Princesses and Pirates
Authors Note: This is because I enjoy pirates! Who doesn't? So I dipped my feet in the darker end of the pool. Really just kinda dipped my toes in. Female America, cause I enjoy writing her. Female Romano will be used as well. Human names are Amelia Jones for America, Arthur Kirkland for England, Mathew Williams for Canada, Francis for France, Lovina (or Lovi) For Romano, and Antonio Carriedo for Spain. I'm using the human names that I read in other fan ficions because they are recognizable. Nothing historical about this one, at all. Pre Revolutionary war. Can be seen as a companion to my other Hetalia story The Price of Freedom but that would be set after this one. I OWN NOTHING. Translations to follow if needed.
1. A Bid for Freedom
England wanted his young colony safe, if that meant locking her away in the house he had built for her then so be it. She was no longer a child, but not yet an adult. She was the flower of innocence; a light in his dark life of Piracy, no he was a privateer. He hated leaving her alone for too long, even now that she had a brother whom England had won from France. But it was necessary.
America missed her woods, her friends among the native animals and people. The walls around her seemed to close in day by day. Every time England left he would put a magical seal on the front door and downstairs windows. Even if she broke the wall, which she had done twice now, the seal meant she couldn't leave without an escort of at least five people.
The pretty ruby bracelet was worse punishment for doing nothing wrong. It kept her from leaving the keepers or jailers as she called them. Every time she tried she was yanked back to them and scolded. But no matter how she tried she couldn't get it off herself.
Every time he was home he would apologize and remove all the wards and the bracelet. Let her wander free for a time, but no matter how many apologies he gave her he always put them back on.
He gave her splendid things in an attempt to keep her satisfied but nothing worked. He knew she was upset but he also knew something she didn't. Spain and France wanted revenge against him and he knew neither was below hurting America to do that. But there was no reason to worry the teenage nation.
So America, seeing no other way, came up with a plan. She even enlisted her brother's help, but he had a condition. He wanted to come with her. So on the day England left he began to refasten the bracelet on her wrist and she whined.
"Do I have to wear this stupid thing? It's too tight and it hurts my wrist. I promise I won't leave the keepers. Please?" She turned on the full power of her big blue eyes, complete with tears. This always weakened the older nations resolve. His green eyes met hers and he faltered, fingers slipping on the clasp.
"America, I want you to promise me you won't. I just want you to be safe Amelia, someday you'll understand that." He clasped her hand tightly in both of his and removed the bracelet only after she nodded. He couldn't see her fingers crossed behind her back.
"Good and remember the rule?" She nodded, uncrossing her fingers and reciting England's other rule.
"Don't talk to other countries, except Mathew, because they are bad people. Especially France the Frog." He smiled.
"Very good! I'll be back soon I promise." England hugged her and donned his tri-corn hat. The white plumage fell in a cascade down the back of the hat mixing with somehow eternal red roses and strands of pearls. He grinned and to anyone else it would look threatening, but America knew her older brother well enough to see the glint in his eyes that showed how much he cared.
"I'll see you soon America, until then I bid thee farewell!" He grabbed his red and gold coat and bounded out the door waving at her. She watched him go from the doorway and when he was finally out of sight she raced upstairs and smiled at her brother, dangling the ruby bracelet in front of his nose.
"Told you so!" Canada smiled timidly.
"Are you sure about this? This might not work. What if it's dangerous?" America scoffed at her brother.
"Mattie! Trust me, it'll work." She ducked into her room and changed out of the blue dress England had brought her from London. She looked nice in it but the hoops bothered her. She kept the corset on though; it was white and wouldn't show through her chosen attire.
When she called for Canada to enter the room he found her with a pair of scissors in her hand dressed in black breeches and a loose white tunic. Her hair which had been shoulder length when she had entered the room was now slightly shorter than his. She grinned and set down the scissors. He gapped at her.
"Arthur's gonna kill you…" Her grin widened, if that was even possible.
"He'll have to catch me first. Now help me get this window open!" He quavered for a moment then helped her with the fastenings.
"What about the governor? He'll figure out we're missing wont her?" America nodded.
"Eventually, it'll take him a while. He's not the brightest. But I've thought of that. I left him a note." Canada spotted said note as they finally got the window open.
'Ha-ha. Catch me if you can you silly old fool.
America
P.S. Canada will most likely be back in an hour. Ha ha ha!'
"Really?! Is that necessary? He's just doing his job sis." America shrugged, her feet already out the window. She reached up and caught a thick tree branch that seemed to reach out to her. She smiled, happy to feel her own trees beneath her hands again. Her land, her country, all hers forever. She swung nimbly around the tree branch a few times before letting go and landing catlike on her feet. Canada gasped and she stifled a laugh as he made his own graceless exit. He landed on his rear and she giggled slightly, pulling him to his feet.
"Come on Mattie! Let's go before they figure out we're gone." He nodded and the pair raced off. Canada had to run to keep up with his sister's seemingly easy pace. She was so excited to be free, both of the accursed dresses and that claustrophobic house. Her land seemed to rejoice as well, small flower buds bursting into bloom behind her. The trees reached out to her brushing her with leaves, even leaving several behind in her hair.
She laughed loudly and Canada found he was glad he had helped after all. She looked so happy, practically glowing in the sunlight. She had grown pale almost sickly during her confinement. But now she gleamed like a star, back in her element and on her land. He had to stop for breath and she disappeared from sight for a moment. He called after her and when she didn't respond he began to panic.
"America, where are you?" She giggled dropping out of a tree in front of him, making him jump. That made her burst out with laughter.
Neither young nation was aware of their audience. Spain laughed quietly, watching the two he knew to be nations through a telescope. But which was which? He couldn't make out their words at this distance. He had been informed that America was a young girl with golden hair and deep blue eyes. Yet though both before him had hair the color of new gold and eyes like the sea they both appeared to be male.
He whispered instructions to his first mate and the small group he had brought ashore with him dispersed to send up the signal for France to begin the distraction. They had found England's weakness at last.
No translations this chapter. Canada left his polar bear in the house. PLEASE REVIEW!