Fire not only Burns

Chapter 1

WARNING- This story is boyxboy don't like then get some taste you sassy nugget! This also has non-con, graphic descriptions of violence, dom/dub dynamics, and kinky smut. If you are not willing to handle a fanfiction of this caliber please don't read or at least don't comment. I will try to have trigger warnings but I'm kind of inconsistent, but a lot of the story will have this so please don't read if you are sensitive to these kinds of things.

An: A smidgen bit of notes please bare with me, this is helpful to know. Technology is a bit advanced but not to much, it would be more like the Victorian Era. Yet somehow they have managed to make towns on clouds (Alex logic cuz I ain't a physicist). Almost everyone has moved to living in the sky, the only people live down there are poor farmers. There are crudely made planes, but airships are preferred. Airships are practically ship like vessels with a blimp like balloon attached.

Disclaimer- I don't own hetalia, because if I did then I would have a lot more lolita clothing (I cry)...

Prologue

Long ago much before life as Lovino knew it there was a different civilization. Full of technology ,mystery,and power. Yet that era burned, not in a fire, but in an unquenchable greed. That brought their downfall. A war broke out between the ancient world for one thing. The answer to their beginning. Each part of the globe destroyed each other in an attempt to be the strongest. In the end they all were no match for one another. With each victory, valuable resources were lost. Slowly but surely each nation fell at their own hands. The few that remained cast the the answer into the center of the earth where it could never be held by man again. Slowly mankind grew more and more until there were small towns coating the earth. They were still barely in the industrial revolution when they realized they could build on clouds. It was said that the vast polution had lowered from the ozone layer and into the breathing air, from before the great war. This made the earth almost uninhabitable. But it also covered the clouds in a layering their sciences were not able to explain yet. Many moved to the sky where there was cleaner air. The poor stayed on earth and grew crops to feed the cloud dwellers. Over time grew a hate for landies on the clouds and the same could be said for below. Yet as more crops filled the sky on air vessels so did those who wanted to steal the bounty. Hence in the year 2800 PW had a nasty pirate problem. A problem unknown to a young tailor.

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Some people believed the world will end in fire, others with ice. Lovino thought it would end with him if everyone didn't just move out of his damn way. Being a tailor was pretty fun, if you weren't in the middle of rush hour. He let out a small huff as he ducked and weaved through the crowded streets of Noxpoint. Noxpoint was a pretty quiet modern town if you asked many of the normal locals. Lovino was not your average townsperson though. If you asked him he would have told you it's "The stinkiest damn town you'll ever see! Don't even get me started on the people, they're loud, disrespectful, and unfashionable! Then there's this one farmer from down below who sells potatoes. Feliciano keeps flirting with him and it's nasty!". Yet Lovino knew it was the best place for them, them being him and his younger brother, Feliciano. The other had been born with weak lungs. The smog of the city they had previously inhabited became too much. So they moved to Noxpoint. They looked quite similar almost twins, but Lovino was older. Both of them were "short" (Lovino though everyone was just too damn tall!), both had a dark tan, with even darker eyes, and they were brunette's; or at least they used to be. Until Feliciano decided he'd look much better as "maroonette" as he called it. Needless to say Lovino (being the older protective brother) was not pleased, at least he pretended not to be. Honestly the brother had thought the dark red fit him and his skin complexion and he could tailor maroon clothes for the younger. It also made them fit in a bit more, as they were outsiders. Just a year ago (to Lovino it felt like a lifetime) they had moved here and set up the small tailor shop they owned.