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Title: You Can't Take the Sky From Me [FF.NET LINK] [ Writing Journal Previous Chapters ]
Genre: Romance/Humor/Drama/Action+Adventure/Alternate Universe
Pairing(s): America/England. Spain/Romano, Germany/N. Italy, and Poland/Lithuania have also appeared as of so far.
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 for language
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:England could be his friend. America’s mind flitted to the friends he’d gained and lost in the military, the small group of three that remained, his true friends (yes, even France). But friend didn’t seem an adequate word to describe the kind of relationship he had with England. Acquaintance? He thought back to the night before, the desperate dread he’d felt when England’s life had been at stake. No, that wasn’t right either.
( Just sit me up on the deck every day and everyone can cater to my whims until I get better. Once we’re done here, I’d like a beer and some lunch not made by England… )
:)
Title: You Can't Take the Sky From Me [FF.NET LINK] [ Writing Journal Previous Chapters ]
Genre: Romance/Humor/Drama/Action+Adventure/Alternate Universe
Pairing(s): America/England. Spain/Romano, Germany/N. Italy, and Poland/Lithuania have also appeared as of so far.
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 for language
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:England could be his friend. America’s mind flitted to the friends he’d gained and lost in the military, the small group of three that remained, his true friends (yes, even France). But friend didn’t seem an adequate word to describe the kind of relationship he had with England. Acquaintance? He thought back to the night before, the desperate dread he’d felt when England’s life had been at stake. No, that wasn’t right either.
( Just sit me up on the deck every day and everyone can cater to my whims until I get better. Once we’re done here, I’d like a beer and some lunch not made by England… )
:)
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