Hello, everyone! I work like to announce that I have a new story called 'From the Ocean, With Love' so if you like this story you should check out that one. Also, I was in a predicament where I accidently put myself in a stalemate with the last chapter. (Somehow I figured it out if I posted this chapter). Enjoy!

It is a week after the world meeting. Luna was quite happy about seeing Germany at the meeting but when they went out to eat,Germany seemed to be paying more attention to Italy. It would also have been fine if Germany didn't get mad at her. It wasn't her fault that she 'tripped' and her gelato 'fell' on Italy. Because of that, Italy had to wear gelato shirt for the rest of the meeting but Italy wasn't Luna. But because this was a week ago, let's forget about it. So this week, Luna was told to check the mail for Italy and Romano. After going through like 7 letters of bills, she found something interesting. She decided to open the interesting-looking letter. She pulled it out and tried to read it. She mentally cursed herself because she couldn't read it because it was too sloppy and she only learned to read German so any other language is out of the question unless she knew the language like Italian, English, and Latin. Fortunately, it was English but she still couldn't read it because it was sloppy.

"Feli!" Luna called.

"Si, piccola bambina?" Luna twitched slightly but ignored the 'endearing' term. She walked into the kitchen where Italy was sitting at the kitchen table.

"What does this say?" Luna handed the letter over to Italy. Italy 've~'ed then started reading the letter. Then he frowned.

"It's from America," Italy said.

"Okay, what does the rest of it say?"

"Um, I actually can't read English."

"Don't you know Italian? Use that alphabet to guess!"

"Ma non lo sai italiana?" Italy asked Luna.

"Si?"ou

"E non lo sai tedesco e come leggerlo?"

"Si?"

"Then you can translate it," Italy said as he leaned back in the chair.

"But fratello," Luna whined as she sat down, "the letter isn't legible!"

"Yes, it is."

"No, it isn't."

"Yes, it is."

"No, it isn't."

"Sì, lo è!"

"No, non lo è!"

"Just give me the damn letter!" Both Luna and Italy turned to see Romano standing at the door. Luna grabbed the letter then handed Romano. He snatched it out of her hand, "Can't get any fuckin' peace around here…" Romano mumbled, "It says that we're invited to a beach party at America's house. If we're invited, that most likely means that he's inviting most of Europe and half of Asia."

"Are we going, fratello?" Italy asked.

"Nope," Romano said.

"Why?" Romano pointed at Luna.

"She still wearing a cast," Luna looked down to her left leg.

"I actually forgot about it because I have been running around," Luna said.

"I guess that means that we can go get it taken off," Italy said, "then we can go?"

"That's if she can get it taken off," Romano said.

"So let's get it taken off right now!" Luna said, jumped up from the table.

"Yeah, let's do it!" Italy said, also jumping up from the table.

"Whoa, idiota, we can't just go to the hospital and request for them to take off Luna's cast."

"Yuh-huh, if I can prove that I can walk and run and other stuff," Luna whined.

"Fine," Romano said as he turned around to leave, "Veneziano, you're paying for the whole thing."

"Ve~ Okay!" Italy said happily.

"Let's go, Feli!" Luna said.

"How the hell," Romano said, "did this happen?"

"Just admit that you're wrong, große fratello," Luna said as she crossed her arms. Romano glared at Luna.

"Never, 'piccola bambina'," This caused Luna to glared at Romano. Romano turned to Italy, "What happen?"

"Ve~ What happened was-"

"What happened was," Luna interrupted, "that the doctor said my leg was 'miraculously' completely healed. So they took off the cast. Now I can walk and run and clean the stupid thing!" Luna started running around the house very happily.

"Stop running around before you break your leg again," Romano yelled. Luna immediately stopped running.

"So are we going to buy beach supplies?" Luna asked.

"Ve~ And a plane ticket?" Romano sighed.

"Fine, fine, I'll buy the damn ticket, but you," Romano said pointing at Italy, "Have to buy the swimsuits and other stuff."

"Ve~ Okay! Let's go, Luna!" Both of them ran out of the door.

"It's like those two are on a sugar high…" Romano mumbled to himself.

Romano booked a flight not even a few days later to New York, where America lived. This was the first time Luna ever flew on a plane so naturally she was a little scared.

"Riding a plane is fun, sorellina," Italy said, "Especially because we sit in first class and watch movies and stuff like that."

"I hate airplanes," Romano said as grabbed the suitcases to check them in.

"Why, große fratello?" Luna asked as Italy picked her up. Romano gritted his teeth.

"Because you have to sit in closed quarters for hours with fake oxygen-"

"I don't think oxygen can be fake," Luna said while interrupting Romano.

"It's not fresh air! And not only that, the bathrooms are filthy, you have to sit with people you don't know, and if they're making noise, you have to listen to them…I hate it." Romano grabbed their carry-ons and started walking to the terminals.

"Don't listen to fratello, sorellina," Italy said, trying to both catch up with Romano and not drop Luna from his arms, "You'll love airplanes. Trust me."

"Okay, fratello," Luna sighed. When they arrived at their terminal, they realize that it was time to board the plane. They immediately got in line and waited for the lady at the ticket counter to call their ticket number. Then suddenly, a ringtone to the beat of 'The Delicious Tomato Song' went off. Romano immediately pulled out his phone.

"What the hell do you want?" he asked immediately as he answered the call. "What do mean 'what did I do'? I'm about to board a plane, dammit!" Italy and Luna both looked at Romano as he had his conversation. Italy grabbed the tickets from Romano when they were called and handed it to the lady. Then they walked down the long hallway to the plane. Their seats happened to the first few in the plane. After they found their seat, Luna started to gape at it.

"Whoa, fratello! These seats are huge! Molto grande!" Luna yelled, extending her arms.

"Si, sorellina, it is very big but I'm used to it." Luna nodded then sat in the aisle seat next to Italy, who had the window seat, but as soon as she sat down, Luna started trembling in the seat. Italy noticed this and placed his hand on Luna's shoulder. "Are you okay?"

"Are you sure that I will be fine?" Luna asked. Italy turned to her and fastened her seatbelt.

"You'll be fine, sorellina," Italy said as he patted her head. Luna nodded but still clenched onto the seat. "Fratello!" Romano was sitting in the aisle seat across the aisle and was still on the phone. Romano covered the phone and looked at Italy.

"What?"

"We're going to take off soon."

"Okay, okay," Romano said, waving off Italy, "Hey, I have to get off the phone…Because we're about to take off, bastard! Goodbye!" Romano turned away from the other two and mumbled, "Yeah, I love you too." He placed the phone back in his pocket and turn back to see Luna staring at him. "What?"

"Il tuo viso è rosso come un pomodoro," Luna said, smirking.

"Shut up," Romano said. Luna snickered until the pilot over the intercom said that they were about to take off. Luna clenched onto the seat again. Then the plane started to move onto the runway. The flight attendants did their normal emergency procedure before the plane took off. After everyone was sitting down and the seatbelts were checked, the pilot was ready for takeoff. After 5 minutes, the plane started going really fast and lifted from the ground. Luna calmed down a little bit once they were in the air but was still clenching very hard onto the chair to the point of her hands turning red. Then Luna decided to close her eyes. After ten minutes, the seat belt light was turned out and they were allowed to use electronic devices.

"Sorellina," Italy said. Luna opened one her eyes.

"Yes?"

"It's safe for us to walk around the cabin."

"I'm good," Luna said. Romano turned to Luna.

"Luna, people ride airplanes all the time. I think it's safe," Romano said, "Even if it wasn't, do you think we would bring you on this plane?"

"Sto prendendo come un compliment," Luna said when she turned to Romano.

"Shut up," Romano deadpanned which caused Luna to laugh, "Are you better now?"

"Yes. Thank you, große fratello."

"Don't mention it. And also, stop code-switching!"

"But that's the only way I can say 'older big brother'!"

"Then use 'fratello maggiore'! Use one language at a time!"

"But it's too long and you know the meaning regardless," Luna reasoned.

"I don't care. Stop doing it before you make a new language," Romano sighed, "This is going to be a long flight…"

"Well, it is going to be a 9 hour flight," Italy said. Romano glared.

Because this was a noon flight, they were offered a lunch. A flight attendant then walked up to the three. She had black, long hair pulled into a ponytail, olive skin, and eerie aqua green eyes similar to Luna's, and she was also wearing glasses and her uniform.

"Would you like to have your complimentary meal now, sir?" The woman asked Italy.

"Yes, please!" Italy said happily. Then the lady turned to Luna and squatted to her height.

"Would you like to eat, too?" The lady asked with a really strange smile. Luna instantly did not like her.

"Yes, thank you," Luna said coldly. The lady's smile changed to frown and back in a split second.

"Ha, ha, she's so well-behaved, sir!" The lady said to Italy as she patted Luna's head.

"Placere non tangere me," Luna mumbled. The woman stopped patting her head.

"And she's such a beautiful little girl," the woman said happily, "Probably a trait she gets from her mother," the last part she mumbled. Luna heard this and looked up at the woman to see her matching green eyes flashed. The woman smiled then walked over to Romano. Luna gave her a skeptical look and tried to ignore her. They later got their food (which was actually a lot compared to what Luna normally ate) and some drinks.

"Fratello," Luna whined, "I'm tired." Italy looked at Luna.

"Ve~ I guess it is time for afternoon siesta…"

"Already on it," Romano said, reclining the seat close to the full 180. Italy pressed a help button and waited for a flight attendant to show up. Then a lady who was not the first one came.

"Ma'am, can we have 3 blankets and pillows?" The woman nodded, left, then came back with the items. "Grazie!" The woman nodded then walked away. Italy then gave a blanket and pillow to Luna who gave it to Romano then Italy gave another blanket and pillow to Luna. Then Luna reclined the chair to the full 180, adjusted her pillow, and lie down. Luna then immediately fell asleep.

"This is your pilot speaking. We will be landing in the JFK airport in New York in about an hour." Luna was half awake when she heard this. Then she turned to Italy who was wide awake and looked at her.

"Buona sera, sorellina," Italy said.

"Guten Abend, fratello," Luna yawned then pulled the chair up. Then she stood up, stretched, and then sat back down. Luna then turned to Romano who was watching something on his personal television. "What are you watching, große fratello?" Romano removed one side of his headphones.

"None of your business," Romano said and replaced the headphone.

"What's wrong with you?" Luna asked.

"I want to get off this damn plane," Romano said not moving his eyes from the tv.

"Well, it's going to land in an hour," Luna said, resting her head on the armrest.

"That's too long," Romano said. Luna sighed. Then Luna noticed the woman with glasses from earlier walk out of the cockpit of the plane. As she walked by, it looked like she gave Luna a sideways glance and a malicious smile. I have a bad feeling about that woman…Luna thought to herself. Luna instinctively put her seatbelt. But as she did it, it happened:

The plane dropped out of the sky.

The instant Luna attempted to put on the seatbelt, the plane just dropped out of the sky. As they fell, Luna turned and got a glimpse of the woman.

"Quid mihi meruere, Invidia?" Luna whispered, with tears in her eyes. The woman gave her evil smile.

"Nothing," The woman smirked. Then the plane finally regained its speed and was flying again.

"Sorry, there was a quick malfunction with some of controls at the same time as a downdraft. I hope no one is injured," the pilot said on the intercom, "Don't worry, it was only a minor drop." Italy immediately turned to Luna.

"Luna, are you okay?" Luna said nothing. She just sat there, looking forward with tears streaming down her face. "Luna, please answer me." Luna turned to Italy and gave him a faint smile then turned back forward. Italy was very concerned by this reaction but he didn't want to poke at it.

Italy later learned that Germany also was invited to America's beach party when he called America and he told Italy that Germany's going to pick him up and take him to his guest house. The trio then walked to baggage claim and saw Germany.

"Ve~ Luddy!" Italy said happily. Germany turned in their direction and gave a small smile.

"Why the hell is this bastard here?!" Romano yelled.

"Because he's picking us up, fratello," Italy said as he walked up to Germany.

"Don't worry," Germany said, "I brought someone who might shut him up."

"Lovi~!" said a man with brown hair and green eyes and he ran over to Romano then hugged him.

"Spain? What the hell are you doing here?" Romano asked slightly shocked.

"Oh, I was invited to America's party."

"Why the hell didn't you tell me?" Romano asked through clenched teeth.

"Because I wanted to surprise you, Lovi," Spain said. Italy laughed then gave Luna, who was asleep, to Germany so he can get the suitcases. After that, they went to a car that Germany borrowed from America and drove to the guest. Germany told them that many of the other countries were not there yet so the guest house was only going to have them in it. The guest house was pretty much an apartment in the outskirts of New York City but it was still pretty nice. The apartment altogether only had 3 bedrooms so people had to share. Because Luna was still asleep, she was the only one who had their own room. After Germany tucked Luna in, he told the other three that America had a busy day planned tomorrow so he suggested that everyone go to bed. "Wait, who rooming with whom?" Germany turned to Spain.

"You can figure out your own arrangements. Just whoever's rooming with me will be sleeping on the floor." With that, Germany walked to the closest bedroom. Italy 've~'ed and followed Germany. Then Spain turned to Romano.

"Lovi, do you know what this mean?"

"You're sleeping on the fuckin' floor."

Sorry it took so long to update! As you can see, this is a lot longer than I usually write and my mom took my computer. The only reason why it's so long is because I overlapped like 3 subplots in this one chapter. I want to hear your honest opinion about this just because it's very long and if you want more long chapters or to stop. Hasta la Pasta!