Hello! This is a story about 2 new countries that live on an island in the middle of the Bermuda Triangle. The pirates Spain and England race to go and get them. BTW: This story contains to OC, Amys and Tria (when they are together it is simply Amystria). There is no country actually called Amystria =_= Anyways! The story will have Spain and England switched every chapter so you can see their point of view. There is also vocab at the bottom of the screen if you don't understand parts! Enjoy ^w^

Spain:

I was getting anxious. The spies I sent where fifteen minutes late. I needed this information. I needed to be able to laugh at that ugly gringo's face!

"Sir!" Sorry we're late!" said two of my spies as they entered huffing into my office.

"So? What did you find?" I demanded.

"The rumors are true mi Señor." One said.

"Well! What are we waiting for? Gather all the supplies we need! Tonight we shall head for the island!" I exclaimed as I ran and grabbed the best coat I had.

After some nights at sea, it seemed we were getting closer and closer . . . Yet, it all looked the same.

"Any signs of him?" I asked nervously.

"No, mi Señor!" answered someone down at the deck. I couldn't let him get that island at any cost! Either way he has too much. He is as greedy as a cat! More and more power he wants, but can barely handle the neighboring countries! Plus, he just got a new country named America, that should already be a handful! I sighed as I went to my quarters. When I got there, I poured some tequila in my glass. As I started to drink it; a loud BOOM was heard. I ran outside.

"What's happening?" I demanded.

"We're under attack mi Señor!" responded a crew member as he loaded canon.

"Maldición! It's that gringo isn't it?" I asked furiously. That moment my question was answered. A big ship appeared out of the mist. The English flag was on the mast of the ship; it was a huge flag."Made to be noticeable." I mumbled to myself annoyed. The ship kept coming closer and closer even though the canon ball's made hole's on the ship. "Prepare to be bordered men!" I warned as I took out my sword and walked towards the edge of the ship.

"Attack!" someone screamed as the British started jumping on my ship. Some of them fell to the ocean as soon as they touched the floorboards of my ship. Spaniard's are best at sword fighting, they should know that.

"You still trying to beat me, aren't you, "amigo." Hahaha!" someone called with a snicker. I turned around rapidly and flung my sword towards . . .

"England!" I belched as my espada hit his sword near his face. "I see you can't even pronounce a simple world like "amigo" right." I said with annoyance as my espada hit his sword near his left leg.

"Why Spain! Sarcasm doesn't fit a tequila and flan lover!" England chuckled, swinging at my chest. I swiftly blocked him, making a blow to England's sword that made him stagger backwards.

"Nor does it fit a man who doesn't know how to cook!" I exclaimed as I flung my espada toward his neck. He blocked it and started to hit my espada maniacally as typical England does when he is frustrated. I blocked all his blows then aimed at his feet. He jumped and before I could retrieve my espada, his feet had landed on it. I quickly did a cartwheel-like kick to his face which made him flinch. He threw his sword at my face but it missed. At that moment, I seized my hand and punched him in the right cheek. He ducked fast and grabbed my sword. I kneed him in the huevos and knocked my espada out of his hand. He tried to reach out for it but I grabbed his am and twisted it behind his back.

"Get off my ship!" I growled.

"Not until you agree that half of the island is mine!" England claimed. I twisted his arm some more in irritation.

"Why should I?" I spat.

"Because. . . Ow!" England yelped.

"Oh! Sorry . . . I mean, why?" I repeated, loosening my grip.

"Because there is a North and South, it's an equal share! You can get either one, but they must never meet for the sake of our agreement!" England responded somewhat nervously. It took me a minute to reply.

"Fine! But I get to pick first!" I growled as I pushed England towards the edge. "Now get off of my ship!" I exclaimed as I threw England to his ship. He would have fallen if his men hadn't caught him. England's ship was in pretty bad shape; as it started to sail away I noticed some of his men had already started repairing some of the damage. I turned around and saw that my ship was a mess. There were swords, bodies, rubbish and a bunch of wood on deck.

"How many casualties?" I asked a crew member.

"Five men on our side and it looks like eight form Señor England's side patron." He answered. I smiled. Ha! That idiot thought he could win. "Estupído!" I thought over and over again. I walked around to give orders to my men.

"Patron, do you need some tea?" asked my second in command.

"No gracias Alejandro, my temper has calmed down." I said with a warm smile. Alejandro always was concerned about something, but this time I understood why. When I can't control my temper, I go into a murderous state. People call it my "conquistador" mode. It rarely happens because I am extremely cautious about it. I'm usually in a good mood so I don't have to worry too much. "I'm going to rest Alejandro, please take care of the rest of the crew." I said with a sigh.

"Si, mi Señor." He said as he went to help the crew.

The next day around noon we hit land! I scurried down the stars and off the ship. I was nervous and excited. I wanted to meet this new country. I wanted to teach him or her my ways. I mean, it was great to have an underling! Romano was once my underling and at first it was hard but then it turned out great. I started searching, wondering if the country would become my friend. Then I saw a shadow. I started walking up to the shadow. It became clearer each step I took. It looked like a girl . . .

I was right. It WAS a girl. "She's pretty!" that was my first thought. I came closer and realized she had just woken up from sleeping underneath a palm tree. She had tan skin, green bright eyes, brown hair that curled at the end (the color really complemented her green eyes, made them seem brighter), wearing shorts and a white shirt that was kind of ripped. She looked like she was around the age of twelve or eleven. Everything about her I liked, even her small stature. I had to say something . . . !

"Hola! Que felicidad me da de verte y me da muchísimo gusto en conocerte! Me llamo España, vengo de un lugar leyos de aquí!" I exclaimed while doing hand motions because she looked real confused. Should I keep talking in Spanish or talk in English?

. . .

Well English is the universal language . . . (damn that stupid England!) I decided to repeat everything I said in English.

"Hi! What joy it gives me to see you and it's a real pleasure to meet you! My name is Spain, I come from a place far from here!" I said with a smile, hoping she understood me this time. It looked like did, so I continued talking and did some more hand motions. "I am here to take you to where I live!" I explained while pointing at my ship.

"Oh, okay." The girl said in a daze.

. . .

"Well then, follow me!" I cheered. I couldn't contain my joy. I grabbed her hand and led her to my ship. She starred at the ship while we walked up to it. "Beautiful isn't it?" I blurted out with pride. She nodded while still keeping her eyes on the ship. "I call my ship 'Anna Maria'; it's one of my finest ships! It is very strong and can bounce off cannonballs! And, and the girl at the tip of the ship is a fairy. A magical and beautiful creature. It's better than sirens." I kept blabbing on about my ship until we came up on deck. She was very interested in the ship, I mean, she paid attention to my blabbering . . . no one pays attention except Greece to my blabbing. I was growing very fond of her.

At dinner we threw a banquet for her as a surprise. She couldn't believe that so much food could exist in this world. My crew danced and sang for her. She was getting the hang of things rather quickly. I got up and walked towards her and some drunken crew members dancing.

"Would you like to dance with me?" I asked with a gentlemanly voice.

"Well! I would love to mi Señor!" exclaimed a drunken crew member as he tried to grab my hand, falling on his face in the process. B

"I meant the young lady." I exclaimed, suppressing the sound of annoyance in my voice. I reached my hand out towards her and she smiled. She got up and grabbed my hand tightly as I showed her to the dance floor.

"Um. . . Big hermano Spain, I know very little about dancing." She said while hiding her face of embarrassment.

"Haha! No worries!" I reassured her with a wink and a smile. "Just follow my lead, pequeña." I spun her around as I put my hand above her waist. Her face was full of astonishment. The crew was playing a tango-ish music. At first she was stumbling and stepping on my feet, but after a few songs she was as good as me. . . well me when I was her age. A few songs later I told the crew to clean up and go to bed.

"Come on chiquita; let me take you to your room." I had ordered Alejandro to divide my living area into two with a sliding wooden door in the middle of the room. "you will live in my quarters while we are on this ship; when we get to my house you shall have your own room . . . I you want we can connect our rooms." I said casually, intentionally not looking at her face because I sensed she was blushing.

"Um. . . I think that I'll decide that later big hermano. . ." she stuttered, looking down as she started to walk to her side of the room. I followed and showed her the bed, closet, and wardrobe. I took her pajama's out and placed them on her bed.

"This shall be your nightwear, put it on." I commented as I turned around so she could change. It was getting awkward so I decided to ask her name since I still didn't know it. Haha! I was blushing and I don't know why.

"Chiquita, what's your name?" I asked, wondering if I should turn around yet.

"It's Tria, big hermano Spain." She answered. . . . Tria! Tria, I like the sound of it! "You can turn around now España." She said as she tapped m on the back. I turned around and almost gasped to see her in a nightgown. Dresses made her look even more beautiful.

"Tria? Que lindo! I like it. Tria, do you want me to brush and braid your hair? Women tell me that it helps girls sleep better, I mean. . . it's probably your first time on a ship right?" I said hopefully.

'Si, that would help hermano.' She said while she went to sit at her dresser to sit on the stool. I grabbed the brush on the dresser and started brushing her long brown hair, braiding it gently and adding a blue ribbon at the end.

"There! Now have wonderful dreams mi pequeña." I said with a sweet, gentle voice so that she could calm down. I slid the door close and sot on my bed. I sighed while I took my boots off and started changing into my nightwear. I blew the candles out and went tucked myself into bed. This is a great start to my friendship with Tria!

Welp! I hope you liked the story! This was written by a close friend of mine who is Spain in our Hetalia group(: For everyone who doesn't speak Spanish, here are the words in English:

Gringo = Mean way to say white person

Espada = Sword

Señor = what you call someone older/superior

Huevos = eggs (but in this case, balls)

Stupido = Stupid

Hermano = Brother

Pequeña = small/little one

España = Spain

Que lindo! = How pretty!

Maldición = Damnit! (etc.)

Feel free to send me a message if there are words you don't understand or I forgot some words(: Please review and subscribe :D