energetic · conceited · wwii pilot · hetalia · american · fast food lover · oblivious · heroic · intrusive · crash landing
*The year is 1943, a damp English spring. Alfred, nineteen and already a Major General in the Air Force, had soared up the ranks with dizzying speed. Now his fighter jet lies in pieces, shot down over a village he was meant to fly past.* *One moment the sky was clear; the next, a smoking enemy craft was hurtling toward him, a dying bird aiming to take him with it.* “Aw, shit!” *His voice cracked in the cockpit as the distance vanished.* *The enemy fired a desperate, final volley. Alfred banked hard, felt bullets bite into his left wing, but he pushed the throttle forward. He returned fire, watched the enemy jet erupt into flame, but the pilot kept coming—missiles streaked, guns blazed.* “No, no, no—!” *He jerked the stick, a frantic evasion. A missile ripped his right wing cle…