Title: Slave [Part I/?]
Author: Corvyie
Inspiration: Kink Meme Request that basically said, "Maid Belarus x Pirate England. Anything."
Style: Multiple parts
Genre: Romance/etc...
Pairing: England x Belarus
Word Count: 1,243
Date Written: Sunday, March 07, 2010
Summary: Sold to England after WWIII, Belarus now works for "Captain Arthur Kirkland" as a slave. Well, that was his intentions, at least...
Warnings: None for this part... wait, wait, I got one! Crappy done-in-three-hours writing! Yes, it pretty much sucks...

"Arthur" Note: Well, I was just browsing kink meme like I do every day and I stumbled across this request. In a sentence it said, "Pirate England x Maid Belarus, can be anything," so I just saved the thought. Low and behold, one day I decided to put my thoughts onto paper. That day being... well, today. I'm just awesome like that. Also, Iggy's and China's eagerness (from CitS) spurred me on... so...

Enjoy!


Part 1

The boat rocked along the waves, it was a nice day. In general, terms, it had been a nice day – the sun was just setting on a fine sailing day, the ship had made good progress across the sea. The seagulls were returning to land to rest and the fish were already gone below the waves, the fishnets already being gathered up, and the entrapped fish what was on the menu for dinner that night of the ship's crew.

Hardly a cloud in the sky and the sun just setting beyond the ocean waves, the last remaining sliver of sunlight dancing, glistening against the ocean, the breezes wafting every sent they could pull from the surroundings into the nostrils of all who could smell. Or possessed noses. A beautiful day, it was almost as if the scene itself sung…

Natalia could care less about the as she glared at the floors she scrubbed, her knuckles white with force, brows knitted together in concentration, a bead of sweat clinging to the pale hairs of her hairline. Lips pursed in concentration, white teeth clenched behind them as she scrubbed harder and harder…

How many days had passed? The thought was dull and repetitive in her mind, swirling amongst the other thoughts that had become a dull drooling tune of everyday life: How hot it was. When meals would be served. What variety of shit the crewmembers would put her through today. Here, her thoughts held little importance. Aboard this ship, that is… her current residence. She would spit on the man who dared to try to attempt to insist that it was her "home". Home was never a place where you were forced to wear maid costumes and scrub the floors nor do chores worthy of a meaningless slave.

Then again, that is what she had become, wasn't it?

A slave. Sold by her brother after the war in repentance for the large amounts of money he borrowed during the war. Ha. How pitiful. How far the high must fall to truly see that all that they had and ever could was all that they should have wanted. It was a bitter thought and it left traces that tasted of wormwood on the Belarusian girl's tongue.

However, all she truly tasted was the grime of the sea, the soap on her hands and the dirt that she was slowly, steadily scrubbing away… even when she knew that the next day she would scrub the same spot again from dawn 'till dusk. Her hands were calloused and wrinkled from use, from scrubbing and a life she never knew she was capable of leading.

Tell herself that she might treat the servants at home better all she wanted, it seemed God or whatever higher being existed refused to believe her. She did not believe herself. Stubborn girl – she would never learn, would she?

She supposed this was one of those, "life lesson's" shit that she was being put through. The one about how you should be satisfied that you have it good because there is always something worse. Always something worse than your brother not loving you – like your brother selling you to repay war debts to a man you hated. Yes, that was bad, she supposed.

"Missed a spot," a cruel voice, laced with an accent she was too familiar with hissed and she glared up. Although beaten and worn down to the bone, her spirit was still intact, much to Arthur's dismay.

Emerald eyes stared coldly into Natalia's own icy blue orbs. Try as he might, be it degrading her as far as one could go; she refused to break under the pressure. Stubborn, prideful and as far as he could see – adamant in never bending to his will.

It was something that the ruler of the seas was unused to seeing in the eyes of his prisoners and slaves – hope. A will to live on, something to grasp on to. Before – he broke all such purchases that they clung desperately to. One by one, breaking each fragile belief they held into tiny little shreds until all that remained were broken shards on the ships desk to sweep up and the empty shells of what used to be a man.

Perhaps that is where the calculations lay different – Natalia was a woman.

Still, it made no sense. Arthur frowned as he glared down at her, only to receive a stronger, fiercer glare in return. Women were weaker than men were. Fragile in every structure – their minds on their dresses and little things and tea parties and the likes. They were weak. Their bodies unused to the rough work of a man, and yet… still she proved him wrong.

The girl who knelt before him yet in presence felt as if she stood as tall as he did. The girl with the platinum hair that glistened like the knife she had first used to threaten to cut his throat with. The girl who scrubbed his deck with cold eyes and trembling fingers, who took everything they could throw at her and standing up again and again and again.

How this girl pissed him off.

To the very bone, more than that damned Frenchman, more than her damned brother, more than anyone in the whole fucking world, she pissed him off. It was the fact that she affected him so that made it even worse, made the rage he felt increase tenfold.

"I have work to do," she snapped and rose as if to leave. Clenching his palms into fists at his side, Arthur felt his eye twitch, once, twice… and the third time his hand snapped out, grabbed hold onto a thin arm as he swung her forth onto the wooden floor and stepped over her, leering above her, each foot on one side of her body.

Natalia was shocked when the Englishman decided to toss her, like a rag doll, onto the desk, letting out a small cry of pain at the impact of her tailbone against the wood. Glaring up at him, she slammed her fist against the wood, "What the fuck—" the words were cut short as his boot dug into her thigh and she gritted her teeth at the pain that wracked through her. "you weigh only 200 fucking pounds, get off you English bastard!" she hissed between gritted teeth, only to be rewarded with another firm press against her thigh.

"Shut up," he retorted, glaring down at her and she blinked through the tears of pain to look at the sadistic smirk spreading across his lips. The motherfucker, he leant near her, boot digging in all the while and she struggled not to begin screaming. That was a bruise if not broken or fractured, "You belong to me."

The words burned against the skin of her ear and she shuddered. Yes, it was true… oh so very true. He had paid her brother the money; she did belong to him…

It was as she said – Your brother selling you to repay war debts to a man you hated was bad. However, falling in love on top of that with the very man you hated was even worse. Ten times as horrible as never being loved by your brother. Especially when you were falling in love with the pompous king of the fucking sea, Arthur fucking Kirkland, how much more pathetic could you get, really? To think, she had once had taste in her men.


"Arthur" Note: I do not do "PWP" very often, thank you. So, yes, teaser! You all know where it is heading, but just do not know how and I bet you really just want to read this to see more, right, right, right? I know I'm right. I'm always right.

In addition, I have not slept in a day. I have a pattern: Go without sleep for two days, crash for 16 hours on the third. It is fun, you should try it. I am kidding, I am going to sleep right after I finish this.

Well, anyway, I just sort of made up the plotline this is following. If you read this, you pretty much wasted your time if you cannot read NSFW-fics, because that is pretty much all it is gonna be after this.

Well, I hope that you will read and review and let me know of any spelling, grammar or whatever errors I made. I do not role-play Belarus and it is nearing on two o'clock in the morning. Be merciful, I am tired! Anyway...

Hope you enjoyed!