The American Plan (What do you mean there's no plan?!?!?!) An Hetalia Fanfiction

Chapter 45: Angels and A Step On Air

Thought's = '_'

Talking = "_"

Native American = {_}

An Action(Ex. Letting out a sigh) = *_*

Projecting thought to another = ''_''

P.O.V America/North

(Angels)(1901. Orono, Maine)

The feeling of angel grace was everywhere and in this case unlike Gabriel's grace it was not a welcoming presence. It was easy enough to see what looked like six angels walking up to the small two story house and soon enough another angel came out from the house, a red haired human, 'Lily Sunder,' following closely. I was too far away to hear what they were saying and Maine was shifting nervously beside me as he feared for his citizens.

We could feel the emotions pouring off of the lone angel that had come to be considered a citizen of our nation and therefore we could sense his grace more than the other angels. The lone angel struck out quickly with his angel blade at the front angel of the group but was quickly blocked by the other angels who apprehended him. After one of the other angels said something the lone angel was stabbed, his grace pouring out as he died.

Maine made a go to jump up and go after the angels and I was half tempted to not stop him and help him out but the risk of the angels finding out about us was too great. He thrashed in my arms kicking as he tried to break my hold before he went limp in my arms at a young girl's scream. I could feel as the young girl's soul was released from this plane, her lifeforce bleeding into the earth and her soul floating to heaven.

The angels all left soon after leaving Maine and I to investigate. Maine shook with fury as we passed our citizen's corpse to get into the main house. I gently grabbed his shoulder so we could carry on, he followed but rage bubbled underneath. Walking into the house with an invisibility charm we found Lily sobbing over a young girl's body. Her daughter May.

Lily's head shot up looking towards our general vicinity, tear tracks still streaming down her face. "Who's there?!" she ordered in a shaky but stern voice. Maine was already breaking the invisibility charm as his magic lashed out at it. The woman tensed up even more at the sight of Maine but still held her place, "You're not an angel. What are you." she commanded.

"We're here to help!" Maine explained quickly, throwing his hands up in surrender, "I'm sorry I wasn't able to help her..." he trailed off. Fresh tears started to spring to her eyes and Maine quickly came up with a distraction. "My name is Owen, what is yours?" We of course already both knew but it would sound suspicious if Maine told her so.

She hesitated before deciding to trust Maine for now, "My name is Lily Sunder.... Wait. What did you mean by, we're?"

(P.O.V Change. You guessed it. Lily Sunder)

Something told me this young boy was trustworthy but I've been deceived before, so for now he would just receive my name. "My name is Lily Sunder." It quickly dawned on me that when Owen first spoke something he said was off, "Wait. What did you mean by, we're?" Panic flooded threw me, 'It was a trap I should've known!'

"He said it because there was someone else with him," a soft but hard voice spoke. A shimmer crossed over one spot and a person became visible, sending a scornful look to Owen. In turn Owen looked a little shameful under the young man's gaze, "Sorry." The young man looked to be around 19 with sharp sky blue eyes and golden hair. All of a sudden another man appeared and this one held the familiar feeling of angel grace. The other two appeared relaxed though, "Didn't think you would be here so soon to them leaving." The blond man said. "I was more curious what they were doing here and I figured since you showed yourselves it was safe enough." the angel responded.

"Let me guess, Jayson asked you to check up on us?" the blond man asked. "Yep!" the angel answered cheerfully, throwing this Jayson person right under the carriage. The angel then turned to me and looked at my daughter's dead body sadly, "I am truly sorry, I didn't truly believe my brothers and sisters would lower themselves to this level."

"We need to go in case the angels decide to come back," the blond man declared, turning away. Owen turned back to me, "You'll come with us right?" he asked hesitantly. Waring emotions were going off. On one hand I barely know these people, on the other they've been nothing but nice and sympathetic towards me. Still it could help to learn about these people if they're a threat to the rest of the population or not.

"I guess for now."

(Time Skip, A step on air. 1903, Kill Devil Hills near Kitty Hawk, North Carolina.)

"Do you really think this will work, Wilbur?"

"If everything is correct then theoretically, yes!" I sent Wilbur Wright a glare, Orville beside me looking a little skeptical but otherwise excited. "What I think my dear brother is trying to say is that everything will go just fine, Mary." Orville reassured. A call was sounded from one of the men that was helping move their flight contraption and they immediately went to prepare it for lift off.

"They getting ready?" a voice sounded from behind me, I turned to see Ma and Pa walking up to me and my sister South trailing behind. "South, you came!" I exclaimed excitedly. "Sure I did! I wouldn't miss it for the world!" South Carolina claimed, standing beside me and giving me a shoulder shove. Soon enough the propeller was fired up and Wilbur and Orville climbed in. This would be their only flight together, their father didn't want both of his sons dying at the same time.

Spectators watched from the sidelines as the release was dropped and the plane took off slowly lifting off the ground. The flight was short but magnificent. It was perfect. "One step on air at a time, Mary." Ma whispered leaning over with a proud smile on his face. 'Yes. The first step on air.'

Author's Note:

Sorry this chapter took so long to get out. Between school work, finals and other stuff it's been a challenge. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this story and till next time. Peace!-Luna