Chapter 1- A Spitfire and a Hellcat

The Characters in this Fanfiction are human versions of the characters from Hetalia set in a human WW2 AU. Storyline is somewhat based of a few events mentioned in the Hetalia manga/anime.

Warnings: Human names used of course. Slight course language.

Rating: T

Pairings: A variety Yaoi and Het will be mentioned in this fic. There will be a few one sided pairings and few mutual ones but we will let the story play out to see what becomes of them.

Pairings for this chapter: NONE

The title of the story will make sense later on in the story!

Arthur Kirkland looked over the files on his desk in a bored fashion. They say that young men join the armed forces for excitement and adventure while serving their country but in the five years he had been in the Royal Air Force starting no less then a week after his eighteenth birthday he would have to admit that it was not enough to bring him fulfillment anymore. The British man had worked hard in the shadow of his father, a decorated veteran from the first great war and the second Boer war. He soon found himself easily rising through the ranks to become a Squadron leader. Well..it was not like it was hard to rise through the ranks and Arthur knew that, the air force was rapidly expanding and needing leaders, it was not uncommon to see a colonel in his late twenties. Although a rank usually was rewarded to most hard working soldiers each year, it was the medals and on field that gained you respect amongst your peers.

But Arthur doubted that time would ever come. He was stuck doing desk work.

The superiors had never given him a clear answer as to why he was stuck doing information and administration. When he had asked he was just told his services were needed in this sector so he had not seen front line action all to often. Arthur was a trained pilot, and it irked him to know his Spitfire was just sitting around when it should be airborne. He knew that his skills with numbers, organization and memory were very useful when it came to keeping track the new recruits and foreign enlistees, but he somehow had a feeling that it was his father that had kept him from getting to close to the action. No matter how hard he worked… it seemed his greatest achievement would always be to be the son of a war hero.

As Arthur finally finished reading the file he sighed. "More troops from the United states and Canada…" He grumbled. 'Aircraft carrier pulled into port tonight… which means the pilots will be here in the morning…' He thought to himself. 'Bad enough I have to put up with being stationed in France… now another set of loud Americans to deal with…' He rubbed the bridge of his nose flipping the file open again to confirm the times. They wanted him to give orientation at noon, that was a reasonable time and meant he would be able to get a good night sleep not that it really bothered him to wake up early. He was just not looking forward to it, another set of pilots to train then send off to fight and move on to other airbases. And he would be stuck here. It was rather lonely and frustrating. He hated getting attached to people, it wasn't a pleasant thing to do during wartime not even knowing if you will get a report of someone you talked and trained with everyday was suddenly gone.

He sighed again as he stood up "Tea and an early sleep I believe is called for…" And he left to try and get some rest.

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Alfred landed his plane in the French country side in the early hours of the morning. The American had taken off from the aircraft carrier at first light, eager to arrive and unable to wait any longer for his brother and friends to be ready. The fields had been converted into a runway during the first great war. They now had grown to hold a barracks and other military buildings that saw allied soldiers from all over Europe and the allied nations from across the oceans. The American looked at his faithful F6F Hellcat fighter plane with a smile as he left it in the North America section of the hanger. He patted the chassis fondly as he left his baby in the capable hands of the coordinators. "Tch! All this talk about these British Spitfire planes outclassing American made models… nothing would ever beat my Hellcat, not in a heartbeat!" Alfred smiled confidently as he walked out into the cool morning air glad to be still warmly snug in his brown bomber jacket. He took the pocket watch from his jacket pocket and inspected the time. "Hmm .. Almost seven o'clock… but orientation isn't until noon…..well! I guess that means I just have to pass my time getting to know the place." He smiled with a small happy laugh as he took off to take in the sights and sounds of his new home for the foreseeable future.

If the American had been forward thinking he would have not wandered so far away from the meeting point, but he had spent so much time at sea and prior to that the city that being in such beautiful countryside and being able to stretch his legs was such a treat that he couldn't pass it up. After walking for a short while he sat down under a tree that had a rather nice view of the small river. "Ah…. ~" He smiled to himself, the view made him miss the American country side that he grew up in before moving to New York. "Too green to be exactly the same…. But the space is nostalgic~"

He looked up at the sky wondering if his brother would be arriving soon. In all honesty he knew he should not of flew ahead without Matthew but he was sure the older twin would be okay. As he stared off into space the excitement from the last few days started to catch up with him and he yawned as he got comfortable, no harm resting his eyes for a few moments...

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The young American pilot rushed through allied barracks grounds. 'Shit shit shit! I am late for my induction! My superiors are going to be pissed!' The nineteen year old thought in slight frustration and panic as he tried to make his way through the busy base. 'If I don't make it to induction on time I am going to end up with the bottom rung duties! Sweeping the mess hall! Washing dishes! Carrying the supplies! Gyaaaah! What type of work is that for a hero!? Why did I have to get so caught up sight seeing!?' He pulled his pocket watch from his Jacket to check the time as he ran. Ten minutes until twelve, if he kept up this pace he could hopefully slip into the back before the commander started his introduction speech. It was going to be fine and he-

Alfreds train of thought was broken as he collided with something, knocking whatever he had ran into over. Alfred quickly pocketed his watch and looked down at the obstruction to realize he knocked over a very agitated looking soldier. "Oh sorry man... I didn't see you there~" He laughed and helped the other up without even asking if he needed assistance. "I'm on my way to the orientations and I am a bit late~"

The man tried to object to being helped to his feet but he was a little winded from the impact so he just gave the other a heavy scowl. "What the hell are you doing running around like an idiot within the barracks grounds?" Arthur brushed the dust off his blue aviator uniform as he steadied himself. "You are going to cause an accident or make people think that there is something to start worrying about."

Alfred was no too knowledgeable about other countries uniforms but from what he could tell from and the accent he guessed that this man was British. The scolding seemed to just go straight over the cocky Americans head, after all, this was the air force he was use to people barking out orders, there was no room to have a sensitive attitude when you were at war.

"Hey, if you had been watching where you had been going you could of easy jumped out of the way~" Alfred grinned and gave the other a friendly pat on the back which was not helping the other recover from impact at all.

"Idiot.." He rubbed between his eyebrows. "It is rather hard to spot someone coming in behind you in your blind spot even on the ground." Arthur growled in frustration. What a wonderful way to be introduced to the latest bunch of recruits. He was already tasked with having to greet them since he was high enough up in the ranks and organization team to be tasked with such a job but not high enough up to be able to get out of it as the real leaders of this barracks had much more important and interesting things to do right now. All these pilots were young, a lot of them in their teens and most of them had that idiotic and egotistical attitude that belonged to a man that had yet to see combat. Arthur caught his breath before adding. "I do believe that the new recruits were instructed to rendezvous exactly twenty minutes before the orientation was to start at 12 hundred hours." He gave the other a less than impressed look. "And considering the reports clearly state that the last of the new recruits planes have been safely received over an hour ago I see no reason for you to be late, unless you got lost which makes me concerned that your career as a pilot will be one that is very short lived." His face continuing to give the other a condescending look.

Alfred gave the man a slightly stunned smile. "Oh come on man... I said I was sorry. And right now you are the one that is making me even more late then I already am." He held out his hand to offer to shake the others hand. "Anyway, since I am already running late~ My name is Alfred. Alfred F. Jones." He flashed the most impressive grin he could muster.

Arthur sighed and rolled his eyes. "Introductions will come soon enough." He started walking towards the parade grounds without taking the others hand and being less than impressed by the others attitude. "And I suggest you move your ass and get there yourself."

Alfred slowly moved the rejected hand that he had held out to rub the back of his head. He knew that bumping into someone was not the best way to make somebodies acquaintance but it had been an accident and he had said sorry. He gave a sheepish grin in the direction in which the grumpy Brit had walked off in and soon remembered that he had to be at the parade ground. As he made his way there he spotted his squad and quickly tried to squeeze past a few people to stand next to his brother who was giving him a silent scolding with his eyes but mainly because he had been so worried about his irresponsible twin. "Hey Matty~ Sorry I'm late." He chuckled slightly and stood at ease beside him, shooting his brother a smile before looking up at the stage to look at the man who had just walked onto it and he felt the smile drop from his face.

Arthur scanned the attendance as he walked onto the stage. "Good Afternoon American and Canadian allies... I am Squadron leader Arthur Kirkland of the Royal Air Force of Great Britain and I will be leading your orientation today." He looked out into the crowd and caught a glimpse of Alfred who was giving him a rather idiotically stunned look.

Alfred felt himself mentally sink just a little further down at the mention of the others rank and the fact he had been spotted in the crowd. How the hell was he meant to know that this guy was a big shot around this place, but hey... he had been friendly enough right? Either way he knew that for better or for worse he had left some sort of impression on the man.