Germany stopped as she was about to enter her Zeppelin, looking back at Britain's palace. She'd be back, and next time she wouldn't bother to be as kind as to change boots so her hobnails didn't ruin Britain's floor. Crossing her hands behind her back, Germany regretfully entered her Zeppelin and walked slowly to her cabin. It seemed Britain had forgotten his roots, back when he was the one ravaged by constant invasions, how he had managed to get out of muddy Europe to find his place under the Sun. Like France she had, certain of his own greatness, become an arrogant fool. Greatness did that to people and who knew, maybe it would be Germany's turn later.

As the craft took flight, her thoughts went back to the continent. Belgium. How honorable that he'd take such concern for her! Bah, with Britain one should never take anything at face value. This country was just a pawn Britain had set up to screw over Netherlands, France leaving it be only because she was scared to have an even longer border with Germany. The Kaiser ate Flandern for dinner during the middle ages, it was only destiny for little Belgium to come back to where she belonged. The words of Britain did echo in her mind however, this outrageous and coarse sailor being as polite as he ever was. Women really did only sleep with him for the money or maybe being an asshole was catchy for some people. This was why Germany preferred girls, they were so much more graceful, good thing her aunt Austria never lowered herself to sleeping with Britain. Germany was willing to bet he'd want though, with how large her... 'Alps' were, who wouldn't? No, no! She had just left that literal gutter of England, no need to get her mind in a figurative one.

Suddenly the humming of the motors that served as a background to her thoughts seemed to become sporadic and then quiet. "Achtung! Malfunction on starboard motor 2, I repeat, mechanical malfunction!" Gott, not again. Getting up from her seat, Germany quickly paced to the command room, entering to see some technicians rushing out and the captain looking at his maps. "Report!" She commanded with force. The captain turned around to salute her. "Fraulein Erika! We have suffered from minor a minor malfunction. Nothing serious, but the engine is out of reach, we'll need to land to repair... The wind is pushing us to the right as we advance, increasing motor speed to compensate would make us turn in circle. This is our current course." Germany walked to the map and found herself not able to look, due to her small size. "Captain, if you will." The bearded man closed his eyes and sighed before kneeling on the ground like a praying muslim, Germany stepping on his back to boost her stature and look at the map. At least she didn't have hobnails thought the captain. "Good, we'll fly above Belgium and land in Lothringia."

"Errr, Fraulein, if I may..." Germany raised an eyebrow and looked down at her pedestal. "We... should land in Belgium. If the winds change or suffer more malfunctions, we might crash or worst, land in France." Well, that wouldn't be good. "I guess it cannot be helped then... Fine, I'm sure Belgium won't mind. Land as soon as possible to do the repairs!"

[color=fff200][center][i][h1]Belgium's House[/h1][/i][/center][/color]

"Hey, Flandern! You don't mind if I stop an hour or two to repair my ride do you? Of course you don't!" Germany was standing in a doorframe of her Zeppelin as she screamed down at Belgium's house. Not like Belgium could do anything to stop her... no really, the Zeppelin had had other malfunctions as they drifted here, it wasn't going anywhere until it was repaired, Germany was stuck there until then no matter if Belgium wanted or not. Taking a rope in her hand, Germany jumped down as airmen tried to stop her, it was a two stories high jump! But Germany only slightly bent the knees as she touched the ground and braced the rope, sticking her heels in the ground as she did. The drift actually slowed as Germany was dragged a couple of centimeter, a moat of grass forming under her feet as she moved. Soon enough though, the sailors were low enough to jump down with their own ropes and stop the drift entirely. Well, hopefully Belgium didn't care about her garden because a dozen pair of German boots were trampling all over it. Better still than the couple of millions this land was destined to feel in a few years.

Seeing the situation was under control, Germany let go of her rope and left the job to the airmen, turning to look at Belgium's house before taking her off her cap to wipe her forehead from sweat. Technical malfunctions couldn't get in the way of her good mood though, this was a beautiful day and Britain had showed weakness!