"Ve~ where am I? Germany?"
Veneziano opened his eyes slowly. He blinked a few times, trying to see. When the darkness didn't clear, he started to panic, but shifting his head a bit, he realized there was a bag on his head. Also, the back of his skull was sore.
Did someone hit me? VE! Maybe I fainted and Ludwig thought I was dead, and now I'm in the morgue! Feli whimpered softly, praying that he wouldn't be buried alive.
"Oooagh. Basterds..."
Jumping a bit at the sudden voice beside him, Veneziano found he was in a sitting position, his hands tied. Groping the area next to him, he felt similarily tied hands and he clasped them in a small burst of happiness. "Romano! You're here too!"
Roma grumbled a bit more, trying to make sense of the situation. They had obviously been kidnapped, though Lovino was unsure why exactly. Maybe something about his Mafia ties...but then why was his stupid brother there?
The two heard a hum go about them, like an engine. Lovi tried to remove the bag from his head and found his hands tied to his belt. Cursing, he pulled Feli over and removed the younger's bag instead.
Gasping at the sudden light, North Italy squinted as everything came into focus.
"Um...Fratello?" his voice caught a bit as he helped his elder brother with his own bag.
"Cosa?" (*What?*)
"Why are we on a plane?"