HELLO! It's been a long time since I've written fanfiction and uuuugggghhhhh I think I'm getting out of shape.

ANYWAYS

PLEASE READ THIS BEFORE CONTINUING:

-This is my first hetalia fanfiction, so please be considerate if characters like Seychelles, Taiwan and etc. are OOC because I don't know their personality that well -.-" but I research just to get the gist of it.

-There will be an OC with a big part in this story (Philippines) and I'm going to ship her with another major character, so if you don't like OC's with important roles and them being shipped to characters you want to be shipped with someone else, then please stop reading. But don't worry, the story centers on Amelia and Arthur.

-I don't plan out story lines and plot out and stuff like that, I just write each chapter as I think of it, and forgive my awful sense of humor. I may be a bit corny at times.

-this story has cussing and profanities! (I blame Romano and Amelia thank you very much. Also, angry Matthew's mouth should be duct taped.)

-I don't own Hetalia. Just the plot of the story. :)

I do my best, so enjoy!

Prologue

"Arthur, this is Amelia, Amelia, this is Arthur."
Two small blondes looked at each other with wide innocent eyes, and Arthur started to cry, for some unknown reason, and his father apologized, but the parents of Amelia didn't seem to mind as they smiled, amused.
Amelia looked at the boy with wide, criticizing eyes and her lips formed a flat line as the pale blond boy cried, and the adults talked to themselves, leaving Amelia and Arthur alone.

Amelia blinked, as she reached out an arm, and Arthur recoiled and narrowed his puffy red eyes.

"Why are you crying?" Amelia asked, her small childish voice ringing through Arthur's ears.

"I-It's not that I'm sad or anything...git." Arthur said, going red in the face and quickly started wiping his tears away with his sleeve. "I've never been on an airship before."

Amelia grinned, "Well do not fear! I'm the hero! And the hero always saves someone who's in trouble!"

Arthur made a confused face. "I'm not in trou-"

Amelia jumped off the mahogany chair with velvet red cushions (Darn if was comfy) and yanked Arthur's arm, effectively tearing the smaller boy away from his seat as Amelia dragged him to god-knowswhere.

Arthur's eyes widened as the ship lurched forward a bit as they walked through the halls, and his eye's widened. "What's that?"

Amelia giggled, "Don't worry. It happens most of the time. Just a few strong wind currents. Nothing to be afraid of."

Arthur inwardly face-palmed.

As he let Amelia pull him wherever, he looked around, and the victorian-era sci-fi theme of the ship looked pretty cool. Air vents were here and there, and clockwork decorated the place. A golden, but slightly rusted, clockwork owl flew past them, carrying a letter in it's beak, flying to the other end of the hall as it wooshed just above Arthur's hair.

Arthur looked at the robotic animal wide-eyed, and Amelia smiled, "That was Athena. She's the messenger of this airship. She's on autopilot." He face grew a bit mischievous as she leaned down to his ear, "But sometimes I sneak into the control room to grab her remote and make her send weird spam messages to people."

Arthur smiled a bit, and finally, they arrived at their destination. A small balcony that could fit two grown men, with iron railings that were a few inches taller than them.

Amelia stepped up to the balcony and sat down, and patted the seat next to her, gesturing for Arthur to take a seat.

Arthur seemed a bit wary, but reluctantly sat down anyway.

Arthur paled as he saw how far down it was and how scary it seemed.

He whimpered, but it was so quiet, Amelia didn't hear him.

Amelia poked her feet out of the railings, leaving them dangling off the edge, and she turned to Arthur, a bright smile on her face. "This place always makes me feel better. It's really breezy and you can see houses from up here."

Arthur looked down, ignoring the queasy feeling in his stomach that made him want to puke. The sea, the place where he was raised, the view he had seen down there was so much different from up in the clouds. The sea was sparkling like glitter as the sun's rays bounced off it, and birds swooped down one by one, creating a pretty sight.

Arthur smiled, despite the fact his hands were shaking as he looked down. His feet poked a bit outside the railing , just bit though, unlike Amelia's, and for the third time the ship lurched, and Arthur slid from the spot, and his feet went dangling off the edge like Amelia's and he screamed a bit as he gripped onto the railing. "I thought I was..." He panted, and his heart beat went faster, as the shock overtook him.

Amelia looked at him, "Are you afraid of heights...?"

Arthur gulped, "...maybe?" He shut his eyes tight and yelped as the ship lurched forward again and his hand went white, gripping on the railing.

He felt something warm wrap around his hands and lace through his fingers, and he realized it was Amelia's hands. He blushed and his eye shot open as he turned to her, but she wasn't looking at him, she was looking up, to the sky.
At that moment, Arthur thought she looked beautiful, blond locks blowing in the wind, and her eyes reflected the sky's majestic color.

Amelia smiled to herself, and said, "I used to be afraid. But my mom told me, that if I kept looking down, down where it was scary and far and somewhat life threatening," she laughed, "I would be afraid." She looked at Arthur, her hand reached out to his face, resting on his chin, and she tilted his chin up, and Arthur saw the beautiful sky, a wide expanse of blue and soft clouds and a soft breeze whipped at him.

"But if I looked up, to the future, where everything was wide and open and free," She paused, and the grip of Amelia's hand on his hands tightened, but Arthur didn't mind. "I would hope. Hope that I could go to lots of places one day, not just the air. By land, by sea, or maybe something above the sky and below the land. All connected by one blue sky."

The ship lurched forward again, but the two children just stayed quiet, laying on the balcony, their feet dangling off the edge past the railings, blue and green eyes staring at the sky with hands interlocked, and for the both of them, it was like there was not a single problem that existed on the earth at that moment.

And Arthur wasn't scared anymore.

Aaaaaand prologue! I know it's short, but that's just the intro. Anyways, tell me what you think, constructive criticisms and thoughts on how the story will go are welcomed, and flames are used to bake cookies. (::)