Hetalia is not mine it belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya.

Six young German children sat atop one of the many hills and mountains that surrounded their home south of Innsbruck, Austria. This was their last night in Austria, before moving to America. Even though the oldest of them all was only 14, they were allowed to venture off by themselves. If a wild animal decided to make them their prey, they knew how to defend themselves and they all knew the landscape here by the back of their hands. Well except for Roderich, he was hopeless with direction. The summer night sky was beautiful to say the least. This would be the last memory of their homeland. Their parents all worked together to run a large trading company. Due to their succession and wealth they had the opportunity to move to the US to let their business grow. They were to board a flight first thing the next morning to New York City.

The thought of going to a proper school with hundreds of other kids was a scary thought for the six who had grown up being home schooled with only the company of each other. Due to their ages they would be in different grades and have to make new friends. Of course they were excited as well. They'd never experienced a large city with bright lights that lit up the night sky blocking the view of the stars. That was something they'd miss about the Alps.

Roderich was ridden with anxiety about moving. He didn't want to leave the only place he knew. He and Vash had protested when their parents told them they were moving. The 14-year-old was eventually convinced when he realised that this would be a big opportunity for him to pursue his music career. Vash on the other hand was never happy about it. He was happy with his life how it was. He enjoyed it when his father would take him, Gilbert, Eliza and Ludwig out into the mountains and go shooting. He would never be able to do that in a large place like NYC. At least not legally.

Gilbert on the other hand was the most excited about it. He couldn't wait. He would spend his time imagining the life he was going to have there. The only things he knew about the big cities were from popular TV shows and comics. He and Roderich would be in the same grade, someone had to make sure Roderich didn't get lost and someone had to make sure Gilbert stayed out of trouble. Ludwig really didn't care too much about moving. Of course he was excited but didn't express it vocally like Gilbert. He was extremely mature for a 12-year-old.

Elizabeta and Lilli were almost as excited as Gilbert, for different reasons though. They were more obsessed with the shopping and amazing girly things they would be doing. Elizabeta, though being a tomboy, wouldn't pass up the opportunity to spend hundreds on looking gorgeous and gaining new friends. Lilli had plans to cut her hair short like her brothers. The 10-year-old wanted a new look to match her new life.

"This is it I guess…" Elizabeta decided to raise her voice after minutes of silence.

"We'll come back eventually," Roderich told her.

"Yeah, my dad promised me that he'd take me back here after a year to go shooting."

"I don't see why you can't go shooting in America, Vash," Lilli piped in.

"It wouldn't be the same," Vash snarled.

"Woah, woah, don't take your thirst for blood out on your little sister," Gilbert warned.

Vash mumbled an apology under his breath.

"I agree with Vash though, it wouldn't be the same." Roderich said sadly.

"You've never gone shooting Roddy," Gilbert reminded him.

"Just think of this as a chance to try new things, plus America is known for its guns," Ludwig mentioned.

"You won't understand…"

They were silent for a few moments.

"We're all sad about moving, some more than others. But we will have fun, we'll make friends and we'll still be together." Eliza smiled to everyone.

"We'll return and when we do, we'll be new people. We'll have matured and when we return to this spot where our last memory will be, we'll be overwhelmed with nostalgia. We'll remember the best of the fun times in our childhood. The longer we stay here, the more these memories will have less significance," Roderich stood up, looked up at the night sky and adjusted his glasses, "We'll miss this place and when we come back it will be all that better."

"Gee you're a dictionary, what the hell does nostalgia mean?" Gilbert asked obnoxiously.

"Experiencing emotional memories of the past, Gilbert…" Roderich explained obviously annoyed.

"Ohhh."

"It's almost half past 9, we should head home and make sure we're all packed," Lilli reminded them.

As they started walking down the track home, Gilbert stopped, turned around and ran to the cliff edge. He took a huge breath, "Goodbye Austria! Stay awesome while I'm gone okay!" he yelled at the top of his lungs waving his arm frantically at the landscape and ran down to follow the others, noticing Roderich rolling his eyes.

Their parents had decided they could all sleep together tonight in the Edelstein's living room, of course the six kids wouldn't be sleeping or at least they would try not to. Their flight would be at 6 am and they would get plenty of sleep on the plane so their parents weren't going to push it.

All of their luggage was loaded onto the truck that would take them to the nearest airport leaving them only with what they were going to carry on. They spent the night watching English movies so they could adapt to the language better. They could all speak good English, they'd been taught it along with German as they grew up. But, they used German more fluently so they had to prepare for this drastic change in language.

The night went slower than Gilbert has thought it would and being on a caffeine high didn't help how bored he was. Everyone had started to dose off around 3 am except Roderich who was reading a book. That was a perfect opportunity to annoy the prissy girl.

Roderich, noticing the smirk on the albino's face from the corner of his eye decided that it would be smart to close his book not to accidently lose the page when Gilbert striked.

"Hey Specs! What're you doing?"

"Well, I was reading…"

"Reading is so unawesome though!"

"Well I find it semi-enjoyable so if you don't mind I'd like to get back to it."

"Too bad, let's go outside!" Gilbert grabbed his wrist and pulled him from the sofa.

"Must we really?" Roderich protested.

"Yep!" Gilbert pulled him out the front door.

"It's freezing though!"

"It's Summer."

"Still cold!"

"You're such a wus."

"Well you're a fool!"

Gilbert let out a short laugh, this prissy little girl was his best friend. Of course the others were good friends too, but something about Roderich made him feel like he was his own brother. Maybe it was the silly way they argued.

"You are!" Roderich said again.

"I know, I know. I was just thinking, I'm gonna be making new friends and stuff, don't think I'll be shutting you out. If anyone picks on you just give me a yell and they'll be thrown out the nearest window," Gilbert put his arm around his shoulder.

"I'm flattered, really. But you are really a fool."

"I'm serious Roddy," Gilbert grabbed his hand and gripped it tightly, "if anyone decides to lay a finger on you because you're weak, I will show them no mercy!"

Roderich couldn't help but smile. Gilbert was indeed an idiot, but he made up for it in a number of other ways. He'd always put Roderich before him. Roderich had been born underweight and he has been weak throughout his childhood and Gilbert had always been there. More than once Roderich had gotten himself lost in the mountains and more than once had Gilbert found him crying at the base of a tree scared that he was going to die. It was silly really. But now Roderich won't have to worry about the beasts in the Alps but worry about the beasts in the American school system. It comforted him knowing that Gilbert would be his knight in shining armour there too.

They sat on the front deck of Roderich's house in silence. They could hear across the small road Gilberts parents in their own house making preparations. Sitting idle on the tiny road was the truck with all their valuable stuff in it. It wasn't really a truck, more like a van but the way it looked was deceiving. Roderich's thoughts were interrupted by Gilbert.

"I can trust you with a secret right?" He looked right into Roderich's deep violet eyes.

"Yeah, of course you can … What's up?" He was concerned.

"I'm terrified."

Roderich wasn't expecting that, "Of what?"

"Moving."

"We all are it's nothing to be ashamed of."

"Yeah I know, but I'm supposed to be the fearless older brother who protects everyone."

Roderich smiled, "You know I'm older by 3 months right?"

"Yeah, but you're a priss."

"And none of us is your sibling except Ludwig."

"Stop being a smart-ass!"

"Stop using vulgar language."

"Stop being a priss!"

"You'll be fine, if anyone is going to adapt to this new lifestyle it will be you." Roderich smiled.

"Anyway, wanna play a video game?" Gilbert changed the subject.

"You know I'm terrible at them…"

"I know that's why they're so much fun!"

Roderich just rolled his eyes and agreed.

Half past 4 came and the kids had to prepare themselves for the flight. This included Gilbert fussing over his bird and making sure that he was allowed to take him into the cabin with him. They eventually got into the truck and headed to the airport. This would the first time they were on a plane and the thought of flying at high altitudes above the earth wasn't too appealing to Roderich.

As they waited to board, Gilbert spent his time poking Roderich's cheek much to his displeasure, Ludwig and Vash were on their phones and Eliza and Lilli were browsing the airports shops.

Fortunately for them their first experience in the air would be in business class due to their wealth and that meant a lovely 10 hours of comfort. Unfortunately the flight was bumpy and Gilbert struggled to keep his bird calm. Other than that the flight was mostly quiet with the occasional chirping of Gilbird.

It was 10 am in the new time zone when Gilbert saw the skyline of New York City. He shook Roderich awake much to the brunette's displeasure.

"Specs look!" he more or less yelled.

"W-what?" Roderich groaned.

"Freaking New York!"

"Oh, we're here?" He put on his glasses

"Yeah! Guys we're in freaking New York City!" Gilbert yelled at his friends.

A/N: So when I was writing this I kept on writing 'Austria said' instead of 'Roderich said' so if that's written in there I'm so sorry.