Heyo! ^^ It's Leanne here! So, this is me and Carmen's new fic, Plane Chaos. And this time, we added in co-writer Amber. (. She's the same age as us.) Heh, three's a crowd. Oh, and this is supposed to be a crackfic, but Amber's sense of humour isn't exactly the best, and Carmen's is kind of warped. Oh, and mine... don't even talk about it. Heh. So I'm not sure if this is that funny, but we'll give it a shot!

Disclaimer: We own no one but Singapore. Or do we?

It was time for the annual World Conference and a few of the nations had congregated together for a party before flying to China, the place where the World Conference would be held that year. England was complaining to a poor flight attendant about how his tea was not allowed on board, and France was pouring a large bottle of wine down his throat.

"How the hell did you smuggle that in, anyway?" England glared sullenly at France after a failed argument with the stern flight attendant who reminded him of Belarus. The intoxicated country just looked at him hazily with glazed over eyes. "Eeet eez French wine! Everyvone knows French wine eez ee best, so theey of course allow eet on board!" "Fine, whatever," England rolled his eyes and looked out of the window.

"Gimme some of your wine!" shouted Italy who was sitting on France's other side, practically grabbing the bottle from France. "Non!" snorted France. "I painstakingly smuggled this in. Get some of that vodka stuff from Russia. He has a lot, and he's asleep."

"I don't like Russia. I'm scared. GERMANY HELP!"

"Germany's in the toilet with Prussia."

"What?" Italy exclaimed in the childish voice of his. "Germany's somewhere else and he didn't take me along?"

"Quiet, I'm reading," muttered Japan, who was sitting next to him in the four seater middle row of Peace Airways, "Doitsu'll come back later."

Italy removed his seatbelt, much to the horror of the Belarus-like air stewardess and the other passengers. If Germany's going somewhere, I'm going too!

At the entrance to the toilet, he met Prussia.

"Where's Germany? I thought he was with you?" Italy asked.

Prussia looked shocked as he muttered, "Why would the awesome me be with him?"

"But...but...Japan..." Italy trailed off. "Then where is he?"

Prussia shrugged. "Germany's probably training his war tactics in first class or something. Don't worry, they'll arrest him soon. Why are you so worried about my brother?"

Italy was lost for words. "But Japan told me that he was in the toilet with you!"

Prussia sighed. "Yes, he was, but then Bruder went out." Italy looked more and more worried by the second. Prussia, looking annoyed, ignored him and pushed past Italy back to his seat, as Italy searched the toilets.

Nothing.

"Ve..." mumbled Italy. "What if he's missing?"

Deciding quickly that if Prussia wasn't going to show him, then he would go find Germany himself, Italy stumbled over to First Class,
where some very confused people were staring at him. "DOITSU!" he yelled, oblivious to everyone's stares.

Germany was nowhere to be found. He ran back to where all the other nations were sitting. "I can't find Doitsu anywhere! He's missing!"

"Chill," said France, who was reading something that looked politically incorrect. "Guys disappear! Poof!"

"HE'S MISSING!" wailed Italy.

"Somebody calm him down," muttered America, half flirting with England.

Switzerland smirked. "So, your Bruder isn't here, it seems? One less person to spoil the party." He picked up his 21' gun and fired out the window, only to hit a very annoyed Hungary who had missed the flight and was using her frying pan to get to China.

The next minute, the pan flew through the window and hit Switzerland square in the stomach.

"Ouch!" said Switzerland.

Japan groaned, looking up from his manga. "Switzerland-san! Be more civilised!"

"I WANT GERMANY!" shouted Italy.

America looked pissed.

"Someone, find Germany!" shouted Italy again. This was when America decided to put a stop to the nonsense so that he could keep flirting. He stood up, having forgotten that his seat belt was still fastened, and slammed down onto the seat.

England flew straight up, the impact of the slamming was simply too large.

So he did not tie his seatbelt.

"Ok, nations!" declared America. France snored.

The commotion brought the Belarus-like flight attendant rushing in to keep order while five rows away, the ASEAN countries watched, bemused.

"How immature they act when they're older than us," Malaysia remarked.

"It's been proven that as nations get older, they become stupider." Singapore quoted, reading his autobiography.

'Shut up, Singapore, no one wants to hear facts, especially not me," Thailand retorted.

The two passengers in front of America took off their headphones and looked rather shocked at hearing America call the nations..well, nations.

"GERMANY DOITSU!" yelled Italy again. America unbuckled his seatbelt, eyeing England's sore butt.

"So, anyway, here are your roles. I'm the hero. You're my assistant, and you, and you..." America started pointing at all the nations one by one. "Italy, where was Germany last seen?"

"Veee..."

"STOP LOOKING FOR THAT POTATO BASTARD!" yelled South Italy suddenly.

The two passengers now looked absolutely flabbergasted at hearing the countries' names.

"Quit staring, will ya? It's giving me the creeps. "America drawled, reaching forward to jam the headphones back onto one of the passengers' ears.

"WAAAAH!" Italy began crying. "Shut up, fratello! I want Doitsu! I want Doitsu!"

"I'm bleeding!" yelled Switzerland.

"Um, OK," said America. "But you're not crying, are you? Priorities!"

France snored again. "Hey, can I put a sock in his mouth?" asked China.

The air stewardess was on the verge of grabbing Switzerland's gun and shooting all of them.

"Be quiet, won't they? God, I can't fathom how much rowdier they will be tomorrow." Singapore complained to Thailand.

"OK, everyone!" yelled America, desperate.

We went to the toilet," said Prussia.

"Ooooo..." said France, who was not sleeping at all. China threw a stinky American sock at him. He choked.

"These potato brothers!" scowled South Italy. "Setting such a bad example for my poor little fratello."

"FRATELLO, SHUT UP!" wailed Italy. "VEEE!"

Belarus stared at all of the stupid nations. Why had she even agreed to be part of this? She grabbed for Switzerland's gun.

Noticing the hand come past, Switzerland and his killer instinct immediately threw it out of the window, drenching it with blood.

Belarus sighed and ran to Russia's seat, screaming all the way.

"Wa lao," Singapore swore. (1)

"Hey, you got peanuts or not? Can gimme? I want to take home," Singapore said to Thailand in broken English.

"I thought you were LEARNED! What happened to all the big words?" Thailand asked, feeling rather befuddled on board this unpredictable flight.

"Yeah, well, I got comfortable." Singapore replied nonchalantly, stealing Thailand's pack of peanuts and stuffing it into his pocket.

"Such a kiasu freak." Thailand rolled her eyes. (2)

Singapore looked infuriated. "You speak Singlish?"

"Thailand is a stickler for pre-conference research," Malaysia deadpanned.

(1) Wa Lao - A Singlish (Singaporean English) swear word, meaning something along the lines of 'Wa sai!'. Heh, no lah. Oh gosh, I'm overdoing the Singlish bit, right? It means something like 'Ugh.' Yeah. I think.

(2) Kiasu - A Hokkien adjective meaning that someone likes to take advantage of the situation, and in this case, get some freebies. (I love the peanuts on the plane! Don't you)

So, that's the translation bit for those who don't speak our Singaporean English ^^ I feel really insensitive asking for reviews, but if you have the time, review please? :D