Soul: I kept watching Pirate Iggy tributes on you tube and was inspired to make this crossover. Not only is Hetalia epic, Jack Sparrow is too so I had to put him in.

DISCLAIMER: If I really owned Hetalia, first off, Pirate Iggy would be in it more, and second, Scotland wouldn't just be a OC. Also I don't own Pirates of the Caribbean.

Oh by the way, my OC Ireland may seem a bit off, but Scotland as always been England's older brother in my mind and I needed a younger brother. I looked up some Irish stereotypes, but they don't really fit the character. But if you like him, please tell me. In my opinion, his awesome.

Coincidence

Chapter 1:

"Pull the anchor up! Ireland, where the bloody hell are you?"
Ireland growled and swung out off of the rigging. Grumbling under his breath, Ireland walked over to his big brother.
"What is it now?" he snapped. England looked down at him, grinning in a crooked way.
"Got some more crew members. Let's head off."
Ireland immediately smiled in a similar fashion and got to work untying the sails.
"Who is this?"
Ireland felt the back of his ponytail pulled. He yanked his head forward, trying to get out of the grasp.
"Captain, you didn't tell us there would be a female on board." the man said. Ireland felt a vein in his forehead tick. England growled.
"Ireland." he said, as if it was an order. Ireland put a hand in his coat and rolled between the man's legs. The were three, including the one who had caught a hold of Ireland's hair.
Two fell over soma barrels when Ireland jumped up and kicked them. The man who had grabbed his hair pulled out his sword. Ireland responded by pulling a long dagger out of his coat and sliding it up the man blade. It two swift movements, Ireland cut the back of his hand and round-house kicked him into a barrel of fish.
"For your information, scumbags, I'm a boy." Ireland spat and walk over to England, who was laughing. Another sailor helped pull the new men up.
"That's the Captain's younger brother. Don't mess with the kids unless you want the Captain on ya next time." was the suggestion. Ireland kicked off the cork to a barrel and filled up to cups. He handed one to England. Before Ireland could take a drink, England grabbed the cup from him.
"No liquor for you."
"It's not as if you could hold it down either."
England ruffled the Irish teen's red hair and laughed. Ireland was small for his age and had long red hair that got him mistaken for a girl. He wore a dark green coat most of the time and had an odd silver cross hanging from around his neck.
Ireland retied the back of his hair and his bandana then flicked the beads hanging in his face out of the way and grabbed a rope as it swung by. England shook his head and sat down to finish his cup of liquor.
Soon, they were out at sea, where both England and Ireland felt much better. Stuffy, loud cities were only fun when you collecting money. The new men quickly learned not to anger Ireland. Two more fights broke out between them, which were mostly caused by the men's own blunders than Ireland's quick temper.
"Where the hell are we going?" Ireland asked one day. They had been caught up in a storm and were now surrounded by a thick fog.
England scratched out a circle on the desk with his boot. Ireland heard him muttering under his breath.
"Don't think that'll work in here." he said, looking back at his brother. England winked and looked around. The fog started clearing. Ireland rolled his eyes and called for the sailors.
"Turn starboard, we'll reach land by morn." England said, looking up at the sky. The sails strained in the wind, flag whipping to and fro.
Ireland saw his brother stare back past the way they'd come. He raised an eyebrow and dropped down next to him.
"What's wrong?"
England shook his head and ruffled Ireland's hair. Ireland dropped it.
"Where are we docking again, sir?" a man asked England.
"Tortuga." he replied, smirking.

Soul: Yea. Oddly enough, I was watching Pirates of the Baribbean while typing this. How you like, review pretty please.