The plane's flight was going very smoothly so far. Italy snoozing away and leaning on the German's shoulder, make his famous 'Ve' sound after every light snore. Germany didn't really mind the Italian leaning on him since he was use to it anyway. He turned his head to the small window, viewing the puffy white clouds and the golden sunset in the distance. They've been on the plane for at least five hours now and so far it has been very peaceful.
Italy and Germany were on their way to Egypt's place, since they all decided to have their world meeting there for once. But it was long way away so everyone either agreed to take their private planes or the train. Germany decided to take the plane and of course being best friends as they are, Italy tagged along as well.
Not much was going on though; Germany went back to his book he was reading and Italy was still leaning on him sound asleep.
Suddenly the two felt a little shake from beneath their seats. Then the plane started tilting side to side. Italy blinked his bleary eyes open from the sudden movement of the ride. Germany held on to the sides of his seat dropping his book in the process. The plane started bumping up and down.
" Ve! Germany, wh-what is going on?"
" We must heading into a storm. Just hang on."
They both looked out the window and there were only little puffs of cloud. There was no sign of a storm at all, so what is making the plane bump this way?
They looked at each other with that exact question running through their heads. And then in split second, the plane started to head down. Faster and faster they went, straight down the open sky. The plane engines shut off and they can hear winds whistling outside.
" GE-GERMAAANY!" Italy cried clinging on to his waste.
" HANG ON ITALY!"
Their eyes were closed shut and they hanged on tightly to their seats and each other. When it felt like they would be falling forever….
Then all that heard was water leaking in.