Little droplets of sweat were falling from the American's forehead, but it wasn't because of the awfully hot weather. He was nervous, and his sky blue eyes widened in surprise when a pipe was thrown to him, directly at his face.

"Dude! What the hell? I need this face to work!"

Thankfully he had managed to dodge that unexpected attack from the Russian drug lord standing not far away from him. Wearing a fur coat and scarf in the middle of summer, what was wrong with this guy? The air conditioner wasn't even turned on.

"I'm starting to lose my patience, Alfred. You need to pay me back now".

Ivan demanded his money back that the American had foolishly borrowed, not knowing that Ivan held up very high interests. Alfred was also jobless, so it was a terrible idea to ask the drug lord for some money and not be able to pay back.

"Okay jeez! Just give me one more week and I promise to get the money back to you, I swear!"

The taller male shook his head in disapproval, he had already waited enough time and at this point, he was never getting that money back.

"Nyet".

Ivan simply whispered with a terrifying smile as he approached Alfred with his pipe, raising it to the sky ready to give the lousy American a fatal blow that he would never forget.

"I'll do whatever you want but please don't hit my face!"

The blonde cried out, trying to protect his head as he wondered how his summer had gone so wrong. It was his summer vacation right before senior year and things were going downhill. The only good thing about it was that little trip he had when vacations just started and where he wasted all the money borrowed from Ivan. Now vacations were almost at its end and he was about to get a black eye for messing around with the commie. As he shut his eyes tight and was mentally preparing himself for being hit, he peeked with one eye to see the Russian putting his pipe down. Surprised, he opened his other eye to glance at Ivan with his mouth wide open. Was the Soviet Chapo really capable of forgiveness and mercy?

"I'll forgive your debt if you do me a favor".

The American nodded excitedly, today was definitely his lucky day.

"Anything for you!"

The American instantly regretted saying that, now the rest of his summer vacations were compromised.

"What do you mean I have to transport some packages for you to Mexico? Do you want me to contraband!?"

The obnoxious American shouted, of course that was what the Russian drug lord wanted. It was the least Alfred could to pay off his debt.

"It's not much, you don't have to worry about it. My men will hide it in your car very well and the cops won't even notice!"

Alfred didn't know what to say. He didn't want to get into this filthy business. If something went wrong then he's gonna appear on Dr. Phil, or worse, Judge Judy.

"No way! And I don't even have a car".

Ivan shrugged, that wasn't his problem and the debt had to be paid some way.

"Figure it out, Alfred".

The American walkes out of the mansion where the Russian left. He really had no option, the debt had to be paid but at what cost? As he walked back home, he glanced at the family van and suddenly, he had an idea.

"Oh hey Alfie".

His brother waved, he was sucking on a popsicle while watching tv, just enjoying his last days of vacation.

"Where's our dads?"

The American askes, lifting his shirt up to clean the sweat from his face, either outside was steaming hot or emit was just cold sweat from that conversation with Ivan.

"We're right here mon petit".

The Frenchman came out of the kitchen, holding a jar of cold lemonade that was filled halfway with ice, just the way Alfred liked it.

"You're late for lunch, again".

Arthur came out as well, he was holding a bowl of salad and placed it at the table then glanced at Matthew that was just chilling on the couch.

"Matthew, no popsicles before lunch. I've told you like a hundred times this summer for goodness sake".

The Brit took a seat at the table, the meal was already served and the boys were here but he still felt annoyed. Maybe it was the old age or something or was just raising teenagers terribly hard? It was probably the fact that he burned steaks and Francis had to remake them.

"Mattheu, don't upset your father even more, he already had a terrible day".

The Frenchman gave the Brit a qucik kiss on the cheek before sitting down right beside him. Arthur couldn't help but blush a little while continuing his frowning.

"Ugh you guys are so lovey dovey".

Alfred critiqued before chugging down a whole glass of cold and sugary lemonade, the perfect drink for summer.

"You're spilling it everywhere Alfred!"

Matthew shouted as the beverage dripped from the glass to the American's shirt.

"Guys I had a really cool idea when coming back home".

Alfred announced, after finishing the whole glass and placing it on the table, his family was now waiting for the big announcement.

"We should take a trip to Mexico! We sti have two weeks of vacations and we should make the best out of it, it's going to be a really fun family road trip!"

Matthew had a smile on his face, he seemed to be excited about thr road trip. His parents on the other hand, seemed a bit uncertain.

"You know I love trips, Alfie. But isn't it a bit spontaneous? And I don't have my driver liscene anymore so-".

The Frenchman was cut off by the Englishman who knew exactly what Francis was going to say.

"Are you going to say I can't drive? Because I can! And I drive much better than you since your lisence was taken away for speeding while drunk. You know what? We're going on that bloody road trip".

That was the final word. The next day, Ivan's boys were already filling up the family van with the merchandise as Alfred and his family were inside finishing packing. It sure was going to be an interesting end of summer vacation road trip.