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Gilbert hung with his feet dangling off the side of the copter for a few minutes to catch his breath. He looked up and saw smoke coming out of the top of the machine. Okay, so maybe the designers of the copter did not account for the weight of a rollercoaster.

Gilbert in response took a pair of scissors he had in the pocket of his intricate jacket and sawed the rope that the coaster was hanging off of. It fell, luckily not crushing any cars or buildings when it did so, and continued moving as if nothing ever happened.

Gilbert, realizing like the awesome guy he is, may have forgotten the potion that can turn him back into a bird at Roderich and Lizzie's place when he was beating up the Austrian. Now might be a good time to be able to fly. But since that isn't going to happen…well, YOLO right.

Gilbert jumped down and like expected, landed right in the second row. The people around them were too busy fearing for their lives to notice, although Gilbert sure as hell saw who he was sitting next to. Shit, this guy used to be his owner. And he has very few good memories when Ivan took care of him. That guy was just creepy.

Said Russian turned to see Gilbert scooching as far away from him as possible and was extremely confused. He was pretty sure that he was alone in the seat. Mostly because no one would sit next to him, willingly anyways.

He tapped Alfred on the shoulder, who was now completely used to the feeling of eminent death and was relaxing. He turned around to face Ivan, who pointed to Gilbert, who tried to look like he was not freaking out.

"Nice hat dude." Alfred laughed, pointing to the overdone pirate one on Gilberts head. Both Alfred and Ivan feel like they had seen the albino teen before. He looked a year, maybe two older than them, although he also seemed a bit shorter than them. He was thin and frail looking actually. But for some reason they cannot put their fingers on; they know that he is not.

"Hey, have we met before?" asked Alfred.

Gilbert shook his head, then shrugged. "Not personally at least. I've been on one or two of your inventions though." actually, he's been on every, single, one of them. They make for great get away machines.

"Oh." Alfred said slightly unconvinced, but not wanting to push it any farther. "Well then, uh, enjoy the ride."

Ivan on the other hand would not stop staring at him, without any shame as well, and it was starting to freak him out. If it were not for the fact it would completely blow his cover, he would have just jumped down onto one of the awnings below. But sadly, that might cause some suspicion, so he guessed he'll just wait until it's over.

The coaster cart went off the tracks since it passed what was supposed to be the ending, and went rushing down the street like a racecar. It flew through traffic and into a construction zone for a new bank called the Zwingli bank, and up a ramp. That catapulted them into the bucket of a large crane that was hanging above them, which started going around and around and around and around in endless circles, causing Lovino to turn green as a ripe tomato, and his friend Antonio tried to keep him from throwing up on him.

"That's funny." Alfred said to Matthew who was huddling and shaking even more than he was earlier. "I don't remember this in the blueprints."

The cart launched up into the air, and got hooked on a jet that was flying by. Everyone held tight to the handrails to avoid falling out since they were at cloud level.

"And I'm sure this is new."

The row of cars fell off the plane, landing on the Las Vegas version of the statue of liberty, which was luckily made of rubber, so it launched them across the country into the eye of one of the presidents glasses in mount Rushmore. They went on another dizzying spin, when from there they were launched out, flying back to Florida where they landed on a tree that gently brought them near to the ground, right next to a shop with the Scandinavian flags on it.

The blonde teen at the counter, who looked bored out of his mind, said with a Danish accent, "Welcome to the stop and go furniture barn, where you pick it and go. What would you like today?"

"Anyone want a lamp?" asked Alfred, and despite the fact that a short boy in the back named Tino (who really was supposed to be working with the Dane in the shop right now, but skipped out on work) raised his hand, the tree snapped back sending them flying away before Alfred had the chance to order.

They spiraled out again, this time getting Antonio sick, and landed back at the Las Vegas rubber Eifel tower. It fell and bent down, showing a croissant shop head by one of Francis's cousins.

"Croissant?" asked the man inside in the beret.

"Does anyone want a croissant?" Alfred asked, but like before, was rocketed away.

They were sent up into the stratosphere, suspended in orbit thanks to no gravity. It was at this moment that Alfred was extremely thankful he had installed a bubble that would go around the cart and keep in the oxygen. He pressed the button and the clear ball enveloped them, and they were all able to breathe.

"Told you I'd get into space first, Ivan." Alfred stuck out his tongue at his rival.

"I am right next you, pig."

"Oh….dang it!"

The cart went hurtling down again and the bubble around them disintegrated, and the front of the car started to flare up a small bit. The previously white and brown of the eagle's face was now scorching black and the screaming began all over again. Even Gilbert was marginally frightened at this.

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Arthur managed to pull up to the house mere seconds before Francis, but Francis was a faster runner, so in the end, they both just ended up colliding and falling into the grass together when they arrived back at their house and through the gate. Since fate hated him, Arthur of course had to land on top of Francis, which of course caused Francis to pull him back down when he tried to get up. But a quick kick to Francis's jaw fixed that little problem.

The parents pulled up into the driveway, and while Francis nursed a now lose tooth, Arthur bolted outside and grabbed the arms of both his parents and dragged him outside shouting, "You lost frog. Now I expect to see your things out of this house by tomorrow after no…"

Arthur looked with wide, shocked and angered eyes at the tree that he had just gotten his parents to look at. Underneath it, through some miracle (or as Francis just saw, an ungodly amount of coincidences.) the twins were sitting underneath the green tree, looking lazily at the clouds.

"Hey dad, hey papa." They said at the same time; waving to the couple who shook their heads at their second oldest son.

"Come on Arthur, help unload the car."

"B-b-but."

"Now."

Arthur sighed and shot a glare at first the twins then Francis. This was not over until the fat lady, or in this case, Roman man, sings.

Francis sent a wink, and hobbled into the house still holding his jaw. Geesh, for the small size of that teen, he sure can pack a kick. Maybe that was why so many Englishmen have bad teeth, they are constantly getting kicked in the mouth.

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As soon as Francis left, everyone began falling out of the tree. Lovino hobbled out, still green in the face, as well as Antonio who did not seem much better. A boy named Kiku Honda who lived a few doors down from the twins bowed to them while also seeming sick, and then ran back to his house as if a snake was at his tail.

Gilbert waited until Ivan too had went down to reach around in the tree for the potion that he stores in a birds nest he made. He found it within a few minutes, the blue sort of sparkly liquid that looks like something ripped straight out of a poorly done Harry Potter fanfiction, but really, it was just filled with a bunch of nanobytes and stuff that transforms him into a bird. He has no clue how this actually works, but that's not his job.

He took a sip of the potion and with a little bit of tingling sensation in his skin, shrunk down and feathers popped out and soon enough he was the Gilbird everyone knew and loved. He popped down and out of the tree and landed on Alfred's head, sitting on Nantucket as always.

"Oh." Alfred said reaching up and putting the bird in his hand. "There you are, Gilbird."

Ivan, who was still standing there, rolled his eyes but still looked at the bird. He seemed familiar for some reason that he cannot put his finger on. Although, there are a lot of small yellow birds in the world so chances are he had just seen one like it.

"Anyways." Ivan interrupted. "I will say that the ride was not a complete waste of my time. You do an adequate job; much better than I thought you were capable of. Next I will find out that you can actually take in the atmosphere before speaking."

Alfred glared at Ivan and gritted his teeth. Why does he always invite him over again? All he does is insult Alfred the entire time. But then again he does the same to Ivan, so it is not like it is a one sided animosity.

"Yeah. Sure Ivan, I'll work on that tomorrow instead of doing something actually cool." Alfred said sarcastically, petting Gilbird.

Ivan laughed and said, "I very much like that idea. Call me over if you need help. Or if you want to train Gilbird, because what you are doing right now is only spoiling him."

"Well he is a bird, they don't really do much."

"Right, very true. A stupid, useless animal."

Gilbird gave an annoyed peep and went to break out of Alfred's hand and bite the lousy Ruski, but as soon as he did, Matthew reached out and grabbed the bird, stopping him from doing something he will most likely regret.

On that note, Ivan left without a goodbye, leaving the two brothers alone in the shining daylight. Everything was calm once again, but this time Alfred didn't mind it.

"You know bro, we make a great team don't we." Alfred said, leaning back as Matthew released Gilbird who flew onto the ground at their feet.

In response, Matthew rolled his eyes and mumbled, "hoser" under his breath before proceeding to burp in Alfred's face.

"Dude, ew!" Alfred waved his hand to try and get the smell away. "Ugh, I can smell the maple. Seriously, what was that for."

"For not letting me have one full sentence this entire day, since you were too busy trying to impress Ivan." Matthew crossed his arms and smirked.

"Was not."

"Were too."

"Was not!"

"Were too!"

And that was when the top of the tree and the cart exploded and car alarms throughout the Hetalia State area went off. And Arthur and Francis's parents still managed not to hear it.