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Steamtalia: Chapter 10 - Spera

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    The crew of the Phoenix crew was a bit surprised by the Nautilus.

    Poland, who had formally introduced himself as the captain—once Lithuania had been safely tended to—complained that there wasn’t that much art to it.  Estonia thought it interesting, especially when he met Prussia.  An instant friendship bloomed between Sealand and Latvia, and Ukraine and Liechtenstein seemed to get along quite well.  But when the crew had boarded the ship, Russia was nowhere to be found.

    “I wonder why that is?” mused America out loud.  “Russia seemed so eager to rescue these people, now he doesn’t even want to see them?”

    “Well, Russia’s crazy scared of Belarus, and I don’t blame him,” answered Poland.  “Belarus can be pretty scary when something comes between her and Russia—especially if it’s a door.”

    “A door?” America scratched his head, confused.  “Isn’t he her older brother or something?”

    "Yeah,” answered Poland seriously, “but I seriously wish that he was anything but.  Then their relationship would be less creepy.”

    “What do you mean ‘less creepy?’”

    Just then, Belarus walked up to Poland.  “Where is my big brother?” she demanded.

    “Well, speak of the devil,” muttered Poland.  “He’s probably in the captain’s quarters.”

    “Where are those?”

    “Belarus, do I look like I live here?  Ask someone else.”

    “You, then.”  Belarus turned to America.  “Where are the captain’s quarters?”

    Though she was pretty, she was plenty intimidating.  “Um,” America started, “I think they’re on the second level at the end of the hall—”  But Belarus was already gone.  America relaxed.  “She didn’t even say anything threatening to me…”

    “Yeah, she’s got that kind of aura,” answered Poland.  “But the fact that she's the weapons specialist makes it worse."

    “Eugh,” replied America.  “That’s terrible.”

    “Yeah, I guess,” answered Poland, “but it’s totally hilarious when you see Russia scared.”

    “Should I go up and listen in?”

    “Sure, why not?  Give me a detailed description, too.”

    America turned and walked up the stairs to the captain’s quarters.  He didn’t really know why he was doing this, but he did know one thing: if there was someone in the world that scared Russia, America had to keep that someone close by.

    “Hey, big brother…where are you, big brother?”

    America stopped cold, the hairs on his arms rising.  He barely recognized Belarus’ voice—it sounded more demonic, like a harsh wind sweeping through the halls.  He quickly pressed himself to the wall, hoping that she didn’t come his way.  He dared a peek around the corner.  Belarus was knocking on one of the doors, the one labelled Иван Брагинский.

    “Open up, big brother.  Where were you when the rest of the crew welcomed us to the ship?”

    There was no answer.

    “Big brother, there is no need to be silent.  I know you are in there.  Come out.”

    Still no answer.

    That was when America heard one of the most terrifying sounds in his life.  It was a sound like metal on metal, but a lot more like something was cracking, falling apart.  Shuddering, America looked again and saw that Belarus was actually scratching at the door.  “Come out, big brother, come out!”

    “Go away!”

    America’s eyes widened.  It was kind of muffled, but America could tell that Russia sounded terrified.  Big, mean, second-captain Russia sounded terrified.

    Oh my god, he thought, chilled to the bone.  What is with this woman?  I can’t tell if she wants to kill him or not…

    Suddenly, there was another strange noise, and America peeked around to see Belarus holding the doorknob with both hands like she had just pulled it off.  She smiled triumphantly and threw the knob aside.  “Now…big brother, let us become one in marriage and in death!”  

    Russia screamed.  “HET!  STAY AWAY!”  

    America stepped out from behind his hiding place and called out in a voice that he hoped sounded normal. “Hey, Russia?  Switzerland needs to ask you something about the Phoenix’s repairs.”

    Belarus immediately turned her indigo glare on him.  “Are you trying to stand between me and my brother?!”

    Every instinct America had screamed for him to run, but he stood his ground.  There was no way he was going to be scared of Belarus, even if she was strong enough to break a doorknob.

    “Not…really.  I understand that you miss your brother, yeah, and that you’re probably scared because your ship just crashed and burned…”

    “I was not afraid,” snapped Belarus.

    “Okay, pardon me for my mistake,” retorted America.  “I just need to bring Russia a message from Switzerland.”

    “Fine,” answered Belarus, standing aside.  “Deliver your message, then leave.”

    “Y’see, it’s not that simple,” replied America, hoping that this woman couldn’t smell fear.  “Switzerland’s actually examining the broken parts right now and he needs help identifying them.”

    Russia took that moment to walk out of the room he was in, straightening his scarf.  “Да, I will come.  Швейцария obviously needs my help in the matter.”

    America flinched inwardly.  Next on his list of to-do things was apologizing to Switzerland for saying he wasn’t good at his job.

    Belarus didn’t move, but glared at them as they walked down the hall and out of sight.  As soon as they turned a corner, Russia grabbed America by the collar and pushed him against the wall.  “You did not hear or see anything,” he whispered fiercely.

    “What are you talking about?” America kept his voice smooth and confident.  No way was he sounding like a coward in front of Russia again.

    Russia nodded and let him go.  But America had a feeling that Russia would respect him a little more now.  When they got downstairs to the main room, Poland opened his mouth, probably to ask what had happened, but one look from America silenced him.

    Just then, England walked back into the room with the girl Liechtenstein and Switzerland had found in the boiler room.  She looked around cheerfully and waved to America and Russia as they approached.

    “This is Seychelles,” explained England.  “She’s the apprentice of France, a blacksmith who was travelling on the Phoenix because he made weapons for them.  We’ll be dropping them off at our next destination.  I dislike having a frog on my ship,” he added under his breath.

    “Where are we going?” asked America.  

    “We’re headed to Scandinavia,” answered England.  “If there’s anyone who knows how to repair an airship, it’s the Nordics."

    Russia grinned creepily.  “I’ll get to see Финляндия again…”

    “With a great amount of luck, we might run into them,” replied England.  “The Wyvern isn’t an easy ship to catch.  It’s usually surrounded in ice storm clouds—that’s what it draws its power from.”

    “Whoa,” breathed America.  “It runs on alchemy?”

    “What Norway uses can barely be called alchemy,” said England.  “His alchemy reaches an almost elemental level.  He specializes in temperature and water; many call him the Ice King.”

    “Can you do anything like that, England?” asked America.  

    England raised his chin.  “I could if I wanted to, but my areas of expertise are set elsewhere.  Why would someone want to control the weather if they could do what I can?”

    “Which is?” prodded America.

    England smiled coldly.  “That’s a secret.”

    America looked at Russia, but the second captain remained stoic and silent.  “Okay, sorry for asking,” America said.  “Where’s my brother?”

    “In his room,” answered England.  “You’d better get over there and tell him where we’re going.”

    “Sure.”

    As America headed over to Canada's room, he couldn't help but feel giddy at the thought of another airship.  One that runs on storm clouds, too!  I can hardly wait!
And the next chapter is up!  I'm going to put the Nordics in, finally, because I think they deserve to be in this fanfic.  France is also going to have a minor role in the upcoming chapter.  What about England's alchemy?  Will we ever get to see what his area of expertise is?  Probably.  It's going to be a lot darker than Norway's is.  

Also, I have airship themes!  I thought that since this is the biggest fanfic I've ever written (and I have no intention of finishing it any time soon), the airships should have themes.
Nautilus: www.youtube.com/watch?v=-wfboK… "London, 1856"
Goliath: www.youtube.com/watch?v=lCbwe7… "Battle in the Sky"
Phoenix:
Wyvern: www.youtube.com/watch?v=BzHER3… "Winterspell"

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Иван Брагинский - Russian - Ivan Braginski
HET - NO
Швейцария - Switzerland
Финляндия - Finland
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