[CHAPTERFIC] You Can't Take the Sky From Me Chapter Twelve (Axis Powers Hetalia)
Title: You Can't Take the Sky From Me [FF.NET Chapter Twelve] [ Writing Journal Previous Chapters ]
Pairing: AmericaxEngland, PolandxLithuania, GermanyxItaly, SpainxRomano, Belarus---->Russia. Future pairings: GreecexJapan, HungaryxAustria, SwedenxFinland
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance/Humor/Drama/Action+Adventure/Alternate Universe
Word Count: 3.195
Summary: Ace Pilot America is on a mission for the World Military when a chance encounter with a group of Sky-Pirates leads him to team up with their captain, England, against a malevolent group that wants to fill the sky with zeppelins. [USxUK- Steampunk AU]
Chapter Summary: He ran toward the base, the pavement under his feet turning into grass as he made shortcuts through fields instead of sidewalk. The lights of the base served as a beacon, but they weren’t close enough. America had to get back to the hangar, had to radio England and make sure that--- oh God, they were already weakened. Dammit, I should have checked on them before now! “England is…” No, he refused to think about it, instead choosing to concentrate on not slipping in the damp grass.
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winku did more GORGEOUS art for this story. Do check it out HERE, and drop her a well deserved comment!
( I offer so much more. We could be married, and rule the skies together... )
Pairing: AmericaxEngland, PolandxLithuania, GermanyxItaly, SpainxRomano, Belarus---->Russia. Future pairings: GreecexJapan, HungaryxAustria, SwedenxFinland
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance/Humor/Drama/Action+Adventure/Alternate Universe
Word Count: 3.195
Summary: Ace Pilot America is on a mission for the World Military when a chance encounter with a group of Sky-Pirates leads him to team up with their captain, England, against a malevolent group that wants to fill the sky with zeppelins. [USxUK- Steampunk AU]
Chapter Summary: He ran toward the base, the pavement under his feet turning into grass as he made shortcuts through fields instead of sidewalk. The lights of the base served as a beacon, but they weren’t close enough. America had to get back to the hangar, had to radio England and make sure that--- oh God, they were already weakened. Dammit, I should have checked on them before now! “England is…” No, he refused to think about it, instead choosing to concentrate on not slipping in the damp grass.
Author's Note:
winku did more GORGEOUS art for this story. Do check it out HERE, and drop her a well deserved comment! ( I offer so much more. We could be married, and rule the skies together... )