Author's Note: OK, so the first part of this chapter starts from when Moon is flying in the plane. Just in case you get confused.
Moon smiles as she takes the plane higher, higher, up to where the air thins. The temperature within the cockpit drops, but she doesn't notice. All she sees is the full moon hanging in front of her, as if beckoning her to come closer.
She urges the plane higher. Higher and higher into the atmosphere she goes, taking care not to push the aircraft up too steeply. Relief fills her features as Moon rises. Finally, she can go home.
Suddenly, the plane shudders. Moon jumps. She frantically looks around, trying to find the source of the unexpected movement. She doesn't even notice that the sound has changed.
She doesn't notice that the left engine has blown out.
The plane shudders again, and suddenly, it drops into a free fall. The right engine, too, can not take the strain of flying at such altitudes and temperatures.
Moon screams.
But she doesn't scream because of fear; no, she screams because of loss. As the aircraft plummets down, piercing through the clouds and getting closer and closer to the ground, she screams because of a realization.
I am never going home. Never.
That is her last thought before the plane crashes into the ground, and the world turns to black.
"Let us in!"
"I'm sorry, sir, but I cannot-"
"You will let us in to see the girl, da? Kolkolkol..."
"I cannot, it is against hospital-"
"Screw hospital policy, you will let us in!"
"We have been told by authorities that-"
"We don't care! We have to see her! Please, ma'am, let us-"
"Let me handle this." Finland pushes past Canada, facing the receptionist who is blocking their path. A nervous look is on her face.
Finland smiles sweetly.
"Ma'am, I'm sorry for this misunderstanding. You see, we are part of an international agency with express permission from the governments of all countries to override the orders of any local authorities." Seeing her skepticism, he sighs.
"Alright, I'll just do this the hard way." He focuses, staring in her eyes and using his influence as her nation to convince her of the truth. The receptionist blinks, then gasps.
"May we go see the child now?" Finland asks.
"Oh! Of course, go right ahead, she's in the room at the end on the 4th floor, in the second hallway on the left."
"Thank you."
The nations quickly rush up the stairs, trying to restrain themselves from running in the hospital. There are officials standing outside Moon's room, but they move away as soon as they recognize Finland. The nations all crowd into the small room, those who were closest to Moon surrounding her bed, while the others stand by the walls.
"Moon? Moon, can you hear us?" America says, hesitantly putting a hand on her arm.
"Moon? Please wake up..." Liechtenstein's eyes threaten to spill over with tears. Switzerland lays a protective arm over her.
"Moon, you have to come back. I know you can do it, just try!" Canada says, trying to stay positive.
"Wake up, Moon! We still haven't finished our plan to be recognized as full-fledged nations yet!" Sealand says, trying to shake her shoulder. Sweden pulls him back, and Finland just shakes his head at him.
Russia doesn't say anything. He merely pulls off his scarf and lays it on her, then, gently, caresses her cheek.
They stay like that for a long while, none of them daring to speak a word.
Finally, Moon's eyes flutter open.
"... Wh-What... wh-why...?" she stutters, trying to sit up.
"Shh... you'll be OK, Moon. I promise." Canada pushed her back down, gently.
"N-No..." Moon shakes her head, tears forming in her deep purple eyes.
"What do you mean?" Sealand asks.
"I-I will never go home..."
"B-But you will!" Liechtenstein bursts out, unable to take it anymore. "W-We'll take you b-back, a-as soon as we can convince our governments!"
"I won't be there... for that..." Moon turns her eyes on America, her main caretaker. "I-It hurts, Big B-brother America... I don't w-want to leave..."
"I'm sorry, Moon." America says, his face streaked with tears, the same as everyone else.
"Nyet," Russia suddenly speaks up. He gives a soft, sad smile to Moon. "Moon, you must remember the happy times. Do not think of the pain. We are a family, da?"
"Y-Yes..."
"We are all here for you, child. You will go home, and you will be here. Perhaps not in person, but in spirit, we will always be together. We hold you close to our hearts, as the Earth holds the moon in it's orbit."
Moon nods, smiling a bit at the analogy. Then she gasps, looking into the air. "B-bunny?"
No one knows what she is talking about, except for the Asians.
"Go to the bunny, Moon," they say gently.
"Bunny... Bunny!" Moon reaches out, a smile breaking out on her face. In that moment, she seems so happy, so peaceful.
A shadowy illusion of a rabbit appears in Moon's arms, and she laughs, nuzzling it. The edges of her figure become fuzzy. She turns to face the nations, saying two simple, final words.
"Thank you."
Moon's eyes close, and she lifts her face up as her figure blurs, faster and faster. A small smile forms on her face, and her fading body explodes into a million drops of moonlight that hang in the air for a second before disappearing fully.
All that is left behind is one small orb, glassy and glowing with the pure luminescence that perfectly embodied Moon.
Author's Note: ... Goodbye, little Moon...