I hate the new design for the American flag when we get a fifty first state…For some reason I just don't. Lol, oh well, can't change that and it'd be good for the economy to get a new flag and force everyone to update since there'll be a flag boom :D I think I'll finish this story up this chapter. So enjoy the last chapter :)

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America smiled and crossed his arms in a content manner, having just finished making breakfast. It took longer than he had originally thought since he normally made his guest make all of the meals—which was totally rude. Today he had decided to make an exception and had whipped up a few pancakes Canada style along with a plate full of bacon that he'd obviously pig out on along with eggs—and lots of 'em.

He turned around and left the small kitchenette and entered his room, Artie still koncked out from last nights 'activities'. America chuckled when he heard a soft snore come from the Brit and approached the bed. First he headed over to the nightstand and picked up his phone to see if he had any new messages. He grinned when he saw that Art had texted him and was almost surprised that the stoic of the two Englands could text. He then proceeded with opening the message and reading it.

[England number two]

If you smash Artie against his will, I'll have to set you on fire, run you over with a tractor, throw you in a lake and make sure you get eaten by mutated fish and then I will launch whatever the hell's left of you into outer space.

America snickered at Art's concern and texted a reply before snapping his cellular shut. Art was violent and rather creative with his threats—America would have to hear more.

He returned his attention to the task at hand and stuffed his phone into the pocket of the sweatpants he was wearing. He placed a hand on Artie's shoulder and lightly shook him awake, grinning down into those large green eyes. "M'wha…?"

"Ey, morning Artie!" America grinned charmingly down at his guest, adding his infamous Boston accent. Artie turned red and muttered the greeting back, pulling the blanket further over himself before quietly requesting his clothes. America retrieved a new pair of clothes for Artie and tossed them over to said Brit who barely caught them. America left the room to give Artie privacy since the other had requested it, though he saw no reason in Artie's request.

He greeted the other with a kiss when Artie emerged, effectively making the other turn bright red before separating and walking Artie into the kitchenette. "I made breakfast," he grinned, dropping the accent and gesturing proudly at the meal he had made.

Artie tilted his head to the side as if he were confused, though smiled none the less. "Thanks," he then said and the two headed over to the table and began eating.

"So…wha'ddya wanna do today?" America then asked as he stuffed three strips of bacon into his mouth, barely chewing the meat. He then swallowed it. "I obviously know all of the good places around here and can suggest a few things if you want me to," he continued, stabbing his fork into two pancakes and eating them whole.

"Aren't you going to choke on those if you eat them like that? Art said pancakes and cupcakes are easy to choke on…" Artie worried, leaning over the table slightly. America started saying something, but his words were lost in the midst of the amount of food in his mouth. Artie blinked and tilted his head once more.

America then swallowed all of the food at once and took a long swig of orange juice to push the food down. "Ah, don't worry Artie, I've already mastered the technique," he grinned toothily at Artie. "Art's pretty violent too," he continued with a snicker.

"Why?" America pulled his phone out and handed it over to Artie, bringing up the text beforehand. "If you smash Artie against his will, I'll have to set you on fire, run you over with a tractor, throw you in a lake and make sure you get eaten by mutated fish and then launch whatever the hell's left of you into outer space…" Artie then read out loud. "…America?"

"Yes?"

"What does Art mean by 'smash'?" Artie then asked.

"To have sex," America answered bluntly and Artie turned red.

"Uh…i-it wasn't against my will last night, so hopefully Art doesn't set you on fire…" Artie then stuttered, twiddling his thumbs under the table. "Was Art being serious?"

"Nah, I think he's just trying to intimidate me," America shook his head, waving it off as if he were shooing a fly away from his head. "So…again, wha'ddya wanna do today?" he then asked before stuffing more pancakes into his mouth. Artie grinned and jumped out of his seat, heading for the outdoor balcony, swinging the large glass door open to get there.

"I wanna see the big buildings!" Artie announced, hanging over the railing slightly whilst looking up. America smiled and followed Artie outside, placing a hand on the others shoulder once me made it to Artie's side.

"You could be a bit more specific," Alfred chuckled. He watched as Artie's gaze fell to the pavement twelve stories below them.

"We're high up," Artie pointed out. "And it makes me dizzy!" he continued with a grin, rubbing his eyes as if doing that would make the vertigo go away. America chuckled once more and pulled Artie into a one armed hug, nuzzling his nose into Artie's overly messy hair as he did so.

"You like pointing out the obvious don't you?" he then stated, Artie turning a light shade of pink as America continued to nuzzle his nose into his hair before leaning into the embrace.

Artie then glanced up at America without tilting his head back too much. "Can we go see that one building?"

"Be a little more specific Artie."

"The-the one that's where those two that were like…next to each other use to be…" despite the horrible details Artie gave, America knew exactly what Artie was talking about. "Can you take me there? I don't know where that is…"

"Sure."

America watched Artie glance down into the large fountain, body leaning over the stone names were etched onto. "It's pretty," Artie stated with a soft smile, tracing a letter under his index finger. Artie was clearly fascinated with the memorial and America was glad he was. He remained silent as Artie watched the water cascade down to the bottom of the fountain and America could just imagine a yellow dog tail wagging happily. If Artie had a dog tail it'd be wagging almost consistently. "You said the buildings got knocked over…"

"Yeah, these fountains are where they used to be," America smiled, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

"Did it hurt?" Artie then asked and America shocked at the question that seemingly came out of nowhere. He then glanced down at the pavement he was standing on and thought back to that day with a thoughtful hum. He then glanced back up at Artie who was looking curiously at him. "Sorry if it's personal…"

"Nah, it's fine," America shook his head. "Hm. Yeah, it did with the Pentagon and all, but then again, who am I to say that? You've been through worse with Germany attacking you and all during World War Two…err, sorry if that was a personal thing," America found himself apologizing for something personal when he saw Artie visibly flinch when he mentioned the Blitz.

"Y-yeah…" Artie began twiddling his thumbs once more. "I-I don't remember seeing Art during it though…" Artie then added, gazing into the constant artificial waterfall. America's eyebrows rose in wonder when Artie said that. He'd have to ask Art about that, and with that, America whipped out his phone and quickly texted Art his question before returning his full attention to Artie.

[America]

Do you remember the Blitz?

[England number two]

What the hell are you talking about?

Hm. Interesting, he'd have to send a note to Japan about his semi-findings.

He and Artie remained at the memorial for a long period of time, simply listening to the water in a wordless silence. Artie seemed to have a thing for tracing engraved letters with how many names he had already traced a finger over. "I'm hungry."

America smiled at Artie's not-so one track mindedness and nodded his head. "Sure thing, I know an awesome place that isn't McDonald's," he took Artie's hand and walked him to their new destination, Artie turning red at the action and an even darker shade when they attracted attention.

The two stepped into an Asian restaurant and America let go of Artie's hand much to the other's disappointment. They were then seated and headed over to the buffet, America piling his plate high with whatever he could get his hands on while Artie seemed restricted to rice, noodles and a little bit of meat.

When they sat back down, the two immediately began eating and America snickered to himself as he watched Artie basically shovel the rice into his mouth much like America would do. The other seemed oblivious also until he noticed that America was staring at him, covering his mouth. "Fwat?"

"I originally thought you were a dainty eater," America grinned, poking Artie's cheek with his chopsticks. Artie huffed and swallowed before sticking his tongue out at the American and resuming to eating his lunch. Maybe Artie had gotten comfortable around America now that they had been hanging out for a while since when he first cloned England, Artie almost acted towards America as if he were a stranger that he vaguely knew.

America simply grinned at Artie once more and ruffled his hair, having his hand swat away by Artie, though the other was smiling none the less as he did so. "Why do you do that so much?"

"'Cause I like you~!" America laughed, pulling Artie into a one armed hug once more, rocking the other back and forth as Artie turned a light shade of pink once more. America then went further and kissed Artie on the forehead, enjoying the full blown blush that exploded on the other's face.

"W-we're in public…!" Artie whimpered as America went lower and kissed Artie on the lips, nibbling on Artie's bottom lip lightly, wordlessly asking for entrance. His partner unfortunately pulled away, albeit with great difficulty since his mind seemed to be torn in between pulling away and giving in. "America…" he whimpered, voice quiet. "Can we continue when we get back to your place? We've got…spectators," Artie motioned his chopsticks secretly to a group of teenage girls who were giggling to each other, a phone held up as if they were taking a photo or a video, which was probably what they were doing.

"Fine, fine," America ruffled Artie's hair once more and straightened himself back out, returning to eating his meal. Artie smiled and thanked America before returning to his meal as well.

"I'm coming!" America called as he threw on a shirt, having woken up to someone banging on his door loudly. Opening the door, America had to side step as France came strolling in, clearly uninvited whilst greeting America slyly. "What the hell man? You weren't invited inside!" America furrowed his eyebrows before letting Canada and Art inside as well.

"Well you would've let us in anyways, so what's the point in waiting?"

"It's being polite."

"Last time I checked you aren't very polite to your guests," France ticked a finger back and forth as if scolding America who folded his arms and stuck his nose in the air, refusing to back down. The two soon dropped the argument when Artie ran in and basically tackled Art, the two landing on the floor, Canada having to jump back to avoid being knocked over.

"Yaay~! Art's here! I missed youuu~!" Artie basically squealed, hugging Art tightly and nuzzling into the other's arm.

"Get off of me!" Art grunted, attempting to wiggle out of his twin's tight embrace.

As Art had to deal with the leech that was dubbed Artie, France grinned at America. "So, did you have any fun in you free time with Angleterre timide?" he asked, a sly look slipping onto his face. America rolled his eyes and shoved France, who was leaning on him, off of his side.

"Sure, I guess we did go out for lunch a few times, now quit leaning on me," he grunted and Canada rolled his eyes at the Frenchman that had obviously never heard of personal space.

The five sat in the small living room, Art sitting on the small love seat, Artie next to him basically cuddling with his right arm. America and Canada sat in the second love seat and France ended up sitting on the floor. "So America, what did you and Artie do?" Canada then asked, his voice having no perverted trace that France was known for.

"Went out for lunch a few times, visited the nine eleven memorial—Artie likes it, and played lots of video games."

"Oh, you actually took him there?" Canada asked, a bit surprised and America nodded his head in response.

"Are you sure you didn't do anything else?" France asked from his spot on the carpeted floor.

"Shut it Frenchie," America bit, an irritated grin stretching at his lips.

"Did you get Art's threat text?" Canada then asked, smiling humorously, America figuring that the two had probably done or said something to make Art worry and send that.

"Yep I sure did, why?"

"Oh, France just went on and on about how you'd rape 'poor defenseless Artie' and how rough you were and I'm not sure how he got that through Art's head but he did. Oh, and he also tried to get into Art's pants too—said he'd make sure he and Art were doing the same thing as you and Artie," Canada explained. "Poor guy was paranoid for Artie."

"Ha, ha, I could tell with the text. Art's violent and pretty creative with his threats by the way—I should ask him for more just to see what else he can come up with," America chuckled, glancing over at the two Englands on the couch, Artie cuddling with Art's arm and he soon found the image humorous. Art had just managed to pull his arm out of Artie's death grip only to have the other latch back onto said body part, Art letting out an aggravated sigh. "Sometimes you can't really tell that Art cares for Artie," America then continued.

"I know right? The two are polar opposites and Art sometimes acts like he even hates Artie," Canada shook his head, smiling to himself. "Not really sure how that works, but okay."

"Agreed."

"When the hell did you get so clingy?" Art questioned as he tugged his arm weakly in an attempt to get it out of Artie's hold. The other simply grinned at his twin happily and hugged his arm tighter.

"Because I like you~!" he stated and Art sent a helpless glance at the other three who unfortunately for him, didn't appear intent on assisting him.

"You're such a…I don't even know," Art grunted, though he hugged Artie's head closer to him, earning a huge, happy smile, though he couldn't see it.

"So, how much longer are we staying here and where are we going next?" Canada then asked, turning to look at America.

America grinned. "What, you wanna leave already? Ha, ha, just kidding, I think we should leave in three days and go to Orlando next since it's in the east already and the two places you and France want to go to are in the west," he then answered.

"Hey, hey Art," Artie grinned, poking his twin in the ribs, earning a slightly irritated grunt from the other. "America showed me that really big building! Uh…the one with the big fountains!" he then announced, though his voice was slightly hushed. Art nodded his head, urging the other to continue. "I wanna take you to see the building! It's really big and cool and the fountains are pretty…"

"Sure, I guess we can do that," Art sighed. "Hey America," he then lifted his head from Artie's to speak with the American on the other side of the room. America hummed in recognition. "Artie wants to take me to that nine eleven memorial you took him to," Art announced.

"See Art? Isn't it pretty?" Artie asked, leaning over the carved stone surrounding the fountain. "America told me that they had a bit of difficulty making these and that these are where the buildings used to be," Artie continued. Art nodded his head, reading a few names that had been engraved, the letters in bronze to finish it off.

"It's actually called a reflecting pool…" Art pointed out as he read a few more names.

"Okay!" Artie smiled at Art and reached out to dip his fingers in the water, just barely long enough to do so. "I like this place—it's pretty," he then continued, pulling his arm back to his side as he approached Art who was reading the bronze text.

"Yeah, you tend to point those kind of things out," Art smiled at Artie.

America watched the two from a distance, hands stuffed into his pockets. Art and Artie were currently looking at the north tower's reflection pool while France and Canada were inspecting the south one. He pulled his phone out when it began buzzing before playing Kimi Ga Yo.

"Hey Japan."

"Ah, nice to hear from you America. We've…kind of concluded that we can't finish the project since it isn't safe," the island nation answered, sounding a bit hesitant with his announcement. "I advise that we just get used to these two…"

"Nah, I'm totally fine with that—these two are a healthy dose of England," America chuckled, though he was still disappointed that Japan was cutting the project.

"…Okay…you sound troubled, what's up?"

"Ah, we're just at the nine eleven memorial," America itched at the back of his head. "Not the best trip down memory lane, but you get what I mean…" he continued.

"Hai, I fully understand what you are talking about," Japan answered, likely having nodded his head as he said that. "Well, I'll be seeing you next meeting I'm assuming?"

"Yep, I'll see ya there—make sure you give me the newest games too!" America grinned at the idea of more video games. Japan made hummed and hung up with a goodbye, America doing the same. With a sigh, America shut his phone and stuffed it back into his pocket. He glanced back up to see Art approaching him and he nodded his head coolly at said Brit. Looks like they'd have to live for the rest of their lives with two Englands unless Japan brought the project back up when they had even better technology in the future. Yeah, he did miss regular England.

Artie then ran up from behind and jumped onto Art's back, childishly requesting a piggy-back. Art's knees almost gave out with the weight that was added abruptly to his back, and he grunted in severe irritation, fulfilling Artie's request none the less with a small smile, Artie hugging him tightly from behind.

Yeah, America was totally cool with these two.

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I'm like, super unimpressed with how this all turned out O_O This is it—yeppers, I'm not gonna do any more. Mwahahaha…Man, I'm so unimpressed TT^TT Oh well, beggars can't be choosers ;) Please review and peace out my friends, it's been nice knowing you.