Dare Devil

Chapter 17

Chapter 17

Matthew let out a long breath as he put the landing gear and flaps down and lined up with the runway.

"Are you sure everything's going to be okay?" Alfred asked nervously. "Is the gear going to hold up? Are we going to crash? Do you know what you're doing?"

"Alfie! Everything's going to be fine!" Matthew assured his brother. "I've only crashed once!"

"That's supposed to be comforting?!" America screeched.

"You really don't like landings do you?" Canada muttered dropping the plane lower until the wheels hit the ground and he started to break. The plane slowed to a taxiing speed and one of the flag men directed him toward the hangers. "See? Was that so bad?"

"Yes, I thought we were going to die." Alfred shivered.

"You're such a drama queen!" Matthew laughed.

"Hey, it’s not funny! I don't like landing, like you don't like the heat!" The American complained.

"I'm not terrified of the heat. I just don't like it." Canada smiled. "Are you like this on all planes?"

"Yes." America grumbled looking out the window and still hugging a very annoyed polar bear tightly. "Being in the sky is amazing! Flying like a hero, but landing just sucks!"

"What goes up must come down." Matthew smirked parking the plane, opening the cockpit and climbing out. Alfred handed Kuma down to Canada and shakily climbed out.

"Who are you?" Kuma asked.

Matthew bit his lip and groaned. America laughed. "Je m'appelle Canada."

"Does he speak French?" Alfred asked. Matthew shrugged. "Was that French?"

"Yep." Matthew smiled. "You suck at languages."

"I only need to speak one language and that's American!" Alfred declared punching the air. Matthew rolled his eyes.

"Come on, we need to check in." Matthew said locking his plane and pulling his brother with him to the office.

"Check in? To a hotel?" Alfred asked raising an eyebrow.

"No. Into the base. We have to let them know we're here so no one freaks out over an unauthorized person on the base." Matthew explained.

"So what are we doing here?" America asked running a hand through his hair.

"Training." Canada said. "How to deal with enemy aircraft and dogfights. I'm playing the enemy for the trainees."

"Can I go with you?" Alfred asked giving Matthew wide puppy dog eyes.

"Sure." The Canadian nodded. "I need a spotter anyways."

"What do they do?"

"What do you think they do Alfie?" Canada asked rolling his eyes.

"Spot things?"

"Exactly."

The two brothers walked into the administrative office. There were a lot of camouflaged clothed people sitting around. Most of them looked bored out of their minds. Canada let Alfred to one of the desks.

"Ah Matthew, your paper work is already done." The receptionist said with a smile. "Oh you brought a guest! He looks like you are you brothers?"

"He looks like me." Alfred emphasized the 'me.'

"Yes we are brothers and I'm older so you look like me." Matthew pointed out.

"By, like three days!" Alfred groaned. "You suck."

"Anyways,” The receptionist jumped in. "You know where your quarters are. Training starts at 10:00oc, but you're not needed until 11:00oc unless you want to sit in on the seminar."

Matthew nodded his thanks and led Alfred away. "Umm... Mattie? I just realized I didn't bring anything, but my suit and phone."

"That's fine." Matthew shrugged. "You can wear my stuff. It's mostly uniforms though."

"As long as it doesn't have a moose, goose, maple leaf or beaver on it, I'll be good."

AN: Boring chapter. Not much happened sorry! Updates might not be quick for a while; I'm busy with camp and cottage. Normally I've been four chapters ahead of the one I'm posting, but I'm down to one...