Author's Note: Ok! Second chapter! I hope it turned out ok... I personally think that this part didn't turn out as good as I wanted it to, but eh. It's good enough. But I'll let you be the judge of that.

-stuff in here are thoughts-

Bold words are song titles, or emphasised words

Translations are at the end. Sorry if they aren't right... I used Google translator... :p

~ Teach Me Montblanc – Final Fantasy Tactics Advance ~

Canada looked really embarrassed for not noticing me, and England just looked plain nervous.

England sighed, "Well, since you heard what we said, I'm England. And this is…" He paused for a moment, "Canada."

I nodded, "Ya… I assumed that from your conversation." I leaned back in my seat for a second, and sat up straighter. "So… What do you mean that you're 'England'? Isn't England a country?" I asked tentatively.

England rubbed the back of his neck nervously, "Well… That's correct, but… I'm more like the personification of England..."

I closed my eyes for a second and mulled over what England had just told me. –Hmmmm… so if what he says is true…- I thought, -Then that means…- "So… then Canada is also the same as you, correct?"

England nodded, "Yes. There is one of us for each country in the world."

"Oh, ok!" I said cheerfully, "I get it now! So, you're England, and he's Canada. You're going to Gravesend because America left a note for you guys to meet up with him to go see something that Prussia wants to show to you."

England stared at me questioningly, "How do you know all of this?"

I shrugged and smiled. "Oh elementary, my dear Watson." I smiled sheepishly, "I simply listened to your conversation with Canada."

"….Oh…." Both said simultaneously.

Then suddenly a loud sound of a jet engine in the background made me realize that we were about to take off from the airport. I put on my seatbelt, and reminded Canada and England to do the same. We sat in silence till we climbed to a certain altitude and the plane began to cruise.

"So…" I said, breaking the silence, "England-"

"Call me Arthur Kirkland." He corrected.

"Okay… Arthur… Wait, why do you want me to call you that?" I asked, clearly confused.

"Well, we can't let our citizens know we exist. It would cause world wide chaos, not to mention we'd be treated like celebrities, and have to sign autographs, and make public speeches…" He shuddered. "It's best that no one knows that we exist or who we really are. It just makes life simpler that way."

"I guess…" I mumbled. "So… now that I know who you guys are… You aren't gonna kidnap me, lock me in a dark room, feed me disgusting food, and/or torture me, are you?" I started to panic.

"N-no! We would never do something like that, eh?" Canada said, trying to reassure me.

"Yes, we wouldn't do that. Plus, locking you in a dark room and feeding you disgusting food would be considered cruel and unusual punishment." Arthur nodded in aggrement.

"Though we might-OOF!"

Arthur struggled as Canada put his hand on his mouth. "S-sorry!" Canada stammered. "MFGEF YOR PHANF OPH MY MOUF!" England retorted.

"Uh, Canada-" I started to say,

"Matthew Williams." Canada corrected politely.

"Ok... Matthew, Ignoring Arthur's last statement, the thing that Prussia wanted to show you guys… Where is the location?" I asked, merely curious about the subject.

Matthew, letting go of Arthur, took out a note with some sloppy handwriting on it. "This is the note that America, or Alfred F. Jones, left us." He turned it over and looked at what was on the back. "He told us to meet him at the Tilbury Docks…"

Now this was starting to pique my interest. "The docks?" I asked. "What time did he say to meet him there?"

Matthew took a glance down at the note, "It says… Three Forty-five P.M."

Then I suddenly realized, "We're bound for the same place…" I said in a barely audible tone.

"We are?" Arthur asked.

"Ya." I replied. "My family got this invitation to go on a cruise with this new cruise line… I think it was called… 'Awesome Cruise Lines'? Ya, something like that." –Not a very original name… Not to mention it also sounds stupid.- I chuckled inwardly to myself.

Arthur sighed and face palmed. "Sounds just like Gilbert to come up with a stupid name like that."

"Gilbert? Who's that?" I asked.

"Prussia. Gilbert Beilschmidt is his full human name." replied Arthur, "He did say something about doing something new this year…"

Matthew nodded, "Ya. I was talking to him last October, and he told me that he had something 'awesome' planed for summer. I wonder if this is what he was talking about, eh?"

"Maybe…" I sighed.

We stopped our conversation as a fight attendant came by with some peanuts, pretzels, and some meals of pasta or curry rice.

"What would you like to have?" She asked all three of us.

"I'll have curry rice and some ginger ale if you have any." I said nonchalantly.

"Of course." The attendant said in reply.

"I'll get some pasta and Coca-cola then." Matthew said quietly.

"Then I'll have some bee-" Arthur froze, and took a glance over at me. "I mean… I'll just have what she's having…"

After giving us our drinks and snacks, she left us, to attend to the next row of passengers. I looked at the can of ginger ale and snickered. –Huh… Canada Dry… Never really notice things like that till now…- I smiled to myself and tied my hair up so it wouldn't get in the way of me eating. As I opened my meal of curry rice, I noticed Arthur and Matthew staring at me.

"Huh? What is it you guys?" I asked, feeling a bit uncomfortable under their stares.

"O-oh… um…" Matthew stammered, "Y-you just look like someone we know, that's all."

"Ya. Especially with your hair tied up like that." Arthur nodded in agreement. "You could be related. Are you Chinese by any chance?"

I looked at them quizzically, "Ya… why do you ask?"

"Wow…" Matthew breathed, "You two are really do look alike! Though… The only difference is you're a girl, and he's a guy…"

"What?" I asked, still utterly confused. "What are you guys talking about? Who do I look like?"

Arthur looked over at me and shrugged. "Well, you look a lot like China… or Wang Yao, that's his human name."

"Oh…." I said, as I finally understood what they were talking about. –Well, it makes sense cuz I am Chinese, and…my middle name is Wang. But ya…- I chuckled to myself, -maybe we are related... If it's even possible for humans and countries to be related.-

"Anyways…" I said as I took a big gulp of ginger ale, "Why were you guys in America anyways? And why leaving at the San Francisco Airport? Your destination would have been much closer if you were in D.C, and it would have been most likely, in my opinion, that Ameri- I mean Alfred would live on the east coast where all the governmental stuff is." Arthur nodded. "Ya, he does spend most of his time in the east coast of his country…"

He paused.

"But for some reason, he asked me and Matthew to go and meet him in San Francisco to go spend some time together." Arthur let out a sigh and looked depressed. "But then he ditches us, and tells us to go halfway around the world just to do something else, the bloody wanker…" Matthew leaned over and whispered, "He was looking forward to spending time with Al… He hasn't done that in quite a while, and ever since the revolutionary war, they haven't been spending much time together, except at world meetings and once in a while. He really misses him even though he doesn't admit it." Matthew took a worried glance at the still depressed Arthur. "It doesn't help that yesterday was-"

"The 4th of July?" I asked, keeping my voice low.

"Ya… he's like this every year, but this year is worse than the other ones, because Al's being an idiot like usual." Matthew sighed, and we both took a sip from our drinks.

"H-hey! Arthur!" I said, trying to get the British nation's attention.

"What is it?" He replied in a despondent tone.

–Oh… What should I do? What should I say? I wanted to try and cheer him up, but I've got no clue what to say!- I thought, starting to panic. "U-ummmm…" I stuttered, "W-what's vodka made of?"

-Awkward Silence -

"Ugh." Arthur groaned, "If you want to talk about vodka, then go ask Russia, not me."

–Stupid!- I mentally slapped myself. –Of course he wouldn't know! I just asked a question off the top of my head! But… Seriously, what's the stuff made of…?-

I sighed, and decided to shut my mouth to prevent me from saying any other stupid things. –Me and my big mouth…- I thought to myself as I leaned against my chair, and closed my eyes. –We'll be arriving in Gravesend at around eight in the morning…- I yawned and got myself as comfortable as I could. –I suppose I might as well catch up… on my…sleep…-

~ Changing Seasons - Persona 3 ~

I awoke to the loud sound of jet engines preparing for landing, and a gentle hand shaking me awake. I opened my eyes, stretched, and yawned.

"Goodmorning…"

"Huh?" I said turning around. "Oh!" I smiled as I saw my new Canadian friend. "Matthew, good morning!" he smiled, "You should get your things ready, we're preparing to land in Gravesend."

"Oh, ok!" I blinked, and got all of my belongings in order, and fixed my seatbelt as Matthew tried to wake Arthur.

Once we had landed, and were clear to leave the aircraft, I got up with all of my belongings and walked out of the plane with Matthew and Arthur.

"So…" I yawned, "I guess this is goodbye for now."

Matthew and Arthur turned around and looked quizzically at me. "I expected you to come with us..." Arthur said, looking a bit surprised. "Don't you like our company?" asked Matthew.

I nodded and smiled, "Ya, I do. But my parents would never allow it!" I laughed. "But it's not like we aren't going to see each other again. We're in the same boat ya know? Literally!"

Arthur chuckled. "Yes, yes. That is true. So, we'll be seeing each other soon?" I smiled, "Defiantly." I started to wave goodbye to Arthur and Matthew, when I felt someone put their arms around my waist from behind.

"Ohonhonhonhon~ La Chine~ Il a été un moment depuis longtemps je ne t'ai vu!" a voice whispered… uh, was that French? In my ear.

"Eh?" was my only reply, and I tensed up as I felt a pair of hands go from my waist to my chest.

"EEP!" I squeaked.

"Hm? Um… La Chine… Depuis quand avez-vous avoir des seins?" The hands left my chest, and they turned me around to face the person who had been groping me just a few moments before. He was about the same height as Arthur, with shoulder-length blond hair kind of like Matthew's, blue eyes, and a slight amount of facial hair on his chin.

"Oh... vous n'êtes pas la Chine... " He said sounding disapointed.

"France, you bloody frog!" Arthur yelled as he ran over with Matthew not far behind.

"Ah, Angleterre ~! It's good to see you mon ami!" the man, who was apparently France, replied happily and let go of me.

"I am NOT your friend!" Arthur growled. "And first off, why are you here, and what did you do to her?"

France laughed and smirked, "Well, it just so happens that La Prusse invited moi to go and work on his new ocean liner!"

"Now that's just dandy." Arthur glared at France, "But what did you do to her?"

"Oh?" France said, feigning ignorance, "I just merely mistook her for La Chine, and greeted her accordingly~"

"Greeted her?" Arthur fumed, "More like you molested her! Lay another hand on her fanny, and I'll shove a harpoon up your arse!"

"Ohonhonhonhon... No need to be jealous mon cher ~ There's plenty of love here for you too~!" France said with a wink.

"W-why you! You bloody frog!" Arthur yelled. His face was red, but I couldn't tell whether it was from anger, or something else...

Meanwhile, as they were bickering, Matthew was trying to calm me down from my traumatic experience.

"Um... Are you ok?" Matthew asked, looking very concerned.

"P-p-p-p-p-p-p-p..." I stuttered, still shivering.

"Eh?" Arthur and France stopped fighting, and looked in my direction.

"P-P-P-P-PERVERT! PEDO! RAPIST! DRUGGIE! ZOMBIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

"Huh?"

I screamed bloody murder, lifted up my suitcase, hit France as hard as I could, and kneed him in the balls.

"URGH!" France groaned and fell to the ground in pain. "L-la Chine... Vous durement touchés... " He groaned before passing out.

Arthur and Matthew looked over at me warily. "Zombies?" They asked simultaneously .

"Y-ya..." I stuttered, "Zombies..."

Author's Note: Ya... Zombies... Hate 'em... *shiver*

La Chine (French) - China

Il a été un moment depuis longtemps je ne t'ai vu! (French) - It has been a long time since I last saw you!

Depuis quand avez-vous avoir des seins? (French) - Since when did you have breasts?

vous n'êtes pas la Chine... (French) - You're not China...

Angleterre (French) - England

mon ami (French) - My friend

La Prusse (French) - Prussia

moi (French) - Me

Vous durement touchés... (French) - You hit hard...

Wow... everything's in French... But then again... We've only got Canada, England, and France. So... guess it's not surprising. :p

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