Warning: Human names used only. This story is obviously AU.
Parings Are: GermanyxItaly, PrussiaxRomano, One-Sided FrancexItaly (Long story, all will be explained), AmericaxEngland, RussiaxChina etc
Human names used.
This story starts with a strong young sailor named Ludwig Beilschmidt. He and his brother, Gilbert, had been shanghaied some two months ago by a powerful Russian pirate captain (Ivan) and his despicable crew (random people). Where they were headed, neither knew, all they could gather is that they were headed for the middle of the ocean.
"Bruder! I can't STAND this place any longer! This place is totally the OPPOSITE of awesome!" Gilbert screamed, shaking the bars of their cell. Ludwig shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose. "You have been reciting that same line for the last 60 days. Just be happy that they haven't tried to kill us-" "YET!" Gilbert interrupted. "Who knows what those psycho's want with us! Oh, I can just see it now… did you see the look in the Russian bastards eyes when they ambushed us? We're going to be kept here as his personal little slave… toy… thingies…" Gilbert trailed off, raking his fingers through his hair nervously.
Ludwig sighed and sat down on the floor cross-legged. "I highly doubt the Captain is planning on something like that. I was thinking something more on the lines of forcing us into his crew." He said as he crossed his arms. Gilbert sat down next to his brother with a thump. "Don't you think we would have gone through some sort of initiation by now if that were true? I'm tellin' you, he's planning to get rid of us." Gilbert growled.
Ludwig sighed, crossing his arms. "Ja, you have a point." He said thoughtfully, staring at the ground. He was about to further comment when the cell door screeched open with a start and two large guards with pistols stepped in.
The large men didn't say a word and with a grunt, they yanked the brothers off the ground and began shoving them out of the cell and down the dark hallway leading to the surface of the ship (the poopdeck). "HEY! Stop PUSHING! I can walk FINE, thank you very much!" Gilbert growled haughtily, sticking his nose in the air and striding ahead.
When they reached the top they were immediately pushed in front of the Captain and down on their knees as if they were meeting a king. The brothers silently gasped in unison.
The man they knew to be the Captain was seated in a luxurious and intricately designed chair. He wore a tan trench coat, a large lopsided belt with a steel cutlass, a scarf wrapped around his neck, large cuffed leather boots, and on his platinum blond head was an elaborate hat with a feather protruding stylishly from the side. The man was stunning and intimidating at the same time.
But, that wasn't what bothered the brothers about his appearance. There was a scantily dressed Chinese man sat on his lap, body facing the Captain, but his head was turned to the brothers. He was very small, feminine, and attractive, with long black hair and large brown eyes. He was wearing a loose red kimono with slits up the side the came all the way to his hip. The kimono was intricately designed with long sleeves that could easily pass his fragile looking hands. Normally, the two wouldn't have given the small man a second thought, but then they noticed something… a chain wrapped around his slender neck that was held by the Russians hands.
Normally (under different circumstances) Gilbert may have commented on them saying they made a sexy couple, but it was quite obvious that this was not the time or the place to make such observations.