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World of Disney

3…2…1…done. With the tea properly steepened, England picked up his flowery patterned cup and made for his cupboard. Once there he selected a small box of shortbread (no one had to know he ate the Scottish brand) and finally came to rest on his living room sofa. Once everything was in order, the relaxed and eased blond took a delicate sip from his cup, allowing himself to close his eyes contently. After releasing a quiet sigh, a loud crash was heard from the entry way.

"ARTHUR! It's me!"

Bloody Brilliant

One more sip of tea later, America came running into the living room, a look of pure excitement glued to his shining face.

"Arthur look!" He held up two small cards, each with their own Disney character smiling brightly on the front. "I got them!"

England raised a questioning brow and calmly asked, "What on Earth could be so important that you had to burst into my house, uninvited I might add, to show me?"

America came around and knelt in front of his British counterpart, bothering with a small peck on the lips as both a greeting and an apology.

"Only the 'Happiest place ON Earth'!" America presented the cards once again for England to examine more closely. They were tickets, that much was certain. Tickets for three whole days at all the Disney World parks.

And there were two of them… for two adults…

"Oh Alfred…"

"Come on Artie! It's so much fun. I know you aren't really a theme park kinda guy, but you've never ever been before. Please, please, please can we go?"

Alfred F. Jones had given England many puppy-dog faces in his lifetime. He had basically become a master at getting through that tough gentleman's defenses. However the face he was making at the moment could have trumped all the others at least ten times over. England nearly flinched at the sight and felt his face heat up slightly.

"…I…suppose we don't have much else to do-"

"WOO-HOO!" America cheered happily as he threw himself at England for a bear hug.

"Thanks Artie! I promise you'll have the time of your life!"

"Alright! Alright! Git, let go of me so I can breathe!" America did let go, but before England could begin to scold him, he quickly silenced him with a rather passionate kiss. England sighed into it and slowly closed his eyes. A vacation wouldn't be so bad…of course you could never tell with America.

"Hey Arthur,"

"Hmm?"

"You don't mind walking for hours, do you? Cause let me tell you, we are gonna be walking a ton! OH! We have to map out where all we're gonna go. Maybe we should start at MGM…or Hollywood Studios!"

Well, at least it wouldn't be boring.

Author's Note: Hello all! I hope you enjoy this little tale I am fixing to tell. To be clear, I AM the same book-keeper that posted this story on deviantart. If some one would like me to post a link to my page there, just let me know and I shall link them in a following chapter. 3