Iceland/Emil POV
Spain appearance in next chapter
"What are you waiting for, idiot? Get in!" Norway yells to Denmark, standing at the bottom of the plane's stairs. One of the smartly dressed helpers was gesturing for remaining people to enter the plane. America had gotten everyone a plane to go to Spain's country. I went right to the back, trying not to look at anyone. Their were no assigned seats, which I liked. I would usually end up beside someone who I did Not want to be beside. I start to scan the plane, raising a brow now-and-again at some of the nations choices.
America sat beside Canada. France beside England. Italy beside Romano and Germany. Austria beside Prussia. (Who just comes to meetings because he's awesome.) Hungary beside Belgium. Russia beside Belarus. Not by choice, I presume. Hong Kong with Taiwan and South Korea. China beside Japan.
I could go on, but I really don't care for most of them. Norway and Denmark were on either side of me, which I was over the moon about. Sweden and Finland were somewhere on the plane. Thankfully, they played music, so it wasn't too awkward. Though, I'm not a huge fan of American pop. I decide to swap seats with Denmark, because even Norway's silence makes me feel awkward. All most right away, Norway and Denmark start muttering to each other about things. I look out of the plain window, thinking of what it's going to be like. Will I see Spain out of the meeting? Will he be spending all of his time with those Italians? I wonder what he looks like casually-
"Hello, this is your captain speaking. I would like to welcome you all, and I promise a safe flight. If that promise is broken for any reason, and safety procedures are needed, their are air bags and instructions under your seat. We would very much appreciate if you could read them over, so that you can keep safe. If you are near an exit, you have the responsibility of the door. We will update you on the times, as of right now it is exactly 3 hours to Spain. Our helpers are more than happy to assist you in any way possible, and will retrieve food and drink if requested. Thank you for flying with us, and enjoy your flight.
"Emil. Here," Norway leans over Denmark, handing me a rather bright set of keys. "You get your own Hotel room, lucky for you. I have to share a room with whatever This is." Norway goes back into his seat, poking Denmark while doing so. Denmark makes a noise, but shows no sign of protest. I turn my head over to the keys I was given. On the back of the neon-yellow key, it read #Hotel Room 270# On the neon-blue, #Bathroom Key# Finally, the neon-green key- #Kitchen Key# I knew the room was going to be quite large, since it came with all of this. I'm not sure why you need keys for all of the rooms, but maybe it's a safety thing in Spain? I shake my head, digging in my bag I placed on my lap for a book. I didn't bother to read the title, I just simply start reading. Now and again, I push m reading glasses back up my nose. They were always a bother, but they helped me see writing more clearly. For that, I was grateful. Half way through the book, I jumped slightly in my seat. The same woman from earlier began speaking rather loudly through the speaker on the wall beside me once more.
"Hello, passengers. I hope you are enjoying your flight so far. It is approximately 20 minutes to arrival. We advise the lower-climate nations to prepare for the temperatures when you get off the plane. The helpers are more than gladly to help if you need anything. Remember, food and drink is free, and is to just be requested from one of our helpers."
I had my sunglasses in my pocket, and sunscreen was already on everywhere. Thanks, Norway. I feel even more pale than I usually am due to the white colour of the sunscreen. I decide to finish another 4 chapters, but only make it to 2, since the heat starts taking effect on the plane. I tug on my shirt slightly, breathing more heavily than before. The sun was just rising in Spain, and it looked beautiful. The beaches, the fields of wheat and vegetables, the green grass, the woodland, the sun. I wish I had been one of the more heated countries at this moment.
"Attention passengers. Please collect your bags and begin to head out of the plane. Your registered coaches are outside ready to take you to your hotels. The helpers will guide you to the stairs, and I hope you enjoy your time in Spain. I will see you all when you return to leave."
Denmark and Sweden carry most of the bags, which was a relief. Our tour coach was a rather tall, Spanish woman. She had long, brunette hair, and bright blue eyes. She smiled, showing Sweden and Denmark where to put there bags. After that, she introduced herself, then we took our seats on the coach to our hotel. On the way there, she spoke of the different towns and places she would recommend to visit. Now and again, Denmark would poorly attempt to flirt with her, which would gain stabs from Norway.
"So... Many... Stairs..." Denmark whined, pulling all of the luggage to our rooms. As Norway signed in for us, the girl at the check-in desk asked if we wanted someone to take our things up for us. Norway, as revenge for Den flirting with our coach person, decided Mathias would be able to carry everything. The girl just look at him strangely, then let us do what we wanted. About an hour later, as he Finally got all of our things up to our rooms, I got my suitcase and pulled out my three keys. #Hotel Room 270# On the neon-blue, #Bathroom Key# The neon-green key- #Kitchen Key# Got it. I was in room #270# Mathias and Denmark were in #271# and Sweden and Finland were in #272# Just hope none of them have loud sex. I have trouble sleeping as it is.
I un-locked my room, giving a thank-you gesture to Denmark He just smiled faintly, getting pulled into his room by Norway. I shrugged, opening my own room door and stepping inside. I saw fans, so I immediately switched them on. I put my suitcase on the floor, and hanged my coat up on the door. I then decided to take a look at my new room. It was very large. Too large. The bed was king sized, with black sheet covers and a beautifully designed white frame. Their were white side tables, the bed side one with a large globe of Iceland, the other with a huge television.. I don't even watch television. The windows were just above average size, with a cute white curtain with illustrations on it. Covering it at either side, were two black curtains. The carpet was pearl and woollen. On the white walls were paintings of women, and their were four doors on either side of the room. One which said "Kitchen" in Spanish, and then in English. Same with "Closet" and "Bathroom". The kitchen was marble, and had the latest in everything. Even the coffee dispenser was fancy. The closet was 'Walk In' size, and had plenty of room for everything. The bathroom was the same colour scheme as the bedroom, and had pictures of boats on the wall. It had a large tub, and a navy-coloured shower. The towels said something in Spanish, but I'm not fluent in the language. I sat down on the bed, feeling like I was on a cloud. Maybe, just maybe, this wasn't going to be so bad.