Forevah: Hey everyone! Italia Forevah here with a new Chapter of 'The Doctor's Worldly Adventures'! Now, I got a lot of reviews saying that you guys were reading this for the 'drunk' nations in the Fanfiction. Now, I'm not saying that's wrong. I would just want to say that this isn't all about that particular topic. So, if your here for the story in general, awesome. If not, oh well. Anyways! Here we go~

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or Doctor Who.

~The 'Princess Louis', London, England~

England sighed as he sipped his very small amount of scotch. He was getting better with that whole 'drunk' thing, so he didn't act like France. But why did everyone fuss about it? He was a gentleman god dammit, and he was not making a fool of himself. Engrossed in his thoughts, England ignored his 'friend's' -Or 'frenemy's' if you would like to say- shouting and laughing as France sat there, drunk as a sailor in the 1800's. But then again, things never change.

"Ah~ Angeleterre~" The Frenchman giggled, smiling like an idiot as he almost fell off his bar stool.

'Oh god. Here we go.' England thought as he turned to his 'bar-buddie'. "What? And for god sake, don't use my nation name!" England whispered the last part.

"Hm? Ah! I see! So, Arthur, no?" France slurred, making it clear to everyone that he was definately NOT in the right mind.

"Yes, you are correct. So, what is it?"

Francis smiled and glomped 'Arthur'."La amor is strongest around you, mon petite lapin~"

"FRANCIS!" Arthur shouted.

~The T.A.R.D.I.S., Location Unknown~

America marveled at the massive space outside the window of the big blue box that's bigger on the inside. Canada was sitting on one of the chairs near the console of the TARDIS, watching his brother and laughing at him silently while said American had his mouth agape like he was a fish out of water. The Doctor was franticly slidding around the floor, eager to reach the new lever that needed to be pulled. Even though he didn't have his feet planted firmly and didn't look like he knew what he was doing, The Doctor at the same time looked very graceful.

"Do you always slide like that?" Canada asked, now curious as to how the alien could remember all the levers and buttons.

"Hm? Oh ya, it's become a habit of sorts." The Doctor said, flipping a switch while turning a small wheel with one hand.

"Really, eh?" There was a pause. "How do you remember all those switches?"

"It takes a while, Canada. When your as old as me you would understand."

"I am as old as you."

"Oh. Right." The Doctor laughed, and soon Canada joined in. The two men smiled at each other like they had known each other from the start, which was not the case at all. In reality, Canada was the last person to meet the Time Lord, seeing as though the North American nation thought he would be forgotten like every other time. The complete opposite happened that day.

Canada was sitting in a chair all alone in the corner, with only his bear to comfort him. Even though it didn't help.

"Who are you?" That question that had scarred him for life once again came out of the white bear's mouth.

"UGH! For the last time! My name is Ca-"

"Canada. Or, more formally, The Dominion of Canada. It is a pleasure to meet you!" A british- accented man walked over to him and smiled. The odd man was wearing a bow tie and strange enough...a fez. Normally this would not have bothered Canada, Turkey wore a fez everyday, but there was just something about this man's eyes that intrigued him. And the fact that this man just happened to know Canada's biggest secret and acted like nothing ever happened.

"EH!?"

"Oh! Right! You must not know me yet. I'm the Doctor, a friend of England's-"

"WE ARE NOT FRIENDS! GET THAT THROUGH YOUR THICK HEAD YOU BLOODY GIT!" The 'Doctor' smiled and laughed.

"Sorry, 'aquaintence' of England's. Don't worry, I know the secret about the nations, so don't be hesitant to use your country title around me." The man smiled at Canada, which made said nation relax a bit. Canada then smiled as well. He could tell that he was going to like the Doctor very much.

Canada was very glad that his thoughts were correct, seeing as though he and the Doctor became very good friends. He snapped back into reality when a hand past his face. It was America's hand, an as the playful blue eyes stared into the other's shy purple ones they started to have a sort of phsycic conversation.

'The Doc. seems to be hiding something from me. I don't know what it is, but I'll find out.'

'America, The Doctor will tell you if he wants to, okay?'

'Still, there's something going on.'

'Now that I can agree with. Why did he show up so randomly?'

'I don't know.'

The two nations pulled out of their mind conversation when the T.A.R.D.I.S. shook violently. All three men jerked forward. The Doctor was trying to fix whatever had gone wrong, while America and Canada held on for dear life. Canada's grip slipped and he banged his head on a railing, passing out.

Forevah: Okay, I am SO sorry for not putting this up sooner! I got a new laptop and, while I love it so much, I had to start this chapter all over! Also, the Italian's Rage I also have to start that over again. SORRY! I hope you enjoyed this chapter, though!