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[Fic] These Skies With You (Steampunk AU; America+Canada fluff, )
Title: These Skies With You
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
naoekun
Character(s)/Pairing(s): America, Canada
Rating: G
Warnings: Fluff, Steampunk-isk AU, Slash
Summary: No huge epic here, just a small fluffy fill for the Hetalia Kink Meme on Tumblr I did a while back but wanted to archive :3 The North America Brothers sharing a moment of calm in the air. Original request was for a steampunk setting; Canada as a pilot and America as an engineer. Human names used!
A flock of Albatross flapped though Matthew’s periphery 10 kilometers into the troposphere, their confused squawking at a stray airship followed by the slowly revealing dawn. That was it then, the young pilot sighed and lifted his goggles just enough to rub at his heavy eyelids, switched on the CruiseEasy mkIII (Alfred had named it), and stood up to wake his brother for a much-needed shift change.
Matthew’s thoughts were floating, slowly unraveling to an eventual halt in preparation for sleep as he made his way to their tiny cabin. It was one thing to start this crazy air expedition with a planned skeleton crew of 4, it was quite another to actually launch with just himself and Alfred. Of course, Matthew wasn’t initially adverse to the idea. Cycles of progression and rebellion at home keeping his brother busy enough as it was, this was a rare opportunity for both to spend some quality time far away from the chaos of their houses, up here with the clouds, the chill, the quiet isolation. Just them. Alfred was literally high on renewed pioneering spirit, eyes shining like precious metal. It was infectious, and Matthew’s chest had fluttered at the thought, as if filled with helium.
But in reality they were manning an airship by themselves, and sleeping in shifts meant they couldn’t sleep together.
Well, it wasn’t as if reality ever deterred his brother, who was
for some reason,
suddenly under his boot,
sprawled out in the middle of the hangar bay on a makeshift pallet of his own work clothes under him, half-way hanging off or wrapped around with wrench still in hand as if he’d just decided to keep working all night instead of properly take his shift and oh god he didn’t, did he? That lunatic wouldn’t possibly—
“Were you tweaking that module all night?! Alfred??” The Canadian’s thoughts rang outloud and he sank on his knees, trying wake his brother. “Please don’t tell me that you did”
Alfred’s eyes cracked open slowly, despite the relentless shaking, and refocused his bleary vision. “Oh, Mattie. Are we cruising alright?”
“No!” Matthew instantly replied, “Well, yes we are, but that’s not the point. Did you stay up all night playing around with this instead of.. oh damnit Al, I’m about to pass out here.” He frowned and started to calculate how much coffee would soon be needed. There was only the clatter of iron wrench against wood struts to warn him before a greasy and gloved arm slung itself over his back, and he found himself pulled against the reckless and miraculous machinery of his brother’s body.
“You smell like clouds.” Alfred noted sleepily, and snuggled closer to him.
For a few seconds, all Matthew could do was freeze, suddenly confronted by the magnetic sound of his brother’s heartbeat, the lingering sent of oilgreasemetal and industry surrounding him like a turbine of power and warmth.
Would he ever rise to that level? Matthew’s brain puttered out that last thought and he melted a bit in Alfred’s embrace. Maybe with his brother’s help. Anything could be possible.
“We’ll be fine for an hour or two like this,” Alfred adjusted them to a more comfortable position, lips brushing his brother’s ear. “The CruiseEasy system is our Baby, it’ll be fine just for an hour or so.”
“But if the ship catches fire..?”
“Are you kidding me, it’s freezing! c’mon,” Alfred wrapped his arms around Matthew tighter, his body radiating like a furnace.
“What if a storm comes?”
“Storm’s are nothing. We can take control even in storms.”
“What about, I don’t know, Air Pirates..?” Matthew threw out as final rebuttal, eyes already slipping closed, breath already synchronized to that unwavering heartbeat. He knew he had lost the argument at ‘Oh, Mattie’ and it wasn’t so bad, now.
Alfred just shifted them one last time, lips just brushing stray hairs Matthew’s forehead. “Don’t worry, I’m a Hero. I’ll kick their asses and save you.”
Oh. Right..
It will be fine then, for an hour or two. Just like this.
“You smell like grease,” Matthew whispered, snuggled closer and fell asleep.
Author:
naoekunCharacter(s)/Pairing(s): America, Canada
Rating: G
Warnings: Fluff, Steampunk-isk AU, Slash
Summary: No huge epic here, just a small fluffy fill for the Hetalia Kink Meme on Tumblr I did a while back but wanted to archive :3 The North America Brothers sharing a moment of calm in the air. Original request was for a steampunk setting; Canada as a pilot and America as an engineer. Human names used!
A flock of Albatross flapped though Matthew’s periphery 10 kilometers into the troposphere, their confused squawking at a stray airship followed by the slowly revealing dawn. That was it then, the young pilot sighed and lifted his goggles just enough to rub at his heavy eyelids, switched on the CruiseEasy mkIII (Alfred had named it), and stood up to wake his brother for a much-needed shift change.
Matthew’s thoughts were floating, slowly unraveling to an eventual halt in preparation for sleep as he made his way to their tiny cabin. It was one thing to start this crazy air expedition with a planned skeleton crew of 4, it was quite another to actually launch with just himself and Alfred. Of course, Matthew wasn’t initially adverse to the idea. Cycles of progression and rebellion at home keeping his brother busy enough as it was, this was a rare opportunity for both to spend some quality time far away from the chaos of their houses, up here with the clouds, the chill, the quiet isolation. Just them. Alfred was literally high on renewed pioneering spirit, eyes shining like precious metal. It was infectious, and Matthew’s chest had fluttered at the thought, as if filled with helium.
But in reality they were manning an airship by themselves, and sleeping in shifts meant they couldn’t sleep together.
Well, it wasn’t as if reality ever deterred his brother, who was
for some reason,
suddenly under his boot,
sprawled out in the middle of the hangar bay on a makeshift pallet of his own work clothes under him, half-way hanging off or wrapped around with wrench still in hand as if he’d just decided to keep working all night instead of properly take his shift and oh god he didn’t, did he? That lunatic wouldn’t possibly—
“Were you tweaking that module all night?! Alfred??” The Canadian’s thoughts rang outloud and he sank on his knees, trying wake his brother. “Please don’t tell me that you did”
Alfred’s eyes cracked open slowly, despite the relentless shaking, and refocused his bleary vision. “Oh, Mattie. Are we cruising alright?”
“No!” Matthew instantly replied, “Well, yes we are, but that’s not the point. Did you stay up all night playing around with this instead of.. oh damnit Al, I’m about to pass out here.” He frowned and started to calculate how much coffee would soon be needed. There was only the clatter of iron wrench against wood struts to warn him before a greasy and gloved arm slung itself over his back, and he found himself pulled against the reckless and miraculous machinery of his brother’s body.
“You smell like clouds.” Alfred noted sleepily, and snuggled closer to him.
For a few seconds, all Matthew could do was freeze, suddenly confronted by the magnetic sound of his brother’s heartbeat, the lingering sent of oilgreasemetal and industry surrounding him like a turbine of power and warmth.
Would he ever rise to that level? Matthew’s brain puttered out that last thought and he melted a bit in Alfred’s embrace. Maybe with his brother’s help. Anything could be possible.
“We’ll be fine for an hour or two like this,” Alfred adjusted them to a more comfortable position, lips brushing his brother’s ear. “The CruiseEasy system is our Baby, it’ll be fine just for an hour or so.”
“But if the ship catches fire..?”
“Are you kidding me, it’s freezing! c’mon,” Alfred wrapped his arms around Matthew tighter, his body radiating like a furnace.
“What if a storm comes?”
“Storm’s are nothing. We can take control even in storms.”
“What about, I don’t know, Air Pirates..?” Matthew threw out as final rebuttal, eyes already slipping closed, breath already synchronized to that unwavering heartbeat. He knew he had lost the argument at ‘Oh, Mattie’ and it wasn’t so bad, now.
Alfred just shifted them one last time, lips just brushing stray hairs Matthew’s forehead. “Don’t worry, I’m a Hero. I’ll kick their asses and save you.”
Oh. Right..
It will be fine then, for an hour or two. Just like this.
“You smell like grease,” Matthew whispered, snuggled closer and fell asleep.