It can't rain all the time. With time (and travel), the sun must come out. It has to.

So, here I am in the airport of a land across the sea. I can't say I'm comfortable, the sun a shock to my pale skin. Searching for a him. Where is he? I stand on my toes, why is everyone so tall here? I lift my hand to shield my eyes from the blinding sun.

"Excuse me, sir. Are you lost?" The voice was unfamiliar and female. I was not expecting that. "Can I help you? My friend's plane isn't supposed to arrive for another hour so I can help."

I turn to see a blonde haired, blue eyed girl looking at me. Luckily, we were the same height. I hate being short.

"Uh, not lost. Just...looking for my friend. My flight was early, but you would think someone would show up early. Aeroplanes are unpredictable," I scowl, he was always late, never on time.

"Ohhh, cute and an accent. You from England? I'm Nikki. Well, actually it's..." she trailed trying to cover up whatever it was she just did with a smile. I glance down at the girl's outfit, she was a teenager. No older than sixteen. She had tan skin, but from the freckles it was obvious that she wasn't naturally tan, and the short jean skirt and tight white shirt was drawing looks from the men and boys meandering about.

"Uh, yeah. You could say that. I'm Arthur. Have you seen a blonde guy, blue eyes, brown bomber jacket with a fifty on it. Probably acing like an idiot and causing a scene," I stand on my toes again trying to see if I could catch sight of the idiot. I glance down to see the girl staring up at me with wide eyes.

"Arthur? The Arthur? As in England Arthur? Wow. I'm dumb. I knew you would be coming from this gate, but your flight is so early, I really didn't think. Oh wait. Yeah, I'm California. Daddy said he's sorry. Obama wanted to have a meeting at last minute so he told me to come and get you. You can stay at my house until Daddy gets here. He said, and I quote, 'a hero's gotta do, what a hero's gotta do,'" Nikki rolled her eyes, she grabbed my hand and grinned. "Let's go, you have to tell me all about yourself!"

We rode in the car for one bloody hour. Nikki just kept talking and talking. I tried to get in a word or two but after a while I just gave up. She went on about Al – "Daddy!" –, her brothers and sisters states, but mostly just about herself. When the limo, yes a bloody limo, pulled into a mansion Nikki jumped up and out of the car. The driver sighed and looked like he was used to the young girls ways and opened the door for me.

"Enjoy your stay, sir," he said, trying to keep a smile as Nikki jumped on his back.

"Nigel~! Let Arthur alone, Daddy says I have to entertain him. I'm sure he's hungry!" Wow, this girl seems to whine a lot. She jumps off the driver's back and runs up the steps and through the doors. I sigh and follow the teen after handing the driver twenty dollars, probably not much compared to what he usually got but...

I came here for sun. To get away from the rain and here I am, inside a mansion being "entertained" but a flirty, hyper teenage girl. We had played video games all day, even though she really, really wanted to go to the beach. I refused to be seen in public, at the beach no less, with California.

So now I was eating a salad in the state's huge dining room. It was big enough for at least fifty five people. The fifty states and Al, I guess. It's fair to say I'm miserable, the girl was bored with me and was openly complaining about my "attitude". Then she kept trying to get me to say speeches and saying certain words.

"Hey, Arthur. Say...uhm...Say Bloody wanker! Do it! Please! For me?" Nikki is whining. I feel my eye twitch and try to ignore her. Her voice is like an annoying bug. It just buzzes and whines and oh my God...

"SHUT THE FUCK UP, YOU BLOODY WANKER. GOD SAVE THE QUEEN IF YOU DON'T SHUT THE – " I yelled, standing up. Nikki was looking past me with a terrified look on her face. I turn and see, oh shit, Al standing in the door way. He dropped his luggage and stares at me. He wasn't pissed, but he did look not happy.

"Arthur...? What's going on? Nikki..." Al looked torn. He seemed to not know whether to yell at me, the one who was just dropping shit on his daughter, or his daughter who has obviously done something bad enough for me to yell.

Nikki looked between Al and me before yelling, "Daddy! It's no fair! You told me keep him entertained! I thought I was doing a great job when he just blew up! I don't even know what I did wrong!" God, she's whiny. Great, now she's bawling. Alfred, America, Al put his hand on Nikki's head, soothing her.

"What happened? Arthur. Just, just shut up, Nikki," Alfred says, picking up the chair I had knocked down. I felt a blush creep up my face.

"Well, uh. I guess we were just kinda talking. Well, she was. And my God, I'm sorry Al, but your daughter just doesn't know when the shut the bloody hell up. So, anyways. Yeah. I got annoyed. Sorry..." I rub the back of my head and felt my face get hotter. Al gives a little sigh before grinning.

"Well, whatever. The hero's here now. Artie, me and you are gonna spend the night here but tomorrow we'll visit Texas. Come now, I'll show you your room. Nikki. Stay here," Al's voice was too polite, too tense. His shoulders were the same way as he led me through the winding hallways. I frown, regretting my choice of snapping. But Goddammit that girl is annoying.

"Listen, Al. Don't..don't be mad. I said I was sorry. It's been a long day. I'm tired, jet lagged. I went through like four time zones," I tried to keep the whine out of my voice, but I was just so tired. It was 7 here but it felt much, much later than that. Al turns to me now, a smile on his face.

"Yeah, I know. Nikki drains me too. I had to put on an act, though. I probably should stop that. She's too spoiled as it is. I've been here for two minutes, three maybe and I'm already exhausted. We're going to Texas because Diego is so much more calm and sane compared to her. Plus, it's sunny there too. That's why you're here, yes?" Al says, his blue eyes sparkling. We stop at a door and he pushes it open. "Sleep, Iggy and tomorrow we can leave California." Al swung his arm around my shoulder, weighing my tired body down. As he was guiding me into the room I can feel a blush creep up my face. What was my problem? I've never blushed, blushed, around America.

Somehow I ended up in the bed, under covers and my eyes are drooping. The lights disappear and I hear America say, "Good night, Arthur." I would answer, but I'm falling under the trap of sleep.

A/N: So, this is my first Hetalia fanfic and I think it's a good start. Writing in present tense is a bitch so I'm gonna drop it for the rest of the story, maybe. I'll try to update in the next week. :) R/R, yes?