Arthur is bound by the wrists in the brig of a ship. His crew had been locked up and he awaits his captor alone. "Bloody idiots! Release me at once!" Suddenly, he heard a laugh, a laugh he hasn't heard in many years. Since left alone them alone, left that person so he could go to the sea.
His eyes narrowed, "Show yourself bastard."
"Ohonhonhon, bonjour Angleterre. Long time no see." said someone with a thick french accent.
"Frog," he sneered, "What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?"
"Why, taking your ship of course amour~" he steps into the light and grins.
His formidable eyebrows rose, "Dont think I'll let you keep it, git."
Francis smirks, "Who said it was the ship I was after~" he said, placing the tip of his sword under his neck.
He grinned back, "Sword-play? You'll have to do better than that if you want to scare me."
Francis chuckles, "Oh I know, you were always a stubborn one. Now...I want you to follow me to my cabin, without a fight." he said, placing his sword back into its slash.
"Right." Arthur snorted. "You know who you're talking to, mate?"
Francis smirks, "You didn't let me finish." he clears his throat, "without a fight...if you want to keep your crew mates alive. I could easily kill them, their life means nothing to me."
"What do I care? They knew the risks when they came aboard. Besides, they're humans" He shrugged, testing his bonds.
Francis lowers his brows, "Hmph...you really don't care?" he snaps his fingers, one of his crew brings one of Arthur's men to him. "you don't care if I kill any of your crew?" he says, placing the blade to his throat.
He kept his face blank and impassive. "Just know when I escape, your crews' blood will join that of my own."
Francis smirks, "Oh you're not going anywhere amour, and my crew will spill yours before my own." he says, bringing his blade across the man's throat. The man's eyes widen and he lets out a choking sound, before his eyes glossed over. Francis throws the body to the ground, blood pooling around it.
"You dont intimidate me, Frog. Especially when the only reason you're brave enough to do any of this is because I am in chains."
Francis frowns and whips the blood off his sword, "Oh Arthur, have you not remembered the time we had together before we went pirate?" he sighed, putting his sword up. "you have grown much more stubborn and blood thirsty."
He shrugged, "It's the only way to survive out here." He pulled experimentally at his bonds, testing to see if he could break them with his own strength.
Francis opens his cage door and steps inside, "I have missed you..." he says, pulling out a small dagger. "but your eyes have changed...they no longer look at me with that loving glow."
He rolled said eyes, "Did they ever?"
Francis nods, "Oui...they used to.." he knees down in front of him, placing the blade to his throat. "Arthur...I didn't know it was your ship went I took it over...so please...stay with me...join my crew...I don't want to end up killing you...please...as an old friend and lover."
"Join your crew?" Arthur laughed manically. "Captain Arthur Kirkland serves under no man. Not even his king." He lashed out with his foot, aiming for Francis' stomach
Francis groans as he's kicked, "Mm!...hah...Arthur...please...you know the rules of the pirate, take no prisoners...I don't want to kill you."
"I would rather die than serve under someone else!"
Francis frowns, "...I'm sorry to hear that..." he leans forward and kisses him softly, a kiss Arthur hasn't gotten in many years.
"Mmnph!" He exclaimed in surprise. He kicked at Francis again,
Francis groans and pulls back, "...just a small kiss goodbye..." he said sadly, placing the blade to his throat again.
"So, you'll kill me like the coward you are, eh Frog?"
Francis glares at him and pushes the blade more to his throat, "H-How dare you! You know nothing of what I have been through on this ship."
"Oh I'm sure. You have me so impressed." He said sarcastically. "You've learned to kill men who can't defend themselves. I'm so proud."
Francis glares and stands up, pulling out his sword and slashing it over Arthur's chains. "Fine, get up...get up! You want to fight...go ahead...I was going to make your death go quickly and painless, because I still...I still love you...but if you want a fight to the death...then come on!"
He grinned broadly."I'm still unarmed."
Francis turns places his sword against the cell wall, "Alright, one second..." he turns around, going over to their storage, looking for a sword for him to use.
"Idiot," Arthur murmured, coming up behind him quietly. He aimed a vicious punch at the back of Francis' neck.
Francis cries out, falling to the ground coughing. "Ahn!...hah...n-not...not fair..." he groans, coughing hard.
He kneeled down out of Francis' reach. "You were the one quoting the rules of a Pirate to me just a moment ago. One would think you'd know better than to leave your back unguarded."
"Y-You were...were the one saying not to attack an unarmed man. I trusted you would let me go get you a sword without harm." he pants, turning onto his back.
"Why on earth would you trust me?" he laughed. "I'm a pirate, and a dishonest man. The only thing you can trust is that I will do something dishonest"
"Because...I still see that farm boy I fell in love with all those years ago...not the cruel pirate..." he says simply.
Arthur fell silent, not saying a word.
Francis was still dizzy from that punch on his neck, he groans and pulls him back leaning against the wall. "So...what now amour?...you have a weapon and do not, you have me cornered with no way to go.."
"That's easy. I round-up your crew and set you adrift while I sail off into the horizon." His voice was quieter, as if he no longer enjoyed what he was saying. "Why do you still insist on calling me amour frog?"
"I already told you...I never stopped loving you..." he says, pulling himself up. "you...you will always be my amour" he looks at Arthur sword, "so, you're just going to set us adrift? Not going by the rules of leaving no survivors? Not driving the sword through my heart, pretty much like you did all those years ago."
"Those rules of no survivors are yours, not mine. I'm free to do what I want." Arthur said.
Francis' slowly starts to reach for a near by sword, "But of course...you must know...I will not let you take my ship without a fight."
"I would expect it." Arthur agreed with a grin. "I would not expect you to win. "
Francis grabs the sword quickly and aims it at him, "I beat you once, taking control of your ship. I can beat you again."
"You were lucky. That is all."
Francis chuckles, "Well, then maybe luck will be on my side again"
"I doubt it." Arthur stood, getting in a defensive position. "You older, France, but I've always been the better fighter."
Francis smirks, "Well, I am more skilled. Of course you must remember that from our nights alone together~"
"Sex has no place on the battlefield."
Francis chuckles and swings his sword, hitting it against Arthur's "So you think, having sex along with sword fighting I have grown stronger. I am quicker and have better reflexes."
"Right." Arthur rolled his eyes, blocking Francis' blow, and returning with a slash to his hip.
Francis smirks and blocks it, "You must not forget, we trained together when he were young. Many years of fighting with sticks on that old country side."
"And you forget, I had to then go home and deal with my brothers." Slash, stab, swipe... His sword was a steel blur cutting its way towards Francis.
Francis moved away from every blow, using his surroundings to avoid his sword. "Oui, but I had siblings of my own, amour. So, we are both even?" he grins, taking a slash at his sword.
"Don't put those Italian prats on the same level as my three siblings."
Francis runs forward, their swords pressing against each other and their bodies closer. "I have trained for many years at sea, I am not weak Arthur."
"No, but you are still an idiot." Arthur kicked stomped on his foot hard, bringing a fist up to connect with his gut.
Francis gasps and cough, stumbling back.
He smacked the Frenchman's sword on the flat of his blade, knocking it out of his hand.
Francis catches his breath and looks at him, then at his sword. He licks his lips and quickly made a run for his fallen sword.
Arthur got there first, kicking it out of the way. He held up his cutlass, poising it under Francis' throat. "As I said, do not expect to win."