Chapter Three

As the Representatives boarded the plane, they didn't notice each other get on the same plane.

"I hope I do not have window-seat," Kiku mumbled. "My belly hurts. Especially when I fly."

"I hope I don't have to sit next to that Dummkopf Italian," Ludwig mumbled.

"I hope I no sit next to stupid American," May-Ling mumbled.

"Dude, I can't wait! I'm stoked!" Alfred couldn't contain his excitement as he rolled his suitcase behind him.

"I hope I remember to use the bathroom before we take off!" Feliciano chuckled.

"Zis is going to be awesome!" Gilbert laughed with his other two friends. He had managed to patch up his forehead with a bandage, with people none-the-wiser.

Arthur had a big, black cloud hanging over his head. He was forced to come with them. "Curse you, stars…" he mumbled. "You mock my pain…" His forehead was patched up, as well.

When Feliciano got to his assigned seat, he smiled at the angry Ludwig.

"Uh…" Ludwig tried to think of an excuse. "It's taken…"

"Sure it is!" the Italian sat down next to the German.

"Nein!" Ludwig grew angry.

The Italian proceeded to tell the German all about how the crazy people in the airport had confused him and tried to make him leave.

"I don't blame zem," Ludwig massaged between his eyes, above his nose. He was getting a headache.

"Oh, no!" Feliciano stood up. Ludwig looked up at him. "I forgot mya suitcase! What am I going to do?! STOP THE PLANE!"

"Nein!" Ludwig pulled him back down into his seat. "Relax. Are you looking for zis?"

He pointed to the suitcase above them in the rack. Feliciano looked up and smiled at him. "Gratzi!" He sat back down. "I don'ta know what I would've done if you weren't looking out for me. Gratzi, friend!"

Ludwig was surprised at his reaction. He didn't zink I stole it? "Vell, you vould've left it…"

The Italian proceeded to tell him his life story, and Ludwig had no choice but to listen to him. "Oh, gratzi for taking the window-seat!"

Ludwig looked at him. Was this guy crazy? Who didn't want the window-seat? "Zis is my assigned seat, anyvay…"

"Oh, I know. I just wanted to say gratzi for taking my luggage! Otherwise, I would've have been an airhead and left it at the crazy airport! And I had to talk to that weird ticket man."

"You're veird…" Ludwig mumbled as he turned to look out the window.

"Dude, this is gonna be totally awesome!" Alfred rushed down the aisle, trying to find his seat. He had to avoid some outstretched feet and squeeze by people. He accidentally pushed Kiku into his seat, face-first. "Sorry, Dude!" he called back. He ran so far, that he had to backtrack to his seat and passed by Kiku again, pushing him back down. Kiku was losing his patience and glared at him.

"Great…" Ludwig mumbled as Feliciano continued to tell him all about Italy. "I'm surrounded by another Dummkopf…"

Alfred lifted his suitcase to put it into the rack, but it got stuck. "Aw, man. What's next?"

Suddenly, someone slammed the rack door shut, fitting the case into the rack (and also solving the problem).

"Oh, thanks, man-" Alfred stopped as he looked up to see the smiling Russian from before.

"ACCKKK!" Alfred jumped back in surprise. "How-how did you get on the plane?!"

Ivan just continued smiling and sat across the aisle from him.

"Great," the American mumbled, as he sat down. "At least I get the window seat! HAHAHA!"

May-Ling stopped in front of her assigned seat number, and frowned. "Oh….no…not you…"

"Oh, hey!" Alfred said to her. "We can be Buddies!"

"Aiya…" she mumbled and tried to open the rack, but it was jammed. She tried harder, but couldn't open it.

"Huh? What's up, Man?" asked the American, oblivious to the fact.

"I will helping, da?" Ivan got up out of his seat, and May-Ling stepped to the side. This man was creepy and she didn't want to accidentally touch him.

The Russian grabbed the handle of the rack case, and pulled, causing it to open and spill Alfred's contents of his case on the aisle. He didn't realize that the rack's door had come off and that he held it in his hand.

"Spom?" asked the Chinese woman. "And snackers?"

"Hey! My snacks!" the American took off his seat belt and rushed to his horde to rescue it from the Russians and Chinese. "Hands off!" He picked them up and threw them back into the rack case. He reached to close the door, but just felt thin air, and then just realized the rack no longer had a door to close…

The Chinese and American looked at each other, then at the Russian, who just stood there, smiling. Ivan still held the door in his hand. The three of them stood in silence and awe. Alfred finally broke the silence, "I'm not paying for that. Besides, I still owe you guys money..." :/

"There you going," Ivan handed the door to Alfred, who was so dumbfounded that he took it.

"HAHAHA!" the American laughed as he threw the door into the rack and sat back down.

"Aiya…" May-Ling put her case on the other side, across from the broken rack case, above the Russian. "Maybe we switch?" she asked him, in a whisper, gesturing and hoping he would sit next to the crazy American, instead.

Ivan shook his head and May-Ling slumped down next to Alfred. He smiled at her, and she looked away.

"Whatever," she complained. "Just don't touch me…"

"Ok, sure thing, Dude!" he smiled wide and stupid.

She looked at him for a moment, then asked, "why you so stupid?"

"Cuz I can be…"

"Welcome, Folks," the Captain spoke to them from the front of the aisle. He held an intercom in his hand and spoke into it. "I want to thank you for choosing Airspace and wish you a happy flight…"

"Like we had choice," May-Ling whispered, more to herself, but Alfred thought she was talking to him and started to laugh.

The Captain continued, "My name is John Hancock and I will be your Captain for this afternoon! Sit back and relax, I've done this a hundred times. This will be one hundred and one!" He smiled and chuckled and closed the cockpit door behind him. The female flight attendants smiled and went behind a curtain.

"Haha," Alfred laughed. "His name is John Hancock? That's funny!" Alfred looked out the window and May-Ling ignored him as she put some music on and closed her eyes.

"What are we doing again?" asked Arthur. He sat, to his dismay, next to the Frenchman.

Across the aisle, and from the window-seat, the insane German answered, "Ze awesome Challenge…"

Arthur rolled his eyes and leaned back against his seat. "I'm going to go insane, just like him."

"No, no, no," the Frenchman reassured him. "He's not insane. He's a genius. And he's gorgeous…" he glanced over at the Prussian with dreamy eyes.

Antonio just happened to glance over at Francis, and saw him giving him doe-eyes (or at least he thought it was directed to him). He pointed to himself, and mouthed, "me?"

Francis blinked out of it and continued to talk to the Englishman, who was ignoring him.

The Spaniard shrugged, in disappointment, and also waved it off. He picked up a magazine about planes and ordered a glass of wine.

"Oh, really?" he asked the magazine advertisement, out loud.

Gilbert turned his head to look at him.

"Wow…" Antonio continued this same sentence for a while, while looking at the magazine. He swished the wine in his glass around.

Gilbert rolled his eyes and turned back to look out the window. "Vhatever…" he thought everyone except him was insane. He then ordered a beer.

"Oh, well, since we 'are ordering the 'ard stuff," Francis commented, "I will 'ave ze wine, too!"

"I'll take-" The British man started, but the Prussian interrupted him.

"NEIN!" he shouted across the aisle. The waitress hesitated and looked at him.

"What the 'ell?" Arthur asked him. "I want a drink!"

"Only awesome people can drink!" he smirked.

"That's outrageous!" Arthur stood up in protest.

"I'm on strike, too!" Francis stood up next to him.

Arthur looked at him, both in surprise and disgust. "What do you want, Frog?"

"You want a drink? I understand you, Britain…" Francis teased him, as he patted him on the shoulder.

"Unhand me, Frog-face! I demand to be treated like one of the team!"

The Prussian, Frenchman, and Spaniard all looked at him.

Gilbert smirked. "Glad you see it mine vay!" He stood up, too.

Antonio, feeling left out, stood up, too. Now they all were standing, and everyone was staring at them.

Gilbert turned to look at the rest of the people staring at them. He smiled and they all looked away. They probably thought he was weird. He turned back to Arthur, "you can have your ale…but beer is bezer und more awesome…"

Arthur sighed as he looked out the window. Bloody 'ell…he thought. We're still at the airport…or did we land? Oh, Bob's your uncle, I don't even know what I'm doing 'ere!"

The plane took off smoothly and everyone tried to focus on something to keep themselves busy. But Feliciano forgot to go to the bathroom…he screamed something about being afraid of heights and throwing up as they took off. Kiku gripped the arms of his seat, tightly, and mumbled something about swearing to never fly again. This would be a long trip.