Getting on the plane went smoothly, but when Gilbert told him where their seats were at; which wasn't first class, he longingly looked at the section. Hoping by some miracle he would be able to sit in those seats, of course that never happened. So he just grumbled and continued down the aisle halfheartedly.
"Hehe, looks like we're all the way in the back, how un-awesome," Gilbert muttered.
He just nodded, holding back all the insults he would love to share with Gilbert, but decided he shouldn't make a scene in public. Once reaching the back of the plane, they found one of the flight attendants stationed there.
"Hello, my name is Athena, guess you'll be the sitting back here with me, if you have questions don't be afraid to ask," she announced, smiling the whole time at them.
Looking over at Gilbert, Athena sure looked surprised. Her eyes widened, looking over his appearance, from his messy silver hair to his his piercing red eyes. Gilbert took notice of her looking him over, and his eyes narrowed. Trying to avoid his gaze, she looked up at Roderich. Now Roderich never thought of himself has cute or even handsome, but Athena sure thought he did. She looked over his features, a blush forming on her cheeks. Gilbert narrowed his eyes at this too, seeing that Roderich was blushing at the foolish girl too.
Clearing his throat, he asked rudely, "Excuse me, but you seem to be blocking our seats."
Being brought out of their trance, she nodded, moving out of the way. When Gilbert was satisfied with her distance, he gestured to their seats.
"You'll have the window seat and I will have the aisle seat," Gilbert stated, gently pushing Roderich to his seat.
Roderich slightly confused by Gilbert's behavior, leaned down into his seat, careful not to hit his head on the low ceiling. Stowing his bag under the seat in front of him, he watch Gilbert leaning down, getting much to close to his face.
"Well it looks like we're finally going to California together," Gilbert whispered.
Blushing, Roderich tried swatting Gilbert away, muttering something about being to close. Laughing that obnoxious laugh of his, Gilbert seated himself next to Roderich.
Once everyone was seated, the pilot's voice came on over the speakers.
"This is your pilot speaking here, just going to tell you that this will be about a nine hour flight from Vienna to Washington D.C., and that the time is 7:30."
The jet engine started up, making the back of the plane way too loud. Roderich couldn't handle it, since his ears were really sensitive, he could only handle a certain volume of sound. He wanted to get up and protest really badly, but feeling the plane start moving underneath him, he pleadingly looked over at the Prussian. Being much to absorbed in his music, Gilbert ignored the looks that Roderich gave him.
He desperately looked around him, trying to find something to block out the sound, but found that he would have to use his hands. Thinking it was quite uncivilized, but hearing the engine progressively getting louder, he allowed himself to cover his ears. Unfortunately it only blocked out some of the noise.
Glancing out the window, he saw that they were already at the runway. Bracing himself for the take off, he leaned back in his seat, looking out over the heads in front of him.
Tilting back, the plane zoomed out into the skies, making some of the passenger's stomachs uneasy. Roderich just had to be one of them too. He always knew that flying was not one of his favorite things to do, but since he was always in the front and not in the back of the plane, this experience was going to be a lot worse. The barf bag seem to be mocking him, daring him to barf. Roderich knowing it would not be appropriate, he forced his stomach down.
His fingers itch to play the piano, making another thing unbearable to him. Ignoring the engine, he started lightly taping a tune, he closed his eyes. That was all interrupted when he heard quiet buzzing sound. He peeked over at Gilbert, who was slightly nodding to his obnoxious music. Frowning, he grabbed for the headphones, startling him until he focused on him.
"Would you be a dear, and turn that music the down, or I might have to...," he emphasized by gripping the headphones tighter.
"Woah, ok I understand," Gilbert said, a little freaked out that his precious headphones would be broken.
"Remember I only went along with this to entertain you, and now having to sit back here with you is just a little to much," glaring down at him.
"Well I- uh, if this is how you're going to act, you should get used to flying since we're going to have to take another one after this," Gilbert stuttered, not liking Roderich when he acted like this.
"What?" Roderich asked, snapping out of his anger.
Grinning in triumph, he said "This flight only goes to Washington D.C. silly."
Groaning, Roderich leaned back in his seat.
Taking back his headphones, Gilbert continued listening to his music, only blasting the music louder, completely forgeting Roderich's earlier threat.
And together they flew off into the sunset.
Pfft, yeah right, they just continued fighting until Gilbert got punched in the mouth.
A/N: I'm really disgusted about this chapter, but I posted it anyway P: