Charity's P.O.V.

America and I were sitting on the couch in the dark while watching a scary movie. Fun, right? But nope. America did tell me that he was scared of ghosts...but I didn't know it was this bad!

As the Herione was walking through the haunted hallway with a barely lit lantern and dramatic music playing; Alfred was clutching onto my waist, shivering and murmuring to the girl to not look into the closet.

"AHHHHHH!!! I TOLD YOU NOT TO LOOK INTO THE CLOSET!!" He screams tightening his grip around my waist.

I just sat there frowning at the nation. The 'Big Bad America' was as scared as me freaking out about Circus Clowns.

*Shivers* Those red nosed, white faced demons!

As the color red splashed onto the screen, and the credits started rolling in, I feel America's breath letting out a big sigh, and turned the DVD player off.

"Phew! Good thing that's over," He sighs clapping his hands to turn on the lights, "Was the movie alright? Did you get freaked out at all?"

He looked at me filled with concern.

I shook my head, "I'm alright. But, the question is if you're alright?"

He pats me on the top of my head, and lets out a nervous laugh, "I'm PERFECTLY fine! I was the hero through the entire movie!"

I let out a giggle and grinned at him, "Glad that you're fine. Well, I'm going to sleep now. It's already pass 12."

Alfred looked at me surprised and looked at the clock that was hanging on the wall, "Wow! Time flies when you're having a fun night with a friend."

I was shocked at first, but then smiled.

I'm actually happy that we're friends.

"I agree. Well, goodnight America."

As I was walking out I can feel his warm hand in mine.

I turned around to look back at him curiously, "Hmm? Are you ok Al?"

He nods his head, "Yea I'm fine. But...do you mind if I sleep with you tonight?"

My eyes widened at his request.

His face became a shade of roses.

"I uh...know that we just met and all, but I'm kind of freaked that the ghosts will come out and get me...so-"

"Sure you can Al." I cut him off simply.

He looks at me surprised, "R-really?! But, wouldn't it be weird and awkward for you?"

I pursed my lips, "Maybe a little bit. But, when I'm scared of something and afraid to sleep alone, I would've asked the samething too."

He looks at me nervously, and nods his head, "Thanks Charity."

I give him a small grin, "No problem America."

We entered the guest room and America plopped onto the bed.

"I'm going to change first. Be right back." I said to him and entered the bathroom.

I changed into a long black and grey stripped pants, and a grey tank top that says, 'This is what a Badass looks like!' in black letters.

I took out my contacts, and wore my thick black rimmed glasses. Then, I brushed my teeth, and exit the bathroom.

"Awesome shirt!" He says giving me a thumbs up.

I laughed and sat on one side of the bed, "Thanks. It was on sale."

I noticed that he was wearing an American Flag designed flannel pants, and a white tee shirt that showed his toned body.

And oh golly, America serious works out! Even though he eats burgers like every breakfast, lunch, and dinner; I gotta admit that he's pretty ripped!

"You ok there Charity?" He asks curiously looking at me as he sat on the other side of the bed.

I tried my best not to blush. I cannot believe that I was checking out a guy I barely know.

....

....

....

Wait a second! I know this guy because I live in his country! He is freaking America!

I don't think Britain, or any of the other nations would like the fact that I was checking him out.

I mean lets face it, they're countries that have lived here for hundreds and hundreds of years.

Thanks to my unfortunate event, I probably have a debt to owe them until the day I die.

Which means that a mortal like me dies, while with them being countries they live.

I nodded my head in response, "Yea, just a little tired. Goodnight Alfred!"

I turned my back for it to face him, snapped my eyes shut.

"Uh...ok then. Night Charity."

I feel the bed shift as he was on the otherside.

I sneaked a glance behind me to see that his back was facing at me.

I sighed, and turned back.

Closing my eyes, I fell into a deep sleep.

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America's P.O.V.

God that movie was so freaky!

I hope that those ghosts won't get me.

But, I did have fun with Charity. Can't wait to give her a tour around! I could even show her others places with the states!

This is going to be so freaking awesome!

As I was slowly waking up, I see Charity still sleeping soundly, and her body close to mine.

EEK!

I could feel my face heat up, as I just laid there looking at her calm face.

She looks so beautiful....WHAT AM I SAYING?!

Rolling out of bed I dropped myself onto the floor with a big thud.

Charity being able to hear that, she quickly sat up surprised.

"Al?!" She said looking down at me.

I laughed nervously, and waved at her, "Goodmorning Charity. Did you sleep well?"

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Charity's P.O.V.

I couldn't help but giggle at America.

He looked cute just sitting there, and acting awkward.

I got off of bed, and reached out to him, "Need a hand?"

He grins and takes my hand.

I help him stand up, and recompose himself.

He lets out a breath, and bears a grin on his face at me, "So, you're up for breakfast?"

I gave him a smile, "Sure. What are we making?"

"We?" He asked.

"Yea," I said walking out the door, "I may be a guest here, but I don't want to be a spoiled one."

I hear America let out a small laugh, and followed me down to the kitchen.

We took out a couple of ingredients from the fridge, and pantries.

Setting them down onto the table, we gazed at our pile to think up of what to make.

Then, a sudden ring of the doorbell echoes through the entire house.

"I'll get it!" America says running to the front door to answer.

A couple minutes has passed until America came back with a familiar face.

"Hello Mr. Britain. What a surprised that you're here." I said with a smile towards the bushy browed Brit.

"Well yes, I forgot that I left something here so I decided to come and visit while I'm getting it back." He answers sitting on a chair.

"Yea..." America trails as if he doesn't believe him.

I know that I shouldn't butt in and that's what I'm going to do.

"Well, while you're here do you request anything you want to eat this morning?" I ask politely while holding up a frying pan, and an egg.

"Hmm....an omelette with cheese, beacon, and fruit on the side. Stuff the cheese into the omelette, and also add few pieces of toast on the side. No crusts." He replies while sitting so posh, and gentlemen like.

"Coming right up~!" I said with a grin, "What about you America?"

"Hmm?-Oh! Yea, don't worry, I'll make myself a breakfast burrito. I'll make you one too while you're making Britain his." He says while glaring at Britain.

I gave those two a confused look.

What is wrong with these two?

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No One's P.O.V.

Britain won't admit it, but he has to look over Charity while she's staying with America.

He has a weird feeling about her, and he wants to know why.

As he rings the doorbell, he's beginning to have second thoughts.

Maybe he was wrong, and should trust America to be civil and trustworthy.

But, that's never going to happen.

The door opens to reveal America in Star-Spangled PJs, and a confused look.

"Britain dude, what are you doing here?" He asks while leaning against the door frame.

Britain lets out a breath, "What? Can't a guy come over to hang out with his best friend?"

"Uhh....I didn't know that I was your best friend." He says with a suspicious look.

The Englishman then let out a nervous laugh, "Ofcourse you are America. May I come in?"

America hesitated, but opened the door wider for Britain to walk in.

"So, where's Charity?" He asks while taking off his shoes.

"Kitchen." America plainly answers while leading the way.

America is suspicious about Britain being here. He rarely visits him unless it's a world conference. So, he's guessing that it has to do with Charity.

'Britain doesn't trust me with Charity, so he had to come over, and ruin the day I blindly planned out in my head.' America thinks as they reached the kitchen.

"Hello Mr. Britain. What a surprised that you're here." Charity said with a smile towards the bushy browed Brit.

Alfred stood by the entrance frame, and watched.

"Well yes, I forgot that I left something here so I decided to come and visit while I'm getting it back." He answers sitting on a chair.

"Yea..." He trailed not believing him.

He said he was here to 'hang out' with his best friend.

Something's up.

"Well, while you're here do you request anything you want to eat this morning?" She asks politely while holding up a frying pan, and an egg.

'Hah! I wish I could bang him with the frying pan and egg so he could tell me his master plan!' America thought out in his head with a weird grin on his face.

'But, then with my strength, he would have amnesia, and wouldn't remember anything. Darn my super awesome hero strength!' He thought as his grin fell into a frown.

"Coming right up~!" She said with a grin, "What about you America?"

America's P.O.V

Oops! She's talking to me now! She's probably asking for breakfast.

And most likely, Britain gave her his order. Lazy, can't cook British empire.

"Hmm?-Oh! Yea, don't worry, I'll make myself a breakfast burrito. I'll make you one too while you're making Britain his." I say while glaring at Britain.

Britain didn't notice as he was looking at the 'New York Times.'

I glanced at Charity to see that she had a slight confused look on her face.

I gave her a grin, and walked over towards her, "Breakfast anyone?"

Her frown turned into a slight smile, and nods her head.

After a couple of minutes, I finished both mine and Charity's burritos.

"Britain, your food will be done in a couple of minutes." Charity says kindly to Britain while frying up the beacon.

"Alright. Thank you Charity." He responds as he continues to read the newspaper.

She turns around and continues to cook.

I was absentmindedly eating my burrito, while staring into nothing.

Until, I noticed that I was staring to Charity's backside.

Right at her butt...

My face instantly turning into a dark deep red color.

But, I didn't look away. I mean, seriously!

Dudes, it looks perfect! It's not too flat or too big! Score!

Then, my thoughts were interrupted by a slap to the head.

I glared at the abuser.

Britain.

He didn't look happy to see me checking out on a girl's butt.

'Be a gentleman!' His glare says compared to my 'Why hit the Hero?!' face.

"Alright! Your food's finished Mr. Britain." Charity says as she places his food on front of him.

He thanks her, and begins to eat.

Charity sits between he and I. Then, starts to chow down on her burrito.

"Yum! Thanks for the breakfast burrito America!" She says cheerfully with a smile.

I gave her a huge grin, and replied "No probs Charity!"

We continued to eat, and converse.

"So Charity, how has your stay with America been like so far?" England asks as he drinks his tea.

"Well, I like it. America is fun to be around with." She says with grinning at me.

I had a slight blush on my cheeks and as well as a big smile.

"Gosh! Charity, you're fun to be around with too!" I said while letting out a laugh.

Britain rolls his eyes, while Charity was softly giggling at my cheerfulness.

"Alright! So, the hero planned out the day for us to hang out!" I said dramatically while jumping out of my chair.

"Really? What are we doing?" She asks looking up at me with her eyes sparkling.

"Well, first we should totally take my fighter plane of doom to check out the awesome places I have across the country! We could go to Texas, Florida, Nevada, California, maybe back to New York! Then, we could go and ride a whole bunch of roller-coasters! After that we can eat at a lot of my nations most awesome food joints! Then-"

"America that's a lot, and a waste of time," Britain says while taking a sip of tea, "You can't possibly be able to go to all of those places in one day. And besides Charity wouldn't want to do those stuff. It seems uncivilized to eat a lot of fat, and grease after riding such monstrous contraptions."

"I don't mind."

We then turned our attention to Charity, with her lips into a small smile, "In fact, I think it'll be awesome. I love to travel, and ride roller-coasters. And even when it's super-sized, and filled with a lot of fats; I don't gain any weight thanks to my metabolism. It's seems like a lot, but I bet we can get to all of them. Don't you think so, America?"

I stared at her in awe.

She really is an interesting girl.

I gave her a big grin, "Yep! Come on Charity, let's have some fun!"

I take her by the hand, and we leave my house and Britain.

In your face you loser!

Charity's P.O.V.

I laugh as America was literally taking me cross country in his airplane.

Good thing I snatched up my tiny book bag before we left. I hate holding purses. Inside my book bag was a couple of stuff like a tourist would need; camera, sunglasses, phone, iPod touch, etc.

Looking down at my electronics, I just realized that these were old, and 'out of date'. *sigh* I guess that since the accident, I haven't really bought anything new except food, and some clothes. I mean, how much did you expect from a waitress' salary?

My phone was an old Razor Motorola, the camera was a 99 cent reusable from a corner stand, and my iPod was so old they don't sell it anymore in stores.

But, I guess it'll do until I get a real job.

So far we've visit most of the Eastern States, and now we're in Florida.

Weird to see that America felt awkward landing here.

But, he felt a little at ease when we drove to St. Augustine and walked around the oldest city in the country.

"Wow! It's so beautiful here." I said looking around the old buildings.

"Hahaha! Yeah, I know! Strong structures that are like as old as Yao!" He laughed out loud.

I just smiled, and continued to walk.

My eyes were securely hiding behind my sunglasses, and my old electronics clinging to my back.

Suddenly, I get pushed aside, and I landed on my back hearing crushed plastic.

"Yo! No shoving ladies, dude! Learn your manners!" America says lifting me off the ground, and helping me up to my feet.

"Are you ok?" He asks while looking at me with a worried look.

"I'm fine," I said taking off my backpack, and looking inside it, "But, my stuff isn't."

I pulled out the iPod touch being completely cracked, and unable to turn on. The old plastic camera was split and hanging by a wire that was once part of the old razor motorola was now shattered to pieces.

Either I am getting overweight, or the fall was that powerful to break these items. Or maybe it's because their old and cheap.

I let out a sigh, and threw all of it by the nearest recycling bin.

"Let's keep going, I think I saw a sign pointing to a pizzeria." I said, continuing to walk.

I assumed that Alfred was behind me so I kept going.

I entered into the small narrow yet cozy looking pizzeria. I then ordered a plain cheese pizza with a can of Arizona Mango tea, and then paid for them.

Taking my plate, and drink; I walked over and sat by a window looking at the busy streets of St. Augustine.

I sighed at the beautiful view. Wish that I could take a picture for it to last forever.

I took a bite out of my pizza and savored the taste. Well, at least I tried to until a certain country popped out of nowhere, and banged the window to get my attention.

I jumped out of my seat in surprised, and accidentally dropped my plate.

I stared at the pizza with a frown, then looked up to glare at America through the window.

But, what he was holding turned my glare into a surprised expression.

"Al, where in the world did you get that from?" I questioned, walking outside of the pizzeria.

"Not important! All that it matters, is that it's yours now." The American Patriot tells me with a large grin, handing me the item.

I stared at the iPhone 6 in shock, "You didn't have to get this for me, Alfred."

"I know, but I wanted to. You're an awesome chick that deserves the awesome things in life! Plus, it's a cell phone, music player, and a camera all in one! It's the best thing on earth!"

I couldn't help but smile at America with watery eyes. No one has ever said that to me.

"Thank you so much." I softly mumbled with a happy pout(if that makes sense...) and hugged the man tightly.

"Oh, no problem Cherry." He hugs back slightly awkwardly.

Letting out a small chuckle, I decided that I really like that nickname.

Pulling away from our intimate moment, we continued on our adventure.

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I AM DETERMINED TO POST CHAPTERS OF STORIES I HAVENT POST IN A LONG ASS TIME!! I PROMISED MYSELF THAT I WILL FINISH EVERY SINGLE STORY I STARTED AND I WILL FULFILL THAT PROMISE!!

But, right now I hope you enjoyed this chapter and I will try to update it again as soon as possible. Love you all!

~Arielle=^_^=