*Gilbert's POV*

Sunday, June 7, 2015; XX:XXam. Somewhere in the air.

I successfully 'kidnapped' Matthew Williams today. At least, that's what he called it. Currently, we are on the plane flying back to Berlin. I would check the time, but I forgot my phone in Canada because Matthew made me forget. Nah, he's too awesome for it to be his fault. Well, I would ask him the time, but he's sleeping right now, and I don't want to wake him. He just fell asleep! It only took him eight hours! I can't blame him for that either though because he's apparently afraid of flying.

The more time that passes, the sooner we get to the meeting, and really, I'm kind of nervous. How will everyone else react to a new personification now? The last one we got was around twenty years ago... That meeting wasn't a fun one. We don't even know what country Matthew's the personification of anyway. He could be a micronation like that sea-kid for all I know. What if they don't like him? Wait... that's impossible – how can anyone not like Mattie?

I know I've written while on a plane before, but it seems to be getting more difficult for me. Maybe because I'm getting old. HA! I'm too awesome to be getting old! Like that will stop me any time soon. I mean, look at China! Nah, it's probably because Mattie is CLINGING TO MY ARM! He has been doing this for the entire flight, and I must say, although it is getting a bit uncomfortable, it is a vast improvement from him killing my hand. But really though, I need to pee.

Wait, I think we're landing soon, I should end this off quickly because I am not looking forward to waking Matthew up. He put up such a big fight earlier. And that was just his attempts at stopping me from buying him a drink!

Goodbye my awesome diary.

Gilbert Beilschmidt

I put my awesome diary inside my jacket for the time being.

"Ladies and gentlemen," the flight attendant, I believe her name is Alexis, announces, "we will be making our descent in about five minutes, please make sure your seat belts and tray tables are in their full upright position." I put up my table. "Make sure your seat belt is securely fastened and all carry-on luggage is placed underneath the seat in front of you or in the overhead bins. Thank you."

When Alexis steps down, I decide to wake Matthew up. I shake his arm gently.

"Mattie, wake up," I try to coax him into waking up.

No reply.

"Mattie~"

This time, I got a reaction. He smushes his face into my arm to block the light from getting in his eyes. I sigh, this is going to be difficult – he's so cute when he did that! ...In an awesome way of course…

"Matthew," I tried to be serious, but I don't think it worked, it just resulted in my arm being crushed a bit more. "The plane is landing."

Why is he doing this to me?

I try thinking of another way to wake him up, while Alexis walks down the aisle, checking that everything is in order. I'm repeatedly poking Matthew's shoulder to wake him, when Alexis stops at our row.

"Aw, you two are so cute," she starts, "but if you could, can you please wake your boyfriend up, it would be pre-"

"I'm not his boyfriend!" Matthew jolted awake and his face was flushed a deep red.

"O-oh," the flight attendant was recovering from the shock of Matthew's quiet shout, he hand on her chest. "I'm sorry, I didn't know…"

"Nah, it's fine," I reassure her. "Thank you for waking him up though."

She didn't say anything after that, she just walked away in a rush, embarrassed.

"Gilbert, what's going on?" Matthew was rubbing his eyes, probably from the light.

"The plane is landing soon, and before you do anything else, I would like my arm back."

"No."

"You know, for someone who was so quick to say we aren't together, you sure are clingy," I let out my signature laugh after seeing the blond flush further. He still didn't let go of my arm though. It's not like I'm complaining or anything though.

The conversation ended at that, and soon, the plane was safely on the ground. I nearly had to sit on Matthew to prevent him from running off the plane as soon as he possibly could. Luckily he stopped his struggling as soon as I threatened that.

The second Matthew made it into the airport, he spun around like one of those awesome Disney princesses.

Don't judge! Those movies are amazing!

Anyway, I had to cut his small celebration of being alive short because we were running late. I know what you're thinking: 'The awesome Prussia, late? Oh my, how could that be? He's much too awesome to be running late for anything!' Or maybe you're like West and you're thinking: 'I'm so disappointed in you, your awesomeness."

"Mattie!" he turned around to look at me for the first time since we landed. "We're late, we need to leave now. You can finish your 'I can't believe I'm alive' celebration later."

"Alright…" his doubts are still clearly written on his face, but I am sure to fix that while we are still in Germany.


A/N: Hi, so yeah, I'm not dead. I greatly apologize for the extremely long wait I put you through. I know that this chapter is very short, and half-assed, but you all know how stressful school can be, and I was assigned three projects to complete for winter break. On another note, the Holidays are here! I really wanted to publish something before Christmas (or at least before 2015 ended), so that may be part of the reason why this may seem a bit rushed.

Happy Holidays to you all, and if I don't publish anything before December 31st, happy New Year!