Feliciano dragged his twin brother Lovino onto the plane, jittering and smiling at everything new that he was experiencing. It was his first time on a plane and was excited to take off. His smile slightly faltered when he realized that they wouldn't be sitting together. "Aww, Romano! We don't get to sit together!" He whined.

"It's fine, I'll see you when we arrive, Feliciano," Lovino huffed, eyeing a tall, muscular man in front of him in the aisle. He looked back at his pursuer and Lovino quickly blushed and looked away.

"But Romano, you said you were nervous about your first time on a plane! I wouldn't want you to-"

Romano frantically cut him off, not wishing to embarrass himself or make himself appear like a little kid, "Shut up b*stard! I won't be scared, what are you even talking about? I never said any such thing!"

Feliciano rolled his eyes and wrapped his arms around his brother in a hug before leaving to his assigned seat next to an unfamiliar, angry-looking man with light blonde hair gelled back. Lovino watched in terror as the line in the aisle moved farther and farther away from his brother. He would never admit it, but he was incredibly nervous and he was dying on the inside when he realized that he would be next to a complete stranger while on his first plane ride. When he finally arrived at his seat, he noticed that he sat next to the same man who had been directly in front of him in line the whole time. He noticed when closer up that he was closer in age to him than he thought, but you would never think it since Romano's height made him appear much younger than most others his age.

"Hola! I'm Antonio! What's your name?" The man smiled and asked cheerfully when Lovino sat down next to him after placing his suitcase in the above compartment.

"Romano," he muttered.

"Is that bag yours?" Antonio asked, nodding towards a small carryon bag under the seat.

Romano was puzzled, "What kind of f*cking question is that, b*stard?"

"I just couldn't help but notice that it just says Lovino so I was wondering why you gave me a fake name. Lovino is such a pretty name! Do you mind if I call you Lovi?" Antonio cooed.

"Yes I do f*cking mind! Leave me alone now!" Romano shrieked.

"Aww, harsh much?" Antonio whispered, turning away. An albino from Prussia turned around in the seat in front of them and began speaking with Antonio, then a flamboyant man with a very thick French accent joined in the conversation. Romano sighed. It was a good thing that he brought his iPod. He turned on some heavy metal music to drown them out and when that failed, turned the music up full blast so that the other passengers gave disapproving looks when they heard heavy drum beats and loud screaming faintly coming from his headphones. He heard his name come up in conversation-not his real name, but "Lovi"- and turned down the music so he could hear better.

"He's so cute don't you think? I just want to eat him up!" Antonio's voice came from Romano's right side.

Then from the seats in front of Romano, the French man joined in, "Yes, he is quite cute, but his personality needs some work. He's so grumpy and that's not at all attractive. Doesn't he have a twin? I thought I saw them together earlier and he would be a much better choice for you Antonio," The albino nodded in agreement.

"No, I like him this way. It's not the looks, even though it seems that way since we've only just met. But it's so adorable how he acts all tough but he's just so mushy and gushy on the inside!" Antonio replied in a very cutesy manner.

Romano lost it, twitching as he spoke up, "And just who would this be, b*stard?"

Antonio's eyes widened and he began to stammer in attempt to find an excuse. The Frenchman spoke up, "We were just discussing you, mon ami. Antonio here finds you very attractive and he's willing to-"

"FRANCIS!" Antonio hissed, glaring at him intently. Lovino just rolled his eyes and stared at them a while questionably before going back to his music, muttering something under his breath like, "Stupid queers."

~O~

At another end of the plane, an American named Alfred was travelling with his brother Matthew and his boyfriend Arthur from England. Something seemed off though as they were taking off.

"Hey Artie! You're smart right? What do you think the probability is that our plane could crash somewhere: like a spooky deserted island with tiki tribal dudes out to get us or something? I have this weird feeling that we're going to die!" Alfred called out to Arthur extremely loudly even though he was right beside him. He snuggled up to Arthur's neck, trying to act cute. Arthur, however was no amused.

"Come on Alfred! We've been on so many planes before and you always say this! Nothing is going to happen to you, trust me!"

Alfred moved in closer to Arthur's face whispering innocently into his ear, "Are you sure, Artie?"

"Yes I'm sure, Alfred, I would never lie to you," He stated reassuringly. He then planted a kiss onto Alfred's lips and held him close. They snuggled and went on PDA overload, much to the dismay of the other passengers.

Matthew, who was sitting behind them, with an empty seat next to him, sighed. His brother had been dating Arthur for over a year now and he had never even had any friends. He supposed it was because he was too quiet and not likeable. He figured that he would just die alone. There wasn't even anyone who would sit next to him even with assigned seats. He ran his fingers through his hair and bit his lip. Why did everyone else deserve happiness and he was never noticed by anyone? There was no one who cared. Alfred pretended he did when invited him to come on a trip with him but he had also brought along Arthur and when he was around, Matthew would never be passed even a glance.

At that moment however, there was someone who was noticing him very much. A young man named Gilbert was watching him very intently, pretending to be in conversation with Antonio and Francis but was really much more focused on the thin boy with long curly blonde hair and dazzling eyes. He couldn't understand why he was alone and so depressed looking.

~O~

Meanwhile, Feliciano was having a much more enjoyable flight next to a man named Ludwig. He was nice and listened to what Feliciano had to say, nodding in agreement, but not saying much in response. They were really getting along until the albino got up from his seat and went over to them, presumably on his way to the bathroom, making a snide comment about how Ludwig was "always trying to get in some foreign boy's pants" making him fume and turn away from Feliciano for the remainder of the plane ride. Feliciano was saddened by this as he had enjoyed his time speaking with Ludwig, He was a good listener and was always kind to him although they had only just met and Feliciano had a tendency to be a little hyper and clueless. Ludwig was just trying to talk to someone who he thought was nice but Gilbert had just ruined it.

~O~

Gilbert went past his brother and the young Italian with him, heading straight over to Matthew. "Mind if I sit?" He asked, taking a seat right next to Matthew without waiting for a response, "So why are you flying alone?" Gilbert began the conversation with.

"Eh? I'm not alone. My brother is sitting right there. We just couldn't sit together," He tried to smile politely but the stress of speaking with a stranger was driving him insane. He hated talking to most people which could have explained his loneliness.

Gilbert sighed, "The PDA king here? You say he said that you couldn't get seats together or he just didn't want to sit with his lame brother?"

"I'm sorry, I just met you. Why are you asking all of these questions?" Matthew questioned.

Gilbert got up, "Sorry for intruding. You just seemed lonely and I wanted to know why someone as adorable and sweet as you- from what I've observed that is- would wind up sitting alone. But I just realized now, I might have made some bad judgement. I just wanted to let you know that you are worth it and I can't see why other people aren't dying to talk to you."

Matthew was taken aback and puzzled, but grabbed onto Gilbert's sleeve before he left for good, "I didn't say leave. Should I be saying this? I mean, God, I barely even know you but I feel so comfortable talking to you. This may not make much sense but I don't like talking much to anyone. Alfred is the only person I can talk to, but I feel so strange with you and I don't know why. Before you sat down here two minutes ago, I didn't know who you even were. In fact, I don't even know your name! But I think this is a good sign. I'm not even nervous and I'm talking a mile a minute and I don't know. I'm sorry…"

"Gilbert."

"Excuse me?"

"My name. It's Gilbert. Yours is Matthew. Don't ask how I know and don't think I'm a stalker because I've only stalked one person and that person was you and it was only today. From the moment I saw you, I was instantly attracted. I think I've met you before, like in a past life or something. This can't be a coincidence."

~O~

Suddenly, the plane began to rock slightly back and forth. The seatbelt sign came on and Gilbert buckled himself in next to Matthew, uncaring of the fact that they had hit some slight turbulence. Romano's eyes grew large and he pushed himself up against the back of his seat, breathing heavily. Antonio tried to comfort him and Romano didn't even have enough strength to tell him off. He was deathly afraid of falling and nothing came before his urge to stay on solid ground (or in this case in the air). Alfred wasn't afraid at all, but used it as an excuse to cuddle up closer to Arthur, gripping his hand tightly. Other passengers did various things, some relaxed, some panicky.

Suddenly, the plane violently shook and the plane began spiralling. Half of the aircraft ripped off and was send flying back into the ocean. The people in the front half shrieked and squealed, the ones closer to the back holding on for their lives. They all put on their air masks, but passed out immediately when they landed roughly on a beach. They didn't know how they had landed anywhere considering they were in the middle of the ocean, but they had and many were still alive.