Playing the Fool

Chapter 27

Germany had explained that they would need time to sort out the capitals request, and after driving the capital to the airport he had suggested that there was at least a fifty five precent chance the other capitals would be allowed to the next meeting. D.C. was relieved to hear this, but he was a little worried which side of that specter his stoic german friend was on. It was a little hard to tell with Germany, even harder with Italy to be honest. Despite what one would suspect, the supposed air headed country was a master of never openly agreeing with anything. D.C. sort of wished he could see the other side of his friend, the more serious side Feliciano kept hidden.

Watching the clouds far below him, D.C. found himself thinking more on Rome and what had happened these past few months. While he'd never met the Italian capital before, and honestly still hadn't officially, from what Charlie had said on his friend what he'd done wasn't even close to normal behavior. Charlie... his odd cousin from across a ocean though some conversations they'd had felt more like they were galaxies apart. Guilt flooded his system again, if only he had't let his guard down then maybe the former super spy would still be alive.

"Flight 28 now landing in D.C., please remain seated until the plane comes to a complete stop before undoing you seat belts. Thank you and have a nice day..."

Sam rolled his eyes, he'd heard this same speech so many times he could literally name which pilot was droning over the inter com. It was George this time, which surprised Sam a little considering the pilot had mentioned feeling a little under the weather last time he'd talked to him. Giving his old friend a wave as he made his way off the jet, Sam smiled when he spotted America in the lobby. 

Snoring loudly, remains of his lunch all around him as Alfred lay in a rather uncomfortable looking angle one of the chairs. It was a remarkable feat to be honest, though D.C. guessed his country had most likely spent the past few days awake and knowing America he could literally sleep anywhere if he was tired enough... well it wasn't as surprising as George flying the jet.

"Hey... you going to wake up or are you expecting me to carry you home?"

Sam asked in a mock annoyed tone, smirking at the totally lost look on Alfred's face before he finally noticed the capitals was standing there. Sticking his tongue out, America grinned in that dorky way he used to before saying.

"Like you know how to get home without me, oh Sir got lost in trying to get home from the library that is literally two blocks from his house. Though Kentucky was happy to see you, speaking of which he's got another race this weekend so if your free you could hitch a ride with me."

Sam reluctantly shook his head, 

"Sorry, as much as I love seeing him wipe the floor with the normal horses, this weekends Minnesota's. I've sorta missed the last eight get togethers, but I'll mention it to her. She loves cheering him on, though we got a few weird looks last time when she called him brother in front of the other riders."

Alfred nodded in understanding, outing's with Sarah never ended normal. 

"Well hopefully I'll see you there, I'm going to be dragging New York with me either way. That guy really needs to get out more, besides bro's gotta support each other. Kentucky did show up to support him during that designer phase, he still has't explained how he got to the eighteenth floor with out anyone spotting him."

Sam laughed, trying to imagine that as well. Glancing at the clock behind him, America stretched out his stiff muscles. Sighing contently when his neck popped, he cracked his knuckles.

"So you want a ride? I can get you there faster then the bus, and you don't have to deal with bus people that way as a bonus."

Smirking with a teasing light in his eyes, Sam said smoothly.

"Only down side is I'd have to deal with you instead then?"

Placing one hand over his heart, America dramatically gasped.

"AH! That's it you've done it this time... my heart.. you've killed me..."

Falling over on the floor, at this D.C. laughed before nudging him with one foot.

"Hey when your done being dead I'll take that ride, or would you rather I just steal your keys?"

Sitting up instantly, America glared at him.

"No way! Not this time buddy, your horrible sense of direction isn't the only reason you don't have your license. I'm not letting you anywhere near my car again if you plan on driving."

"Shut up, I'm not that bad of a driver..."

Sam pouted, America smirked at this getting up he pointed out.

"How many mailboxes have you mercilessly run over? How many curbs have you bounced over? Ho-"

Stuffing the remains of the hamburger the older had been eating into his mouth to shut him up, D.C. snapped.

"I get it, lets just move on okay?"

(To be continued...)

(Kentucky is a horse, in case anyone was wondering)