Matthew getting manhandled by not himself. "You put him down this instant! Give eem back! You giant oaf!" The Russian was having the time of his life killing two birds with one stone: pissing off his arch rival and having a little fun teasing the innocent Canadian. Alfred remembered he had the boarding passes in his pocket. He hastily took them out waving them in mid-air for everyone to see prompting the Russian to fling the Canadian towards the ground. Luckily Matthew was caught by the flirtatious Frenchman. "Are you okay Mathieu?" Francis asked caressing his red, blushing cheek. Watching his brother get too cuddly with the Frenchman prompt Alfred further beyond, he quickly grabbed on tight of Francis's golden locks dragging him away from the scene. "If you think you're getting cuddly with my lil bro while I can see it, you are a very stupid man."
"Oh, Dios mío! Estoy teniendo una niña! Me siento muy feliz!" The Spaniard yelled out of the heavens running around the airport jumping and cheering with joy.
Did Anty just talk?
Everyone was very confused. Antonio was just a lifeless dummy moments ago now he was crying with happiness jumping around in delight. Alfred stopped and turned around getting a pleasing response from the Frenchman who was squealing in pain. "Ow Ow. Let me go you stupid American!"
"Nope!" Alfred smiled back. "Yo Anty what are you so happy about?" The Spaniard looked back from his phone finally making eye contact with the American, "Oh I got a text from Ludwig and got some happy news about the baby!" Antonio smiled giddy, "I'm going to have a little girl and so is Feli! I'm so happy!" Antonio went back on his phone smashing his buttons to give the love of his life happy, mushy, lovey texts. "Congrats brah," Alfred smiled. After a few moments Antonio couldn't take it anymore he was here while the love of his life was a few nations away. He needed to be there pronto! "I have to go! I really can't stay now that my Lovi needs me!" The Spaniard made haste until Ivan was quick enough to sling him over his shoulder. "No you need fun! That is what trip's purpose is da?" Francis tried to get view of his friend without damaging his precious hair any further. "Antonio mon cher you need rest. Our little Romano will be just fine with the others non? Now Alfred let me loose so I could slap you silly of your recklessness!" Francis called out.
Oh god Ludwig taking care of that bitch hehehehe glad that ain't me. Oh god why do kids pop up in these conversations again ehhhh stupid Alfred think of hamburgers. Yeah hamburgers that's the stuff and now I'm hungry damnit hopefully the plane's food ain't shit.
Alfred simply laughed and ignored the Frenchman, "Dude Lovi will be so okay. You get so clingy, no wonder hahahahaahahaha. Let's go!"
"No my Romano needs me. My little girl needs her papi ahora!" The Spaniard kicked and cried to escape but did not prevail from the Russian's tight grasp. "Silly Spaniard," Ivan smiled and walked with the others towards through security. At the gates everyone was scanned and cleaned to go except apparently Ivan was holding up the lines. Alfred couldn't figure out why he had so much metal on him. Mainly the items on the said Russian were empty flasks, bottles, keys, and his prize possession: steel pipe. But eventually he was finally cleaned out of his pockets, shoes, and jacket and was escorted with the others to continue on. When arriving towards the gate to hand in their passes Francis was severing the worst headache that he ever came upon ever since his hair was securely attached to the American's strong hand. "Ow Ow Ow! Alfred let go! Please have mercy!" Francis cried out. Alfred just simply waved it off and gave the lady everyone's boarding passes. "Nope! Bro it is punishing time with what you did to Mattie!"
"I saved him from the fall how is that bad?!" Francis yelled out loud. Matthew was just the innocent bystander looking at the commotion he knew that his brother was simply helping him out but Francis did save him from cracking his skull open. "Alfred it's okay. Please don't," Matthew simply stared and pleaded with his hot headed brother. Alfred ignored and dragged the crying Frenchman through the gate with Matthew sighing behind their trail. "No, No please let me go so I can see my Lovi!" Antonio cried on the Russian's shoulders. Ivan smiled and followed right after Matthew.
When the boys arrived inside the plane Alfred legitimately let go of the Frenchman's hair. "Alright everyone just get to your seats!" Alfred looked at his ticket and was stuck on the seat on the end. With a bummer look on the groom's face, Matthew noticed quickly that his seat was near a window and offered to switch seats. "Thanks brah you are a great best man!" Alfred smiled back giving his brother a traditional 'noogie' as a thank you. "A-Alfred! It's okay! I was just doing my job! Let go!" Matthew replied back trying to catch a breather or two from the unexpected action. "Yes sir. Please take your seats! We are about to start takeoff!" The air attendant replied back sternly. Alfred let go of Matthew, rubbed the back of his neck smiling at the lady as an apology and took his seat near the window. It turned out that switching with Matthew seemed a bad idea. The row right across from them was apparently Antonio by the window giving blank stares and crying at his phone and next to him was Francis who was at the end of the aisle winking towards Matthew giving him suggestive looks.
Oh fuck no!
"Mattie I don't care about this seat anymore, switch with me!" Alfred pleaded until the pilot turned on the speakers to call. "Attention all: We are taking off in a few moments, buckle up and have a nice flight!" As soon when Matthew was about to answer the plane started to drive on the runaway then it got faster and faster popping everyone's ear drums from the impact finally lifted off in the air. Once the plane was securely up in the air the seatbelt button turned off and the pilot made another announcement on the speaker, "Attention this is your pilot speaking we are now in midair the time is around noon and we should be in the United States in six hours feel free to walk around and be comfortable for the time being and again thank you for flying."
Six fucking hours just kill me now!
Alfred unbuckled from his seat and tried to get Matthew off of his. "Switch with me again!" Matthew looked somewhat annoyed and waved his hand, "Al I'm quite comfortable here I really don't want to move."
"Please Please Please!" Alfred begged. After a few begs here and there Matthew figured out the main problem: him and Francis an aisle away from each other. "Alfred if it's about Francis I can handle it myself just take a nap to rest or watch the view from the window you like that. I will not move from this seat unless I have to go but surely not with him!" Matthew blushed and pointed towards the smiling Frenchman. Alfred sighed, "Alright. But you better watch out for him! I don't want you both joining the mile-high club today!"
"Alfred I don't like him like that!" Matthew blushed back prompting Francis to reply, "Oh mon cher you are so cute when you blush."
"Ay watch it Frenchie glad we are on the plane or I would've gladly take your hair back in my possession!" Alfred was stressed enough as it was with first the French man giving winks and waves to his brother then there was Antonio calling Lovino non-stop on his cell phone. Where the hell was Ivan? Alfred looked around and found Ivan walking out of the curtain from first class prompting 'what the fuck' look on Alfred's face. "Da fuck commie how you got first class I got all the passes board on coach!"
"Simple I traded like what you did with little leaf."
"With who?!" Alfred yelled.
"Someone who is generous," Ivan smiled back and gave a cheerful wave towards the man on the other side of coach who was in business attire looking scared shitless out of his mind. "You bastard! Why are you here anyways, come to rub in my face like a dick you are!?" Ivan nodded slowly and replied back, "Yes and I come here because I am bored. Play card game with me." Alfred took off his glasses lazily rubbing the brim of his nose, "It's only been a few hours with you all and I pretty much regret bringing you all to Vegas."
All of a sudden Alfred's cell phone started blasting out in sound. He quickly flipped it open looking at his caller i.d. he spotted Arthur's name and sighed, "Yeah more bitching!" He tapped his phone to accept the call and replied back, "Ay babe! What's up?"
"It's okay. I was just checking in if you got on the plane safely." By getting on the plane safely meaning all the bitching, pain, and suffering that the groom's crew went through the past hour or so yeah it's safe alright. "Alfred?" Alfred got back to reality almost dropping his phone on the plane's flooring, "Uh yeah babe everything is okay but they are all fricken insane! Antonio is just emotional crying his eyes out about Lovino, Frenchie is trying to get jiggie with Mattie, and to top it all off the crazy shit commie did. I'm just glad I'm in one piece so far!"
"Alfred," Arthur sighed loudly on the phone, "What did I just told you weeks ago before your silly trip. You and Ivan have to sort out your differences. Please. Yao and I want this silly little game the both of you are concocting to end."
"There's nothing to work out between us! Babe…. I'm dying here! Just listen!" Alfred held up his phone in mid-air letting the sounds of mayhem crashing in. Through the other line Arthur could hear the cries of Antonio, the uncontrollable laughter of the Russian, and to make matters worse listening to the frog's pervertness of seducing the Canadian. "Alfred F. Jones! Didn't I warn you about inviting that frog? After his little divorce he attacks anything that blimey fucking moves!"
"Ay Francis that hand is going a little too low near Mattie's Ontario!" Alfred yelled out getting Arthur more frustrated on the other end. "Alfred! Alfred! Give the phone to him!" From hearing his fiancé's yelling Alfred smacked Francis's nearby hand about to reach up to Matthew and forcibly gave him the phone. "Alfred! You keep distancing me from that delicate skin!" Francis yelled back. Alfred glared him and replied back, "Just answer the goddamn phone pervert!" Francis huffed, brushing his hair off to the side placing the phone up to his hear, "Bonjour."
"FRANCIS BONNEFOY! I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU START ANYMORE DINGLINGINGS I WILL PERSONALLY COME OVER TO TAKE AWAY YOUR FAVORITE APENDAGE FOR LIFE!" Arthur screamed on the other end blasting the Frenchmen's ear off his head while Alfred was tearing off laughing away. "Oh Angleterre your little voice couldn't be any higher to dissipate my hearing. But rest to sure you there are no troubles you worry too much. I am not doing anything our dear Mathieu doesn't want." Matthew started blushing on spot and covered his mouth out of pure embarrassment. "Francis! Stop it! I don't like you like that!" Matthew yelled back. "Oh Mathieu you are just in denial."
"FROG I BETTER NOT BE HEARING ANY FUNNY BUSINESS!" Arthur screamed out of the phone. "Funny business? Never! He is my Canada anyways so you can't tell me what to do!" Francis waved his hand off in denial. "Put Alfred on the phone," Arthur sighed. "Gimme the phone!" Alfred swiped his phone quickly away from the Frenchman's grasp and prompted it back on his ear hoping his beloved Brit won't scream his lungs off. "You have my permission to kill him." Alfred sighed and continued to rub his temples of the massive headache about to form, "Permission or not I was going to kill him."
"If anything happens and I mean anything….." Arthur was trailing a long chat about not being reckless which Alfred wasn't paying any attention to at the moment. He was more focused on Francis winking at Matthew, starting to caress his cheek again. "Hon Hon Hon Mathieu did you hear that, I stood up for our love."
That's fucking it!
Alfred dropped his phone, unbuckled his seat, and pounced on the laughing Frenchmen knocking his lights off. "YOU ARE A DIRTY MAN!" Alfred kept hitting and hitting till his knuckles couldn't take the pressure. "Get off of me!" Francis choked out trying to protect his beautiful face from bruising, "He is mine! By law he is mine!"
"ALFRED! ALFRED! WHAT'S GOING ON?!" Arthur screamed on the phone.
The fight was so out of hand one of the air attendant ladies tried to break it up. "Sir! Sir please! Back to your seat you are disturbing the others on the plane!" Alfred didn't care he tried punching till his heart's content. "I SHOULD'VE BROUGHT SHOTTY!" Matthew jumped out of his seat trying to drag Alfred back to his seat. "Alfred please! I told you before I can handle it! Stop it!" Alfred kept punching until a certain big hand dragged his sorry butt to his seat. This one person, his arch rival for eternity: Ivan. "Fuck! You always ruin my fun! Dickhead!" Ivan smiled back, "You sit down da? We play card game to get your mind off of things."
"ALFRED! ALFRED! IS EVERYTHING OKAY!?" Arthur screamed on the phone. Alfred quickly pulled out the phone under his seat getting the phone up to his almost bleeding ear, "I almost committed murder." Arthur sighed deeply, "You almost got me worried! I have to go..Just don't do anything stupid! Please call me when you arrive at your hotel so I know you are still alive."
"Fine. Bye," Alfred hung up the phone and lazily slumped down in his uncomfortable coach seat, "When did I have to become responsible?"
A/N: It's getting a little crazy huh wait till they actually get there :P but please guys I would love reviews this is what I would do I have up to chapter 9 finished so I will pop up the next chapter early if we get 5-10 reviews. If the reviews come I will upload the next chapter sooner and you will be featured in the next author note getting a hug from either Geof, Andres, Francois, Arnald, Viktoria, Samanta, Maksym, or Karina (tell me when you review) See you soon!