Skeleton Fleet of the Sky

Was he too late? He cringed at the thought. The zeppelins were pale white, with black gondolas and rudders, like a skeleton fleet reaping throughout the sky. And that ship, plummeting to its death, must have been the Victoria. Had he arrived too late? Bile rose in his throat and he choked it back. Another figure fell from the ship down into the sea far below. So this was war. Through the cockpit, he could make out only muffled noise. The whistling of missiles, the bang of cannons, and in the distance, gunshots. His heartbeat was fierce and heavy in his ears, and his breath came in shallow gasps. He narrowed his eyes in steely determination and his mouth formed into a thin line. The ship was still falling. Maybe he could still rescue some of the crew.

Maybe he could still save England.

He flew into the fray.

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Was re-reading You Can't Take the Sky From Me, a Hetalia fic so epic that almost everyone on the face of the PLANET has read it and fangirls as one over the awsumness.
Ok, forgive me for the fail that is the zepplins. I didn't know what to do with them so i just scrawled KOSMIDER on them and slapped on a Soviet Union slogan.
DX
*bricked*
Had to draw it.
Now if you'll excuse me i must go pack more of my precious books into boxes and read more of the epic fanfiction. (Unfinished, and US/UK)
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