Author's Notes: "I Want to be a Pirate" by George Harrison.

Disclaimer: I'm only putting this here once, I do not own Hetalia or any songs/bands mentioned no or later on.

I want to be a pirate
A pirate's life for me
All my friends are pirates
And sail the b. b. sea
I've got a jolly roger
It's black and white and vast
Get out of your skull and crossbones
And I'll run it up your mast

Chapter 1- The Idiot

Arthur was enjoying a quiet afternoon in his house. Sure Alfred had come knocking on his door earlier and practically dumped his younger sister on him to watch, but that hadn't really ruined his day in the least. The younger nation, Samaris—or Eva as was her human name—had been quite polite.

How is she so different from that American twit? Arthur asked himself. Oh right. It might have been the part of Ivan's influence whenever she stayed with him, but that was another story entirely, and Arthur didn't feel like pondering over it at the present.

"You wanted blue thread here right?" Eva asked quietly with a muddled Russian-American accent.

Arthur looked at the younger nation for a moment before focusing on the question. She was pointing at a section of quilting—yes they were bloody quilting— block that depicted a pirate ship sailing over unstitched waters.

At least the girl could pick up on skills quicker than Alfred. But that wasn't saying much when the American couldn't even keep his focus on one thing for more than five minutes. Arthur just hoped it didn't rub off on Eva eventually. He did like the docile nature she exhibited when she was around him. And she was helping him get some of the more difficult parts of this quilt done right now.

"Yes, I think that would be good," Arthur replied with a faint smile.

Eva picked through the spools of thread they had sitting nearby and Arthur returned to the piece he had been working on. Oh why couldn't Alfred be more like—?

CRASH.

Arthur tried not to flinch from the mental image he conjured up of his front door lying savagely maimed against the wall.

"HEEEEEEYYYY BRRIITTAAAAIIINNN~!" Alfred's voice rang down the hall.

Speak of the devil. Arthur thought sourly as Alfred burst through the door.

"Heeeey~ Artie!" Alfred sang, "Doing some boring stuff again?"

"How many times have I told you not to call me that?"Englandreplied letting his aggravation give edge to his tone, "Where were you anyway?"

Eva looked up as Alfred crossed the room and peered at what she was sewing. The "you-sure-you-want-to-know?" grin spread across his face as he looked at the quilt block.

"Well…" he drawled slowly.

"Well what?" Arthur snapped.

"Why do you do this boring stuff?" Alfred asked taking over the empty couch across from Arthur. His legs swung over an arm, his tall figure barely fitting onto the whole thing, as he spoke, "I mean, dude, you could be doing something waaaay more interesting than sewing."

Arthur huffed indignantly, "I've had more than enough adventure in my lifetime. I don't really see the need to do anything more than what I enjoy now."

Alfred propped himself up on his elbows and scrutinized Arthur overTexas, "I was talking withSpainandFrancetoday and they said you were a really wild pirate back in the old days."

"Maybe, and we've all done things in our lives that we don't wish to talk about," Arthur bit back irritably. Had those two really mentioned pirating to Alfred? He would never hear the end of it.

"Heh, yea sure…" Alfred responded flopping back onto the couch, "But you should totally find some old outfits or something and be a pirate for a day sometime!"

"I most certainly will not!" Arthur shot the idea down immediately, "Do you know how unruly that would be for a gentleman like me?"

"I think it would be cute~!" Eva giggled.

Arthur glowered at the younger nation. Unfortunately, when Alfred was around she tended to be more vocal. And it didn't help that she would also take up a lot of Alfred's absurd ideas and even egg him on.

Alfred was up and moving around the couch in a flash. "Could you tell us some stories!" His bright blue eyes came within inches of Arthur's own forest green eyes. The American beamed with uncontained glee, "I bet they're really awesome!"

Arthur shoved him away, "I say, have you ever heard of personal space? And why would you want to know such horrid things?"

"Awww I bet it wasn't that bad!" Alfred pouted.

No. Those eyes. Those damn puppy eyes.

Arthur jerked away from Alfred and stared at his needlework, "No, and if you keep asking you can get out."

Alfred took a moment to consider this. Then, he straightened up while looking at his watch, "Yea, actually we should be heading back anyway."

Eva set aside the needle she had yet to thread, "Already?"

Arthur was in shock. Alfred never relented on something so easily. What the bloody hell is going on? He got up long enough to help Eva collect her things and to escort both nations to the door. His suspicions didn't ease as Alfred grinned widely at him before walking out.

"See ya at the next meeting Artie~!" Alfred shouted with a wave. Eva followed the American in a flurry of pale blonde hair and laughter.

Arthur felt a sudden shudder go down his spine. Something really didn't feel right about this.

~*~*~
"So what was with the quick escape?" Eva asked as she lounged across from Alfred on the private jet. They had yet to take off from the airport as delays had arisen. (They always do.)

Alfred grinned smugly at his little sister. Eva raised an eyebrow at him. "Well," Alfred chuckled, "I knew Arthur wasn't just gonna tell us about the pirate stuff. He's really secretive about shit like that. So I just snagged up one of his little magic books and…"

Eva's mouth dropped, "Alfred!" She stuttered searching for words, "Wh-what.. why the hell would you do that!"

Alfred pulled out the book and flicked through the old pages almost thoughtfully.

"I thought there might be something in here so we could see for ourselves whatBritainwas really like back then."

As stupid and crazy as it sounded, Eva actually found herself intrigued by the possibility. Not that it would work. It couldn't work. Right?

She finally sighed and then a smile broke across her face, "You better be ready for whatever you're getting yourself into."

"I'm always ready. I'm the hero. Remember?" Alfred laughed as he stuffed the book into his bomber jacket.

Eva's bright blue eyes frosted with unease as she watched the American settle happily into his seat, "There are no heroes among pirates Alfred…"

With a yo-ho-ho
And a ya-ha-ha
And a ye-hee-hee-ho-hum
With a yo-ho-ho
And a ya-ha-ha
And a yum-yum-jum-jum