The following story may contain pirates. I, in no way, shape, or form, own Hetalia: Axis Powers! or anything affiliated with it.
Now that that's over, on with the pirates! Real names used. I'm in the middle of repairing some of the damage.
-xXEmmetteXx
Fail translations fail:
Mon cher- my dear.
Tu est non d'accord- You are not OK.
Mon petite cherie(Femenine on purpose)- my little darling.
C'est tres běte.- it's very stupid.
Je ne sais pas tu, voici- I do not know you, there.
-Dreams will shatter, remains will scatter. Stars will fall, and one man will lose it all.-
A loud sound opened a blond-haired teen's eyes, whilst not stirring his older siblings. The nearly invisible man silently crept over to his sister and shook her shoulder. Her eyes snapped open and her hand reached for the dagger under her pillow. Slipping it into her belt along with her sheathed sword, she nodded to her older brother. The girl, who had starlight silver hair and gray-purple eyes, crept over to her brother, and, flicking his forehead to get him up, made a gesture of silence to him. He nodded. The girl signed to her currently standing brother. Her parents had taught them how to fight when they were merely four, and she had fourteen years of practice to get good at being cute and threatening at the same time.
"Who is outside? Why are we up?" She was deaf.
"There are loud men outside our door. They sound like pirates."
The door slammed open and a very angry englishman glared at the two conversing.
"What do we have here?"
"Who is he?"
"No idea."
"Can either one of you talk?"
"She is deaf."The teen signed.
The man moved to stand in the doorway. The girl smiled at him sweetly. He smirked at her. Her older brother put a very protective arm around her shoulders. His other arm was resting on the dagger attached to his belt. Their family was quite well armed. The pirate was wearing a captain's hat.
"We can." The teen who was awakened last stood up.
"Alfred, sit back down."
"Matthew, I will be fine. Get Emmette out of here. She'll panic."
Emmette rolled her eyes at her brother, silently unsheathing her blade and skirting around the pirate captain standing in the doorway. His eyes followed her petite frame as she easily, quickly and expertly disarmed and wounded his deckhands. The captain was impressed. She turned to smile at him again. He gave her a raised eyebrow.
"How can you smile like that?"
"I can read lips, you dolt." She snapped.
"What the-"
Her dagger was at his throat in seconds.
"I'm assuming you can speak the king's english. You're going to take your men and leave, savvy? Because if you don't I'll cut your head from your shoulders. Think of it as payback for leaving me alone all those years ago."
"No, not savvy. Francis, Gilbert, Kiku, take these two to the Queen Elizabeth. The girl's deaf, but she can read lips." He moved the dagger from his neck and hit the girl on the forehead with the hilt of his blade.
One of the men, Kiku, raced forward to catch her limp form. Francis knocked out Matthew and carried him out after Kiku, who was carrying Emmette. Gilbert closed the door behind them, helping the more severly injured men walk out of the house before barking orders to the lightly injured men to go back inside and collect the others. Captain Kirkland had Alfred pinned to the wall.
"You're coming with me, savvy?"
Alfred tried to kick Kirkland, but received a sharp blow to the stomach. Not a moment later, Alfred was in searing pain. His legs collapsed, and Kirkland caught him, and, carrying the teen, vacated the house, grabbing two pairs of glasses off of the side table. He figured they were the two boy's glasses. Alfred awoke a few hours later, in a damp, dark room. His sister, Emmette, was slumped up against the wall, her forehead bleeding profusely through a piece of a shirt used to dress the wound. His brother, Matthew, was awake and watching over Emmette and Alfred. Al moved to get up, but a strong arm held him on the floor.
"I suggest you don't move, considering your stomach is bruised. Your charge, is she? She'll be fine. Forehead wounds tend to bleed more than other wounds." A french man was pushing down on his shoulder.
"Mon cher, don't move. Tu est non d'accord."
"What the-"
"Now is no time for stupid questions. You're aboard the Queen Elizabeth, Captain Kirkland's ship. You won't be able to leave, mon cherie, seeing as we're in the middle of the ocean. C'est tres fool."
"But Emmette's not going to take this very well! She panics easily."
"Al, would you quit lying to yourself? She's calm, cool, and collected. You're the one who panics easily."
Emmette groaned and opened her eyes. Her gray-purple eyes were clouded by sleepiness. She rubbed at her eyes, the sleeves of the white nightgown she was wearing tight to her arms with water. Her hair was also wet, indicating that she had either bathed or been bathed within the hour. Captain Kirkland suddenly handed her an outfit consisting of a white man's shirt, a pair of red pants, and a blue vest that had bronze buttons. She quickly dressed and followed Kirkland to the helm of the ship, where she watched him show her how to navigate the ship to the Russia, where Kirkland wished to go. She quickly righted the ship, seeing on the map that they were going the wrong way. Kirkland looked at her with a quizzical expression.
"We are to go north, but you've got us going south. At this rate, we would've hit Brazil, not Russia."
"At what point do we head west?"
"East. We're to head east, not west. And when the sun goes down, we go east."
"Right. Tell me, Emmette, how old are you?"
"Why would a captain want to know how old someone as useless as me is?"
"You think yourself useless? I can easily disprove that. You do know how old you are, right?"
"Yes, captain."
"So why don't you tell me?"
"Why does a captain want to know? Won't you please tell me?"
"It is of importance to me, sweetheart."
"Sweetheart?"
"Yes. I can call you whatever I like."
Her dagger was once again at his throat, breaking skin a little bit this time.
"Call me sweetheart again and I will lop your head off and into the ocean."
"Right. Please remove your dagger."
Emmette removed her dagger from his throat and backed off.
"I'm eighteen, sir."
"Eighteen?"
"Yes, sir. Eighteen years old. I'll be nineteen tomorrow."
"Then we'll celebrate! Nineteen is a fine age to meet your first pirate!"
Emmette laughed along with Captain Kirkland. He gave her a bear hug and carried her on his shoulders back to the brig where Alfred and Matthew were being held. It was time to tell them the big news, and to tell them that Arthur had found Emmie at last. He had been kidnapped by pirates when Emmie was only three, and she hated him for leaving her. Now he could traverse the world with her.
"Captain, the awesome me is assuming that you've caught up with your little friend?" Gilbert said.
"Don't assume, you make an ass out of you and me." Emmie reprimanded.
Bloody git…
"Matthew did you know that-"
"Yes, Alfred. I knew."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"It wasn't important at the time. She was three! Mum and dad would've thrown her out onto the streets and you know it!"
"Emmette-san?" Kiku asked, being quite polite.
"Yes, Kiku-kun?" Emmie said, her voice sounding like a song.
"It's been a while since I last saw you. How old will you be?"
"Nineteen, tomorrow." She said, her eyes beginning to cloud with sleepiness again.
Her head drooped onto her captain's back and she fell asleep.
"Nineteen year olds, they have no stamina. It is not awesome." Gilbert quipped.
"You say the word awesome again, mon cherie, and I will kill you. Je ne sais pas tu, voici."
A slight creaking sound was heard from upstairs, followed by a thick russian voice bellowing.
"ARTHUR COME OUT! COME OUT COME OUT WHEREVER YOU ARE!"
Emmie woke up and thrashed around. Arthur put her down and she grabbed her sword, racing upstairs.
"We're being boarded, captain! It's Ivan and his crew!"
"Defend the ship! All hands on deck! Whoever can fight, fight!" Arthur barked.
Alfred, Matthew, Francis, Gilbert, and Emmie nodded simultaneously.
"I'll take Yao Wang. He'll be more fun to beat up." Emmie smiled, almost looking like an adorable homicidal maniac.
"I'll take Brovinski."
"I want to beat up Eduard Von Bock!" Matthew said, almost sounding eager.
"The awesome me will take on Raivis!"
"Mon cheries, I will take on Toris."
"Guess I'll take Natalia, then." Alfred sighed.
Al wanted to have some fun, but fighting a girl would be boring.
"Careful, Alfred. She's like me, small but extremely deadly." Emmie warned.
"Okay. Men, move out!"
"Whatever." Emmie climbed through the doorway.
Battle cries erupted from both Emmie and Yao Wang. They went at it with all they had. The battle was to be fought fighting-circle style. One pair at a time. Emmie flipped through the air and landed on top of Yao, pinning him to the ground. She held sword arm in one hand, and her blade in the other. She slowly began to draw it down the front of his tunic, cutting the fabric and tracing a deep gash into his chiseled frame. She had officially won. Arthur and Braginski were up next. Arthur went for the same tactic that Emmie had used, and successfully defeated Braginski. He fell backwards, however, a deep sword wound erupting at his shoulder as one of the men, Toris, interfered. Emmie growled and charged him, breaking him like a doll. Toris' body hit the ground, his ribs broken. Braginski looked at Emmie, impressed with the eight-year-old shedevil. He drew his blade. Emmie laughed. Ivan Braginski looked at his men.
"You touch my captain again, you bleeding git, and I will make sure you die." Emmie seethed.
"Kill her!"
Emmie cocked her head to the side, not able to tell what Ivan had said. Kiku grabbed at her, but her back was to him and the three remaining gits attacked her at once. She backflipped and escaped them with only a cut to her cheek. Alfred, Matthew, and Gilbert raced forward to attack the three men. Natalia cackled and rushed Emmie, her sword slicing through Emmie's abdomen like butter. Emmette's dagger and rapier crashed to the deck, and she grabbed the blossoming wound. Throwing the dagger between Natalia's eyes(killing Natalia), Emmie rolled over onto her back. Kiku raced over and administered first aid to both her and the captain. Supporting Emmie, he retrieved her dagger. She took it back from him and attempted to hit Braginski with it. The opposing captain glared at Emmie, his eyes orbs of pure malice. Emmie retrieved her rapier and waited for his attack. He stocked up the nerve to attack a female pirate, and charged forward. Emmie easily parried and kicked him to the deck. Holding him to the dark oak boards she said,
"Charge at me again, Ivan. I dare you to try it."
"I would more likely have one of my men attack you from behind whist I was dying. Much like what will happen now. Yao, if you please!"
"But of course, sir!" Yao attacked Emmie again.
Whipping around, Emmie crunched her boot down on Braginski's arm and flicked her sword up to defend. Yao feinted to the left, and Emmi feinted to the right. Gashes suddenly appeared on Emmie's face and a bullet grazed Yao's chest. Both looked at their attackers, a group of pirates from Austria. Their captain approached, wearing a hat and the usual pirate garb. A loose white shirt, a lace up vest(deep blue instead of black), blue pants, black boots, a red bandana covering his ponytail. Around his lean waist was a red sash accented nicely by a black belt. He shrugged on a brown coat.
"Anyone want any help with your cute little skirmish?" The captain's first mate asked, the captain hitting Yao square between the eyes with the hilt of his sword.
Emmie collapsed forward, and the austrian captain grabbed her before she hit the ground. The captain rolled Emmie over to see a bullet lodged in her chest.
"Don't let me leave. Don't let them take me." Emmette whispered.
"Captain Kirkland, I'm so sorry." The captain said.
Austrian Captain's POV.
"Don't be. I know it was not of your doing."
"I'm afraid that I was not aware we were on the first name basis, Captain Kirkland."
"Well, I am your brother."
"Arthur, you left before I was even in the house. You've missed your chance to be anything but comrades. Mum and dad died, and I was adopted by a different family." I drew my own pistol and shot the guns from the Russian's hands.
"Who are you?" Some blond kid asked me.
"My name is Roderich Edelstein. I am the captain-well, ex-captain- of the ship, the Arcada. Who might you be?"
"I'm Alfred, sir. Alfred Jones."
"Right then, Alfred Jones. Have you any idea how to use a sword?"
"Of course, sir!"
"Good."