Hello everyone ! so basically this is my first fanfiction that I publish about Hetalia and English isn't my native language. So you may wonder why am I writing in english then ? It is to perform it, to make it better and better. Sometimes I'm more at ease to express some situations nor feelings in this language as well. While waiting for some of your feedback and comments, I wish you a good reading of this history. Takes place between the 15th and 16th and deals with one of my favorite hetalia OTP, Portugal (OC) x England and pirates…Enjoy !

NB : Story may contain little violence aspects. Not historically accured. Constructive criticism and some suggestions are welcome ^^

Disclaimer : I don't own Hetalia nor it's characters. I Only own Pirate Portugal and this story.

Pirate England x Portugal part 1 : Who are you, where do you came from...?

On the verge of medeterranean sea, a big ship with a black flag at the top next to a rich spanish one. Captain Kirkland and his pirate crew were on a strike boarding, their aim : conquistador antonio's treasure. Captain Arthur had his own patterns against Antonio, he wanted him to submit and to admit he was the strongest pirate of the seven seas and five oceans.

While his crew and the spanish one were fighting on the upper deck, Arthur and a mate have gone down looking for the secret treasure Antonio was carrying from his last expedition, as far as the british pirate has heard. Then Arthur was looking in the ship hold.

« my, my look what we found here... »

Leaning miserably next some wine barrels in a dark corner there was a man tied up to a post by his wrists. Arthur stepped up to him. He was torso naked and his chest was cover of what seemed cuts, bruises and some cigar burns as well. He seemed unconscious.

"oi, are you alive dog ?" he put a foot on the man shoulder and shake it off. "he seems well build despite his state" It looked like he had some big muscles indeed. It's with some suprise that Arthur saw the man shake a little and straighten his head towards him, giving him an empty sight. The pirate's heart skipped. " what the...?" *in Arthur's thoughts*

He definitely wasn't a mere slave...those blue-grey eyes, even empty, for some reason captivated him for a moment...

"Captain ! I found something in the quarters under deck !" Captain kirkland mate was coming forward holding a little chest. Arthur smirked.

- good job seaman ! patted him in the shoulder and took out his sword. Arthur pointed it to the unknown man and slashed the strings of his wrists.

"what are we doing now sir ?

- help me, we are taking this new recruit with us, back to the ship"

'Aye sir'

The fellow had lost consciousness again.

~a few days later~

"welcome hoome~ ! hey say Big brother, Big brother ! who is the man upstairs ?"

Arthur smiled to his faithfull little henchman and tousled his hair.

"it's Portugal our new guest America, he needs to cure and to rest a while so make sure you don't bother him too much, right ? "

"boring..." the blond child sulked and inflated his cheeks.

Basically Arthur wished to make him a pirate and own him in his crew. However a few days earlier he received a letter from that spain conquistador bastard telling him that actually he captured his brother, the old portuguese empire, ruled by himself Spain. The letter was telling the british empire that he could stay with him as well. Antonio didn't need his older brother anymore since he had the country lead and full power on portuguese lands. At that moment Kirkland only thought :

"what a shame...he was not so bad shaped for battles... "

A week past since he took portugal from his former owner Spain. Those late days Captain Kirkland was rather busy with plundering and sinking ships. Nevertheless he was thinking a lot about portugal lately. He wanted him to wake up as soon as possible to be able to play with him to his heart contempt, after all he was under his power now... He owned that man right ? But Arthur was also wondering what could be a broken nation usefull for ?

When visiting his little America, he used to take news of Portugal as well and see him in the room he was resting in.

Until Portugal finally woke up one morning calling :

"Açores !" *

Breathless, the dark haired man had a stretched arm in front of him. And it's with astonishment that he made eyes contact with a pair of blue eyes...

*( Açores are Portuguese Islands, somehow I wanted to create a character for it, to involve another portugal family member other than spain)

~End of first part~