Disclaimer: I don't own Axis Powers Hetalia.

Hello, everyone. I'm Tallon Rook, and this is one of my first fanfictions I've written in a while, and it's technically my first Axis Powers Hetalia fanfiction, so if you'd like to give some constructive criticism, that'd be nice, thanks.

Chapter One- The Trip Begins

Germany got of the plane at Los Angeles International Airport, thankful that the long, hellish flight was over. His attempts to sleep were ruined in the first half by Prussia, who attempted to watch all the inflight movies, and during the second half by Prussia, who, exhausted by the inflight movies, fell asleep on his shoulder, preventing Germany from falling asleep. But now, thankfully, the flight was over, and there was at least a day before the next world conference.

After getting his luggage from baggage claim, none of which his brother would carry, he decided to turn his cell phone on. The shiny gadget awoke with the flip of a switch, proudly reading 1 New Text Message! Now, there were only there people who would text Germany instead of emailing him- one who was standing right next to him, one who his heart almost fluttered at the possibility that it could be him, him, him texting him, and the third was who had actually texted him.

Germany sighed. It was, in fact America. Opening the message, he read it- hai thar every1 this is america!1! So the new wohrld conferanse has been changed from 2morrow to next Thursday! Also it is not in LA, it is in NYC! Anyway C u thar! Desperately wishing America would learn about something called spelling, he stuffed his blackberry back in his pocket, about to break the bad news to Prussia.

Oddly enough, he didn't have to, as he was interrupted by the swearing of one very angry Italian, who had apparently just gotten off another flight. "What the hell? Did you have anything to do with this- don't want us to have this conference? Got my stupid brother chained up in your basement or something and don't want us to know?" Germany sighed again. Romano's ability to both dislike and be desperately concerned with the fate of his brother at the same time rather astonished him.

"Nein. I am just as concerned with Italy as you are, and just as dismayed by the change of plans." The Italian snorted.

"I'm not concerned about him," lied the Italian, "I just want to know who's kidnapping Italian nations! I could be next! Oh God, I bet it's that bastard Spain. Why didn't I realize this before?"

" You may inform everyone about your conspiracy theories at the meeting, Romano." He grabbed his luggage and his groggy brother's arm and tried to pull both away. "I, however, will need to arrange transportation to New York City."

After talking to the lady at the front desk, he was unable to procure tickets for a flight to New York at a reasonable amount, or ones that wouldn't have a layover for over a day, he was forced to rent a car. "Hey! Potato freak! Let me in your car!" Germany sighed. He did it a lot and it seemed as if there would be no signs of him stopping the habit anytime soon.

"Nein. Why would I let you in my car?"

"I could give you a couple of good reasons why…."

His reasons, unsurprisingly, were rather terrible. However, other reasons came up to him, asking if they could ride in his car, and at least Romano knew the concept of personal space.

Barrelling down the freeway at over a hundred miles an hour, Germany realized that he should never have let Romano drive. "We're on the wrong side of the freeway." This was possibly the thirtieth time he'd said it, but it never sunk into the nation's head.

"We're not on the wrong side of the freeway! This is how Americans drive!" screamed Romano, hand on the horn, ready to honk at any drivers who didn't get out of his way.

"No, no, you're thinking of Australians or something. And why would everyone else be driving on the wrong side of the road?" asked Germany. Romano shrugged and swerved. There was a soft moan from the back seat, but it certainly wasn't England, the backseat's only known inhabitant.

He swerved out of the way of another car, which shot past him, and barley missed a truck. "Maybe they're all stupid German tourists!" Germany desperately wished that he had ridden with someone else, and nearly everyone else agreed.

Suddenly, Romano swerved and began driving the right way. "What the hell are you doing? Now we're driving the right way, but in the wrong direction!"

"I'm going to pick up that hitchiker, what do you think? Poor guy, nobody will pick him up because they're all driving on the wrong DAMN SIDE OF THE ROAD!" Without even looking at the hitchhiker, Romano slammed the car to a stop in the middle of the road, not getting onto the shoulder. "Hey! Get in the back if you want a ride!" He unlocked the doors automatically, and the new passenger slid in.

"Ve~, thanks a lot!" he replied, hopping in the back seat of the car." Romano and Germany's heads instantly turned around.

"Italy?" The nation sat oblivously next to England, smiling, eyes shut in his characteristic way. "Mein Gott, Italia, what are you doing here? Do you even know how long you've been missing?" The nation cocked his head.

"Do I know you?" What? How could he forget? Wasn't… hadn't he promised that he'd never forget him? Germany's heart sank, before realizing he probably just forget him, but had forgotten everyone else as well. "You sound a bit familiar, but nope!"

"Ha ha, you potato bastard! My brother has forgotten all your weird macho ways, and will be a true Italian once more. Isn't that right?" Italy briefly opened his eyes, examined the two in the front seat, then closed them again.

"I…. I don't know either of you. Or him, or the other guy." What other guy? Him and England were the only two in the back seat, right? He looked from the road to next to Italy, found Italy and saw nothing.

Someone, however, was sitting there.

Notes:

I apologize that this chapter may seem a little rushed, as I was originally intending for the next chapter to be the first chapter. Also, N. Italy will just be Italy, and S. Italy will be Romano, just because I'm lazy like that.