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"What are you going on about now?" England said rather angrily as he sat at the world meeting tables.
"An alternate universe dude! Where you're a pirate! We're all pirates!" America said loudly looking quite exited.
"News flash I was a pirate!" England yelled glaring at the younger nation.
Suddenly there was a bright flash of light that blinded the nine nations that had yet to leave the room. When they came too they were chained to chairs with quite the amount of guns pointed at their heads. The men holding the guns were wearing the modern day navel uniform, all generals.
"Dudes!" America said his eyes wide staring down the barrel of the nearest gun.
"Amerika." Russia said from beside the self-proclaimed hero. "I, along with everyone else would like to not die…"
"So shut the bloody hell up." England snapped finishing the Russian's thought.
"Is this them?" One of the generals said.
"Y-yes, this is them. I-I'm positive." A shaky voice said from the corner of the room.
One general fitted in a British general's uniform walked over to the man and unlocked his shackles. "Then, I General Henry Leroy Buckingham the Third give you a royal pardon in name of her Majesty Queen Elizabeth Alexandra Mary Windsor the Second, you are free to go."
"T-thank you sir." The man said before fleeing the room.
"Can we trust them?" a general with a heavy French accent said looking at the nations and cocking his gun.
"We have to believe that yes we can if we are going to win this war." An American general said lowering his gun and shaking his head.
"Vhy are ve here?" Germany said trying to shake a crying Italy off his arm.
"SIR!" A younger lieutenant said running into the room.
"What is it lieutenant?" a Japanese general said turning to him.
"We, we got him." He smiled.
"Perfect." A predatory grin surfaced on the French general's face.
"Let's go then. Bring them." The Russian man said leaving the room.
The nine countries and six generals walked down a long hallway fitted with a heavy duty metal that none of the nations could identify. They came to two doors right next to each other. "This one." They entered a room with recording equipment, and a one way window. On the other side of the window there was a table and two chairs. In the chair facing the window sat a figure, this figure had shackles chaining his hands to the top of the metal table, shackles chained his legs to the floor, and there was a rather large shackle around his neck chaining him to the back wall. The man had his head own so the only distinct features the countries could see were his broad, muscled build and his ash blond hair that was long enough to cover his face. What stood out most about this man was the clothes he was wearing, he had a dark purple jacket that reminded many of the countries of the old military coats they once wore, an old off white shirt, and a pair of tan pants, with old, black, leather boots that reached just below his knees.
England, France, and Prussia knew instantly what they were looking at.
"A pirate." All three of them said at the same time.
At that exact moment the lieutenant from earlier walked into the same room as the pirate.
The pirate lifted his head and the nations gasped.