Author's Note- Hey everyone, sorry for the delays in posting. The weather where I am at has been kind of interesting and of course I got sick. But laying in bed I got the idea for this story. It is actually based on real life experience. Having worked in the Arctic, I developed an extremely high metabolism for a while. As a result I was eating over 5,000 calories a day and was still losing weight. Then I flew down the lower 48 and being trapped in a tin can for that long without food nearly drove me to tears because by the end it felt like my stomach was trying to eat through my spine. My polar explorer diet reminded me of the eating habits of a particular country and I couldn't help but wonder if he would have similar issues while traveling. Anyway, that was a long introduction. Let's have a quick shout out to reviewers Daffodil Moon and AmeBel for being awesome and head into the story.
Disclaimer-I do not own Hetalia…or Apple…or Travel Nerd…
Travel Nerd
It is not the end of the world, even though his stomach seemed to think so. On the best of days America found it difficult to consume the 12,000 to 30,000 calories that his body craved every 24 hours. When he was flying commercially it was even more difficult. He was trapped in a small metal cylinder with a commercially with whatever the airlines were trying to pass off as a meal.
Even when he did his best to plan ahead, he usually disembarked at his final destination he usually found blood sugar low, his stomach growling, and his bag empty of food stuffs. Unfortunately, on this trip the best laid plans had failed him. Because of the Olympics there were extra restrictions about what you could bring with you in your carryon luggage. In short they hadn't allowed him to bring most of his snacks.
America had been lucky that his states had been traveling with him. Once the two had realized what was going on they had leapt into action. There was only so much that you could do at 13,000 feet above the Atlantic Ocean, but they did what they could. The two of them had shared the majority of their in flight meals with him. Which didn't do much to tame a metabolism that rivaled most of the world's top polar explorers, ultra marathoners, mountaineers, and Olympians, but he was still grateful for the thought.
Vermont had also pulled out his iPad and started madly pulling up the Heathrow airport skeptics, which brought America to his current situation. The New Englander had half dragged his nation through customs and to their departure gate. While he had been doing that, Montana had rushed a head and grabbed a number of high calorie foods that they thought America might be able to keep down.
"Honestly, this is one of the only reasons I prefer to have a layover in France. They at least of the sense to have a Micky D's in their airports." America mumbled as he tried to drowned his hunger with Starbucks coffee and three dozen Krispy Cream doughnuts.
"We could try finding something else?" Montana offered shyly.
"For example the app says that there is sushi in Terminal 3. It may not be burgers, but you like sushi." Vermont said scrolling through the food options.
"Don't mention sushi." America said, the thought of eating raw fish with the current condition of his stomach almost made him want to puke up his coffee and doughnuts. "England will be here soon and he will be able to directed us where to eat. All we have to do is keep calm and distracted until then."
"Okay, what should we talk about?" Montana asked thoughtfully.
"I know." Vermont through one of his hands into the air. "Alfred, what in the world were you thinking when you approved the design for this year's U.S. Olympic uniforms?"
"I like them." The nation shrugged. "That is why I got one for each of the states."
"You don't actually expect us to wear those things right?" Vermont asked flatly.
"We are total wearing them every chance we get. We have to show our support somehow."
"And we couldn't have done that by waving flags or wearing tacky articles of clothing with the stars and stripes on them?" The more western state asked.
"Oh, I packed plenty of that stuff too." America leaned back in the highly uncomfortable airport chair.
"We are so totally doomed." Montana shoulders slumped.
"Well you will win every ugly sweater contests you enter." Vermont tried to comfort her.
"Hey, the sweaters are not that bad!" America attempted to defend his decision.
"Yes they are." Vermont countered. "Minnesota could have knitted something better looking, goodness sakes, Alaska probably could have knitted something better and the last time she made me socks they were so large and misshapened that I am currently using one of them as my iPad case."
By this point, while America was tracking the conversation he was also almost to the point of desperation. Then suddenly a familiar bag landed in his lap. The nation didn't bother looking up to see where this manna had come from, he just tore open the bag and grabbed the first tissue wrapped lump, stripped off the paper and practically inhaled the hamburger. By the third burger he was able to look to see the bemused face of the British Isles.
"Wow, Arthur you were really prepared." America said between mouthfuls of lukewarm French fries.
"Of course I am. I have to sit next to you on the next flight and if I wanted any hope of get sleep on the plane I had to make sure that you were traveling on a full stomach."
End Note-So…which direction was that McDonald's again?