Keep Driving- Day 21
Title: Keep Driving
Rated: G
Genre: Fluff
Words: 1,109
Summary: England and America keep driving, despite their bad luck.
Written for Day 21 for the usxuk Summer Camp event. July 21st: Road trip. Taking to the road together! Note that this does NOT need to be in a car. They can be taking a boat trip, riding horses, on a quest, etc. Just as long as the idea of a roadtrip (a fairly lengthy trip to reach a destination, or to stop at destinations along the way), is there.
"What speed are you going?" England asked. He leaned over in his seat to look at the speedometer. "America, you know that the speed is-"
"Yeah, I know exactly what speed it is, thanks England." America was terse. He gripped the steering wheel.
England sat back in his seat with a shrug. "Just wondering."
"I'd love to go the actual speed limit, but we can't." America waved his hand at the two motor homes chugging along in front of him. "But, as you can see, we have two giant fucking houses in front of us. God, I hate going slow…"
England chuckled. "Just wait. There's no section for them to pull over just yet."
"DON'T SLAM ON YOUR BRAKES!" America shouted. He groaned as the motor homes did just that. He slammed on his own, and turned the car at a painfully slow pace around the bend. "Oh my God, it's gonna take us days to get to the campsite."
"Patience," England mused. He reached over and turned on the radio. "Perhaps some music will do you some good."
America muttered something under his breath that sounded along the lines of "doubt it", but England paid him no mind. Instead, he pressed the buttons until he found a station that carried only music from the 80s. England could see America visibly relax back into his seat. He smiled to himself as he moved his hand to grab one of America's.
He pulled it from the steering wheel and over to rest on the gear shift between them. America's hands were tight, just like the rest of his body. England intertwined their fingers. After a moment, he felt America begin to loosen up.
"Hey, I love this song!" he exclaimed suddenly. "We gonna walk down to electric avenue! And then we take it higher!"
England laughed. "What a beautiful singing voice, love."
"You know you love it," America laughed. He was dancing in his seat as he winked over at England. "Come on! Sing with me, Arthur!"
To pull out the human name meant he was in a much better mood. England smiled wide enough to show teeth. He turned up the volume some and began singing along, though not nearly as loudly as America. When the song ended another began. Of course England and America knew this one, and again they began to sing.
The two had been traveling for well over a week, stopping at campsites or small little Inns. They made this road trip every other year, switching between countries. Together, the duo would explore the smaller parts of America and England, preferring to stay away from large cities and any tourist traps. Everything had been going swimmingly, and then there was today. Today just seemed as if all the bad luck had finally caught up to the couple.
First, they woke up late and left a lot later than originally planned. Then, they had forgotten to run out the night before and buy food for the camping the next day, so they had to go that morning, putting them even further behind schedule. They got lost at least once before ending up stuck behind the motor homes.
"I think we're still lost," America said after a time. He was looking around with a frown. "Oh! OH! The motor homes are pulling over! Oh thank GOD!"
"Well, hurry and pass them," England laughed. He waved a thank you to the drivers as they passed. "Huh. I think it was the same family."
"What? With two homes?"
"I guess. It looked like they were, considering it was the same type of caravan. It looked like a large family." England turned to look out the window at the view. "At least we're past them."
"Yeah, but I think we're still lost. The next information booth I see, we're pulling over."
The music was all that filled the time. Neither spoke, just choosing to watch the passing scenery. England even closed his eyes after a time. He felt America take his hand again. A thumb rubbed along the top, and England smiled.
"OH! There's an information building!" America turned the car to pull over.
He jumped out, seeing a large map posted on a board before the car. England got out as well. He came up behind America, looking until he found the arrow that pointed at their location. England furrowed his eyebrows as he tried to locate where their destination was.
"Alfred, where is the campsite?"
"It's all the way down there," America said angrily. He pointed almost to the bottom of the map. "It's about another hour."
England sighed. "Well…let's hope it won't take us long. Given your driving, the time will most likely be cut in half."
America laughed, getting back in the car. "I'm just glad we're free of those motor homes. Seriously, that was annoying."
"Yes, love." England offered a smile.
They began driving again. England reached into the back seat for a book when he heard America swear. He turned back around. "What? What's wrong?"
"Look!" America pointed out the windshield. "It's those fucking motor homes again!"
Sure enough, the offensive homes were back. America and England were behind a few other cars before seeing the cars slowly turned the corner. Some were even honking. But just as in the same situation as before, there was no place the caravans could turn around.
England began laughing. He put his hand over his mouth, but he continued to laugh. Then, America joined him. They turned back on the radio, blasted some more 80s tunes, and kept laughing. They didn't even care anymore. They were together and that was all that mattered.
"We should switch it to some 90s," England said. He reached to change it. "Perhaps they'll have on some Spice Girls."
"Or Britney."
"If the first song is Backstreet Boys, you have to buy me lunch," England said.
America grinned at him. "You're on."
The driver in front of them just happened to glance up in their rear view mirror. They saw England throw his head back in a laugh as America flung his hands in the air. Then, after laughing at one another, they started dancing in their seat. The driver raised an eyebrow.
"What weirdos…"
Hoshiko2's cents: Based on a true event with me and my sister. Those fucking motor homes. And yes, 80s and 90s music was our savior because we were having a terrible day. The music kept our spirits up.
Sorry for nothing from this week. Just lost the drive. From here on out, I will be updating every day until the end of the event, which is the 28th.
Rated: G
Genre: Fluff
Words: 1,109
Summary: England and America keep driving, despite their bad luck.
Written for Day 21 for the usxuk Summer Camp event. July 21st: Road trip. Taking to the road together! Note that this does NOT need to be in a car. They can be taking a boat trip, riding horses, on a quest, etc. Just as long as the idea of a roadtrip (a fairly lengthy trip to reach a destination, or to stop at destinations along the way), is there.
"What speed are you going?" England asked. He leaned over in his seat to look at the speedometer. "America, you know that the speed is-"
"Yeah, I know exactly what speed it is, thanks England." America was terse. He gripped the steering wheel.
England sat back in his seat with a shrug. "Just wondering."
"I'd love to go the actual speed limit, but we can't." America waved his hand at the two motor homes chugging along in front of him. "But, as you can see, we have two giant fucking houses in front of us. God, I hate going slow…"
England chuckled. "Just wait. There's no section for them to pull over just yet."
"DON'T SLAM ON YOUR BRAKES!" America shouted. He groaned as the motor homes did just that. He slammed on his own, and turned the car at a painfully slow pace around the bend. "Oh my God, it's gonna take us days to get to the campsite."
"Patience," England mused. He reached over and turned on the radio. "Perhaps some music will do you some good."
America muttered something under his breath that sounded along the lines of "doubt it", but England paid him no mind. Instead, he pressed the buttons until he found a station that carried only music from the 80s. England could see America visibly relax back into his seat. He smiled to himself as he moved his hand to grab one of America's.
He pulled it from the steering wheel and over to rest on the gear shift between them. America's hands were tight, just like the rest of his body. England intertwined their fingers. After a moment, he felt America begin to loosen up.
"Hey, I love this song!" he exclaimed suddenly. "We gonna walk down to electric avenue! And then we take it higher!"
England laughed. "What a beautiful singing voice, love."
"You know you love it," America laughed. He was dancing in his seat as he winked over at England. "Come on! Sing with me, Arthur!"
To pull out the human name meant he was in a much better mood. England smiled wide enough to show teeth. He turned up the volume some and began singing along, though not nearly as loudly as America. When the song ended another began. Of course England and America knew this one, and again they began to sing.
The two had been traveling for well over a week, stopping at campsites or small little Inns. They made this road trip every other year, switching between countries. Together, the duo would explore the smaller parts of America and England, preferring to stay away from large cities and any tourist traps. Everything had been going swimmingly, and then there was today. Today just seemed as if all the bad luck had finally caught up to the couple.
First, they woke up late and left a lot later than originally planned. Then, they had forgotten to run out the night before and buy food for the camping the next day, so they had to go that morning, putting them even further behind schedule. They got lost at least once before ending up stuck behind the motor homes.
"I think we're still lost," America said after a time. He was looking around with a frown. "Oh! OH! The motor homes are pulling over! Oh thank GOD!"
"Well, hurry and pass them," England laughed. He waved a thank you to the drivers as they passed. "Huh. I think it was the same family."
"What? With two homes?"
"I guess. It looked like they were, considering it was the same type of caravan. It looked like a large family." England turned to look out the window at the view. "At least we're past them."
"Yeah, but I think we're still lost. The next information booth I see, we're pulling over."
The music was all that filled the time. Neither spoke, just choosing to watch the passing scenery. England even closed his eyes after a time. He felt America take his hand again. A thumb rubbed along the top, and England smiled.
"OH! There's an information building!" America turned the car to pull over.
He jumped out, seeing a large map posted on a board before the car. England got out as well. He came up behind America, looking until he found the arrow that pointed at their location. England furrowed his eyebrows as he tried to locate where their destination was.
"Alfred, where is the campsite?"
"It's all the way down there," America said angrily. He pointed almost to the bottom of the map. "It's about another hour."
England sighed. "Well…let's hope it won't take us long. Given your driving, the time will most likely be cut in half."
America laughed, getting back in the car. "I'm just glad we're free of those motor homes. Seriously, that was annoying."
"Yes, love." England offered a smile.
They began driving again. England reached into the back seat for a book when he heard America swear. He turned back around. "What? What's wrong?"
"Look!" America pointed out the windshield. "It's those fucking motor homes again!"
Sure enough, the offensive homes were back. America and England were behind a few other cars before seeing the cars slowly turned the corner. Some were even honking. But just as in the same situation as before, there was no place the caravans could turn around.
England began laughing. He put his hand over his mouth, but he continued to laugh. Then, America joined him. They turned back on the radio, blasted some more 80s tunes, and kept laughing. They didn't even care anymore. They were together and that was all that mattered.
"We should switch it to some 90s," England said. He reached to change it. "Perhaps they'll have on some Spice Girls."
"Or Britney."
"If the first song is Backstreet Boys, you have to buy me lunch," England said.
America grinned at him. "You're on."
The driver in front of them just happened to glance up in their rear view mirror. They saw England throw his head back in a laugh as America flung his hands in the air. Then, after laughing at one another, they started dancing in their seat. The driver raised an eyebrow.
"What weirdos…"
Hoshiko2's cents: Based on a true event with me and my sister. Those fucking motor homes. And yes, 80s and 90s music was our savior because we were having a terrible day. The music kept our spirits up.
Sorry for nothing from this week. Just lost the drive. From here on out, I will be updating every day until the end of the event, which is the 28th.