Okay so I'm going to write a fanfiction because I'm extremely bored. And it's going to be on a plane because I'm on a plane. And the main character are going to be Ivan(Russia), Mathew(Canada), The Netherlands(Lars), and Gilbert(Prussia) because I love them all. And it's not going to be that great of a fanfic because I have never written on before. So there. Since I wrote this on a plane and was really tired, the first chapter sucks. I would like to believe that it gets way better.
Oh. My. God.
Why won't it shut up?
I'm not going to make it alive.
Mathew felt his eye twitching as he stared out the plane window. He knew he should be happy, he was flying to hockey championships after all. But right now, he couldn't bring himself to even smile. That... Noise wound't shut up. Mathew sighed and looked around. He was in the window seat next to Gilbert, and Ivan was in the aisle seat. Both Gilbert and Ivan were sound asleep, the Russian boy clutching a pipe and smiling. (And no, don't ask me how he got it through security. Just don't.) Gilbert's head was resting his head against Mathew's shoulder. Normally Mathew would smile at Gilbert but now he just couldn't. It wouldn't go away. Why me? It was giving him a migraine. Thinking up new hockey plays wouldn't even make it go away. Mathew pinched his nose and breathed deeply, hoping that it would make his headache go away. It just made his nose hurt. Mathew started to bang his head against the seat in front of him. He moaned. It wasn't fair everyone else could sleep through the noise. It just kept droning on and on. Suddenly, it got louder. Oh no, the small Canadian thought. He stopped banging his head when he realized it was just adding to his headache. He focused on the red light red blinking on the wing. Blink... Blink... Blink... Suddenly it was just as annoying as the noise. Well, almost. He didn't think anything could be more annoying than the noise. The blinking light still gave him a bigger headache though. By now, his head felt like Ivan was beating it with his pipe. Then, the impossible happened. The noise got even louder. Mathew slowly felt himself losing it... "MAPLE! I JUST CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!" Mathew then ran to the bathroom where he spent the remainder of the plane ride. (Or so he thought)
Gilbert suddenly woke up. He stretched and looked around. "That's weird," he muttered. He couldn't see Mattie. He thought about about asking Ivan, but decided against it when he saw the pipe. He didn't want to be the one that woke him. Maybe Mattie was with Lars. Gilbert twisted around in his seat but he didn't see Mattie. Gilbert frowned. He had just had this awesome dream and he wanted to tell Mattie about it. Gilbert sighed, it looked like everyone else was asleep. Now what was he supposed to do? Suddenly a demonic grin spread on his face. "That's what I should do", Gilbert said to himself, smirking. He slowly reached into his bag and pulled out a permanent marker, being careful not wake the Russian boy. He uncapped the marker and looked to make sure Ivan was sound asleep. Gilbert smiled and softly wrote Lars was here on Ivan's forehead. He looked at Ivan's face and decided he had nothing to lose. Gilbert drew a curly mustache on Ivan's lip and tried to control his laughter. Ivan was going to kill Lars when he woke up. Meanwhile, Gilbert was going to be safely watching from afar.