Crash

1

"All aboard, flight 156 to Cuba."said a voice over the PA.

Lovino picked up his bags and tried to wake his brother.

"Hey, Feli, it's time to board." He said softly. When his brother didn't wake, he grabbed him by the ear and shouted, "WAKE UP BASTARDO!!"

The younger man woke up with a start and started mumbling apologies. "Sorry big brother I fell asleep but I guess you knew that guess what I had a dream about pasta again! Do you think that means I'm gonna have pasta soon? I hope s-" he paused.

Two tall men were boarding their flight. One was stocky and blond, the other was an albino that walked kind of like an ape.

The blond one caught Feliciano's eye. He seemed kind of mean, but Feliciano could tell that he was kind and-

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN OUR SEATS AREN'T TOGETHER??" He yelled in a thick german accent.

Sheesh, thought Feliciano, I'm really not good with people.

Lovino looked back at his brother, who had suspiciously stopped talking. Feli never stopped talking unless he saw a pretty lady. He followed Feliciano's line of gaze and saw the german man who had been making all of the noise. That guy was really starting to get on his nerves.

The younger Italian was mesmerized by this loud man. Lovino was confused. His brother was straight....wasn't he?

"Ve~" sighed Feliciano. Holy Tomato, he was in love! The last time he saw his brother like this was when his friend....ah, what was his name again? Actually, the German looked similar to him. Stupid Potato bastard.

Although he had his suspicions, Lovino couldn't quite comprehend that his brother might actually be gay. Of course, Lovino thought to himself, Well, at least I'm straight.

"Feli, quit ogling that potato and get your bags! We need to board!" Lovino shouts angrily.

The German turns around and stares at them. His albino brother does too. Feliciano quickly cowers behind his older brother and whimpers, "Why would you do that, Big Brother?"

Lovino chuckles, not noticing the Germans creeping up behind them. "Excuse me, but who are you calling a potato?"

Oh shit, Lovino, you've really done it this time, he thought. How was he going to get out of this one?

"Lovi, we should get in the plane now," whispered Feliciano from behind his older brother.

The German only then took notice of the tiny Italian cowering in fear. His eyes were closed. How unusual.

"Ja, we should get in the plane now." whispered the German.

He took his albino brother and walked towards the gate.

"Hey, bro, normally you'd have pummelled the Italian punk. Are you ok?" His brother asked.

"Ja, lets just go find your friends."

They walked down the tunnel and into the plane. They walked back for a bit until they came to seats 25abc and 25def and were greeted by their two friends.

"Gilbert! Ludwig! Over here!"

"Francis! Toni! There you guys are! We were supposed to meet up at the restaurant!"

The French blond flipped his hair and replied, "You honestly expect us to eat that garbage? It's revolting!"

"Si, even I have higher standards than that." The green-eyed Spaniard agreed.

"It was the closest one to the gate! I can't promise you five star food everywhere we go!" Gilbert replied.

"Oui, but at least have the decency to get something other than fast food? There is always an overwhelming amount of grease! My palette simply cannot handle it!" The Frenchman retorted.

"What about Matthew's poutine? You love that, and it's muoy muoy greasy." responded Antonio.

"That's different. Matthew's family, and he can make some of the best food I've ever had! Remember his pancakes?" The Frenchman replied.

"Oh, yeah, he has such good food. It's a shame he moved to Canada." Gilbert said sadly.

Francis put his arm around his friend. "I know you two were close, but he had to move there for school."

Gilbert sighed, "I guess your right. Well, maybe in Cuba we'll find some hot chicks!"

The other two laughed.

"Gil, buddy, you do know that I'm gay, right?" Francis asked.

"Oh, yeah! Sorry Francis! I guess me and Toni will check out the chicks and you can gaze at the men. Most of them probably won't be gay though."

Francis sighed, "I know, but it's better than nothing!"

They both laughed uncontrollably. They were laughing so hard that they didn't notice Antonio gazing at the man a few seats up, the man with the peculiar curl...