Author's Notes-Hello everyone. Today I am not going to a special request. Instead I am actually posting the story which inspired me to take on the 50 apps project. I hope you will enjoy. Also a quick shout out to Guest, Laveyee, and tessa. flynn. o13 for leaving a review for the last chapter. I am glad that the shorts have been engaging so far.

Disclaimer- I do not own Hetalia…or Apple…or the company that happens to own Angry Birds.

Angry Birds

It was official. America hated car pooling…or plane pooling…or plane sharing, you know what he really didn't care what the technical term was but he really, really disliked comminuting in a small aircraft with four other personifications when he wasn't allowed to be in the driver's seat. Or even the right seat for that matter…

"Oh relax Alfred. We both know that you haven't been checked out in Twin Otters. And I also happen to know that Alaska is the only personification on the planet who has more time in the air than you do." Canada glanced over at him from the other side of the aisle. His twin nation's voice was calm and even, but there was a twinkle of amusement in his eyes.

"Do I have to remind you that she has also managed to crash more airplanes than any other person on the planet?" America countered.

"She has walked away from most of them. Now stop worrying about it, we are almost to Ontario."

"I can't help it." America did his best not to whine.

"I know, I know. You always like to be in control of things." Canada waved his hand as he continued to flip through a stack of classified documents. "You know what, why you don't go up and look into the cockpit. You can get an ETA or something."

"That actually sounds like a really good idea." America's mood brightened almost instantly. "Maybe one of the two will need a break. After all they have been in the air for almost three days solid."

"Who knows?" Canada shrugged and turned his full attention back to the pile of paperwork in his lap. "Have fun."

It took less than thirty seconds for America to walk the length of the small cabin and duck into the equally small cockpit. At first glance everything seemed to be going smoothly. His state, Alaska, appeared to be giving her full attention to safely flying the aircraft, while her copilot was industriously tapping at a table attached to his knee board. It wasn't until he started to listen in to the ongoing conversation that the nation realized that the two personifications might have been stuck in the same tinny vehicle for a little too long.

"Logan, do you mind dialing in the correct communication frequencies into the radio? We are about to transition between US and Canadian Airspace."

"Don't you already have all of the frequencies memorized?" The Yukon Territory didn't look up from the iPad he was tapping on.

"Yes, but one of the only reasons I allowed you to tag along on this trip was so that you could practice using the Fltplan app for navigation. If you are not going to do that I might as well take my iPad away from you and fly this plane solo." Alaska grumbled without bothering taking her eyes off of the horizon.

The Yukon Territory just smiled and mouthed the words 'she's grumpy' towards America. The nation was about to rely when Alaska cut him off.

"Logan, you do realize that the cockpit does have mirrors in it." Alaska didn't bother hiding the annoyance in her voice. "Alfred, is there something that you want?"

"Mathew just sent me up here to get an ETA?"

The state glanced at her watch, then at the ground passing below them. "I we will be crossing the border in about a half an hour which means we will probably land in two hours if the weather holds and if we don't get put into a holding pattern during final approach."

"We would already been there if we would have taken a jet." America muttered under his breath.

"I don't trust jets in this type of weather." Alaska said simply. "It is too cold for machines with that many moving parts. This plane, on the other hand, is the only type of aircraft that has successfully landed at the South Pole in the dead of winter. Nothing that North American weather can toss at us is going to pose that big of an issue for it."

"True, but that doesn't change the fact that this thing is really slow." America sighed before turning his attention to the personification in the copilot seat. "So what have you been up too?"

"Oh, I have been trying to beat all of the levels of Angry Birds." The Yukon Territory shrugged.

"Even though he should be practicing his navigation skills." The state grumbled.

"Sam, I'm bored." He said with a roll of his eyes.

"You should have thought about that before you came on the trip." Alaska replied sharply.

"And why exactly did the Yukon Territory tag along with you again?" America asked, his curiosity getting the better of him. "I mean it is not like he will have that much to talk about at the NORAD meeting."

"Because it is dark and boring at home right now." The Canadian chirped in reply, as he continued tapped on the computer tablet.

"And for some reason he considers pestering his neighbors of flights across the continent to be entertaining…"

"So, what is the word?" Canada asked with bemused look on his face, when America finally escaped the cockpit.

"We will be crossing into Canada in the next ten to fifteen minutes. From there it will be another hour and half before we get to Ontario." America replied as he sat down heavily on his seat.

"And are you finally convinced that Alaska isn't going to drive the plane into the ground?"

"Yeah, I think that she has everything under control at the moment. And to be honest," America chuckled, "I don't think I would want to be the copilot right now."

As if to prove America's point, Alaska's shouting drifted back from cockpit. "Logan, I don't care if you have almost beaten the current level. Stop playing Angry Birds and start paying attention to where we are flying!"

"Ah, sibling rivalry, the next thing we will hear is the complaint that Alaska is on Yukon's side of the cockpit." Canada smirked. "Well I am bored out of my mind reading these reports. Are you up for a game of Egyptian rat screw?"

End Note- Well, even your best friend tends to get annoying when you are stuck with them on a long enough road trip. So what did you think? Really, I would love to hear your opinion.