This was previously a Russia fic, but, I don't want to upset anyone because this fic doesn't center around him. He is a VERY VERY VERY VERY important character, though! So anyways, I have changed this to America and England!

Yes I know it's bawww baww angst. It'll get happier by the next chapter I swear!

Title(s): Becoming Reality, Dreamscape

I can't choose :C

Rating: T (May move up to M.)

Genre: Adventure/Fantasy

Warnings: MOTHER FUCKING STEAMPUNK AIRSHIP PIRATES BOOYAH

Pairings: AmericaxEngland, PrussiaxAustria.

Summary: The world has been altered to that of the fantasy of Ivan Braginski. The main character of his dreams, a daring airship captain, is on a journey to the ends of the world, searching for what was taken from him.

So basically it's an original fic turned fan fic.

There was a war waging across the face of the globe. It was supposedly the war to end all wars. Surely, this was not the answer.

Death and destruction was commonplace.

The world was dying, and nobody noticed.

Nobody cared.

Nobody except for a boy.

Every night he dreamed of a better world. A place of adventure. A place where more exciting things happened.

The war was not exciting enough? No, obviously not. The world was bleak. Everything was monotone, with no outstanding features. The days passed and the war continued.

The boy was bored with the current world.

He would sit in a tree near his home, and look over the snowy landscape sullenly, a notebook in hand. Here he kept his ideas and thoughts, his reform for his new world. His light blonde, nearly white, hair would rustle as a chilled wind blew the flecks of frozen water in melee around him. As the night drew nearer, he would climb from his tree and retire to his home before the harsh weather struck.

His mother would ask what he had drawn today.

His reply would always be that he couldn't find anything worth drawing.

His mother would frown and grab the small leather book from his hands, saying that he must have done something.

She flicks through the first few blank pages of his notebook, before handing it back to him.

He glares at her, his violet eyes filled with dislike, before going to his room.

"I'm scared for Ivan. He is so strange, and he rarely speaks, I can only hope that he is not mentally ill." His mother would say to his father. Natalia, his younger sister, would defend him. Katyushka, the elder sister, would usually start crying, for the poor girl believed every word her parents uttered.

He was not an ignorant child. He possessed an intellect that challenged even that of a college graduate.

He just brushed off these comments, as he laid down his head.

Ivan loved to sleep. Or rather, he loved to dream. He would imagine of giant boats, aloft in the clouds, sailing through the vast blue sky. A reckless captain, courageous and strong, leading his crew through every obstacle they were faced with.

He imagined hunters, brave and formidable, racing through the woods with the wilderness.

A handsome king, ruling the dreamscape empire with honor and grace. He was viewed with adoration and admiration

Magicians with powers ranging from elemental fires and ices to healers, and warlocks, advanced in demonic arts.

In the midst of this, a villain. Malicious and cruel, mysterious and elusive, wrecking havoc with each step he took.

It was a perfect world.

But everyone has to wake up sooner or later.

And wake up Ivan did. He woke up, and grew up, but his dream stayed with him, became more and more elaborate as the days, months, years, passed.

Little did Ivan know that his illusions were not too far from becoming a reality.

These dreams were battling with the current world. Tearing apart former reality and replacing it with a newer, fresher one.

Nobody seemed effected by this. He would look around him, and see people, going on with their lives. He wondered if maybe he was insane, if his parents had been right.

Was he the only one witnessing the wearing away of reality? People were like ghosts, translucent and wavering.

This image was being deluded day by day, fading away, dying.

It got to a point where Ivan would just sit in his window, watching as even the ground beneath his feet disappeared.

He looked at his hand, which stood opaque against the dying world. He was not perishing.

Reassured only slightly that he would not etiolate along with the others, he laid his head on his arms, letting his eyes flutter closed once again.

His same dream, the one that had been a comfort for him since his childhood, appeared more vividly in his mind tonight.

The universe he had created from nothing was spread out before him, and he smiled in his sleep. Suddenly, his vision was filled with a cloud of gray and blue.

"Ivan, awaken. Make your dreams a reality." A voiced cooed softly from the depths of fog.

"That sounds quite difficult. I would rather be asleep, da?" He replied cheerily.

"Child, simply awaken. This is what you want."

"I want this?"

"Of course."

"If it is what I want… But how do I wake myself up?"

"I suppose I can aid you."

Ivan felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, and a shape emerged from the mist. It was really just a block blob, with no retaining form. The shape got closer and Ivan took a step back.

"Do not flinch from me, I am only here to help."

In a split second, with a flash of metal and a blow to his stomach, Ivan was doubling over in pain whilst clutching his stomach.

"That hurt. You said you were helping, da?"

"I apologize, that was my least painful method."

A reply was at the tip of Ivan's tongue before his body collapsed onto the ground.

Violet eyes snapped open. Ivan's stomach throbbed with a dull pain. He remembered his dream and looked around him. Emptiness. He was surrounded in pitch-black darkness, though his own form was radiant against it.

He pulled himself to his feet.

He took a step.

The ground began to tremble. A low rumbling soon became a roar and the ground quaked furiously.

Ivan fell to his knees, when the shaking subsided. He exhaled heavily.

Suddenly, a light erupted under his legs. The black terrain split, a large fissure began at his feet and expanded to places past his line of vision. The light became brighter and brighter, and the fissure turned into a chasm, spilling forth the effulgence to the farthest corners of the dark void.

Ivan shielded his eyes, as the blaze engulfed him, pulling him into the chasm. He was drawn forward, eventually tumbling into the luminosity. The divided ground began to close. Ivan would've at least attempted to look for an escape, if the light had not been so utterly blinding.

He continued to descend helplessly into the brilliant abyss, as the world above him shut, swallowing him up completely.

So, I've been having trouble lately. I have some issues with being creative, so I'm writing this as a cure, basically. I kinda really need some feedback to know how I'm doing. Am I failing? Am I okay? It kinda broke my heart to see that I didn't have any reviews :'D

Just for the hell of it: Who do you think the Captain, Hunters, King, Mages, and Villain will be?

-Mendax