I don't own Hetalia okay? Yes I have other stories I am working on that need updating too but you know how it goes when you have an idea that won't leave you alone. I've recently been addicted on the RusAme pairing and then a fanart reminded me of a story my grandpa told me about a trip his company had after the cold war. He worked at the Nevada Test site as a manager. I will leave you to google what that place did. Nothing inappropriate happened but it was funny. Anyway enough of this A/N, on with the fic!

Alfred looked at his watch and sighed. "Why do I have to wait at the freaking baggage claim?" He sighed "Oh that's right..." He said looking over at security. "My bosses suck." Ivan was due in from Moscow about an hour ago but he plane was delayed. It had been a long time since he could have his "close friend" as he liked to keep people thinking over for some time and finally it had worked out both had enough time off to make it worth the 16 hour long flight. He stood at the arrivals and departures screen and saw Ivan's flight. Delayed again. Geesh the weather must be bad...Alfred sighed as he sat on the bench nearby and looked out the window. "Getting dark already. And he's going to be cranky from that flight..." He said dozing off.

Collapsed on the bench, he felt a poke on his forehead. "Alfred...Did you not have enough coffee this morning?"

"Huh?" Alfred said looking around, vision blurred. "What happened to my glasses?"

"I made sure they weren't crushed before I woke you up." Ivan smiled. "And I was the one who had to spend a total of 23 hours traveling." He laughed.

"Shut up." Alfred said taking back his glasses putting them on. "So what was the hold up?"

"According to the pilot there was rough turbulence as we passed over the Atlantic so we had to divert around it. "But I am finally here."

"Great! Now let's go get your bags big guy!" Alfred said, jumping up, thumping Ivan on the back and heading to the baggage carousel. "What does it look like?"

"Brown and heavy plastic with a sunflower luggage tag." Ivan said as he stood with Alfred in the crowd, hearing the metallic whurrring of the baggage carousel, waiting for the bags to come out. Alfred, noticing people picking up their suitcases and leaving, ran around to the other side trying to see if it was missed in the crowd, but alas, the machine stopped and there were no suitcases left.

"I don't see it Vanya..." Alfred said despondent. "Sorry dude..."

"Is not your fault. Maybe we can ask the baggage clerk over there." Ivan suggested.

"Great idea bro!" Alfred said as they headed over to the baggage claim. There stood a bored young man, looking at his phone and chewing on some gum. He looked up at the two men and sighed. His shift was almost over, it had been a long day and often when someone couldn't find their bag it was still on the carousel and he'd have to point it out to them.

"Can I help you?" He sighed chewing on his gum, hardly looking up from his phone.

"Your airline seems to have lost my luggage. I was wondering what I could do." Ivan said in a friendly yet terrifying manner.

"Have you checked the baggage claim?" The man sighed.

"Yes I have. And it is not there." Ivan smiled but Alfred ran over, knowing that there could be trouble. Would his 'magic metal pipe of pain' have made it through security and customs? I mean it's just a pipe but still... He thought as he stood beside Ivan, trying to keep a handle on the situation. The clerk was starting to tremble, knowing this was not your typical disgruntled traveler who couldn't be bothered to actually look.

"Bro, you have the ticket when you checked the bag?" Alfred said, trying to defuse the tense situation. Anyone would be frustrated at this, but the last thing he wanted was a commotion in the airport.

"Oh! Good idea." Ivan smiled, causing the clerk to sigh in relief. "It's right here in my pocket." He smiled as he handed it to the clerk, causing Alfred to sigh in brief relief. At least we may get a clue on where it's at...

"Good Mr...Braginsky?" The clerk said, looking nervous as he read the name.

"You pronounced it correct." Ivan smiled.

"Yeah... according to our records, your suitcase got put on a later flight to this airport. It's scheduled to come in... in 12 hours..." The clerk read the screen, looking up nervously.

"Well what am I supposed to do?" Ivan asked concerned.

"Well you can either wait around here," the clerk began and noticing his face changed his options, "Or we can ship it to wherever you are staying free of charge." He said cowering in fear.

"That's great!" Alfred said heading to the clerk, "He'll be staying at my place. Here's the address and my phone number so you can call or text us when it's shipped out."

"Thank you for your patience." The clerk smiled as he took down the information.

Sensing that there was nothing more that needed to be done, Alfred led Ivan to the parking garage to drive him home so they could begin their vacations. "So ready for two weeks of awesomeness dude?"

"But Alfred, what about my clothes? The suitcase won't be in for a few days, even if everything is on time." Ivan said concerned. "I have a change of clothes in my carry on bag, but what about till then?"

"I'll get you some new clothes till yours come in. You won't have to wear the same ones till then. You must be feeling pretty gnarly after that long a trip." Alfred smiled.

"Well yes, I was looking forward to changing my clothes and taking a hot shower when we got back to your place, but where would we get clothes at this time of night?" Ivan asked confused.

Alfred looked around. It was getting late, well after 10pm. Most places were closed. But there was one that was open 24 hours a day, 7 days a week 365 days a year. It may not have been the best but it was convenient. "I know just the place! Get in!" Alfred said opening the door to a cherry red Ford Mustang.

"Can I drive?" Ivan asked with a smile.

"No. I've seen what happened when I visited your place." Alfred said as he sat down. "Maybe later Vanya. You've got two weeks with me."

"Da." Ivan said as he put his carry on bag in the trunk and they drove off. Ivan looked out the window as the other cars went by and slowly drifted off to sleep. Suddenly the car stopped and Ivan bumped his head against the door. "What-? Where are we?"

"WalMart." Alfred said. "They got everything you could ever need literally whenever you need it. Speaking of which, there's a few things I'm out of at the house I intended to get before you came in." He got out and opened the passenger side door "After you Vanya."

"Alfred..." Ivan said with a groggy smile.

The parking lot was relatively empty. It was late at night after all, so it was natural that there wouldn't be a lot of customers. Upon walking in, Ivan was amazed. Everything was always bigger in America but this was much more than he was used to seeing. There was large displays of clothing, candy, produce, and other groceries in the supermarket section. "You must be joking..." Ivan said amazed.

"What?" Alfred said casually.

"This place is huge. There's no way you'd have all this in one place!"

"Well this one isn't one of the bigger ones, but it's a fair size." Alfred explained calmly, unfazed by the store. He'd been here before. It wasn't one of his favorite places to do the shopping, but it did have almost everything, so it was convenient.

"But we don't have stores like this back home." Ivan muttered.

"Nope, you don't." Alfred said. "But now let's get you some clothes for the next few days. He looked around. "Over here."

Alfred ran with the cart, picking up speed and jumping on the bottom as it coasted along. Ivan followed along and looked at all the clothes around him. Sure they weren't very nice but they were at least decent. Not too expensive and great for situations like he found himself in, in desperate need of some new threads. "There's so much Alfred..." Ivan said humbly.

"Take your pick man." Alfred smiled. "It's all on me, so don't be shy. There's tshirts over there, some socks and underpants over there and some blue jeans over there..." He pointed as Ivan took the cart and headed to the blue jeans. "Hey!"

"I think I found something." Ivan smiled as he looked at the jeans.

"Great, let me just take the cart and do the grocery shopping while you find what fits you." Alfred said. "Okay I need milk, bread, lettuce, soda pop... lots of soda pop..."

"See you later Alfred..." Ivan said, looking over each pair of blue jeans with intense scrutiny.

Once he had finished picking out the groceries, Alfred headed back over to the clothing section to see if Ivan was having trouble. Maybe there's a size difference he's having an issue with He thought as he pulled the cart back to where he left Ivan, at the blue jeans. "Bro!" Alfred said.

"Oh! You're back." Ivan smiled.

"You done yet?" Alfred sighed. "It's almost midnight man. I'd like to get home sometime today."

"One moment." Ivan said.

"Ugggghhhhh..." Alfred sighed. "I'll grab you a few extra things for you." He rolled his eyes and grabbed a pack of socks and underpants and a with a snigger, a Brony tshirt for taking too long. He grabbed a few other shirts "Wow the Call of Duty Zombies ones are in. I can do some Christmas shopping early. If I remember where I put these when Christmas rolls around." Alfred walked back to the cart placing the clothing in on top of the huge pile of groceries and sighed.

"I don't think Ludwig would like this one." Ivan sighed, knowing what Alfred was intending.

"Nah, that's from his brother Gilbert." Alfred said.

"He would act more like Richthofen..." Ivan said. "I guess I am ready he said placing 6 pairs of jeans in the cart.

"Dude, just how many pairs of pants do you think you need? And if there's an issue with the suitcase I can get you better stuff. This is just the best I could do because it's..." Alfred looked at his watch. "...now 1:35 in the morning." He sighed looking at Ivan. "I thought you were tired."

"I was." Ivan smiled.

"Whatever. We got to check this stuff out." Alfred sighed. "I'll figure out something for us to do tomorrow."

"Don't you mean later today?" Ivan said.

"Just be quiet..." Alfred sighed as the cashier rung out the purchases. "Last time I spent this much time in a WalMart was the day after Thanksgiving getting Arthur's brother Philip a toy that was on sale he couldn't get. Limey bastard..."

"Sorry." Ivan smiled.

So how was that? Good? Bad? Short? Long? Funny? Let me know in a review. So the inspiration comes from this story my grandpa told me. You see his company managed the test sites in Nevada during the cold war. So in the 90s, when it was over and as an attempt to show good faith between the nations, Russia had some of their scientists visit our facilities and ours theirs. (There's a story about the Americans going to Russia too but I will work that in later.) Well when they get to Nevada, the Russians are impressed. Especially with the 24 hour Walmart and the blue jeans. (There's a whole other story to why Russians love blue jeans, tracing back to some of the Western influence and the communist party of the time banning them. It's quite interesting when you research it) His company had a saying "We can't get Ivan out of the all night WalMart." Thus the idea hit me. Hey things like this happen when you have nothing to do with your life because you're out of work and in quarantine. Anyway I am planning this to be a two shot or at least a short fic, so this won't be too long. So remember to read (well you just did) and to review. Ciao for now,

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