Hey there, Fang here.

Holy crap...I'm actually posting on a weekday...I feel accomplished. Anyway, here's the last chapter to the odd fic I've been writing that has no plot at all...

…There was a light.

It was a really f*cking bright light.

And Arthur hadn't even opened his eyes yet.

He felt so #!*% groggy…what had he been doing? Oh yes…that's right…he was working at his desk, right? Like he had been doing for the past few weeks… Wait… no…that's not right. He was having a cup of tea. Made by Alfred. Alfred was there, right? Yes, that's right. He finally opened his eyes.

He was staring at a ceiling. Nothing remarkable about this ceiling, except for the fact that it wasn't HIS ceiling. Where the h*ll was he, anyway?

"Hey, Iggy! You're up!"

Iggy groaned and turned away from the voice. Just let me go back to sleep, he pleaded in his mind.

Wait…sleep?

Arthur bolted up from his lying position and looked around himself. This wasn't his room. This wasn't his bed. The Brit looked outside. S*it , this wasn't even his country, it wasn't raining outside! He rubbed his face and looked again. No change was seen, unfortunately.

"Dude, you were out for over 15 hours! Holy crap, that's gotta be a record…"

Arthur turned towards the sound of his brother's voice. Alfred was standing against the wall, a video game in his hands.

"…Alfred? Where the #!*% are we?" he asked, still rubbing sleep from his eyes.

"Eh, nowhere special…Just New York City…"

"What?" Arthur exclaimed, eyes widening. "How the #!*% did we-"

One look at Alfred's grinning face gave him all the information he needed.

"Alfred, what the bloody #!*% did you do?" Arthur snapped.

"Aw, nothing, Iggy! I just slipped a little something into your tea-"

"You WHAT?"

"Iggy, you were so tired you literally couldn't walk in a straight line! I think I could have put the codeine in your drink with you staring at the cup and you wouldn't have noticed!"

"I was NOT that tired! I was perfectly fine! You did not bloody have to sedate me just to kidnap me all the way to New York!

"I did too! You wouldn't have gone even if I asked nicely. You were almost passing out anyway, it's not like I wasn't doing you a favor!"

Arthur stood up from the bed in a huff and walked towards the large window, dusting off his clothes as he went.

"You know, Parliament is going to be quite miffed about this whole escapade you decided to plan, git. You aren't going to be able to keep this all-"

"Eh, I already cleared this with them, no worries dude! They had absolutely no problem with anything I was gonna do. They thought you kinda needed it too…they even said you didn't look too good at the last meeting."

Arthur merely scowled.

"I still think you overestimate my situation. Look, I appreciate what you thought I needed, but I really need to get the bloody #!*% back so I can finish-"

"Can't let you do thaaaaat…." Alfred sang. Arthur whipped around.

"What the #!*% are you talking about? I still have my wallet, I'll just buy a ticket back…" He was feeling inside his pocket now, his expression of triumph turning into obvious confusion.

"Wait, where's my…"

He looked at Alfred again, who was toying with his wallet and whistling "Yankee Doodle".

"…..How did I not figure that out." Arthur sighed. He knew there was no way he was getting his wallet back after Alfred got a hold of it. Alfred laughed heartily and pocketed Iggy's wallet with his own.

"Look, you better face it, Iggy, you aren't going anywhere out of New York for the next week, your government's and my orders. Kay?"

"Unneccessary."

"If you say so. I can't believe I had to force you to take a vacation, man, that's just…wrong…"

"Unlike you, I actually try to get my responsibilities taken care of in one day."

"That's the problem, dude! No ones expecting you to just be a superman and finish all paperwork for eternity! Come on, man, this is gonna be fun!"

Arthur huffed and shoved himself into the chair, crossing his arms.

"Whatever."

Alfred looked hurt.

"Oh, come on…how long has it been since us bros just hung out? What, years, maybe? This is the perfect time!"

Arthur sighed and rubbed the back of his head. Now that he was feeling more alert and well than the past few days, he could think clearly and rationally for once. He and Alfred hadn't had much time to 'hang out'…true…but still…

"And there's tons of stuff to do here, I have a whole agenda to follow!" Alfred was still on a roll. "There's tons of places to go eat, like, food from around the world, and yeah, there's a British-food-things place too! They cook like you do, with everything burnt and nasty, but heck, you can't really taste it! Aw, come on, Iggy, it's gonna be a party! I doubt you'll have as much fun anywhere else! And-"

"Alfred, Alright, alright!" Arthur stood up, halting Alfred's tirade. "I get it…I'll play along with this, if it means so much to you…" He shoved his hands in his pockets in defeat, but was knocked back by Alfred jump-hugging him once again.

"AWESOME! Dude, we are gonna have such a rockin time, bet you can't wait for tonight!"

Arthur choked a bit, but eventually with a small chuckle got out of Alfred's way-too-tight embrace.

"Obviously…"

Alfred checked his cell phone for the time.

"Holy crap, we need to get going. It's one of your favorites, don't worry! Oh, and I thought I would bring this for you."

Alfred dug into the suitcase he had slapped together for Arthur for the raggedy stuffed bear, and tossed it to his brother. Arthur caught it just barely.

"Alfred! Blast it, Really? You brought me Jack?" Arthur looked shocked, angered, and embarrassed all at the same time. Alfred's laughter reverberated throughout his house.

"Aw, Artie, I know you take him with you all the time!"

"…I hate you."

Arthur set the bear down on the bed gently, still glaring at Alfred.

"So, where were we planning on going for this forced vacation of mine…" Alfred brightened, and then rummaged through his jacket for two slips of paper.

"I got us tickets to Broadway! Check out what they're playing!"

Arthur took one of the tickets, and he smiled slightly at the name.

" 'Phantom of the Opera', huh? That's your favorite!" *

"Well yeah, you used to sing me songs from it all the time!"

Arthur grinned, and grabbed his coat from the rack that it was hung on in the room.

"Rather good pick, chap. Rather good pick."

…Maybe this vacation wouldn't be so bad, after all.

AUTHOR'S NOTES:

First off,

Hey, oro-oro, great to hear from you again! It's alright, I totally understand about limited computer time... And yeah...bio sucks...But I'm glad you read!

What up, SonarTheHedgehog! You wanted more...so I wrote more! Hope you enjoyed!

And Sandyangel, glad you loved it! New York City...I'm in a Broadway mood, so yah...

*Lol, this is actually kind of from the English anime...Go to the episodes where England just won America in his contest with France and go to the part when He's holding Alfred and singing. Guess what the song is from...

And the Teddy bear...that's from one of my other ficlets in "The Special Relationship". I just like the thought of mini-Iggy with a bear. It's adorable.

And Yah! Next fic will be angsty...yay!

-Fang