A/N: Hey guys! I'm back and I found time to write stuff :D
School is good n all, but it takes away too much time from fanfiction.
Anyways, thanks for reading and keeping up with the story!
I'm sorry I lied, the action starts in next chapter. X| Um...enjoy anyways?

Disclaimer: Mr. President is my made up Mr. President character and in no way does it relate to some important President the past and stuff. I don't own Hetalia, for if I did, fanon would be canon.

The next morning, Alfred was awoken by the sharp rap of knuckles on his door and a chorus of voices.

"Mr. Alfred! Mr. Alfred!"

"Mr. America! We require your presence at a meeting!"

"Alfred!"

Alfred was grateful for the lock on his door and huddled in a bundle underneath his covers. He lifted up a corner of the sheets to glance at his digital clock on the side of his bed.

"Eight? It's way too early..." Alfred groaned. He threw the covers over his head to try to block out the drone of voices overlapping. "Dear heroes above, please let them go away..." he begged. Alfred let his weary eyes close and he slipped back into his peaceful dreams.

Or, at least that's what he wanted to do...after lying still for ten or so minutes, the crowd hadn't died out yet and kept yelling their demands and pounding ferociously on the wooden door. Alfred was growing frantic. He had already pulled out the cord which powered his room phone and turned off his cell. Currently, he was looking for a hammer and several nails to board up the crack between the door and the floor which people kept slipping papers under. He was about to settle for a sturdy tap-dancing shoe (don't even ask about that) and a safety pin when he heard a voice that rang out above the others.

"Alfred, Alfred-Let me through-Alfred!" Alfred dropped his makeshift supplies. He knew that voice anywhere. Quickly he made a beeline for the door and carefully unlocked the door. From a small crack, he looked at Arthur and the others.

"I'll take care of Alfred." Arthur said turning to the crowd, "I understand the country can be a bit spoiled and outlandish at times," Alfred pouted at these words, "But, he really does have good intentions," Alfred's face once again brightened into a smile, "Now if you'll please, remove yourself from the area. Alfred and I will get back to you shortly. For now, please wait for us in the parlor." Arthur requested. Alfred was grateful the majority of the secretaries this morning were mostly female. Star struck, they followed Arthur's words and headed off to the parlor; reluctantly the rest of the males followed suit.

As soon as they were gone, Alfred darted his hand out. With a strangled gasp from the Englishman, he threw Arthur into his room along with his luggage and quickly shut the door again. As soon as Arthur entered the room, the American threw himself onto the Englishman and swung him around in a tight bear hug.

"Iiiigy!" Alfred screamed.

Alfred put him down and gripped Arthur by his shoulders.

"What are you-

"Artie, did I ever tell you how much I love you?" Alfred asked with a serious tone of voice.

"I believe you may have mentioned it once or twice." Arthur replied as he turned slightly red and shook the American's hands off of him. "Anyways, what did I say about those pet names?"

"But babe~ I know you love them..." Alfred whined.

"No I don't, Alfred. Please refer to me by my real name."

"Iggyyy~"

"No, Alfred..."

"...honey?"

Arthur sighed. "I suppose I'm not going to get anywhere with this...call me what you like."

"Yay, thanks Artie!"

Arthur sighed and sat on a corner of the bed. Alfred followed suit and belly flopped onto the mattress causing Arthur to involuntarily bounce a few inches in the air.

"So," Alfred said as he rotated his body to face Arthur, "what are you doing here so early?"

"N-No reason..." Arthur started, but was interrupted by a knock at Alfred's door.

"Alfred, it's me," a low baritone voice called out. "Could I come in and speak to you about something?"

"Oh, Mr. Prez!" Alfred exclaimed, "Come on in!" The wooden door creaked open and the President of the United States stepped in. He was around his 50's or 60's and had full head of white, wispy hairs. A friendly smile which was always evident on his clean shaven face and the smell of peppermint seemed to follow him wherever he went. Though he looked like the kind grandfather he was, he had the enthusiasm and energy of a five year old; in other words, an older, if not more mature, version of America.

"Good morning, Alfred, and to you as well, Mr. Britain," The President said, "I hope I wasn't interrupting something."

"N-no Mr. President!" Arthur exclaimed as he pushed Alfred off the side of the bed, "There's nothing going on here at all!"

"Hahaha, relax Mr. Britain, I just wanted to talk to Alfred," The President chuckled. "I've been thinking, Alfred," the President started, "You've been through a lot the past year what with the economy and all, and I think that you deserve a well-earned vacation."

"R-Really Mr. Prez?" Alfred squeaked, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Of course, Alfred! I've already booked a flight for you and Mr. Britain to Hawaii!"

"Oh, Mr. Prez!" Alfred squealed latching himself onto the President's leg. "!"

"You're very welcome, Alfred." The President smiled as he patted the country's head.

"Alfred! Release the President's leg this instant!" Arthur chastised and then turned to the President, "Sorry for the inconvenience, Mr. President. We really appreciate your generosity and I can't thank you enough for the tickets."

"Think nothing of it, England. It's my pleasure. I'll call your boss and tell him of the circumstances right away," he said then leaned in closer and whispered, "Enjoy yourselves."

"M-M-Mr. President," Arthur whispered as a deep blush emerged on his face, "What exactly do you mean?"

"I'm sorry Britain; you'll have to excuse me, I'm an old man with bad hearing, I do hope you and Alfred enjoy yourselves," The President smiled.

"Thank you Mr. President," Arthur mumbled.

"Yeah, thanks Mr. Prez," Alfred exclaimed as he got to his feet and brushed off his pyjamas.

"You're very welcome. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a mob of angry secretaries to disband. Your plane leaves at 6:00 so be sure to rest up before then. I'll have the maids find you two at five, so until then. Good bye, gentlemen," the President said as he turned to leave the room. "Oh, Alfred, please don't forget to meet me in the oval office at 3:30, I have something important to talk to you about before you leave."

"Yes, Mr. President…" Alfred said solemnly. Arthur stared at Alfred as the President left the room and quietly shut the door behind him.