Now then.

This is interesting.

The fact that these people believe that this is just a normal trip.

Ha...      What fools!

Ah, I can't lose it too much now...    Not at the opening ceremony...

One thing is certain though. They'll never know what hit them.

"AAAAAAAAAAAA-" I could feel my heart fluttering madly as I rushed onward. My legs were aching, my stamina was nearly depleted. That didn't matter at the moment though, I don't want to miss this bus!

...

I guess I should explain.

You see, I was just doing a bunch of boring old stuff, doing work, paying bills, Deja vu. When I heard a postman. That postman gave me an invitation for a trip, high up into the far mountains. Basically a free vacation, in a way. I'm not fully sure why I got it, since it didn't look like it was from anyone I knew. And yet here I am, two bags and a suitcase, charging at full speed to try and make it on this trip.

And just to clarify...      Meine name ist Germany. Guten tag.

Back to reality.

I started to slow down the immense pace my legs were going at as I got closer to the bus station, wheezing in relief to see no bus. However, I did see a large group of people. Around 40 in all.

"Oh? There's another one!"

"Interesujące..."

"Weird."

"Uh...    H-Halo?" I choked out, trying to catch my breath as if it were a basketball, the entire group looking at me.

"Hello there, chap!" One of them waved.

"Who are you...?" I asked.

"Well, I suppose it'd be good if we were to introduce ourselves...    C'mon lads! Say hello."

What followed was a quick montage of the entire party making their greetings.

"Morning chap. Name's Britain, great to meet you."

"Bonjour, you can call me France."

"Hola, mi amigo! My name is Spain, him over there is Portugal!"

"Hhh...    Yeah. Name's Portugal."

"Ello! My name's Italiano!"

"Denmark. Good morning."

"Dzień dobry, my name is Poland."

"Hello! I'm Belgium."

"...N-Netherlands."

"Luxembourg. Please don't get it wrong."

"Aye! My name is Ireland!"

"Iceland, at your service."

"Sweden. Heh."

"I'm Norway!"

"...Fin- *hic* -land."

"My name ist Austria."

"Hungary! Good to see you!"

"...Switzerland..."

"Andowwa!"

"Lichtenstein."

"San..   Marino!"

"May god bless you, I go by Vatican."

"Monaco, bubba!"

"My name is Czechia, my friend here is Slovakia."

"Slovenia...    You got it?"

"I'm Croatia! Howdy do?"

"Bosnia...    L-Leave me alone now, please.."

"Psh. Serbia."

"...K-Kosovo."

"Call me Montenegro."

"ALBANIA!!!"

"...Macedonia. Hello."

"My name is Greece. How are you?"

"Hello! I'm...    Malta?"

"Call...    Me...     Cyprus..."

"I'm Bulgaria, heehee!"

"Boo! Haha, I'm Romania!"

"...Shut up. It's Moldova."

"Hi, I'm Ukraine."

"Halo! I'm Belarus! Are you good? Do you need advice?"

"...My name is Russia."

"Estonia...    Sir..."

"You can call me Latvia."

"Heya! I'm Lithuania!"

"Wow...    There's a lot of you." I stuttered out, shocked.

"Yep. Including you, it's 46 in all." Croatia nodded.

"Well...    Glad to see I won't be alone." Ireland nodded.

And at that moment, we could hear a tour bus incoming. Soon, it pulled into the station, ready for us to board.

"...Shall we?" Belgium asked, as the whole party nodded. We started to load the bus with our bags. And after a while, all of our luggage had been stored, and all of us were in our seats.

We were ready.

Or at least, I thought that we were ready.

(Part one. Done. Hope you guys enjoyed it, more chapters will be out soon! See you soon.

~Oak-44)