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Title: You Can't Take the Sky From Me [FF.NET LINK]
Pairing: AmericaxEngland, GermanyxItaly, future pairings: PolandxLithuania, GreecexJapan, HungaryxAustria, SwedenxFinland, SpainxRomano, Belarus--->Russia
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance/Humor/Drama/Action+Adventure/Alternate Universe
Word Count: 2,779
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]
Note: Pretty much every character in the series is in this. Omygod I can't believe I'm writing this. abarero, this is your fault. Anyway, Hetalia chapter fic? The Kosmider has a slogan that I tried to do in Russian. If the Russian is incorrect, please do correct me. It would be so appreciated. Thanks kirarakim! If anything else is incorrect (I use a lot of non-English words for continents, oceans, etc), same.


The large fans in the hangar were loud enough to almost conceal the exuberant footsteps that pounded against the concrete. America was practically bubbling over with enthusiasm as he shoved a piece of paper into his comrades’ faces. “I knew it. I knew I’d get it eventually!” he yelled in delight, wrapping his arms around the shoulders of two of them.

“What is it Lieutenant Jones?” asked the black-haired young man under America’s left arm.

He laughed, his grin growing. “Japan. I told you not to call me that. Just America, no lieutenant. And besides it’s captain now.” He paused and squeezed his arms around the pair a little tighter, before turning to the blond next to him and pointing to the double barred insignia now pinned on his chest. “That’s right Canada. You get to be the right hand man to a captain now!”

Canada smiled weakly, pleased for America but worried that his new assignment might bring a whole load of unpleasant work for the aero-engineer.

Japan was busy politely congratulating his new captain when France finally piped in. He was standing across from the trio, hands on his hips and bomber jacket slung over his shoulder. “Congratulations, ace pilot.” He walked toward them and shrugged. “Although it would be nice if the Aviation Force awarded ranks based on more than just flight skill.”

America clenched his fist, wadding the paper up between his fingers, and removed his arms from the shoulders of Japan and Canada. “Fuck off, France. You’ve seen my stats. You know how many missions I’ve lead and my rate of success. I’m not just some rookie pilot who got lucky.” He pointed his finger and beamed. “I’m a hero!”

France sighed and shook his head. “Fair enough. Congratulations.” He placed his hand on America’s chest and smirked. “But being your subordinate doesn’t mean I’m going to start asking permission for… you know.” He spun his finger in a circle across America’s shirt. The younger man slapped his hand away and cringed.

“Pervert. You’ve been my subordinate since you joined this unit, and I’ve never let you do that crap.”

Japan glanced to Canada and sighed. “I think that nothing much is going to change here.”

“Probably not.”

America had stopped arguing with France and was now perusing the hangar. It contained his plane, an Aeronaut-7300 produced by the Aquila branch of the Worldwide Military. Aquila was America’s home continent, and every pilot, although not required, generally wanted a plane from their respective part of the world. Japan’s prized plane came from Tsuru and France’s came from the La Poule peninsula in Habicht. The Worldwide Military was exactly that, a military encompassing all nations of the world who wished to be a part of it. It had been established a century before, and after years of struggle, had settled into a groove and proven to be quite an efficient idea. From Ho-Rang-Eee in the south to Fálki in the far north, the military’s forces spread across the globe, dozens of independent governments, states, provinces, and continents, working together for a common cause. America and Canada both heralded from Aquila, the continent that held the military base they were currently occupying.

America’s biplane was his pride and his joy, and he treated it as such. No one was allowed to touch it except for Canada, who worked in the hangar as a mechanic. He patted his plane on the nose, as if thanking it for helping him achieve his captainship, then turned back to the group. “We’ve got a major from the umm… the…” he scratched his head and pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket, “the Mid-Northern Passage coming. He’s here to talk about a mission we’ll be collaborating on next week.”

Japan nodded, sitting down at a table and resting his head on his hand. “I’ll do my best to make the mission a success.”

America sat down next to him, putting his hands behind his head and propping his legs up on the table. “Heh. As if I have to worry about you not doing your best, Japan.” He leered at France as the third member of the team joined them. “It’s him I’m more worried about.”

“France is a good pilot,” Japan pointed out.

“But he’s so easily distracted.” America rolled his eyes, pointedly getting revenge for France’s earlier comments. “If you know what I mean.”

“Who doesn’t?” France quipped. Canada, who had slipped out a few minutes earlier, came rushing back into the hangar panting.

“The two officers are here now.” He sat down himself. It wasn’t protocol to let a mechanic sit in at a military meeting, and in fact America thought he might get in trouble for it if anyone found out. But it was Canada, and Canada was as much a part of their team as anyone else. He never told him to leave the table.

As the two officers entered the hangar, America contemplated taking his feet off the table for a moment. He decided against it.

“Hellooo!” came the bright voice of the officer who was trailing behind. He was wide-eyed and vivacious, with reddish brown hair and an enthusiastic smile. This was in direct contrast to the man walking in front of him at a brisk pace, his expression stoic.

“Yo.” America waved, leaning back in his chair so it tipped up off the ground.

“You’re going to fall over,” Canada fretted. America ignored him.

The two officers and saluted and then sat down on America’s request. He introduced them to his team and they returned the favor.

“Major Germany---“

“And I’m Second Lieutenant Vargas, but you can just call me Veneziano!” the other soldier interrupted, practically bouncing in his chair.

“My, my aren’t you exuberant,” France commented with a wink. Japan cleared his throat.

“Next Wednesday we’ll be collaborating on a reconnaissance mission on the Medved side of the mouth of the Mid-Northern Passage. We’ve received intelligence that the Kosmider may be headquartered there,” Germany explained.

America blinked. “Now what exactly is the Kosmider?”

“Shouldn’t a newly minted captain know such things?” France sighed.

Germany frowned. “Actually it’s a fair question. The Kosmider is an uprising on the Medved continent, but we have little information on any specifics. Nothing on their leaders or their members, even. There have been attacks on sky-pirate ships, and they travel in zeppelins. It’s a huge mystery, hence the reconnaissance.” He rested his elbows on the table. “Their slogan is My Vlasteliny Nebes--- We Own the Sky.”

“Since when did the military care about fights between sky-pirates?” America inquired. “As long as they keep it amongst themselves, they can fight all they want, right?”

“It’s true that we rarely get involved in the affairs of sky-pirates. What they do is hardly legal as is,” Germany agreed.

Japan’s mouth formed a tight line. “But the World Military lets a lot slide with them, since thieving is a matter best left to local law enforcement. The sky-pirates are a dying breed. There’s less than ten substantial crews left in the world’s skies. Why would anyone even bother taking them out?”

It was then that Veneziano piped up, his expression nervous. “Umm… my brother is part of the Nuberu Pirates,” he explained, wary of revealing this information to military personnel, “and he told me it’s been merchant ships as well. Merchant ships blown out of the sky, and sky-pirates have had to do a lot of the rescuing.”

“Why have we not heard about this?” America kicked his feet back onto the ground. “That’s something we should know!”

“Military is trying to keep it secret because they don’t want people to panic, I imagine,” France reasoned.

Germany nodded. “If people think it’s just sky-pirates under attack, the general public won’t bat an eye. Pirate squabbles are just a part of the game.”

America slammed his hands on the table. “That’s terrible! We can’t let them continue to go after innocent merchant ships like that. This sounds like a reconnaissance job for a hero!”

The major leaned over to Canada, who had been hitherto quiet. “Is he always like this?” Canada just nodded.
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The mission was to begin at six ‘o’ clock military time the next Wednesday morning. Germany and Veneziano’s unit would be covering the ground aspect of the mission, and America’s unit would come in from the air.

It was Friday evening and America had been given the duty of doing flyovers around the mouth of the Mid-Northern Passage. He was to fly across the Ao-Jun Ocean and arrive in Medved on Saturday afternoon. Canada had given his plane a thorough check before allowing him to be sent off, chiding America for how his reckless flying wore down the machine. “No one in the world has a more expensive plane than you America, I swear.”

America, as usual, ignored Canada’s complaints. He didn’t care how much it cost to keep his plane alive and well, he loved the freedom of flying too much to fly ‘safely’ as Canada had asked. He put one of his many records in the miniature record player he’d had installed in the plane. The records were small, about twelve centimeters wide, and the needle sometimes jiggled in flight and caused them to skip. But it was a minor annoyance. When America was on a mission by himself, silence unnerved him. A few hours into the flight and about twenty loop-de-loop stunts later, America checked the fob watch he kept tied to his belt. The front glass was cracked, but the time piece still worked. It was a few minutes after midnight.

He nosedived and flew upwards at an insane speed, relishing in the thrill of it, then doing it again for good measure. His latest record ended, and he switched it out for another one. He paused for a few minutes in his shenanigans to drink a cola and eat a burger he’d brought along, watching the midnight star bright sky as he did so. The stars felt close enough to touch at two thousand meters up in the sky, and he watched them as he munched on his late dinner. A down-tempo song came on his record, and he started to think to himself about how this was his first official mission as a captain. America earned his pilot license on his own at seventeen and jumped at the chance to join the Aviation Force as soon as he graduated school at eighteen. But as America was just now twenty-one, this meant he’d only been there for three years. He was young, he was an ace pilot, but damned if he didn’t know he was good at what he did. And he was fiercely protective of any soldiers under his command. America was unable to understand why France, or anyone, would be bitter about his assignment. He thought back on his early months in the Aviation Force. He’d had a lot of good friends, but as he’d risen through the ranks and been awarded esteem upon esteem, they’d almost all become acquaintances and his friends dwindled down to just Canada, Japan, and France. He frowned and rubbed his nose between his glasses. Maybe they just couldn’t handle my awesome, he told himself, not entirely convinced.

When he finished his dinner and his late-night contemplations, he was about 1,300 kilometers from Aquila and a thousand kilometers away from Luong, the island continent in the middle of the Ao-Jun Ocean. That’s when he noticed something wrong with the plane. There was a slight rattle, which was worrisome enough. But the snap that came next got America reaching for his parachute. It came down from near the steam-powered engine, and almost, instantly, the plane began swerving wildly and falling.

America reached for his radio and shouted ‘Mayday’ and his coordinates, but he knew he was too far from anyone to garner attention. He cursed and toyed with the controls, slamming the record player off in the middle of doing so. Attaining temporary steadiness, he breathed a sigh of a moment’s relief. He was going to crash, but maybe he could ease down slowly enough to save the plane. He began his descent.

In the near distance he made out a sight that had become unusual within the past twenty or so years, certainly they were already declining by the time America was born. It was a sky-pirate ship. Too dark to make out any colors or details, but he surveyed the huge sails that billowed in the high altitude sky. He could almost hear the loud steam engines that powered the ship from where he was. America had a crazy idea. He picked up his radio and called out again, hoping that the nearby ship would pick up his frequency. “Request permission to land on your ship,” he relayed. “No legal action will be taken against your ship. This is a Code…” he paused to remember the number, “4472, meaning that umm… it’s a neutral landing. I just need to make repairs.”

He waited in the silence, the only sound being the distant steam engines and the rattle of his plane. Dammit. The plane was descending faster now, and he pulled up again, as much as was possible. “Is there anyone there?” A sudden terrifying idea struck America. Perhaps it was a ghost ship? People he knew had always laughed at him for it, but America was cripplingly terrified of the supernatural. Although he’d come to love it more than anything in the end, he was initially too scared to fly the first time as a child because he’d heard stories of phantom pirate ships in the sky. His stomach lurched and his heart sped up. He’d wasted time contacting the ship, and there was no way he could keep it up long enough to make a smooth landing in the ocean.

With wide eyes and a gulp, America began to shakily maneuver himself toward the ship. Its mast came into view, the sails red and white with blue flags scattered about. There were gas lights lit, but there was enough of a fog around the ship to mute them. So eerie. He grimaced, nearly paralyzed with fear as he landed as gently as he could on the deck of the ship.

He stopped the dying engine and stepped out of the plane as silently as he could manage, as if one wrong step would wake the dead. The deck appeared completely empty, so America tentatively opened the plane and took a peek at the engine damage. Before exiting, he grabbed a flashtorch from a compartment in his cockpit; he was using that now to survey the extent of the problem. There was a snapped belt, that much was obvious. He’d snapped this belt before, but it had never caused the plane to completely flip out as it had this time. He pulled back, wiping grease off his face and pulling his aviator hat tighter over his ears. The night sky was chilly. He turned back to the engine.

He didn’t notice the footsteps on the deck, so intent was he on investigating the engine, and so insistent was he on pretending nothing could be wrong with this ship. They’re just asleep, that’s it.

But when he felt the cold steel of a sword’s blade at his throat, he couldn’t help noticing the presence of someone else. America’s heart leapt into his throat, half expecting to turn around and see a mass of decaying flesh that had formerly been a pirate or some kind of sinister skeleton. Slowly, he turned his head, careful not to let the blade cut his neck.

It was not a zombie or a skeleton his eyes met with, but a young man, scarcely older than him and quite a bit shorter. He was wearing a pair of striped pajamas, and over them, a blue and red pirate coat with gold embellishments and a blue plumed hat that looked rather ridiculous with the pajamas. It was sideways, as if he’d pulled it all on in a hurry. His hair was sandy blond and short, and green eyes glared at him underneath thick, furrowed, angry eyebrows. It was a precision sharp rapier pointed at his neck, which he’d presumably just pulled from the belt that hung over his pajama pants.

“I thought you aviator military scum knew to stay the hell off of my ship,” the pirate spat, venom in his voice.

America breathed a sigh of relief and smiled. “Oh good. I was so afraid you were a ghost!”

Comments

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mean_fangirl
Mar. 2nd, 2009 03:15 pm (UTC)
Nice fic! Though I'm pretty sure America would have wanted to go in and attack a pirate, he's the hero! ^_^
haro
Mar. 2nd, 2009 05:45 pm (UTC)
Of course he does, and they'll be some of that in the next chapter. But unfortunately he was falling to his death so... XDDD And the relationship between the sky-pirates and the military in this 'verse is a bit unique, which we'll discover more about later.

Edited at 2009-03-02 05:47 pm (UTC)
twistedsheets10
Mar. 2nd, 2009 04:00 pm (UTC)
Oh wow, a HETALIA Steampunk AU. I'm quite excited! XD
haro
Mar. 5th, 2009 02:58 am (UTC)
Thank you!
abarero
Mar. 2nd, 2009 04:29 pm (UTC)
There are three things story wise that make me very happy: Steampunk, well-written pirate AUs and Hetalia fic. So since this combines all three of those, needless to say I am downright ecstatic.

But this fic is going to be EPIC. You've somehow, even though they aren't nation-tans, managed to make the characters seem...larger than life. The characters are all awesomely IC and the interrelationships so far are priceless. Poor Canada, always getting dragged around by America; but America being kind of nice to him for once and not kicking him out of the meeting. And snarky!France who is so just peeved because he slept around in hopes to get that Captain position but is still sort of happy for his sort-of-friend deep down. Oh and Japan being the sane one of the bunch XD

Germany and Italy were great for their brief part in this chapter and I'm really interested to see how some of the plot points they dropped are going to play out (Pirate!Romano~~?)

As for the later part with America- guhhh, you captured him so well in this. His hero-nature, the aviator love of the skies, and (poor America) his fear of ghost ships. You know it had to be tough for him to not only think his precious plane is about to crash but that he'd have to let some unheroic pirates get a free-pass so he could land there safely. I have a feeling he won't be as pardoning of Pirate!England's unheroic deeds in the future though... XD

And speaking of England... I died laughing at his oh-so threatening Pirate-in-pyjamas ensemble. Oh England, you dork! Of course, America has to go and out-dork him in the priceless last line.

Needless to say: ILUSOMUCH for this and I really, honestly, am very eagerly awaiting the next chapter. Like if I was meaner, I'd try and make you write it tonight XD ♥
shinigami39
Mar. 2nd, 2009 06:12 pm (UTC)
I remember saying before that I'm going to stalk you for more UK/US/UK fic... And I'm here again hahaha 8D I find this to be really good. I love the amount of details, the way you weave the story, and, and, I really like how you showed the characters' relationships.

And of course, pirate!England = !!!

That last line was so America XDD

I'm looking forward to reading more from this universe, since I think that this has the potential of turning into something really EPIC
haro
Mar. 5th, 2009 02:59 am (UTC)
Thanks a lot for the comment. I'm really glad you enjoyed it!

And yes, who doesn't love pirate!England?

I hope to make it epic. ;)
_keepthebeat
Mar. 2nd, 2009 07:25 pm (UTC)
Aasfkldfhj. I love crazy AUs and this one looks like's it's going to be so much fun.

♥ ♥ Can't wait for more!
haro
Mar. 5th, 2009 03:00 am (UTC)
I have a soft-spot for crazy AUs too. Thanks. XDD

Can't wait for more!

I updated today, actually!

Edited at 2009-03-05 03:09 am (UTC)
mayurasan
Mar. 2nd, 2009 07:57 pm (UTC)
Sounds good so far ^^ I really like the way you've written the characters. Would you mind if I drew a few images from the opening scene of this?
haro
Mar. 2nd, 2009 11:39 pm (UTC)
I would LOVE some fanart! Would you mind if I told you what they're wearing in the beginning of the chapter? It's nothing elaborate.

Edited at 2009-03-02 11:39 pm (UTC)
mayurasan
Mar. 3rd, 2009 01:18 am (UTC)
Yes, please do tell me. I was picturing America with his bomber jacket still (love that thing ^^) but not so sure about the others.

haro
Mar. 4th, 2009 09:53 pm (UTC)
America, France, and Japan are wearing standard white collared long sleeved shirts and vests and ties over them in a color of their choice. France's is blue (as per his uniform in canon) and his tie is lavender, America's vest is tan and his tie is dark green, Japan's vest is silver-gray and his tie is black. They all have tall black boots. Canada is just wearing your kind of standard mechanic outfit (loose shirt, loose pants) in light army green with a white shirt under it. America's bomber jacket is the one he has in canon, Japan's is black with the fur in white, and France's is off-white with the fur in blue. And if you need Germany and Italy, let me know.

And this probably way more detail than you need, but I was sort of writing it out for myself as well, so that works. XD



Edited at 2009-03-05 03:43 am (UTC)
mayurasan
Mar. 5th, 2009 06:28 am (UTC)
No, no, detail is great! I'm gonna get started on this now =D I hope that you like what I come up with.
dochii
Mar. 2nd, 2009 09:29 pm (UTC)
FUCK ME WITH A STICK
IGNORE MY LAST COMMENT, I HAD ONLY SKIM READ THROUGH AT FIRST(I HAVE NOT SLEPT SINCE 3 PM YESTERDAY).

I had a big OIC moment, so other than U R AWSUM, ignore my retarded ass.
haro
Mar. 5th, 2009 03:01 am (UTC)
Re: FUCK ME WITH A STICK
LOLOL it's okay. Thanks a lot for the comment!~

Edited at 2009-03-05 03:08 am (UTC)
pantstacular
Mar. 2nd, 2009 10:17 pm (UTC)
Oh.My.God. This is awesome! What a fantastic way to start off something like this. I love the idea, and you really are making it work. I love the humor, but I love the way you have a large array of emotions and such. Plus I love how you have the different interactions between the characters. I thought they where spot on and poor Canada. ♥

You win at life for doing this. More please? ;-;
kayzok
Mar. 2nd, 2009 11:27 pm (UTC)
this is absolute win! i love the humor and the whole flying bit (i love planes).
i cannot wait for the next chapter; especially if it is as good as this!
haro
Mar. 5th, 2009 03:02 am (UTC)
Thanks a lot! Yeah I figured America, judging by his history (and the fact that he wears a bomber jacket all the time), probably REALLY loves aviation. :)

I actually updated today!
dropsofgleam
Mar. 3rd, 2009 12:17 am (UTC)
Just as good as I thought it would be. =D
haro
Mar. 5th, 2009 03:03 am (UTC)
Thank youuu. ♥
ariante
Mar. 3rd, 2009 12:52 am (UTC)
Ohh, this is really interesting. I'm really looking forward to more!!!
haro
Mar. 5th, 2009 03:04 am (UTC)
I just updated, actually. XD And thanks a lot!
a_white_rain
Mar. 3rd, 2009 12:58 am (UTC)
“I thought you aviator military scum knew to stay the hell off of my ship,” the pirate spat, venom in his voice.

America breathed a sigh of relief and smiled. “Oh good. I was so afraid you were a ghost!”

YOU CAN FEEL THE LOVE CAN'T YOU.

oh god this may be my new favorite thing in the world.
haro
Mar. 5th, 2009 03:04 am (UTC)
YOU CAN TOTALLY FEEL THE LOVE.

Thanks!
shadowgarnet
Mar. 3rd, 2009 06:15 am (UTC)
I can't wait to read more!!

I adore AUs, and as unfortunate as it may be, it's rare to find well written ones [not to mention ones that make sense at that, too].

The whole idea of this is lovely and this one chapter, as well as the teasing ending, leaves me in want- nay, NEED to read the continuation.

I'll definitely be looking out for this story!
haro
Mar. 5th, 2009 03:05 am (UTC)
Thanks so much for the comment!

I am glad to be filling some of the need for AU fic. :)
caruchdi
Mar. 3rd, 2009 08:58 am (UTC)
I reviewed this on FF,Net already, but I love it so much I just have to review it again.

You did so much justice to the whole steampunk thing, and I love how you characterised everyone.
It's hard to get the personalities in an AU right sometimes, but everyone here is just perfect.

I really hope to see more of this.
haro
Mar. 5th, 2009 03:07 am (UTC)
You reviewed in both places? That's... really, really awesome of you. *_*

And thanks so much for the comment. I am glad I was able to do steampunk well enough and that you felt the characters were IC.


I actually updated the fic today. :)
hyper_euphoria
Mar. 4th, 2009 04:07 am (UTC)
WOW, this is fantastic! I can't stop reading this over and over again~. Epic AU! I can't wait for more~.
haro
Mar. 5th, 2009 03:07 am (UTC)
So glad you're enjoying it!

I can't wait for more~.

Just updated! XD
sakuratsukikage
May. 22nd, 2009 07:10 am (UTC)
Sorry for the late review, just found my way in here from the Hetalia comm, and thought I'd go back to the beginning and tell you what I think of your fic, which is pretty much highly condensed awesome.

So, starting off at the beginning. Well, first of, your title is win. Seriously. And it really fits the fic, too, which is impressive. What with England, and all that. I never thought I'd see thematic links between England and Mal Reynolds, but there you are ;).

The large fans in the hangar were loud enough to almost conceal the exuberant footsteps that pounded against the concrete. America was practically bubbling over with enthusiasm as he shoved a piece of paper into his comrades’ faces. “I knew it; I knew I’d get it eventually!” He yelled in delight, wrapping his arms around the shoulders of two of them.

This is a great opening, evocative of both character and setting. And I love your America characterization in this fic. It's . . . dare I say it . . . awesome. He's both believable as a fighter pilot and believably naive (and I have to admit I love fighter pilot!America to a ridiculous extent), with the perfect balance of bravery and foolishness, and he's both the America that exists in your steampunk universe and recognizable as the America from the series, which is really an impressive accomplishment.

All the world-building you've done here is really amazing. The world you created is really just perfect for this story, and really quite believable, which is great (I'm always a sucker for good world-building). And of course America became a pilot at seventeen. Of course XD. And America and his plane. ♥ I really like what you're doing with the World Military crew, and Canada is adorable. As usual.

I love that America is afraid that it might be a ghost ship, of all things, and that his fear of the supernatural almost-not-quite kept him from flying. And then he's so relieved that England's not a ghost that he's not even scared. Oh, America.

Which brings me to England! In his pajamas! With his pirate hat on crooked and his coat and . . . oh man. ♥ ♥ ♥


It was not a zombie or a skeleton his eyes met with, but a young man, scarcely older than him and quite a bit shorter. He was wearing a pair of striped pajamas, and over it, a blue and red pirate coat with gold embellishments, and a blue plumed hat that looked rather ridiculous with the pajamas. It was sideways, as if he’d pulled it all on in a hurry. His hair was sandy blonde and short, and green eyes glared at him underneath thick, furrowed, angry eyebrows. It was a precision sharp rapier pointed at his neck, which he’d presumably just pulled from the belt that hung over his pajama pants.

“I thought you aviator military scum knew to stay the hell off of my ship,” the pirate spat, venom in his voice.


What an amazing introduction. I'm not sure what I love best about this fic, the America characterization, the England characterization, your world-building, or the way they interact. I just can't choose!

So, yes. I'm really enjoying this. Great job, and don't stop writing! (I'd cry. ^_^) I've really started looking forward to this fic!
haro
May. 25th, 2009 01:54 am (UTC)
Firstly I want to thank you so much for these replies. They are some of the loveliest reviews I have ever received for a story in any fandom. It means A LOT to me.

Weirdly I didn't make any correlation between England and Mal when I started writing, but as the story's gone on I can see the similarities.

Your comments on America's characterization were especially appreciated. I have to admit that (due to various reasons), I'd been feeling a bit awkward with the way I'd characterized him. You managed to nail down exactly what I'm going for with his character, so that's a huge relief. It means I'm getting it across.

Same goes with the world-building. Thank you. And yes, America did not waste time in chasing his dream. ;)

Again, gah... thank you SO MUCH. ♥ ♥

Edited at 2009-05-25 01:55 am (UTC)
sakuratsukikage
May. 25th, 2009 02:02 am (UTC)
Well, actually, I'm not done yet. ^_^ I was planning to do one for every chapter, but I've been apartment-hunting this weekend, so I haven't had time. ^^; I'll be back, though!

They aren't that similar in personality, so I can see not thinking of it--it's the situation that's similar? Which is . . . really interesting, and I like it.

Thank you! I'm really enjoying America's characterization in this fic. I can see how it would be a challenge, an especially difficult balancing act, but as far as I'm seeing it, you're doing a great job, and you're definitely getting it across.

I have a weakness for world-building, especially in fanfic.

And you're very welcome! It's not every day I come across a fanfic I enjoy this much, and I know how much I value reviews as a writer, so I like to make sure the fic-writers I enjoy know how much I'm appreciating their work. Keep writing! I'll keep reading ^^.

haro
May. 27th, 2009 04:32 am (UTC)
Ahh, that's so awesome of you.

I can definitely see the similarities in their (Mal and England's) situations.

Thanks so much again!
loxaris
Aug. 28th, 2009 12:54 am (UTC)
Now I know that this is totally gonna be a tl;dr comment
Oh Jesus. I told you I still had to read this piece of yours and, for some reason, I felt like taking a break from all the things I have to do to start reading it tonight.

I...I don't even know where to start. I feel a bit tense because probably my comment will end up being a big quote of what abarero and sakuratsukikage have already stated. But man, I love this story so much!

I promise you I was on the verge of tears more than a couple of times while reading this. Because I was happy. And I equally promise you that I've never cried from happiness in my whole life. Now I'm sure it will definitely happen as I keep reading.

You managed to put in this all the things I currently love the most in the world: steampunk (something that has fascineted me since forever), aviator!America, pirate!England. Or steampunk, pirates and aviators AU, Hetalia and BL, if you prefer. Plus excellent humor - and drama, romance, more adventures in the future! You can't imagine to what extent this makes me love your story. Which is, dare I say, an incredibly written one, for the little English I know. I'm in Paradise.

I have no idea of where to start to tell you what I love about your writing.

The input - I rarely find such good ones. It's like it was the one of a film - quick, but not too much, just perfect in its pace. A rapid glimpse on the setting and then America pops up, unmistakable even in the wonderful world you've created.

The characters - the love. Even though they are not nation-tans anymore you managed to keep them all awesomely in character, which is utterly impressive.
I love your so proud, exuberant America, who got his pilote license only at seventeen because we all understood that the sky it's just a part of him, it flows in his veins, he couldn't live without it. Still, when he was little he was so afraid of ghost ships that he wouldn't want to fly. Which is so cute, and so perfectly like him. You managed to make him look both heroic and naive, and gave the reader a complete picture of his personality in only one chapter without forcing anything, which is a very big achievement.
I love your Canada, so kind and somewhat timid.
I love your Japan, so stoic and reasonable.
I love your France, so much...France. XD
I love your Germany and Italy as well, both very faithful to themselves.
I love your pirate!Romano, even if we still didn't meet him. But the only idea of him being a pirate under Spain's command is awesome.

The interactions between the characters - perfect. I can't think of any other word.

England. You know, he's my favourite character ever (not only in Hetalia), I love him so much it's ridiculous. His introduction was so marvellous I lack the words to express it. His outfit, his talking, his arrogance, his pride (he did pay attention to take his coat and hat before coming out after all)...and America's relief when he sees he's not a ghost, which ends up in that destructively priceless last line - I love you.

One small thing of this that contributed to fill my heart with joy a little more was the name you gave to America and Canada's homeland. Aquila - the Italian word for 'eagle'. I bow to your genius.
The only other name I was able to recognize was the one of France's peninsula, La Poule. Which made me laugh a bit, I confess. XD
I also wondered if Kiku's Tsuru came from a Japanese word (鶴?). I'd like to know more languages to understand the other ones as well. <3

In summary: I'm a sap, I think too hard about what I read and I say 'I love' a little too much.
I wish I was able to do something to repay you for writing and sharing this beautiful work of yours like some others did, but unfortunately I can't draw, my music knowledge is pitiable and I'm still unable to write readable fanfictions in English (and it takes me way too long to finish them anyway). So starting now, I'll be lesbian for you. Do whatever you like of me.

And now, if you will excuse me, I'll go read some more. I promise I will leave a comment to each chapter - even if only "it's wonderful, I love this so much! ;w;" 'cause I absolutely need to remind you of how much in love I am with this every time I can.
haro
Sep. 19th, 2009 12:15 am (UTC)
Re: Now I know that this is totally gonna be a tl;dr comment
Ah wow, this comment is... amazing. *.*

I hope you enjoyed the following chapters, if you've gotten a chance to read them yet!

I promise you I was on the verge of tears more than a couple of times while reading this.

Oh wow really? *blush*

You can't imagine to what extent this makes me love your story. Which is, dare I say, an incredibly written one, for the little English I know. I'm in Paradise.

Eeeeeh. ♥

Even though they are not nation-tans anymore you managed to keep them all awesomely in character, which is utterly impressive.

That means a lot. I was really striving for that!


I love your so proud, exuberant America, who got his pilote license only at seventeen because we all understood that the sky it's just a part of him, it flows in his veins, he couldn't live without it.


Ahhh you caught all of that from the first chapter? That is AWESOME. I'm so very pleased that much of his character came through.

And I'm glad you liked England's intro. I hope you continue to like how I characterize him. XD

One small thing of this that contributed to fill my heart with joy a little more was the name you gave to America and Canada's homeland. Aquila - the Italian word for 'eagle'. I bow to your genius.

Thanks! It's also the Latin word for eagle! I tried to pull names that... roughly correlated to the kind of 'earth equivalent' of a nation/continent. I often used national animals, like in Japan's case. It's yes, crane.

ROFL. Thank you, thank you, thank you. ♥
nutellabrot
Sep. 11th, 2009 08:28 am (UTC)
hay^^
this is such a nice fic =)
you wrote it with details (but not to much) and i think the charas are good described^^
yeah i like it^^
haro
Sep. 19th, 2009 12:15 am (UTC)
Thank you very much!
saku0chi
Jul. 9th, 2010 03:13 am (UTC)
Ohhh~ this is so cool!! *__* I love this so far! <333 I'm definitely going to read the rest as well!
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