Remember Me: A Hetalia Fanfic

Chapter 3

Background:
So it's now the day of the meeting....
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Germany's POV:

I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock and checked the time, pressing the snooze button.

6:00 AM.

I went over to my dresser in search of running shorts and a plain T-shirt for my morning exercise. Once I found what I needed, I quickly brushed my teeth, got dressed, and put on a pair of sneakers. For breakfast, I ate a granola bar and drank some orange juice.

Prussia wasn't home. He had already taken a flight to America so that he could be prepared for the meeting. Lately, he had been acting strange, but I just shrugged it off. It was probably just nothing.

After that, I was out the door and running at a steady pace.

[A/N: I don't know, Germany just seems like the one that would be the morning jogger for training exercise or whatever, also the healthy eater (minus the beer). It's all in his personality.]

I looked at my watch after I finished my two mile run for the morning, and only about five minutes passed! That was a new record for me.

I continued running back home (yes, another two miles). It was 6:15 by the time I arrived.

I unlocked the door with my key and went to go drink some water, resisting the urge to take out a beer instead. It was an unhealthily nasty habit, with a lot of backstory towards it, which is a story for another time.

Ten minutes later, I went to go change into basic work clothing and came down with my briefcase. I grabbed my car keys and belongings, locking the house's door behind me.

Finally, I was on my way to the airport for the meeting taking place in America.

After arriving at the airport, paying for parking, showing them my ticket, and making it to the gate, I got hungry again and decided to go buy myself soem wurst.

I checked the time.

7:45 AM.

The plane should be boarding now..

I waited in line by the gate for the boarding, and checked my ticket, assuming I was simply at the wrong gate accidentally.

B-7.

I looked at which gate I was currently standing at, and it matched.

"Attention passengers at gate B-7 to New York, the flight has been delayed to 8:10. We're sorry for the inconvenience," the lady said over the intercom as she repeated herself in German, my native language.

I sighed, slightly annoyed that J wouldn't arrive at New York for a delayed amount of time.

It also seemed odd how the intercom lay hadn't stated a reason, but I still waited in line until they let us board at 8:00.

I was the first in line and handed them my ticket and passport. They took the ticket and ripped the bottom part off, handing the rest to me along with my passport and wishing me a safe flight.

My seat was a first-class window seat in the front of the plane. This flight was roughly 7 hours and 35 minutes to a regular person. For me, it would actually take shorter, much less than half the seven hours thirty-five minutes. I would be arriving at about 12:18. The meeting was at about roughly one, so I would be okay.

[A/N: Everyone will actually feel like the day is seemingly longer than what it is after the flight, to make up for the time on the plane that they weren't on for. They will think it's 3:45ish when they land. Nobody will figure it out except Germany.]