Title : All's Fair in Love and War

Disclaimer : I did not own Hetalia and its characters. I only own the fics~

Summary : All that England wanted was only teasing the Japanese man, but the game turned out in an unexpected way. Pirate England x Imperial Japan.

Author's Note : Errrrrrr…. first I really, really sorry about a lot of things, especially about the settings of the place. I tried to make it as precise as possible, I also tried to do a little research before describing the settings.. Also why the title is like that.. I have no idea.. I'm not good at making titles lol.. Anyway, it's another Pirate England and Imperial Japan fic again..I never seem able to make a normal England x Japan story OTL

Let's get on with the fic :)

"Royal straight flush."

With that, the game ended.

Japan hardly believed his eyes, he had just lost to the Englishman. The truth was, the chance for every man to win was same, because at their level, every country knew about the rules of playing cards better than the prediction of their weather forecasts.

Only it was just not his lucky day. Just? It was far more insulting than that! He sighed quietly and his back sank into the couch. Feeling complicated, the black-haired man twitched his thin eyebrows and massaged his temple.

"I won."

"…"

"Which means, " said England, sipping his red wine," you have to do what I ask of you."

More silence crept and the blonde man ignored the glare meant to kill him. The reason of why Japan liked to play the card game was purely a desire to play. Anybody who was up for a challenge would gained better experiences. Besides, Japan didn't always like to clash his sword, he prefer a battle of knowledge and wit, a perfect combination to boost up his personal value. Although he knew something wasn't right when the British man proposed him a card game, right in his office. Of course he couldn't refuse, so he went along with his nemesis' scheme. He won the first battle, then the pirate won on the next game. Then, that damned mouth of the blonde-haired man rambled about how boring the game was without something worth winning for, like a prize or a bet. A smile unconsciously reached his mouth and England shuffled the cards once again for the third game. Sadly, it didn't turned out on his favor, though.

The man in front of him threw a sly smirk and waited for his rival's announcement of surrender. The black-haired man couldn't stand that evil stare looked through him as if he was more superior than him, so he decided to hear the other's mind.

"..All right, what is your request?"

The smirk went wider as he revealed his plan to the dark-haired man, " I want you to have date with me, tomorrow."

"WHAT?!" The black eyes suddenly bulged and he tried so hard not to kick the table and stabbed his katana inside the blonde man's impudent mouth, and maybe gauged the inside of his stomach a little. He was flabbergasted, but quickly regained his composure.

" I didn't know you're into that kind of relationship."

" I thought your country doesn't mind that. What is it called? Shudo? The bond between a sword master and his retainer?" said England, "Or maybe.. you're an exception. Are you afraid of that, Japan?"

"Don't talk about someone's culture if you know nothing about it."

"I'm not insulting your culture, I'm just stating the facts. It was always interesting to learn about each country's rather interesting story, right?"

"Well, I'm flattered to hear you take an interest with my country," hissed the Japanese man." Now why in the hell do you want to have a date with me?"

The Briton chuckled, " Because it will be fun, isn't it?"

Japan really questioned his rival's definition of 'fun'. It was getting creepier as the English man put on his most gentle smile with such a perfect set of bright teeth and his face moving closer to him, "Don't worry, I won't do anything to hurt you."

Finally couldn't stand the insult, the Asian country stood with a trained steps of a soldier. "All right. I'm expecting to meet you at ten sharp tomorrow in front of the World Government Office. Now, please excuse me."

"Wait a second, who said you could arrange-" but the black haired man already exited the room and slamming the door, invisible angry fumes were leaving traces inside the pirate's imagination. The green-eyed man almost fell from his couch for laughing so hard. He drank the rest of the wine, content of with the thought of tomorrow.