France's POV
"Slap him."
"I am not slapping our best friend, Prussia."
"Yeesh, Francis, I didn't say hurt the man, just give him a much-needed slap to wake him up."
I bent down to Spain, who fast asleep on an airport chair, when we had approximately two seconds to get on the plane. Lovingly- no just kidding, more like in frustration- I slapped him in the cheek to get him going.
Spain is a very cheery person, but not in the waking hours. No, really 5 am should not be considered a "waking hour". But today it was more like rush hour. Spain wasn't feeling it, however.
"What was that for, amigo?" he grumbled, rubbing his cheek. "It's still dark out."
"We're at the airport, remember?" Prussia said impatiently. His hair was actually a little messy because he was still tired, and Gilbird, his pet chick, was asleep on his head. I, however, looked fabulous as always. It seems it is always up to France to lead the world in fashion.
"Oh yeah." Spain managed a smile. Suddenly, his energy seemed to return and his eyes lit up. "Oh yeah! On the road again! It's been forever since we had a road trip!" He started doing this little Spanish happy dance until someone behind him in line pushed him with a grouchy, "Move it!"
"Lo siento, lo siento*!" Spain cried out in embarrassment, hands in the air. "Voy, voy*!" We strode onto the plane like the professionals we're not and sat down in one of the aisles, Gilbird (who had been woken up by Spain) chirping along behind us. A beautiful stewardess- I mean a true masterpiece, trés magnifique*, served us coffee. Since you probably know the drill of flying, I won't go through it all, we just slept and it was really boring. If you don't know the drill, you might find out sooner or later….
…."Welcome to New York!" Spain shouted, jolting me awake from a perfectly good sleep. His face was ever cheerful, what happened to being so sleepy earlier? "We just landed!"
"Brilliant deduction, Sherlock," Prussia muttered, running his fingers through his hair. I would say his eyes were bloodshot, but that's hard to tell seeing as he has red eyes. We stood up and stretched- as much as one can stretched in such cramped quarters. I believe we ought to demand that airplanes start being made more roomy and accommodating. Or maybe all the airline workers could go on strike until the manufacturing company fixes things, that's what we do in la Belle France*.
We looked around in awe at the skyscrapers lining the city. The Statue of Liberty stood tall and proud in New York Harbor, a gift from me to young Amerique*. It's no Paris, but I must admit, the American builders must have had some French inspiration, because it looked quite beautiful.
"Hey we can wreak havoc in the Empire State building!" Prussia exclaimed, getting all excited like a little kid. "It'll be like Elf!" Now that sounded fun. After all, what are best friends for if you can't make trouble together?
(P.S. Spanish words- "Lo siento" means "I am sorry", "Amigo" means "friend", and "Voy, voy!" means "I'm going, I'm going!" As for the French words, "La Belle France" means "The beautiful France", "Trés Magnifique" means "very beautiful", and "Amerique" means America. (: )
