Ahoy there! (Didn't say Konnichiwa!) I'm Angel the Neko and welcome to my fanfiction dedicated to three things: 1) Pirates 2) World War Two and 3) My friends. This fanfiction was actually a request and I've been writing it every day before and after school (whenever I get time) since Friday. Chapters for this won't be released as often: it's more like a side project but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless.

As I said this fic was requested and is dedicated to my friends shiro-tsubasa-chan but also three anons which I cannot name due to privacy. So, because of our inside jokes, I'll call them this:

The Pharaoh
Not a Mike
Cousin-Killer

So warnings: this story's a little vague so these things may change but there will be USUK and slight traces of FrUK (on request of Not a Mike). There may even be GerIta and NiChu later, cuz those pairings are just awesome. This story's plotline is based on the events of World War 2 (as requested by those guys ^).

Tanoshimu!


Prologue: At sea and on land

A new face to the suspicious scene


The flag was raised and there it stayed, fluttering harsh and violently in the aggressive sea winds. It turned its course, the proud Union Jack changing into an evil menacing pirate skull and crossbones.

It was, of course, a pirate's ship.

And, at the bow of the ship was a mean-looking blond haired pirate, the feathers of his hat flowing with the violent wind and his golden hair along with it. The seafaring coat he wore was red and just a few buttons were messily done up as the rest of his coat (draped around his shoulders) flapped with the vicious winds. His eyes were a brilliant emerald green and his impressive thick eyebrows were raised into a smug expression. As was his smile: teeth glinting slightly and his focus fixed upon the vast horizon.

Then, from out of the main ship came a young (yet still noticeably older compared to the first man) fellow pirate. Though he didn't look as dodgy and rough as the first, for his beautiful silky hair was neat and hung attractively just below his jaw line, he was still a nasty pirate. You could tell from his eyes, which were a sparkling blue just like the treacherous ocean that they had sailed on for so long, yet the way his eyes sparked were unmistakeably those of a pirate. That or a rather overly friendly man that you wouldn't want to catch late at night in some dark secluded place...

"It appears zat ze ship approaching is 'eaded zis way." He muttered to his darker companion.

"Let 'em come Frog. I'll send any pirate who comes my way to Davy Jones' locker." He snarled.

"Ohonhon... Whatever you say mon ami."

"That's Captain to you, Frog."

"Oui, Captain."

Then the 'frog' retreated back into the main ship and the ominous pirate took a deep breath of the salty sea air.

"That ship'll be down by nightfall or my name's not Arthur Kirkland." He chuckled.

Then he proceeded back into the ship to begin hasty preparations for the coming battle.


Meanwhile, on another ship...

Stoic and tough, the man stood there with his green seafaring coat and a large impressive hat placed upon his head. He was emotionless- strong, unreadable and his eyes were both narrow and cold: a standoffish steely blue. His blond hair was neatly slicked back and his arms were folded defensively. He was most definitely neat and smart, after all his pirate's hat was positioned at such a fine angle and the top two buttons of his sea coat were done up so perfectly that one might even question his pirate status. True he was a fearsome captain like any other but he lacked that dirty, rugged look that the first captain had displayed.

"It seems zat a ship is approaching." He grunted, taking note of the fast-approaching bold ship on the horizon.

"Vell let zem come. It's nozing zat me und my crew can't handle. Some of zem may... Differ from ozers but I have faith und respect for my crew und ve vill crush zem soon enough since zey underestimate my abilities. Dummkopfs. An amateur's mistake to make."

The pirate with the noticeable German accent obviously had no idea who he was calling amateurs and that he too was making a mistake. In fact, both ships were. But neither of the ships swayed their course, for they were completely unaware and oblivious.

Then all of a sudden, the door burst open and another man came flying in. He had neat brown hair and shining ambery-brown eyes. His face gleamed with panic and distress and on the left side of his head was a spiral curl which stood on end.

"Ve~! Ludwig there's a big nasty ship approaching! What are we going to do? I'm-a scared!"

The amount of panic and the thick Italian accent was obvious in his voice and for that his superior displayed the slightest amount of sympathy. It was not an emotion that he was familiar with and so the panicked Italian's fear was definitely an impressive one.

"Don't panic Feliciano. It vill be over und done vith before your siesta." The man known as Ludwig said reassuringly.

"Yay! I was so worried that it'd cut into pasta time!" His companion Feliciano beamed.

"Feliciano, vith you, any time is pasta time." Ludwig sighed.

"Well, that's true!" He cried happily, and then he added: "...Ludwig?"

"Ja Feliciano?"

"You'll protect me won't you?"

"...Of course I vill. Alvays. You und everyvone else."

"Yay! That's a relief."

"Now go prepare for ze coming battle."

"Yes sir! Shall I go get my super special white flag?"

"On second zought: go hide in ze kitchen."


In the harbour...

"Wow! This place is so cool!"

The boy's mouth was wide open with pure amazement and his eyes were as wide as saucers. His short dirty blond hair was flowing in the salty sea air and on the top of his head was a single flick of hair which stood on end and was also swaying in the breeze. He wore a brown tattered coat and his blue eyes glinted with excitement. The brown coat he wore was messy and torn, much like his hair which was an extremely dirty and tangled mess.

On his face was on odd looking accessory: a pair of half-rimmed spectacles. It was not common around those parts and the boy couldn't recall how he obtained them himself. Traditionally, eyeglasses were things for rich people and he was nowhere near as rich as he was meant to be to own eyeglasses. But they suited him very well and aided his sight greatly.

"It's pretty big! I'm bound to find a cool ship to take me on around here somewhere!"

The boy seemed quite young- well, his attitude was at least. Like a young child, yet his physical appearance didn't look that much past the age of 18. But what was important was that he was completely taken with the scene: the impressive ships, the hard working men- to him, all of this was fantastic- simply breathtaking.

And, on top of the cliff overlooking the harbour stood a small-ish man with a slightly feminine physique. His dark brown hair was long and tied back into a low, loose ponytail. His deep brown irises were serious and fixed on the harbour below.

"I know you're here-aru." He whispered under his breath. "I can feel it."

Suddenly he took out a round, black, metallic object resembling that of a certain cooking utensil.

"And I'm here to stop you."

Then he jumped down from the highest point on the cliff, landing firmly on his two feet and resisting the temptation to exclaim loudly from sheer excitement. But, as he landed, he couldn't help himself from gasping out his favourite catchphrase:

"A-aiya!"

Quickly he gathered his wits and dashed off into the harbour, glancing around every turn and peering over every obstacle. It was obvious that he was searching for something, or more specifically: someone. Whatever it was, he was obviously determined to find it as soon as possible.

Perhaps it was the young boy, fascinated by the mere gathering of ships and the impressive-looking harbour? Or maybe it was the two blonds out at sea: the Frog and Captain Arthur Kirkland? Could it even be the panicked "pirate" Feliciano or the dreaded yet serious Captain Ludwig? Or maybe... Just maybe...

It was something else. A new face to this suspicious scene.


^^ I hope you guys enjoyed that! Especially two of my requesters: The Pharaoh and Not a Mike. They've only been watching me write this on paper and have insisted on reading this when it's up. Satisfied guys?

So as I said before, chapters for this won't be up as often but I still hope that you guys will enjoy it and eagerly await each chapter.

Sayonara minna-san!

~Neko

Along with requesters shiro-tsubasa-chan, The Pharaoh, Not a Mike and Cousin-Killer. Couldn't have done this without you guys, but I could have done without your constant peering at my work... ¬.¬