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Peter sighs and he walks down the staircase of his lovely home. There he saw many guests arriving, his parents greeting them, and many young maidens waiting for Peter to dance with them. The blonde boy was merely 13 year-old and already his parents are looking for girls, so that he and her could produce an heir. The young British prince looked down at his attire and grimaced at it. His clothes were just hand-me-downs from his elder brother, whom he hasn't seen since he was 3.

The blonde boy then notices that his parents are gesturing him to meet another girl. Peter frowned, the woman seemed to be in her late 20s. How absurd that his parents are wanting him to marry elder women. Though with chin up and shoulders back, Peter gracefully walks toward his parents and the old lady.

"Peter." His mother greets, "This is Lady Elizabeth Wilson. Her father is the owner of the nation's brewery."

"Charmed." Peter says, "My name is Peter Kirkland."

Elizabeth smiled and turns to Peter's parents, "May I have a moment with him?"

Peter's father seemed delighted by this, "Of course, Miss Wilson!"

The young boy watches as his parents retreat back to the door, as more and more guests are waiting for his parents to greet them and start little conversations with. Peter turns back to the woman, who seemed to have that happy expression on her old face. The young prince sighs and leads the woman to the dance floor.

Hand holding hand and hand on hip, Peter began to lead their dance. The music swayed perfectly to Peter, step by step, he mastered this dance when he was 8. Elizabeth was very impressed by the boy's dancing. To Peter, the woman couldn't even get the steps right to the dance. She had two left feet, it bothered the young British boy so much. Each time they moved, she would continue to stumble on and on.

"You are very well taught." She commented.

Peter only looked blank, "Thank you."

"You remind me of the elder sibling." She continued on.

"Arthur?"

Elizabeth nodded and sighed dreamily, "A magnificent young man, who knew how to charm young maidens in his chambers, he was also smart, and very brave, and so talented on the lute."

Peter still did not have expression on his face, "Yes."

"Though the boy seemed to be misguided somehow. Left his wonderful life for something much less."

Peter tightened his grip on the woman and forced a smile on his face, "It seems that our time is done, Miss Wilson."

The prince then walked off before Elizabeth could say anything to him. Peter casually walked up the stairs ignoring his parents, who were calling his name. The young boy walked up to his room and plopped down on his giant pillow. He hated being prince of the Great Britain Empire. So much work that they expect him to do. So much responsibilities that he can't manage to handle. No wonder Arthur left, this family is a living hell.

Peter smirked and changed out of his stuffy ole suite and into a much better clothing that only consisted of simple black trousers and a dark blue long sleeve button down shirt. The British boy rolled up his sleeves and grabbed his sailors hat. He dashed toward his window where there was a tree right in front of it. He jumped off the window and onto the tree, he then got a hold of the trunk and slid down.

The young boy took a stroll into London where there were many people walking around late at night. Peter then stopped by a pub, where he noticed rowdy men laughing and cheering. The young prince peaked his head in the building and saw dirty filthy men drinking rum right out of the bottle. Peter was about to leave, but someone saw the boy.

"HEY!"

Peter stiffened and did not move.

A tall muscular man walked up to Peter. He had dark blonde hair with a ahoge sticking up. Glasses upon his face with blue eyes that shined like the ocean. His pants were awfully torn and his white dress shirt was so filthy that Peter wasn't sure if it was even white anymore.

"What's a kid doin' here?" He said out loud.

"I-I..."

The man grabbed Peter by the collar and dragged him inside the pub. He lifted Peter up and placed him on the hard wooden bar stool. Peter squeaked as he was plopped down. The strange man sat next to him and eyed him carefully. He grinned and patted the boy's back.

"You're alright!" He said, "Name's Alfred Jones!"

Peter cracked a smile. This fellow seemed kind of funny, "I'm Peter."

Alfred kept his grin, "That's pretty awesome. Why don't we have a drink?"

The blonde prince wanted to object since he never tried rum before. But before he could even say anything Alfred already got two bottles of rum. He handed Peter a dirty bottle and clinked their bottles together. Peter watched as Alfred shouted cheerfully along with everyone else and chugged down the alcoholic drink.

The blue-eyed boy looked down at the bottle and sniffed it. He grimaced at the horrid smell and brought his lips toward it and took a sip. He quickly pulled back and made a gagging face. Suddenly laughter was heard. He looked up and saw Alfred laughing his brains out. The older man slapped his knee and ruffled the boy's hair.

"YOU SHOULD HAVE SEEN YA FACE!" Alfred shouted in a hearty manner.

Peter began to laugh along with Alfred and said, "Sh-Shut up! I've never had this before."

Alfred grinned and exclaimed, "OY! Got anything for the small shrimp?"

"Get him some milk, Al." A girly voice rang.

Both males turned around and saw a dark tanned girl in front of them. Raven hair tied into pigtails with blood stained ribbons. Peter noticed that her clothing was rather masculine than feminine. Dark green trousers that were tattered and worn out. And her shirt was a dirty white and it was tied so it showed her belly. Peter watched as she put on a button down black vest and walked towards the two.

She placed a hand on her hip and said, "Giving a kid rum? Are you stupid?"

Alfred grinned slyly, "Not at all Maria. Not at all."

The one called Maria rolled her eyes and approached Peter. She eyed him carefully like Alfred and smiled. Peter was confused by this. It seemed that these two know something that he doesn't. But it didn't matter. Maria smiled warmly and asked the bartender for milk. In seconds a glass of cold milk came into contact to Peter's hands. He quickly chugged the drink down and burped in thanks.

Maria giggled at the Prince and sat next to him. She looked over at Alfred and said, "Captain wants us to get moving."

The blonde man frowned and looked down at Peter and asked, "Can we keep it?"

Peter raised a brow and Maria smiled, "Fine. But he is your responsibility. Captain might disagree but he won't object to his first mate."

She winked at Alfred which caused him to laugh, "Of course he won't say no to you!"

Alfred then got on the bar stole and stood on the counter top. Peter and Maria watched as Alfred began to speak. He got out a pistol from his side and shot the ceiling, grabbing everyone's attention. Soon enough other men who were sloppy and badly dressed like Alfred stood up. Peter noticed swords and pistols revealing their selves as the men chuckled.

Alfred took Peter's unfinished bottle of rum and took a big gulp, "FELLAS! TIME TO GET OUR SUPPLIES!"

Men cheered and shot bullets into the air. Peter soon began to grow nervous and scared. He hopped off the bar stole and was about to run off, but Alfred took hold of Peter's collar. The blonde boy yelped and began to flare around as Alfred put him on his shoulder.

"PUT ME DOWN YOU WANKER! I AM PRINCE PETER OF GREAT BRITAIN AND I DEMAND YOU RELEASE ME!" Peter screamed.

Alfred looked over at Maria who kept a smirk on her face. Alfred shook his head and said, "Boy, you have no idea what we have stored in for you."

"Wha?"

Alfred shot his pistol again and shouted, "MEN HURRY! LET'S GO! LET'S GO!"

"A-Ah!" Peter groaned, he was having a bumpy ride after all. Alfred ran from the bar after he shot the owner's leg. The prince was soon growing tired. Or maybe nauseous. Perhaps it was nauseous since Alfred was bouncing up and down.

"I-I don't feel too well..." The boy muttered.

Maria looked at Alfred with a worried look, "Take it easy, Alfred!"

The blonde man rolled his eyes, "Um, excuse me, but we're running for our LIVES. I think him being sick isn't as important as our lives."

This time the girl rolled her eyes, "Shut up. We're almost there. Look!"

Maria was right. The three of them and the crew were nearing a ship. Peter lifted his head, wanting to see the ship. It was big and it looked like an old navy ship that he saw when he was younger. Peter sighed, knowing that the ship must have been stolen. He frowned and placed his head back down, pretending to be sleeping. He felt Alfred running up something, it sounded like he was stepping on wood.

"HURRY! SET SAIL! EVERYONE GO BACK TO YA STATIONS!" Peter heard Maria shout. Seemed like she knew what she was doing.

"Better put that one to bed." A different voice said, it was softer than Alfred's.

Alfred nodded his head and replied, "You're right, Mattie."

Peter frowned, 'Mattie? Sounds like a ridiculous name.' Peter slightly opened his eyes and saw the deck filled with filthy men like Alfred. They were shouting, pulling rope, tying rope, running around. It was chaos! As the two of them walked away, Peter noticed that they were descending into the boat. Peter looked around and saw that it was dimmed. Candles everywhere, lit each wall and corner. Another thing that caught the boy's eye was that there were hammocks everywhere.

"Here we are." He heard Alfred mumble.

The man gently placed Peter on his own hammock. Alfred glanced at Peter one more time before going back up there with the chaos. Once Alfred's footsteps died down, Peter instantly sat up. He looked around in a frantic manner. He didn't know where the hell he was! The young prince curled up as he looked around, nothing but barrels, hammocks, rum, and filth. Peter sighed. What the hell did he get himself into?

The young prince didn't know how long he was down here. The boy only stared at his own two feet. Suddenly footsteps were heard. Peter looked up and saw a few people. Alfred, Maria, and another man who looked like Alfred. The three of them approached Peter with a smile on their faces. The man who looked like Alfred handed the prince a bowl. Peter grimaced at it. It was slop.

"It's better than nothing, kid." Maria said.

Peter nodded and muttered a thank you. He heard them chuckle at him. The blue-eyed boy looked up and asked if he could have a spoon. Alfred's eyes lit up and took one out of his back pocket. Peter made another face. The man pulled it out of his back pocket. The pocket that was near his buttocks. The boy gingerly took the spoon and wiped it on his shirt before eating.

"How is it?" The Alfred look alike asked.

Peter was stuffing his face with it. He didn't even notice. Peter looked up with puffed cheeks and said, "Marff pfttf!"

Maria giggled, "I know it looks like crap but it is tasty, huh?'

The boy nodded and finished his meal. He grinned as he handed Alfred the bowl and spoon, "I didn't eat dinner yet when I left my home. So thanks!"

The Alfred look alike laughed slightly, "I like him. Nothing like the older one."

"True." Maria replied, "Though the older one is...Cuter."

Peter raised a brow, "Who?"

"Nothing." Both said in unison.

"Oh!" The look alike said, "Before I forget. My name is Matthew. I'm Alfred's twin brother."

Peter smiled, "Nice to meet you, Matthew."

Maria giggled and said, "Well. Bed time."

"W-Wha?" The Prince exclaimed, "Why?"

Alfred rolled his eyes, "Well..For starters it's midnight and you have a big day tomorrow."

Peter pouted, "The bloody hell? What are you all talkin' about?"

They all laughed slightly at him. Maria rolled her eyes and kissed his forehead, making the young boy blush.

"G'night, Prince Peter."

And with that said, he decided to listen. He laid back and fell into a deep slumber.

A/N: Seychelles is Maria. Just to let yall know. A Lute is also an early form of guitar

There's a lot of Pirate!England stories with America, Canada, France, Spain and so on. But what about Sealand? I think Sealand would of wanted to know that his big brother use to be a pirate. if he knew that then England might of gotten a LITTLE respect from the small guy. haha

There's EnglandxSeychelles in this story too. Cause EnglandxSeychelles is one of my fav pairings.

I started this story cause I'm finishing up my ChinaxTaiwan story , To Capture His Girl so yeah.

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