kenneth-ray and Isanae_Bloodrose

Fluffy awesome trio

Alfred gets in a plane crash

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The nations were all in the hospital, worried sick. They had been in the waiting room for hours, awaiting the doctor to inform them of their injured friend. England was pacing the waiting area, constantly getting annoyed but also worried remarks from China. Canada was cuddled up to France, both of them exceedingly nervous about the results. Russia was just curled into a ball on the windowsill, crying softly. Germany was trying his best to keep calm, for Italy's sake. Italy was latching onto the German as if his life depended on it. Japan was reading a manga in the corner, but upon closer examination, it was clear his hands were shaking. Denmark and Prussia were also there, as they had been given the news via phonecall.

You may be wondering what exactly happened?

Well, Alfred had decided to fly his own personal plane to England. Alfred had always been exceedingly good in the sky, after all, his nation invented planes. Alfred had custom-built his Learjet 70 so that it could travel 4,000 Nautical miles in under 24 hours. However, something had gone wrong.

Horribly wrong

When Alfred was about sixteen nautical miles from land, his engine blew, sending him plummeting to the open water below. He, of course, radioed his location and jumped out with a parachute. But, it had caught a crosswind, causing Alfred to get whiplash and knocked him out. Alfred was tugged under the waves by the parachute, leaving him underwater for close to fifteen hours. When the British coastguard finally found Alfred, he was completely blue.

England was still pacing when China snapped at him.

"Will you stop that! You're making me more nervous, aru!"

"I can't bloody help it! That's my little brother in there! Sue me if I'm scared shitless!"

"Angleterre, China iz right. Jou should calm down and maybe rest for a bit," France patted next to him. England was about to yell at him, but Canada spoke first.

"We're all worried aboot Alfred, so please Arthur. Stop yelling and relax, eh," Arthur felt bad as he looked to the quivering Canadian, taking the seat next to Francis and laying on him.

Hours passed and it was close to 3 in the morning when the doctor finally came into the nations' private waiting room. Mostly everyone was asleep, everyone except Russia. The tall man stood up and quietly walked over to the doctor.

"He is alright, da?"

"He's resting now, we won't know if there is any mental damage until he wakes up," the doctor replied.

"May I see him?" the doctor nodded and showed Ivan to the room. He left him alone as Ivan slowly opened the door, careful not to wake anyone. When he walked in and softly shut the door, he saw his lover laying there. He walked over and sat down next to him, gently grabbing his hand and squeezing it. He kissed the younger's knuckles and laid his head down, dozing off.

Morning came and Alfred's eyes fluttered open, looking to Ivan firstly and then his surroundings. He smiled as he sat up, shaking Ivan gently.

"Vanya, wake up~" Ivan shifted his head and opened his eyes. He shot up and hugged Alfred closely, nearly crying.

"Oh god, Fredka. You scared me," Ivan kissed Alfred temple and they chuckled. The doctor came in and informed him the other nations were still sleeping. So, smirking, he filed his release forms and got dressed. He then walked into the private waiting room, giggling as he saw everyone in very weird sleeping arrangements. After taking a few photos, he cleared his throat.

"GOOOOD MORNINGGG~" Alfred screamed, making most of the nations startle awake. France shot up, causing Canada to sit up and England to plop on the ground. China fell off his chair, faceplanting on the ground. Germany jumped awake but remained seated while Italy simply nuzzled his chest. Japan groaned and sat up, the manga he was reading flopping onto his lap. Prussia and Denmark were startled upwards and headbutted loudly.

"Ow!"
"Scheiße!"

The two friends rubbed their now red foreheads as everyone began to adjust to the light. China was the first to realize what happened, sighing as he stood up and brushed off his pinyin.

"You an ass, aru!" 

"Sorry, China!" Alfred laughed shyly as the others began voicing their annoyances, "guys I'm starving, let's go get some breakfast!" Alfred rubbed his tummy, making the crowd laugh.

After breakfast, many nations went back to their hotel rooms. Alfred kissed Ivan goodbye as he left the lobby of the hotel. That's when he felt to pairs of arms hug him closely.

"Jou scared us half to death, kid! I vas vorried about jou!"

"Yea! Next time, just take a normal plane like everyone else!" Denmark nuzzled his cheek against Alfred, making the younger laugh.

"Yo guys~ I have an idea!" the three looked at each other with smirks.

"AWESOME TRIO FIELD TRIP!!!" they all shouted at once. Prussia and Denmark quickly went to their rooms to get ready, making Alfred wait in the lobby for fifteen minutes. When the troop left the hotel, the first place they went to was a boutique so they could buy Alfred some new clothes. Prussia and Denmark were constantly picking out clothes for the younger nation, making him try on basically everything in the store. 

The outfit the two nations loved the most on the youngest was a white muscle tee, dark jeans, a red scarf, white sneakers, and brown fedora. When the trio went to pay, however, is when the fighting began. Alfred stretched out his arm with the debit card, but two other cards slammed on the counter before him.

"I vant to pay for zis von!"

"Back off, Gilbert! I got this!"

"Nein, Matthias, I insist!"

"Ingen, I insist!"

"He vas mein bestie first!"

"He likes me more!"

"Vhat?! He does not!"

"Does too!"

"GUYS~" Alfred shouted, pointing to the line that was forming behind them, "I can pay for my own stuff, ya know," he handed the card to the cashier and smiled at the two, "Gilbert, you can pay for lunch. Matthias, you can pay for our hotel services tonight. This way we all spend around the same amount of money," Alfred grabbed his bag of clothes and took off the tags on his current outfit. The trio then walked out of the store, smiling all the way.

Little squabbles did happen the rest of day: the two elder nations fought over who was going to feed Alfred his soup, they fought over who would sit next to Alfred on the London Eye, they fought over which one of their ice cream cones would Alfred try first, and they fought about who gave the better hugs.

The fighting stopped when the troop entered a pub for dinner, as Alfred wanted to pay for a meal. Considering how they were going to be playing videogames late into the night and would require a lot of hotel meals and munchies, which Denmark was going to pay for. Alfred walked up to the bar to order their drinks, the two elders glaring at each other. Then, Alfred yelped, making both of them look. Alfred was rubbing his butt, the man on the neighboring barstool smirking.

"What's wrong, love? It was just a pinch," he commenting cooly. He went in for another one when he felt two pairs of eyes behind him. He turned his head and saw the 2/3 of the awesome trio, cracking their knuckles.

"Vhat vrong is zat jou thought hitting on our bestie vas un good idea," Gilbert growled and Matthias smirked.

"This should be fun, right Gilbert?" Matthias giggled and Gilbert nodded. 

"Ja, it vill," The man paled and ran from the bar inhumanely quickly. The trio laughed and ate in peace, the two elders finally having come to an agreement.

When they got back to their hotel room, they played videogames until 1 AM. Matthias ordered a bunch of munchies: chips, sodas, candies, and energy drinks. He also ordered a bunch of food like a few burgers, a couple of side orders of fries, an entire steak dinner, four bowls of soup, and twelve cans of beer. Alfred was about to crash, so the two kissed his cheeks goodnight and decided to cuddle with him until he fell asleep.

Cuddled in their embraces, Alfred began to snore. The two looked at each other and nodded, holding him closer. Their silent agreement was clear as day as they gazed at Alfred.

NOBODY was allowed to touch their beautiful bestie, America.