A/N So! I finally got around to writing the second chapter! I'm really sorry it took so long and I'll try to update more regularly in the future. Enjoy!

–MoreOf~EVERYTHING

As America floated up out of his seat, he slowly turned around in the antigravity of space. Before he had completed a 180 degree turn, he saw England, France, Germany, Italy, Japan, China, and Russia hovering in front of him. He was, for once, speechless.

"What the hell all you guys doing here?!" He shouted after a moment's silence. They all began babbling at once, except for Russia who was was just floating there... mennacingly.

They all continued to yell over one another until Germany silenced them all by slamming his fist aginst the wall. "We are here," he explained, "because of England."

"England?" America inquired.

"Well, you see..." the Brit began, "You were being so secretive, and you hadn't come to a meeting in almost a year. We were beginning to think that you were planning something... unsavory. So I decided I would come and scope things out. The reason everyone else came along completely eludes me."

France picked up the story from there. "I followed him because I thought he had said something about a ballroom dance program... I thought I might be able to meet a few girls and–"

"How the bloody hell did you deduce that from what I said?! I said SPACE PROGRAM, not DANCE PROGRAM you git!" England and France were soon spinning around in an age-old wrestling match made more enjoyable by the fact that it was now in space. Adding the suffix "In Space" to anything, even two old men fighting over nothing can make the even seem more exciting.

Italy, who had finally seemed to get the hang of anti-grav, waved his arms emphatically as he told his portion of the story. "I heard big brother France talking about meeting pretty ladies, and I wanted to go see, so me and Germany tagged along behind him!" Germany, looking embarrassed, added that he had also been planning on meeting girls that day.

Japan, looking docile as usual, but with just a hint of smugness, gave his reason next. "I also heard about the secretive space program. I came with the intent to steal some technology, but the plan seems to have backfired. You're technology has now stolen me." This joke wasn't laughed at. It wasn't funny, and it only ellicited a few strange looks from the other countries.

After an awkward silence, China was the next to offer his explanation. "I making sure you weren't planning on using any of this stuff to attack me with." He was being parranoid, as usual.

"Well," America said, turning to Russia. "what's your story?"

"Oh nothing, really." Russia answered. "I just wanted to go on the rocketship ride." Everyone gave him a strange stare.

America, seeming to have come to terms with his situation, strapped himself back into his captain's chair and was now studying the various knobs and gadgets that made up the control pannel. "It's too late to turn back now," he said after a moment, "it looks like were're all stuck in this tin can until we land."

England, surprised and worried by America's serious tone ventured to ask, "And where exactly ARE we landing?"

America had been waiting for this question. He slipped on a pair of sunglasses he had stored in the glove compartment (yes, all rocketships have them) and turned to look back at the group. He stared at them for a moment and said in the coolest voice he could summon, "Dunno."

He then turned back around, and punched the exelorator. As he did, the Earth shrank completely out of view and their adventure was underway.

End of chapter 2

A/N A crappy finnish 'cause I'm lazy! Rate and review blah blah blah... THANKS!