Author's Note: OK, I've decided that after this chapter, this story will have one more chapter, then an epilogue.
"Please quiet down, everyone!"
No response. The countries assembled continue to argue. Then Switzerland shoots the ceiling.
Faces turn to face the siblings at the front of the room.
Liechtenstein takes a deep breath. "I called this meeting today to... to talk about Moon. I'm worried for her. She's been acting strangely, and just a few days ago, she stormed out of my house saying something about doing everything herself and destroying the world."
America's head suddenly snapped up. "Wait. Did you say she left your house a few days ago?"
Liechtenstein nodded.
"Then where is she? She didn't come home or to Canada's, so I thought she had stayed there!"
"Maybe she's with Russia?" Liechtenstein asked, turning toward the northern nation.
"Nyet... I haven't seen her since the last time she visited, a few months ago."
"Sealand?"
Sealand frowned. "The last time I saw her was when we got together for a micronations meeting."
America starts to panic. "Then where is she?"
Suddenly, Canada speaks up.
"There."
Moon sneaks into the empty house, eyes glancing around for any hint of movement. She makes her way to the drawers, taking out a set of keys.
Sneaking out of the backdoor, Moon runs over the large warehouse-like storage area. She puts one of the keys in the lock, wiggles it a bit, and opens the door. Once inside, she turns on all the lights, revealing a wide open room. The walls are covered in collections of various weapons, from Viking age swords and shields to modern day sniper guns, and the floor is mostly covered in boxes of various types of ammunition and technology. But off to the side, there is a clear strip, and resting on this strip is a plane.
This is where Moon heads. She quickly accesses the control panel for the hangar doors, punching in the code that she had wheedled out of Finland. The doors rumble open.
It takes a bit of searching, but eventually Moon finds the box containing the key to the plane. She grabs it and hops into the cockpit, sending up silent thanks to Sweden for insisting that all the younger nations learn how to fly regardless of age, in case they were in danger.
Soon all that can be heard in the room is the whir of the engine. Moon carefully edges her way out of the doors, then lines the aircraft up with the flat, empty field they use as a makeshift runway. She picks up speed, tilting back the nose slowly...
And she is airborne.
All eyes slide to the television Canada is pointing at, which is set on the news channel.
"In breaking news, we have received word of a horrific plane crash near the border of Sweden and Finland. Authorities say that no one besides the pilot, a young girl clearly under age, was injured. Let's go now to our correspondent on the scene."
"Yes. Authorities tell us that this aircraft was not registered with air traffic control, nor does the pilot have a license to fly. In fact, it is likely because she went up too high, too fast that the craft stalled and crashed to the ground. Surprisingly, the girl has not sustained any fatal injuries, although she is unconscious and not responding to any treatment.
At this point, the picture on the screen shows Moon, surrounded by a group of paramedics. Her eyes are closed, and her face is ashen.
The nations look at each other in horror.
Then, as one, they rush out of the room.
Author's Note: Poor Moon. I'll write what happened from her point of view next chapter.
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