Hetalia Road Trip! 1

"ALLY! WAKE UP, THIS IS GONNA BE FREAKIN' AWESOME!" I groaned and slowly slipped out of my bed. Of course Alfred would come three hours early, I thought bitterly. Trudging along with my big suitcase, I dragged it to the SUV we had rented.
"How much did you bring?"  Ludwig asked with a slight smirk. I rolled my eyes and Gilbert got out of the car and helped me heave the luggage into the trunk.
"We're gonna be gone all summer, Luddy." I said. "It's best to be prepared." I sang cheerfully, hopping into the passenger seat. I was so excited, my best friends and I were going on a kick-ass road trip! Gilbert looked at me impatiently.
"Move." He said simply, shoving me out of the seat lightly. I groaned and got out of the seat. I swear, he was like an annoying older brother. I plopped into the only other open seat, in the back and between Arthur and Francis. Well, this should be a freaking barrel of monkeys…

"My cooking is bloody amazing!" Arthur yelled, leaning over me to get in Francis' face.
"Ohonhonhon~ your food is fit for not even the lowest of the low." He replied casually. Gilbert's face lit up.
"Like hobos, ja?" He asked with a grin.
"Dude, hobos are very respectable people!" Alfred argued. Ludwig sighed and continued driving down the highway.
"Yeah, because you are one." Gil muttered. Alfred gasped dramatically and turned to his friend.
"You didn't." He said darkly. He smirked.
"You know I did, Alfie." He responded. That was when all Hell broke loose.
"YOU CANNOT JUST INSULT ME LIKE THAT!"
"YOU JUST SAID ZAT YOU LIKED HOBOS! HOW IS IT AN INSULT TO BE ONE?!"
"I DON'T KNOW! IT JUST IS! NOW, APOLOGIZE!"
"MR. AWESOME DOES WHATEVER THE F*** HE WANTS, BEEYOTCH!" Meanwhile, Francis and Arthur were having their own freaking lover's quarrel.    
"I MAKE AMAZING FISH AND CHIPS, YOU GIT!"
"EXACTLY! IT'S ALL BRITISH FOOD!"
"ARE YOU TRYING TO IMPLY SOMETHING, YOU WANKER?" I sighed and exchanged a look with Ludwig. If this went on any longer, I would freaking jump out of the car.
"Only a few minutes until ve're there, Alice. Ja?" He said. I grinned, leaning over Arthur to see out the window. Sure enough, the beach was only a few miles away.
"Oh, yeah! Let's go surfing!" Alfred yelled. Arthur rolled his eyes.
"It's almost midnight, you git. We're going to bed." He said bluntly. Gilbert groaned audibly.
"Vut is the fun in that?" He complained. I hopped out of the car as it came to a stop at the beach house. It had a private little piece of New Jersey on its property, namely a large beach. I yawned.
"You do whatever the heck you want. I'm going to bed." I murmured sleepily. Rubbing my emerald green eyes, I wandered into the house and collapsed on the couch. As exhaustion made the surrounding world hazy, I felt someone pick me up and place me on a comfy bed.
"'Night, Ally." I smiled softly as the sound of crashing waves and an aroma of saltwater insinuated itself into my dreams.

I stretched and got up from the soft twin bed. Wait…bed? I thought I went to bed on the couch. Oh well, I was so hungry that my quest for food interrupted my little mystery. As I searched for fruit, or eggs, or anything edible I felt two strong hands grip my shoulders. I turned around to see Alfred laughing hysterically.
"You should have seen the look on your face!" He exclaimed in between laughs. I punched him playfully.
"It's too early for harassment. Now, make me breakfast." I replied.
"Dude, I have a way better idea." Alfred said, pulling me out the door. I laughed and tried to get him off.
"We still have our pajamas on, you dork." I teased. He grinned sheepishly and let go, digging through his luggage. I grabbed a pair of skinny jeans and a robin's egg blue tee shirt. Slipping on my mustard colored flip flops, I allowed Alfred to lead me to wherever he was planning on taking us. He stopped at the only open food stand. It sold pretty much anything that could be fried, be put on a stick, or all three.
"This is freakin' awesome, Ally!" He said, his face lit up with excitement. I chuckled and scanned the menu. "Wanna split a funnel cake?" I thought about it for a moment, but nodded. We were on vacation, it's not like there's anything healthy on the boardwalk anyway. Alfred pulled out his wallet, but I frowned and pulled out mine.
"The hero always pays for chicks!" He argued. Knowing that he wouldn't budge on paying if he thought it had to do with being a hero, I put my wallet back in my pocket.
"You two make a cute couple." The teenage girl working the stand said. Alfred chocked on the funnel cake he was devouring.
"We're just friends." I managed to say. As we walked back to the beach house I noticed that Alfred had a faint blush across his cheeks. I could only imagine how red my own face was. We stayed silent as we walked back to the beach house. Alfred looked like he was about to say something but kept closing his mouth before the words came out. Alfred speechless? I don't think this has happened since that one time Gilbert put duct tape on his mouth while he was sleeping. Well, I shouldn't be talking, seeing as I didn't utter a word. Heehee, puns are fun.