Dare Devil

Chapter 15

Chapter 15

AN: Back to the future! With Mattie and Alfie!

"How are we getting there?" Alfred asked. The twins were walking down the Las Vegas strip. America was wearing his formal suit with his waist coat open and tie loose around his neck.

"Getting where?" Matthew asked.

"To the boarder." Alfred said.

"Well I'm flying. Not sure about you." Canada replied with a smile.

"Oh right you fly! That's gonna take some getting used to bro!" America yelled in his obnoxiously loud voice. Canada wasn't surprised that his brother had already forgot. "I'm not sure I believe you!"

Canada laughed. "My plane is a two seater, but you'll have to hold Kumama."

"Sweet!" Alfred yelled. His shouting causing him to get some odd looks from passersby. "I remember flying. I sucked at it!"

"You've flown a plane before?" Matthew asked skeptically.

"Once, back in the biplane days. England ran into some trouble in Italy and I flew in to save his sorry ass." America chuckled. "Taking off was easy, but landing was a whole other story. I am never flying a plane again."

"I'll have to ask Britain about that." The Canadian grumbled.

"How are we getting to the airport?"

"I'm riding my rental bike." Matthew said. "You could ride on the back?" He suggested.

Alfred shrugged. "Or the handle bars?"

"It's not that kind of bike!" The Canadian laughed.

America looked at him shocked. "You mean a motorcycle?!" Matthew nodded with a shy smile. "Wow, I didn't think you hand it in you bro!"

"Umm merci? I guess?" Canada asked confused weather to be happy or insulted. They were almost at the garage now and Kuma stirred in Canada's arms. The bear looked at Alfred and narrowed his eyes. America smiled at the annoyed bear.

"Hi little guy." Alfred cooed. The bear continued to glare. "I guess you don't like the heat huh?" Kuma growled and snapped at the American.

"He also hates loud people." Canada said in his normal tone of voice. "And smoke, the smell of alcohol and so on."

Alfred looked around and shrugged. "You kinda just described this place, you know." Canada nodded and continued to walk. America sighed and trudged after him. "Are we there yet? My feet hurt!"

Matthew rolled his eyes. "We've walked three blocks! How can you be tired!"

"It's so far!" He complained. The American dramatically leaned into Matthew as he walked. "Catch me!" He said.

"Nope!" Canada stepped out of Alfred's way as he fell. The American toppled to the ground in a heap. "Nice one."

"Ouch." Alfred groaned rolling over onto his back. A few tourists gave them confused and annoyed looks. "Help me up?" Matthew smiled and pulled his brother up.

"Get your butt in gear. I've got a designated take off time and need to be there." The Canadian said as he pulled his loud brother along.

-❄"It's all about maple syrup, not war."❄-

"Jesus Christ! You are the craziest driver ever!" Alfred yelled jumping of the back of the bike holding Kuma to his chest. The polar bear looked at his owner for help away from the American. "I think I might need new underwear."

"I'm not the crazy driver! Your people have no respect for motorcyclists at all!" Canada complained quietly shutting the bike off and taking Kuma from his brother. "I lost count of how many times I was cut off!"

"Hey! My drivers aren't that bad!" America said defensively.

"I guess. Have you ever driven in Rome?" Matthew shivered at the memory. "Or on the autobahn? That was fun. We should do that here."

"Yeah! That would be totes cool bro!" America yelled jumping up and down. Canada rolled his eyes and pulled him through the base and into the hanger where his plane was. "Wow." America said as they entered. "What kind of plane is that? How old is it?"

"It's a Spitfire MK something or other. I don't remember the exact variant. It's from World War Two, so over seventy years old now." Canada said unlocking the cockpit and cleaning out the back seat of stray papers. He didn't bring much with him on the trip, cell phone, wallet, a change of clothes and his note book. He threw them in the small storage compartment under the seat.

"Whoa! This still has the guns on it!" America said poking at the gun barrel. Matthew rolled his eyes and started to check the plane over. "Do they still work?"

"Oui, last time I checked." The Canadian mumbled finishing his inspection.

"Let's get this bird in the air!" America yelled. Matthew groaned. He was going to have to deal with this loud American for three hours in an enclosed space.