Disclaimer! We do not own Hetalia! We only own our OC's!

Nonak: While leaving my house, Kiwi fell down the foot tall stairs and landed on one foot. She's perfectly fine, however, that means she's not here to give me exact things for her to say.

Kiwi: However, I still have a say.

Nonak: Indeed. We have discussed it, and we will publish chapter three on Wednesday.

Kiwi: Also! A Christmas special will be coming soon!

Nonak: That it shall. Just a warning. Silliness can and will occur. Those who are vulnerable to laughing their asses off should not read.

Kiwi: Adding to that, it will most likely be.. M rated.. For sexual humor.

Chapter 2 - Arrival

Russia's 'kol'ing seemed to set off a chain reaction of unfortunate events. After France had lost his pants, we were faced with the problem of finding something to properly cover him. For in Britain's words:

"I will not be seen with a naked wanker!"

Three hours later we managed to force France in to a pair of slacks. We were supposed to meet America at the airport, but when we arrived he wasn't there. We looked, and looked, but the obnoxious burger addict was nowhere to be seen or, surprisingly, even heard.

"Where the fuck is he?" Prussia screamed. "This place is driving me insane! There's long lines, I can't find my luggage, and on top of that, France is wearing a pair of my damn pants! Why does he have to wear mine?" and on he ranted.

Austria, obviously annoyed by Prussia's ranting, pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Have you no manners? We are in a public place.."

"Oh, I'm sorry. Is it bothering you? Then why didn't you let France wear some of your pants?"

"This has nothing to do with pants! It's about dignity!"

Apparently that struck a nerve with Prussia. His ranting finally came to an end. Or so I thought.

"Sank you for ze pants, Pruzzia. Alzough, zey are razer tacky wis my coat. Don't you have anysing more fazionable for someone zuch as mwah?" France placed a hand on Prussia's shoulder.

"That's it! Dignity or not, I'll beat your face in!" Which lead to a twenty-minute chase around the giant fake shrubbery pot. That was when I noticed the people in the airport for the first time. Many different features, all looking for either people, luggage, or a terminal. I spotted a young couple in a coffee shop who was holding hands and laughing. France and Prussia caught my eye as they slowly ran out of energy and gave up. Then my hearing was caught by Britain on his cell phone.

"Where the bloody hell are you? We've been here for four bloody hours waiting on you!" There was a pause as he actually listened to America. "It better not be more than ten minutes!" He hung up, then sighed with an annoyed look on his face. "Bloody wanker, he is."

I turned my attention to Italy and Germany.

"For the last time Italy, no."

"Aww, by vhy-a not?"

Germany was getting annoyed.

"Because this is not the place to play Fußball."

Italy pouted some.

"Then we'll play-a later?"

Germany looked away, but nodded.

"Yaaaaay!"

I giggled and looked around the airport for another eye-catching scene. Then I realized..

"Guys..? Where's Twilight..?" We looked around frantically, and after a while we found her standing outside of some kind of a little shop. She was staring at a strange American strawberry sweet.

"Twilight! Don't wander off like that! Especially in a new, strange place!" I scolded. She continued to stare at the strawberry sweet. I sighed and took out my wallet. "I'll buy it for you. Come on." Twilight and I entered the shop and saw it was actually a candy store. Twilight's eyes twinkled with mischief. After raiding all the strawberry flavored candies for her and the cherry ones for myself, we went to the checkout counter. Second new experience in America: American money.

"What do you mean this isn't money? It is too! It is perfectly good Nonakian money!"

"I'm sorry ma'am, but we only accept American money. And aside from that, 'Nonakian'? I've never even heard of that place." the cocky cashier remarked.

"Yeah, well, most people haven't.." I sighed. "Sorry, Twi. Looks like we'll have to put it all back.."

"How much do they owe for the candies?" I heard a voice say. A.. Familiar voice.

"Oh, um.. Twelve dollars and forty-eight cents."

I heard money hit the counter.

"Keep the change, dude." America said.

"You didn't have to do that, America."

"Of course I did! I'm the hero!" That phrase seemed to set off a chain reaction, because Britain came running in.

"America! You wanker! Where the bloody hell have you been?"

"Chill out, dude. So I'm a little late-"

"A little? You call four and a half bloody hours a little late?"

"Dude, chill. I'll go get the car."

As we waited for America, Twilight bravely tested a piece of American candy. It must've been good, because her eyes lit up and she ate another. I saw a truck pull up. It had tall wheels, a muddy exterior, and a 'rebel' flag flying off the back. I remember thinking to myself: 'What kind of an idiot would drive something like that?' Then I heard..

"Hey guys! Check out my baby!"

Oh God. That was our idiot.

Nonak: So I hope you enjoyed! Kiwi actually started this one off! Yay!

Kiwi: Thank you, thank you. *bows*

Nonak: Keep watching for Chapter 3: The Ride Home!

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