A/N: I was bound to start a Hetalia fic some day anyway~
Either way, Nyotalia characters are included as the siblings of their normal Hetalia counterparts. Human names are used. So…
Fem!England = Alice
England = Arthur
You get the point. :D
-TheNextAliceOwO-
A breeze blew over the two as their faces became closer. Janette felt a tear roll down her cheek as she looked into Roberts deep blue eyes. His lips parted for a second and the distance between them was only an inch. She prepared for what she had been waiting for for three years… And then-
"Alice?"
My heart raced as I heard my brothers ascending the staircase. I slammed the book closed and shoved it under my pillow as quickly as I could. My brother opened the door and I was trying to act as natural as possible, but I knew my face was flushed.
He raised an eyebrow. "What on earth were you doing?"
Dammit, I haven't prepared for this one. "Um… Thinking about… girl things."
" 'Girl things,' " he repeated, his eyebrows raised.
"Yuh huh, girl things," I bit my lip and shifted, trying to make sure I covered up the book well. "Like whether I should marry Jack Rutherford from across the street."
My brother walked towards me threateningly, after all, he knew me too well to know that I despised every fiber of that man's being. He slid his hand under my pillow and pulled out the thin book that I had been reading a minute earlier.
"You're reading this trash again?" he sighed and I began to feel my face flush with anger.
"It's a great novel!" I asserted, glaring at him with all intent to prove him wrong.
" 'Great?' It's about a woman who dresses up as a boy to follow a man into the navy! It's indecent!"
"It's not indecent, Arthur!" I stood up and looked at him straight in the eye, the hair on my neck rising.
My brother sighed, knowing that he would not be able to convince me. He turned his back on me as if in exasperation. "Molly has prepared dinner."
I followed him downstairs, still slightly fuming. Of course, after I thought about it, maybe I shouldn't have acted like that if I wanted to ask him for such a huge favor.
We sat down at our usual places at our grand dinner table. Arthur always sat at the head of the table and I sat on his right. The sea-borne smell of lobster filled the room as Molly, our maid, served our meal.
An awkward aura surrounded us as Molly poured Arthur some wine. I began to eat, keeping my eye on Arthur as he took a sip out of his wine. After I finished chewing and Arthur was just about to begin his meal, I coughed, signaling that I wanted to speak.
Arthur raised an eyebrow at me, but remained silent, signaling that I could speak.
"About how you're going to depart tomorrow…" I began, and Arthur immediately rolled his eyes, making his answer apparent.
I knew it. I immediately felt myself become heated with anger. I stood up. "Why not? I'm tired of living my entire life in this house!"
"You're just too in love with that stupid novel you've been reading," Arthur said nonchalantly.
"It's not just that!" I snapped, "I'm tired of being stuck here! Why can't I go out and explore like you?"
Arthur glared at me. "Because you're a woman! It's your job to be a proper lady and get ready for the main purpose of your life." Although that was what he said, I could sense in the back of my mind that there was more to his reasoning, but I was too furious to question it.
"Marriage? Becoming a wife?" I slammed my hands down on the table. "How am I supposed to do that if I can't even cook?"
"You can learn," Arthur began. "It's a woman's duty to fulfill that role and you will make it so!"
I was so angry, that suddenly, I became lost for words. My throat was somewhat parched from all the yelling and my mind went blank.
"Well," I began, pushing back my chair. "At least I don't have caterpillar's for eyebrows!"
For some reason, that always struck a vein with Arthur. He got up to reprimand me, but I was already heading towards the stairs. As soon as I got to my bedroom, I slammed the door closed and put a chair against it. I faced the door and heard Arthur knocking on it.
"Alice! Alice!" This continued for a while and I dropped onto my bed. I waited for him to finally give up and descend the staircase once more before even moving again.
Another year I have to wait for him to come home and recount his stories about the world outside of London. I don't think I can take it much longer.
I turned onto my side and spotted my novel, lying on it's front cover on the floor next to me.
Then, something flickered in my brain and I smiled.
-TheNextAliceOwO-
To think that only a few hours ago, I was arguing with my brother at the dinner table. To be on his ship now was like a dream to me. I've been on it several times, but I've never actually sailed away on it. Although, I've always imagined myself leaning over the rail and admiring the ocean, not huddling in the broom cupboard in my brother's old clothing.
Everytime I heard footsteps approaching, my heart raced and I pulled my knees closer to my body and then relaxed as the footsteps faded away. Of course, I didn't plan on sitting in here the entire journey. Just until it was no longer possible to turn back. In the meantime, I just occupied myself by picking splinters out of my hands. Honestly, I may never climb a rope again.
My excitement began to build up as I wondered about what I might see along the way. I could only base it off the stories Arthur told me, so it was a bit difficult. But where are we going to stop first? America? Spain? France? My excitement caused me to lose focus of the situation and, quite suddenly, the broom cupboard door opened.
My heart stopped as I looked up at a handsome red-haired man who looked back at me with equal surprise. Suddenly, his surprise changed into a smile. He turned and beckoned towards someone, who soon came into view.
"Looks like a little girl wandered into the ship," the red-haired man chuckled mischeviously. "Whatcha think, Bill? Should we 'help' her?"
Although handsome, his face had a look that made me feel uneasy.
His friend narrowed his eyes at me. "Hold up, George, doesn't she look farmiliar to you?"
"Not that I can say," George replied. "Are you thinking of that harlot we saw at the tavern?"
Excuse me? Damn you pirates!
"No… No, not her. She's too young. And her chest isn't developed enough."
I felt a vein pulse in my head as the man said it.
"Yeah, that's true," George smirked. "But I wouldn't say no to her bouncing on my bed, if you know what I mean."
I finally had enough of them speaking as if I wasn't there. I stood up and pushed the brooms out of my way, my face burning up. "Do you know who I am?"
"No, but I have a feeling you're gonna tell us."
"I'm Alice Kirkland," I bristled. "You have no right to speak about me like that."
George looked at me with indifference in his eyes, but Bill turned pale.
"George… I think she's the captain's sister!"
Captain? Well, that's new.
"Is that so?" George smirked, obviously seeing a way to take advantage of the situation. "Should we get Captain Artie then?"
I held my breath. If they were to tell him now, my plan would be ruined.
George obviously saw me turn pale and grinned. He pushed the broomsticks out of the way and advanced towards me. I pressed myself against the wall, trying to get away from him.
"I can keep quiet you know," he put a hand on my cheek and breathed on me. His breath smelled horrible, so I looked away, wrinkling my nose in disgust.
"George, I don't think that's such a good idea," Bill said anxiously.
George ignored him and pulled at the collar of my (I mean, Arthur's really) shirt. "If you can keep quiet, I can keep quiet."
I began to panic as he began to unbutton my shirt. I tried to writh out of the way, but it was in vain. All I managed to do was make my cap fall off. My hair covered my eyes and I could no longer see his face.
"George!" Bill started in a panicked voice. George, again, ignroed him.
"What in blazes is going on here?" I felt the hand withdraw from my chest and I shook my hair out my eyes and my heart stopped to see my brother, in full piratical rig, standing right at the cupboard doorway. His expression changed from exasperation to pure anger.
"Alice," he began, obviously trying to keep his voice steady.
"Hi…"
"Bill, lead Alice to my quarters."
-TheNextAliceOwO-
A/N: First chapter always sucks, so sorry. =3= I promise it'll get better! More character appearances, less OOCness, and humor and romance as well. ;D
Hope you guys enjoyed it! Please review. :3