Hetashock

Canada sighed quietly as she looked around the area of the airplane she was currently on. She had originally been seated next to her brother, America, and found herself grateful that she had found another empty seat to sit in; she rather preferred quieter flights and though she loved her brother dearly, would not have enjoyed listening to him talk the entire flight. The seat she would have been in was now currently occupied by a severely annoyed England, who was very un-amused at herself being stuck in the spot between France and America. It had been the last remaining seat on the flight, so the woman had been forced to either take what she could get, or wait another week for a new plane. She hadn't wanted to wait so long, so she forced herself to think happy thoughts as she sat between the two, trying not to tear her hair out.

The three were sitting a few rows ahead of Canada. Two rows ahead was occupied by Prussia, China, and Japan, the latter two not very pleased with their seating arrangements, but too annoyed with each other to say anything about it. One row behind her and to the right had North and South Italy and an extremely aggravated Germany, who had been seated between the two females to prevent Romana from strangling her sister. Canada hoped he made it through the rest of the flight without trying to jump out of the plane (or kill the two Italians).

She thought herself extremely lucky that she had gotten the seat she had and sighed again quietly.

"What is wrong? You are sighing a lot." Canada blinked a few times and glanced over at the beige-haired man sitting next to her.

"I'm just happy I'm not stuck where England is, eh?" she mumbled. "I'd much rather sit here with you and Toris." Lithuania turned at the mention of his name.

"Really? They're so exciting." Canada snorted.

"Exciting, yes. Sane…I wouldn't be so sure." The brunette smiled slightly.

"I think I'd have to agree with that."

"We are much quieter than they are, da?" Canada giggled.

"Oui. Much quieter." Russia pressed his lips to the side of the woman's head, drawing a smile from her. The three of them talked quietly until the heard a familiar, annoying, and persistent laughter.

"Kesesesesese~ Hey, Lith, you mind moving for a minute?~" Toris blanched slightly.

"…sure. I'll just…go talk to America for a bit." He stood up, vacating his seat for the albino. The man slid into the empty seat, slinging his arm around the Canadian woman. She resisted the heavy urge to roll her eyes.

"Hello, Prussia." He gave her a grin.

"So formal, Birdie. Got any pancakes with you?" Canada gave him a look.

"I don't carry pancakes with me wherever I go, Gilbert." The Prussian pouted at the Canadian's denial until he noticed Russia watching him. Prussia was annoying the Russian, he thought with glee. He wanted to annoy him some more, he mused as another grin slipped onto his lips. He reached over and pinched Canada's cheeks.

"Ow, Gil, that hurt," she whined. He just laughed and pulled at her face.

"Sorry, Maddie, you're just so cute~" He pranced back to his seat when Maddie batted his hands away and when Russia gave him a death glare.

"Am I allowed to come back now?" Toris asked. His answer was a mumbled mixture of "da" and "oui" as he sat back down in his own seat. Maddie rubbed at her reddened cheeks and Ivan slipped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer to him possessively. The three of them went back to chatting quietly.

And then suddenly…

Maddie was cold. Colder than she had been in a very long time. But her lungs…they burned. They felt as if they were on fire. She couldn't think right. When had she gotten under the water…? She couldn't see straight anymore, and dear maple, would that terrible ringing in her ears just go away? Oh, her lungs felt like they were going to explode! She forced herself to remain calm as she swam to the water's surface as quickly as she could manage with her heavy coat wearing her down, not helping much in the frigid water. As soon as she got to the surface, she let in a huge gasping breath, taking in as much precious oxygen as she could manage. Everywhere she could see, lay, in the water, burning pieces of something…

A few moments later, China surfaced a few yards away from her. She slowly swam over to him.

"Are you okay?!" she shouted over the mixing sound of the waves, the ringing in her own ears, and the flaming wreckage that floated all around them.

"What happened, aru?!" he yelled back.

"We bloody crashed!" a shrill, seemingly ever-angry voice shrieked from nearby. England was clinging to a piece of what looked like the plane they all had been on. Her glasses hung haphazardly across the tip of her nose. Canada breathed a sigh of relief; one of her "family members" was safe.

"Where's Papa?" she called out to the older country. England scoffed and pointed. Canada followed her finger to a building of some kind in the distance that looked, in her opinion, very similar to that of a lighthouse. There she saw France still in the water, holding onto the stairs. She also saw Italy and Germany, the former clinging to the latter in an attempt to regain some warmth.

"We should go over there too!" China shouted to the two women. England rolled her eyes, but complied anyway, not wanting to remain in the freezing water for very much longer. The three of them swam over together, slowly pulling themselves out of the water. Canada offered her hand to her father figure and he took it, almost pulling Maddie back into the water.

"Merci, my little Madeline~" he said as he hugged the small woman. She hugged back, shivering violently against the cold.

"W-Where are the others?" she stuttered.

"W-We can't find Prussia or fratella!" Italy stammered worriedly.

"America, Russia, and Lithuania are still missing as well," Germany added, holding onto Italy.

"Where is Japan?" China demanded. The dark-haired country poked her head out from inside the building.

"I am in here. I was exproring this prace," she said quietly. Canada quietly went back to the water's edge, nervously looking for any of the missing countries. She spotted some light-colored hair against the dark water and unzipped her heavy jacket, throwing it to the side and diving back into the water. She swam slowly over to the figure, her body having to readjust itself to the cold again.

"Al…Al, are you okay?" she asked, shaking him slightly. When he didn't respond, Maddie began dragging him slowly back to the building. "Dammit, Al, you're so freaking heavy," she growled out. When she got him to the stairs, England and France helped her pull him out of the water.

"She is much stronger than she looks, da?~" Everyone except Canada jumped slightly at the statement. She just smiled slightly.

"I'm glad you're safe. Where's Toris?"

"I-I'm here, Maddie," the shivering nation said from his spot next to Russia. Canada let out a small breath and laid her jacket on top of America.

"He'll be fine~" She nodded blankly and went over to stand next to the two of them. They all heard the pair before they saw them. Prussia and South Italy were arguing back and forth as they slowly made their way over to the building through the water and the still-smoking remains of the plane. As soon as South had made it onto the steps, North was clinging to her and rambling rapidly in Italian. Prussia gave them all a grin and his infamous laugh; he was perfectly fine.

Now all the group was waiting on was for America to wake up.

"What's wrong with him? Why won't the moron wake up?" Japan strode back over.

"I think I can herp." She got closer to his face. "McDonard's ran out of hamburgers," she said quietly. The effect was immediate. No sooner than the words had left her lips, America was up, yelling about the loss of burgers. The rest of the group just gave each other looks. It was quiet for a moment, and then Germany cleared his throat.

"Ahem. I think we should all move into the building to block out the cold. Japan, what did you discover inside it?" The quieter country looked off.

"You wirr not rike it." The countries looked back and forth at each other and then jointly moved slowly into the building's opening. It was dark inside until they approached. Then the lights turned on immediately, revealing the contents of the room. Right in the center was a huge red banner with gold lettering that held the words "No gods or kings. Only man", under a large statue of some man. Behind it lay a set of stairs. The group looked around the room, following the stairs downwards. The stairs kept descending until they reached another room. Inside this room was a large, round, metal…thing.

"Ve, Germany, what is that?" Italy questioned curiously. The blonde studied the object for a moment.

"I think it's a bathysphere," he replied.

"A bathy-what-now?" America asked.

"Bathysphere…it's for travelling under the water…" England answered with an annoyed frown. The group got quiet again for a minute. The one to speak up was Romana.

"Well, are we going are not? We can't stay here forever," she snapped. Most of the group murmured in agreement and they all slowly piled into the round, metal container. It was a tight fit for the twelve of them, but the bathysphere managed to fit them all. Germany pulled the lever…and the bathysphere slowly descended into the water.

(( A.N. Pleaaaaaaaaaaaaase forgive me for making this suck so muuuuuuuuch. I am so sorry. .-. ))