Italy bounced up and down eagerly in his seat. He was happy to finally get past security and be in the plane. Although... Germany seemed to be rather sad about it. Apparently, Herr stick wasn't allowed to be with him on the plane. It had to be placed in luggage. Good riddance. Hopefully it would get lost among the bags and be left there.

"I just hope he's okay..." Germany was hunched over in his seat, his face in his hands.

Feliciano scooted over and rubbed Ludwig's back. "I'm sure... he… is fine Germany, don't worry."

He turned his head and looked up at the small Italian man that was rubbing his back. "You sure?"

"Herr stick is really tough and stuff... he learned everything from you right?"

Germany sat up. "Yeah- your right."

Italy rolled his eyes. It was just a stick. Why was he so worked up over the stupid thing? 'I'm here, I'm your best friend. Why don't you ever care about my feelings dammit?' "Of course I'm right Germany. I'm right about a lot of things~"

Germany chuckled and ruffled Italy's hair "You mean Galileo and Leonardo Da Vinci were right about a lot of things."

"Veh veh." Italy smiled. That was more like it. Ludwig was back to normal again. Thank god. He didn't think he could take much more of mopey Germany. He hated seeing him like that. Angry he could cure with some puppy eyes and offerings of Beer. Sadness, that took some work, especially since it wasn't exactly well known as to what made him happy.

"Kesesese~ West, don't be such a spoil sport, come on we're gonna be on this plane for a couple of hours. Stop worrying about your stick and have some fun!"

"Like what Bruder?"

"Well I don't know, something!"

"Germany-san, I have Manga if you want."

"Veh, I know what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna flirt with the pretty flight attendant that's over there, I'll order some pasta, veh, then I can take my siesta-" Italy began listing off the lings he was going to do. "-and then I'll think I'll have some gelato, and I- Ah... G-Germany... d-don't." His face slowly turned red.

Ludwig had grabbed onto Feliciano's curl. "Italy, you need to be more quiet. There are other people on this plane besides us"

"G-Germany-san- please be more careful with him. Can't you see that that's d-disturbing him?"

"He needs to learn his lesson, besides, this is an affective was of getting him to quiet down."

"G-Germany... n-nooo." Italy squirmed to the touch of the hand that was wrapped around his curl, the grip tightening as the seconds passed. "L-let... g-g-go." He didn't dare try to pull away. More tension on his curl meant more strange feelings.

"W-West, your hurting him. Let 'im go dammit!"

"Ah, sorry Italy" He quickly released him. "I didn't mean to hurt you..."

Italy gasped "I... I-its O-Okay G-Germany... It doesn't hurt exactly... Just.. Never mind." Even though the feelings that were coming from his vital regions didn't go away. He forgave Ludwig. Because since he still didn't understand the curl himself, he understood that Germany wouldn't know either.

"I-Italy-kun, Are you alright?"

Italy nodded his head.

"I'm sorry that happened to you Italy-kun." It was almost as If Japan knew what the curl was. Which was amusing, because as far as Feliciano knew, only Lovino, and Francis knew what it was. France figured it out and told Romano, but both of them refused to tell Italy what it does. France told him what it was once, but all Italy knew was that it started with an 'E'. He was paying more attention to the pretty girl that was walking outside than he was to Francis on that particular that day. eh, live and learn.

"You want to read some Manga Italy-kun?" Kiku tilted his head. "I've got plenty in my carry on bag."

"Si, I'd like that Japan~" He pulled one out of Japan's bag at random. As luck would have it he pulled out a Shojo. "Veh... Reminds me of that one Valentine's day... Huh Germany?"

He flashed the books cover in Germany's direction, and the blonde blushed and turned his head. "J-Ja..."

Italy giggled. Apparently Ludwig was still having mixed feelings about that day. Sure, their friendship was tossed on a bumpy road that one day... And Germany's brain kinda exploded... Twice... But they were on good terms again, and they were still good friends.

He flipped opened the book and quickly got sucked into the storyline. Japan opened a book as well, and judging by the R18+ sticker on it, It was something rather inappropriate. Strangely enough, both Russia and America were on the cover. A blush was slowly eating away at his face. Gilbert stared at Kiku's book a while, then snickered.

With the two enveloped with their books, The two German brothers were left to themselves in silence. Although... it didn't last longer than five minutes.

"West." Gilbert's usual grin was crawling over his face again. "Oi… West."

"Ja Bruder?"

"Lets play twenty questions..."

-Authors Note-

*facepalm* Well. This chapter sucks ass. I had literally no inspiration for this plane ride. I had everything before it figured out, and everything afterward figured out, because, in all honesty, a lot of what happens throughout this Fanfic, actually happened. Because we were all being retarded and acting like these characters during the entire camping trip. However, we drove, instead of riding in a plane, the whole trip happened in The UP of Michigan (USA) not Canada, and there was no sexy Yaoi. But, 90% of all the dialogue and actions throughout this entire fanfic was really said and done. So I suppose it would be more of a fanfact. Luckily, I already have a sexy idea for the plane ride back, but it has to happen on the way back, otherwise it won't make any sense. So I'm just gonna make you wait some more C;

Oh, and free cookie to whoever can guess what Prussia's thinking about, here's a hint: Its not beer.

-Sakue Sayuri