Yay! People followed me! (It was kind of pathetic how excited I got when I saw the follows.) So in this chapter Lars and hopefully a few other characters get introduced. Also Ivan in this chapter (and probably the rest of the story) is going to be slightly different than what he normally is because he is awesome. And I hate it when he's not. Please review!

Lars rubbed his eyes and looked around. What the hell?! Suddenly Lars was wide awake. He nudged Antonio and asked, "Do you see what I see?" Toni nodded, his face white. Ivan was walking towards them with a creepy smile on the face. Behind him was a green light that the passengers were all were doing their best to ignore, they had no inclination to get killed by Ivan. "Oh shit," Lars muttered. What was Ivan mad about now? Antonio started laughing. "Why are you laughing?! We are about to get killed!" Lars shrieked. Toni smirked and said, "Look at his face." A feeling of dread came over Lars. "H-hey Ivan, you know I didn't write that, r-right?" Damn, he was stuttering. So not cool. "Yes, but you should still become one with mother Russia, Da?" Ivan answered, still smiling. "You're starting to creep me out, Vodka Bastard." Oh shit, Lars had forgotten about Romano. "Shh Lovi, Ivan is about to beat up Lars." "What the hell Antonio?!" Lars said, his voice unnaturally high. "Haha you sound like a girl." "Shut up Romano!"

Meanwhile...

Canada sighed. "It appears we're locked in Gil." "No shit Birdie!" They had tried everything to get out of the bathroom once they realized Ivan had left. The door wouldn't budge and nobody would answer their calls for help. "It's official Gil, we're screwed." "This door is totally unawesome Mattie!" Gilbert whined. "Well there's no use in complaining. I'm sure someone will eventually save us." Prussia shrieked and said, "The key word being eventually!" "Stop being such a drama queen Gil, and just relax." Gilbert pouted. "Fine, but what are we supposed to do?" Matthew thought about it. Before Gilbert had arrived, he had just slept, but there wasn't really enough space for that anymore. Maybe they could play a game. "Do you have any cards Gil?" Recently Gilbert had been obsessed with playing cards, saying he was too awesome to lose. "Oh, I actually do Birdie!" Matthew smiled at his over excited friend. "I told you we'd be fine. What do you want to play?" "Oh Mattie do you what to play Gin Rummy?! It's like the awesomest game ever!" "Sure, what do you want to bet?"

Back to Lars…

Suddenly Ivan burst out laughing. "You should have seen your face!" he gasped between laughs. Lars and Toni looked at each other, confusion on their faces. "I wouldn't beat you up because Gilbert told me to, I'd rather do it on my own time, Da?" Lars couldn't believe his luck, "So… You're not going to hurt me?" Ivan just smiled and said, "Not now, kolkolkolkolkolkol." Lars sighed with relief. He chose to ignore the other part. "So what did you want anyway?" Ivan pointed to the bathroom. "I locked Gilbert and Mattie in the bathroom and was wondering if you wanted in on the fun, Da?" Lars, Antonio, and Romano looked at each other and said in unison, "Hell yeah!"

The Bathroom Again…

Oh God. Matthew couldn't believe it. Gilbert had chosen the worst thing ever to bet. Like, apocalypse bad. "Are you okay Birdie? You look kind of pale." Gilbert leaned forward and frowned. Matthew sighed. Gil could be kinda oblivious sometimes. See, Gilbert had decided that whoever lost would have to make a prank call to a person and the winner's choice. At first glance, that didn't sound so bad, but now Matthew was paying. Hard. "I don't see what the problem is Birdie, all I asked you to do was call Hungary and sing Whistle." Gilbert smiled innocently. "The problem is that she's going to kill me with her frying pan!" Matthew said while having a panic attack. Gilbert laughed and said, "Don't worry Mattie, she'll be too busy with her bloody nose. Besides, she's not even on the plane." Matthew smiled bitterly. "She'll find a way, trust me." "Well a bet's a bet, and a Canadian never goes back on his word, Right Mattie?" Matthew sighed for the thousandth time and took out his phone. "Fine."

"Who is this?"

"Matthew."

"Oh what do you want Matthew?"

"Can you blow my whistle baby…"

Just wait till next chapter