Antonio lead the two italians to a jet. It was jet black with a red propeller. He grinned and unlocked the door to the jet, motioning the brothers to go inside. When neither one made a move, the spanish man sighed. "You two really love shirking your missons dont you." He smirked. "Ah well~ I guess I'll have to go without you." What a shame~." The brothers gave each other a look and romano finally gave in. "Fine. We're-a in." He climbed aboard while his brother just stood there. His face was white, and his knees trembling slightly. "Oy Feli!" Romano called. "Arent you coming?" Back at the front of the plane Antonio was already at the controls. "Now which one of these is the lever that makes it go.." He mumbled. Romano glared, a new urgency in his voice. "Feliciano hurry!!" The younger italian ignored him, his fear of heights keeping him stuck to the ground. "Ah!" Antonio exclaimed. "I know which one now!" He pushed the start button, and fliped the fuel on, making the plane engines start. Romano noticed this, his urrgency from ealier now turning into fear that his brother would be left behind. "Little brother!" Romano's call grew frantic, making the younger italian finally snap out of it. Though it was too late. The plane had already begun to move forward, giving Romano's brother a turn to be frantic. "Wait Antonio!" Romano called to the clueless piolet. The Spanish man was too far away to hear, all of his focas set on the complicated plane contols. The older italian had to do something fast or else his fear from earlier would become the real deal.
End of Chap 4
