This is my "first" Hetalia story and I hope you enjoy! It is a story from an American legend about a woman named Mary and I don't own that tale.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia

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Chapter 1: Born On the Ocean

Ocean-Born Amelia

July, 1720, Somewhere in the Atlantic Ocean...

"Push!" he shouted as his hand was being held by his wife.

She screamed in loud, bloody agony. Pain coursed from her back to her legs, as if a thousand knives were stabbing at her relentlessly. The sweat cascaded off her brunette brow and her curly dark hair. Her clothes soaked in the grease and oils of her body. The ship's rocking would not make her labor any easier.

The couple came from Ireland in hopes of starting a new life in the colony of New England. The man, Alfred Jones, purchased some land in Londonderry for his wife and his unborn child. The due date was originally three weeks from this particular day and they were soon to land within a week-and-a-half. They had no worry in their mind that their child would be born on that date. However, it seemed that the child had other plans.

The muggy heat filled their cabin; taking away whatever bits of oxygen was available. Alfred wiped his forehead, trying to keep consciousness by ignoring the amount of blood that pooled around his wife.

"Don't worry, Lizzie, just a little bit more!" he encouraged.

"YOU TOLD ME THAT FIVE MINUTES AGO!" she shrilled. She grabbed his throat and pulled Alfred close to her face. "WE ARE NEVER GOING TO HAVE SEX AGAIN!"

Alfred swallowed the spit that was forming in his mouth. Elizabeth pushed him away from her and ordered "GET THIS DAMN BABY OUT OF ME!"

Alfred nodded and quickly went back to work.

..…...

On the deck of the wooden ship with grand white sails, the captain was making his rounds. He took pride on how the ship seemed to glide among the waves, free-spirited and gentle. This vessel was a gem carrying people and treasures from Europe to the North American colonies. Despite the sun scorching him and his crew, the salt-filled breeze of the ocean balanced the day. The captain approached his first-mate at the very tip of the ship and held a spy glass straight towards the sea.

"How goes it, Bones, do you see any sight of them?" the captain asked.

Bones replied, "No sir, just open waters and a clear sky."

"Very good," the captain said with pride. The two men easily distinguished from each other. The captain wore a clean suit, boots, and hat while his first-mate preferably adorned on comfortable and loose shirt and pants.

"Captain, how are the passengers?" Bones asked.

"They should be fine. We are yet to have a single death on thus voyage."

"How about that Jones couple?" he grinned.

The captain understood what he had meant. Alfred was known to work for the captain now and again. He was usually teased for his brute strength and lack of concentration. His actions on board made the crew wonder how he ever got a wife. Of course they knew he was married by the way he talked about Elizabeth and how beautiful she was. It was assumed she was one of those "Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder" kinds of people since no one would ever believe Alfred Jones could land a looker. That changed entirely when Elizabeth stepped aboard for the first time when she and Alfred decided to move to New England. The envy of the entire crew, from the captain to the cabin boy, was enormous. No man could take their eyes off of her dark hair and blue-green eyes. It was quite a shock to have her be Alfred's wife, it was all the more upsetting when they found out she was pregnant.

"Jones and his wife are in their cabin."

"Lucky bastard. It's always the idiots that have the best of luck," said Bones.

"You know that life is unfair when a beautiful woman marries a good-for-nothing."

"Ain't that the truth," Bones agreed returning to his look-out responsibilities. Yet his smug grin changed when his tan skin turned a sickly pale once he laid his eyes towards the Atlantic.

"C-Captain..." Bones stuttered.

The captain noticed the change in his first-mate's face and turned to the direction he was facing towards in the waters. The captain was trying to second guess what Bones had seen. A dark spot was approaching from a distance as clouds loomed over the floating object. The captain walked towards the very tip of the ship taking Bones' spyglass with him.

"It can't be..." he whispered to himself. He held the spyglass to his eye. "Damn!" he growled.

"Captain?" Bones asked in concern.

Removing the spyglass the captain replied, "We got pirates… and I recognize the flag."

"Who is it?"

"Kirkland."

Bones said, "Shouldn't he be in Spain?"

"You can't always trust what you hear. Prepare the crew, we may have to fight."

Bones saluted, "Yes, Captain." He then sprinted to the crew to give out the orders.

The captain remained where he was. "May God have mercy on us."

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Alfred heard the sound of shuffling feet coming from the deck above, scuttling about. Muffled shouts sprouted here and there but he did not think much of it. Elizabeth took notice as well of the sounds.

"What's—ah—happening?" she gritted as she looked to the ceiling.

"I'm sure it's nothing. Give me another push, you're almost there."

She grunted and moaned as she continued to push. Tears started to form in her eyes as pain increased. Her head began to spin as well due to the noise increase from the crew on the deck.

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"She's getting closer!" a crewman shouted. The men gathered to the right of the ship watching as the opposing vessel prepared to board them.

"Captain, what should we do?" Bones asked.

"Nothing… If we try to fight, we shall lose. I refuse to risk the lives of the people here. If we just let them board the worst damage they can do is break a sail, take a few supplies, possibly evening inflicting injury. But I would rather have that than a burning ship covered in blood."

Bones was surprised. He thought that they would fight to the death. But dealing with blood- thirsty pirates lead by a legendary captain known for his ruthlessness and cunning, it seemed safer to have a quick surrender than a full-fledge battle. Bones hated the idea to put up a wuss act yet he hated the idea of death more. In his thoughts, he did not notice the pirate vessel neck-in-neck with their own.

Shadowing over the men, the black sails loomed and choked the sky. A smell of death, as if flesh had been rotting for ages, repelled the crew. The boat creaked with each wave, loud and eerie, to warn anyone who would dare challenge its might. Pirates started to appear on the deck, dirty, glaring, sweaty, but overall menacing. Some had scars while others seemed deformed. They appeared with weapons in their hands such as knives, swords, and guns, but they did not move. The stillness of these hard, stone-hearted men was more intimidating than watching the black sails flap above.

The crew wondered which one of the bastards was Kirkland. Kirkland was the most heartless, conniving, sinister man to ever roam. It was said once that his eyes were made of fire, that he drank the blood of his victims, men, women, and children, and that he collects the fingers of the shipmates he had murdered. His presence could turn a man to stone, that his heart was as black and soulless as the night. The captain had earned multiple names since he had first gained fame from just being a privateer. One was "Black Corpse" for his inhuman personality and ruthlessness, another was "Red Hands" for the blood he had spilled was said to be so great that it actually stained his hands, and the most recent one "Scar Master" from an attack on a merchant ship when he inflicted multiple scars on a crew member's body after the crewman spat on him. Just the name "Kirkland" alone was enough to strike fear into the hearts of millions.

At last the ships were neck and neck with each other. The clouds grew darker over the sails, suffocating the atmosphere and causing the waves to still. The sailors quaked at the closeness of the opposing ship's name, the Serpent. They all watched as the menaces prepared to board, grabbing ropes and wooden planks to cross. One by one the men came as crewmen slowly backed away in fear of what would happen if they were to make one of them unhappy by accidently bumping into them. About ten men had boarded when a large wooden plank was placed in-between the ships to allow a few more to pass through. The first man to cross it was a large blond man, fitted with broad shoulders with his hair slicked back exposing his piercing blue eyes. He dressed in a proper manner with brown boots, puffy shirt, and a black coat that remained unbuttoned. Following him was a Japanese man. It was a rare sight in these parts an Asian man. He had on a plain blue, men's kimono with a katana attached to the left side of his belt. The last one to follow on board was a peculiarly young man with yellow-blonde hair and intense green eyes. His hair was kept in a low ponytail revealing the multiple piercings on his left ear. His puffy shirt was baggy and loose, revealing his strong chest with regular trousers and shoes with a red coat hanging off his shoulders with gold buttons. Adorning his neck was a round gold locket with a matching with its own chain. He appeared to be of seventeen years and his face was had frightening look even though he was quite handsome.

"Who's the captain here?" He asked in a serious tone.

Confused, the captain stepped forward. " I am," he responded.

"Good, now we won't have to worry about who's who. Kill them all and any threatening passengers except for the captain." As he gave the order, his men lined up with their guns, muskets and swords.

"Please, just take whatever you want. We don't want to fight," the captain begged. "Please reconsider!"

The boy grinned. "I'd rather not."

The captain was angered by his smugness and spat, "Who are you to give such orders?!"

The boy crossed his arms nonchalantly and replied, "I have many names and they don't quite suit me." He reached for his gun and pulled it out. " I just prefer 'Kirkland'."

The captain and his crew were in shock as Kirkland was at last revealed. He growled at him, "Heartless bastard…"

"Another name for the books… Ready men?" Kirkland pointed his gun at the captain's head and the rest followed his example. "Aim…" he played with trigger. "Fi-" his last ordered was interrupted by the sound of a screaming baby. The noise filled the deck making everyone listen, especially Kirkland. He froze in his spot, listening to the cries of a child. He bent down to place his ear to the deck to confirm where the sound was coming from.

"I say," Kirkland grinned, "What kind of cargo are you carrying, Captain?" The man in question did not respond. Kirkland stood up straight and said, "Take me to where the child is…"

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"It's a girl!" Alfred laughed. "It's a girl!" He held the screaming child in his arms as his wife started crying. "We did it! We really did it!" he shouted.

Elizabeth continued crying as she chuckled. "What do you mean 'we'? I did all the pushing." She reached out for her daughter, gently holding her neck and placing her tiny body unto her lap. Lizzie then wrapped her in a white blanket and held her close. The child continued to cry.

"Shhh… you're a loud one, aren't you? Just like her papa," she giggled as she cradled her daughter close to her chest. Slowly, their baby girl stopped. Alfred sat closer to his wife, gently stroking his daughter's head. He noticed the tufts of blond that resembled his own hair color.

"She's so… small," he said as he smiled. "I'm finally a father."

Elizabeth's jaded eyes glowed with sensation as he spoke those words. "Yes, you are."

"What do you think her name should be?"

Elizabeth suddenly came to a realization. "You know what? I don't think we ever bothered figuring out a name for a girl. If it was a boy we would name him after you."

"I'm sure we can name her 'Alfred'. I don't think they have a lot of naming rules in Londonderry. I'm pretty sure we can get away with it."

Elizabeth eyed her husband, "Don't be stupid." Suddenly they heard the sound of footsteps coming from outside their door. It sounded like multiple men approaching them. Then there came a knock on their cabin door. Alfred and Elizabeth looked at each other but the knocking continued. Alfred placed a blanket over his wife's shoulders to cover her.

"I'll see who it is," he said as he stood up from the bed and walked towards the door. As soon as he opened it, he was slammed into the adjacent wall with a knife to his throat. He was held there by the man with piercing blue eyes.

"Alfred!" Elizabeth called out in terror as more men entered the room.

A Japanese man entered after the first man had attacked. The captain followed after him while muttering and apology. At last, Kirkland came into the room. Elizabeth was frightened by the intensity of his eyes. His gazed went from her to her daughter. He came towards her and kneeled, staring at the child.

Elizabeth started to shake. "Tell me," the young man spoke in a ragged tone, "Is this child a boy or a girl?"

"It's none of your damn business!" Alfred shouted but shoved against the wall even harder.

Elizabeth cried out, "It's a girl!"

Kirkland's face softened as looked onto the child. "A girl it is…" Elizabeth noticed the change in tone and face seemed to gentle out. Kirkland continued staring at the child. Soon the child's eyes opened to expose the grayness in them, but he could tell that they would be blue one day.

"I'll make you a deal…" he spoke. "If you name her 'Amelia', I promise you no harm will come to anyone on this ship."

Frightened by his words, Elizabeth reluctantly agreed. Kirkland then ordered for Alfred to be released and demanded a specific chest to be brought to him. The Japanese man left as quickly as he returned with a medium sized wooden chest intricately carved with roses. Still kneeling he opened it and took out white brocade fabric that had an intricate gold pattern of lilies.

"This is for Amelia on her wedding day," he announced placing the expensive fabric on the bed. "You may also keep the chest. One more thing," Kirkland removed the golden locket from his neck and placed it around the child. The locket was simple and had a keyhole in the center. "Gentlemen, we're done here," he said as he made his way to the door. He then faced Alfred and Elizabeth once more, "Thank you for your time." He bowed and went on his way as his men followed in suit.

...

The pirates left without causing a single casualty which brought some disappointment to Kirkland's staff. Nothing was taken, burnt, smashed, torched, nothing at all was left behind to imply a pirate's doing. They were stunned to see their captain not spill a single drop of blood on any of the crewmen. It was sudden how Kirkland demanded everyone to return to the ship, but there they were, casting off into the distance towards the English Channel and the other to the colonies. Kirkland leaned over the banister to watch the merchant vessel take off into a breezy sunset with Amelia. The wind blew around him as he stared off.

"Sir," he heard a voice say. Kirkland turned to see Kiku. "Sir, I was wondering, why did you do that?"

Kirkland grinned, "Do what? Give away some presents? I just wanted to congratulate the couple."

Kiku gave a questioning look. "Why did you say that fabric was for wedding?"

"Well, she is going to get married someday so I know that it won't go to waste."

"But why did you give away your locket? You nearly killed a man for touching it," Kiku responded.

"I'm going to get it back. I'll use it as a good excuse to go find her," he smiled.

"Sorry, Sir, I don't quite understand. What do you mean by that?" he stared as his captain gave him sly smile. His faced displayed shock as he spoke, "You're not really planning to find that little girl, are you?"

"Naturally. Besides, I need to make sure that brocade is used," Kirkland smiled and turned his face towards the waters.

"If that is what you plan to do, I hope for your sake she does not turn out ugly," Japan thought as he left his captain to his thoughts.

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Long, right? Did you like it? Was it good? Weird? Make you feel uncomfortable in anyway how I virtually made Pirate!England a pedophile? If not, great! Please review!

Sincerely~ Insanity