Crash

4

"Ugh, Francis, what the devil are you doing here?" Arthur asked in disgust.

"Onhonhon, Arthur, mon ami, quelle coincidence!" Francis replied.

"Bloody hell, why you of all people?"

"Maybe it's fate, mon cher?" Francis asked sweetly.

"There's no such thing as fate. And stop speaking French! It's an idiotic language." Arthur snorted.

"French is the most romantic language in the world. C'est l'amour, black sheep!"

"I told you, don't call me that." Arthur whispered, trying to keep himself together. He was a gentleman, after all.

"Good day, Francis." Arthur said as he walked away.

"Au revior, Black Sheep!" Francis called after him, "Jeez, what a tightwad. Never relaxed that one."

"Yeah, plus he has that stupid accent. Why would you talk like that when you could sound awesome like me?" Gilbert replied.

"Antonio, mon ami, you have been very quiet. You ok?"

"Sì, I'm fine, but I've been staring at that hair curl a few seats up." Antonio replied.

"Oh yeah, that's the guy that called Ludwig a potato." Gilbert mentioned.

"Why are you staring, mon ami?" Francis asked.

"I- uh, the guy is, kinda good looking, I guess?" Antonio blushes.

Francis hollers and crushes his friend in a hug.

"I AM NOT THE ONLY GAY ONE!! I'M NOT THE ONLY GAY ONE!" Francis screeched to everyone in the plane.

A few old ladies looked at him with disgust, and most people just gave him the stink eye. Antonio saw the man with the curl turn around and snarl.

Antonio gave him an apologetic smile, but the man turned his head back to the front of the plane.

Lovino looked at his brother. He was sound asleep. He hoped that this would be a quiet plane ride, but then their third seat mate showed up. It was the German from before.

"What are you doing here, Potato Bastard?" Lovino snapped.

"I sit here. In the window seat." He replied.

"Ve~?" Feliciano started, waking up from his nap, "Oh, it's you! I remember you from earlier!"

Feliciano tried to stay calm, but this man was making him nervous. He was incredibly attractive.

"My name is Feliciano! What's yours?" He asks nervously.

"Ludwig." He responded.

"What an interesting name! Is it Dutch?"

"German." He responded.

"Oh, cool! Can I all you Luddy?" He asked hopefully.

"Ja."

"Yay! Luddy, do you like pasta?"

"I haven't tried it." He responded.

"Gasp! How have you never tried pasta before? I'll order some off the menu later when the flight attendant comes around! You'll love it!" Feliciano rambled.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is your Hero Captain speaking! Listen to me in my awesome hero voice! Your co-pilot today is my brother! We are flying to Cuba, and are going to take off! Please put in your seatbelts and hold on!" The pilot interrupted.

"Stupid American" Francis whispered.

They took off shakily, and almost immediately hit turbulence.

For the next few hours, Vash and Roderich caught up; Gilbert and Francis playfully tormented Elizabeta; Antonio stared at the man with the peculiar curl; Kiku had awkward conversations with his seat mates; Feliciano and Ludwig continued to chat; Arthur read a book; Yao watched Ivan; Tino entertained Berwald and Peter; and Lukas kept his eye on Cactus-hair.

It was a fine plane ride. Limited turbulence, good food, and friendly passengers.

But the pilots saw something ahead.

"Hey bro, what's that ahead?" Said the captain, Alfred Jones.

His brother Matthew, the co-pilot, responded, "I think that's a that's a thunderstorm."

"Dude, that's, like, totally rad! Let's go through! I wanna see what it's like!"

"Um, Alfred, that's a bit dangerous, eh?" Matthew replied cautiously.

"No probs, ma dude! That danger stuff is just Hollywood garbage!" Alfred responded.

"Ok, if you say so!" said Matthew.

"Ok, lets go!"

Hey babes I've decided to not write an authors note every chapter. This is ya girl Still-falling Angel telling you that I'm very excited about this fanfic. I've included all of my ships, and to tell all of their stories will take a while. So stay tuned for angst, fluff and ABSOLUTELY NO SMUT! I may imply smut, but I swear that I will not write smut. If you want smut, use that imagination and imagine what is happening.

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