Title: The Wish

Pairings: USUK, Pirate!England/US, Pirate!France/US, One Sided Hong Kong/Pirate!England, mentioned Pirate!Spain/Pirate!Prussia

Rating: M (I'll let you know when the next chapter's gonna be M)

Warings: There will be rape, there will be lemonz, there will be bondage, and all that other yummi love~!

Icing-Chan here! This was a request by a friend~ I absolutely LOVE writing about Pirates, especially Pirate!England!

I hope you like it, love!

This isn't based off real history, this is what I think would have happened~


"I HATE YOU!"

These three words can have over a thousand meanings. They can be simply to express anger, like a child to his parent if he's told to go to his room, or to express how much you love a person, but just can't manage the right words.

Unfortunately, neither of these were the meaning of the outburst which rang through the large mansion owned by Arthur Kirkland. They were meant as they were said, a simple way of putting "I never wish to see you again".

Alfred Jones, the man he'd raised from a young child and who also happened to be on the receiving end of the phrase, stood in shock in the center of the large front corridor which led to the entryway. The words rang in his ears, though he refused to believe them, refused to acknowledge that his once significant other had even spoken.

"You bloody git! I can't believe you'd do this!" the man screamed, his frame shaking with rage. Tear's had begun to gather in his eyes, and he looked as if he was about to begin bawling. Alfred peered down at his feet in shame, feeling his own eyes slowly beginning to moisten as well.

"I didn't mean to…" he said quietly, wiping the tears from his eyes and looking up at the other blonde sadly. Arthur's eyes widened in disbelief and his hands clenched into fists by his sides so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

"You didn't mean to?" he asked incredulously. "YOU DIDN'T. BLOODY. MEAN TO!" Alfred had to dodge a large blue vase as the Englishman grabbed it off a mantle and threw it at his head, sobs beginning to escape his lips. "GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!"

Alfred's eyes widened and he froze, the words slowly starting to sink in. He felt as if his heart was being torn out of his chest and stabbed a million times over. Arthur hated him. And he wanted him to leave.

"Iggy, please!" he begged, but the only reply he received was another vase hurtling through the air which grazed his left shoulder and shattered against the wall behind him.

"I said get out! If I never see you again it'll be too soon!" the outraged Brit yelled, his fear-driven trembling worsening. Alfred slowly backed away, tears beginning to roll down his cheeks.

"Alright, I'll go…" he said quietly, still slowly backing away. "Can I at least pack?" Arthur gaped at him as if the question was the most absurd thing he'd ever heard.

"No! Just GET OUT!" he screamed the last two words so loud Alfred expected all the nearby glass to shatter, but of course it didn't. He nodded, turning and slowly making his way to the door. As he reached for the doorknob, the heartbroken pain he felt reached an agonizing height and he let out a quiet sob, his hand beginning to tremble.

"I love you," he whispered as he stepped out into the cold white bitterness of winter, though it may as well have fallen upon deaf ears. The door closed behind him and as he held his head in his hands, he whispered a wish full of honesty and truth. "I wish I was never born."

X

Sunlight shone brightly down on London as Alfred awoke with a groan. When had his bed gotten so frickin' hard! He slowly opened his eyes and was shocked to find the sun smiling back at him. Where was the ceiling! He frantically looked around, realizing that he wasn't in his room. Or his house. Or any house, for that matter. He was outside, lying on a cold, hard park bench.

The memories of the night before flooded back and he cringed, sitting up and resting his head on his hands. He couldn't even remember what had started their fight.

"You alright, comrade?" Alfred was startled from his thoughts by the question which came from beside him. He sat up and turned his head to see Ivan sitting on the bench not far from him, a childish grin spread across his face. Alfred sighed and shrugged, pulling Texas off so he could rub his eyes.

"I don't even know anymore commie," he replied, replacing the glasses and leaning back against the back of the bench. Ivan scooted closer and snaked an arm around Alfred's shoulders, causing the younger man to shiver at the cold touch.

"I heard your wish, da," he said, his smile widening. "I could grant it for you?" Alfred squinted at the Russian confusedly as he dug through his memory for any wishes he'd made recently.

"What do you mean?" he asked slowly, scooting away from the creepy Russian. He received a shrug and an even wider smile.

"You wished to never be born," he replied and pulled a small handgun from the depths of his jacket. "I grant that wish for you~" Alfred yelped in surprise and jumped to his feet, holding his hands up as if in surrender.

"W-what are you doing!" he yelled, panicking. "D-don't point that thing at me!" Ivan let a psychotic laugh loose as his finger tightened on the trigger.

"ahh, don't worry, it won't hurt for long~" he purred. Alfred shook his head, his eyes widening.

"N-NO! YOU CAN'T-"

Blue orbs met violet. The gun went off. Alfred screamed. And the whole world turned black.


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