Everyone was seated on the plane sincerely wondering if this was such a good idea. But what was the harm in going to the burger eaters place I mean what could really go wrong? Now starting POVs
Russia's POV
I rode a taxi to the Moscow airport wondering why in the world I let myself do this. I didn't like America but honestly it would be incredibly fun to do something other than sit around in my office hiding from Belarus and feeling lonely. I finally made it to my incredibly large airport maneuvering expertly through the crowds. It wasn't that hard as I was incredibly large and scary so I made my way through quickly.
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I sat on this plane feeling slightly sick and tired after all I had never liked planes or heights in general so I fell into an uneasy sleep wondering what awaited me at Americas.
England's POV
I sat in the cab of the taxi wondering why the bloody hell I agreed to this. I still loved America after all he was my little brother but I still had wounds and honestly I was worried about how messy Americas house would be. Approaching my seat I began wondering how much cleaning I would have to do. I honestly thought his house would probably be a studio apartment and he would make us all sleep together. I shuddered at the thought and just decided to go to sleep.
France's POV
I was in a plane on the way to America wondering if I would be able to get ANY fine cuisine after all everyone knew how disgusting and greasy Americas food was. I shivered wondering what disgusting things he would feed me. I was even a little scared that I wouldn't get decent alcohol. I decided to ignore and continued to stare at my gorgeus face in the mirror until I fell fast asleep dreaming about good food.
China's POV
I was in beijings airport trying to make my way through the crowds. I finally made it to my plane wondering if I was going to ACTUALLY go to America. I knew that It would be a great tourism opportunity but I was honestly terrified that there would not be a china town any where near where America stayed! Would I even be able to get good Chinese food, aru? Oh we'll never knock it till you try it as America would say. I just fell asleep and smiled that everything in Americas house was probably made in China.
Germany POV
I was still so very mad at America for helping to beat the axis in world war 2. I was mad at all of them for making Italy cry and Japan scream in agony. I wanted to make them pay. But that is over and done so I just decided to get on my plane and ignore my feelings. I sat in the plane watching my precious city of Berlin shrink as my plane lifted off wondering if my neat freak symptoms would show when I went to Americas. I fell into an uneasy sleep wondering what I would have to do to get some wurst...
Italy's POV
I was hungry and all I could think about was pasta but I promised mr America that I would go and stay at his house with Germany and the others so I boarded a plane in Venice and was about to fall asleep when suddenly I had a horrible thought. What if America didn't have pasta!?!? I told myself to calm down and that America had to have pasta. Even Germany had pasta! I fell asleep dreaming of pasta and doitsu and wondering how wonderful mr Americas house would be.
Japan's POV
I walked through the Tokyo airport honestly feeling a bit frightened at what lay ahead of me. I frowned and wondered if I would be able to get any sushi or anything in America. But nonetheless this would be an amazing cultural experience and I should embrace it instead of worrying but I was worried about how close out proximity would be  because America didn't seem to have that much respect for personal space. I normally don't sleep on planes but all the worrying and commotion had exhausted me so I fell asleep.
I hope you are happy because it took FOREVER to write this chapter!