Welcome! cx This story is based on a wonderful comic and an RP between a friend (FireCosplay on DeviantART) and I. Delete the spaces in the link below for the original comic. This fanfiction won't be following the comic past the beginning. I hope you enjoy!

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Laying on the couch eating a bag of white cheddar popcorn was not what America had planned on doing this Saturday afternoon but it had to do. He had originally planned on watching Hotel for Dogs with Arthur but he made the mistake of showing up uninvited with no warning whatsoever. England was less than pleased. He had already scheduled time that day for working on spells and he wasn't going to let America force him to change his schedule again. Alfred was just going to have to sit and wait on the couch until he was done.

Arthur was sitting on the floor with a large and tattered book sprawled out before him. It looked centuries old, Alfred noted. The letters had faded and some pages were so illegible that the spells once scribbled there were lost forever. Arthur had been heartbroken when he first noticed this. There were bottles and small plastic bags scattered on the floor around England. Some of the small bags usually meant for storing things like sandwiches were instead holding rare animal furs and scales. The bottles held an array of items including liquids of various kinds, a live newt, the horn of some poor animal, and even an eyeball that caused Alfred to shiver whenever he looked at it.

"Are you almost done studying yet? It's been two hours and I'm running out of popcorn to eat! At least let me order a pizza or something. I'm not letting you off the hook with watching this movie if that's what you're waiting for." Alfred was down to the crumbs of the bag but give him some slack! The bag had only been half full when he started.

"Maybe if you had given me some bloody notice, you wouldn't have been in this situation. I'm trying to concentrate though and if you insist on making noise, at least do so in another room." Arthur wasn't having it today. He turned the page to a new spell he hadn't tried before. It was thankfully easy to read! Arthur scrutinized the objects surrounding him until he found a bag with leopard's fur and a bottle of red wine. He grabbed the two and poured them into a plastic bowl. It wasn't the most magical of scenes compared to the movies but that's because they were Alfred's movies and he never actually paid attention when Arthur conjured real magic.

Alfred grumbled at Arthur's lack of care and got up, trying to maneuver around the strange items on the hardwood floor but failed as he tripped over a bottle of goat's milk. It spilled into the bowl and all over the ground. England had been in the middle of chanting the spell when America ruined the potion, though he was stricken with fear when he opened his eyes to yell at the blonde. There was a bright green light steadily swirling around Alfred, catching the American in its grasp and then in an instant America was gone.

Cursing at himself, Arthur frantically reached through the air to try to touch any part of Alfred but the man had completely vanished. Alfred must have changed the potion and cut Arthur off at the right moment for the spell to be transformed into another. The only thing Arthur could do was search the book he had for a counter spell to bring Alfred back from wherever he was! It would take a great amount of time to sift through such an enormous book. Arthur prayed that the American would survive whatever tortures he was possibly in while he tried to find a spell to bring him back.

The only thing Alfred could see was green. It was so bright that Alfred had to block his face with his arm to keep from being blinded. The vibrant green light lasted for a good twenty seconds which felt like a long time when just waiting for it to end. As the light finally died down, America dared to lift his head and look around himself for England. What he hadn't expected was the room he was just in to be replaced with a forested area.

The grass was overgrown, trees consumed the sunlight and caused very little to leak between the branches, and it was far too hot even in Alfred's t-shirt. This was strange. What spell had Arthur been practicing? America trudged through the trees and overgrowth. It took some time before he finally managed to escape the forest's confines and found himself on a beach. It reminded him a lot of the beach Marty and his friends washed up on in Madagascar which, as far as Alfred knew, was a completely 100% accurate version of the real country. (He hadn't taken the time to visit or meet Madagascar in real life.)

Although the place seemed like a fine area to vacation in, the American's primary concern at the moment was getting home. He pulled out his cellphone to dial the private line he had with the White House but found that there was absolutely no signal. The time and location weren't even working! It still said he was in London when he obviously wasn't. Okay then, so no helicopter…well, the best course of action now was to find civilization and try to procure either a working phone or a signal.

He had just stepped foot on the actual sand of the beach when he heard two men talking from somewhere nearby.

"Oi! Who's that?"

"How would I bloody know if I'm confused as well?"

"Well excuse me, lad. I was just trying to find some answers! What rubbish is he even wearing on his legs?"

…Is someone talking about my jeans?

Alfred looked around, trying to find the owners of these voices that insulted his fashion sense but was at a loss when suddenly his arms were grabbed from behind. Alfred was picked off of his feet by two men who were both missing a tooth here and there. They wore strangely pirate-themed clothing which confused America to no end. The American struggled against them but their grips were strong as they dragged Alfred closer to the shore. The light must have sapped some of his strength as it transported him because usually these guys would have nothing on Alfred!

"Let go of me! I swear I will kick you both in the balls so hard you'll forget you had any!" America yelled.

Alfred made sure that bringing him to shore was as difficult as possible. He tried to jab the two men with his elbow, kick them, and just flail about to get free. He wouldn't let himself, the great United States of America, be kidnapped!

…Well, he wouldn't have but one of the men put his hand over Alfred's mouth. Alfred couldn't breath and the guy didn't let up until America eventually fainted from lack of oxygen. So much for not getting kidnapped.

England frantically searched his spell book.

Goat's milk, leopard's fur, red wine. Goat's milk, leopard's fur, red wine. Aha!

It had taken quite a bit of time to sift through such a humongous thing but finally on page 1,547 he found the three ingredients that were used in the spell. Arthur scanned the text, trying to find the words he chanted. The book listed every single spell using the three items. He had to read through an extra two pages but eventually he came across the words he spoke. It was a…a time travel spell? That required a huge amount of magical capability! He was astonished that he was already at that level of magic. Arthur hadn't studied time travel spells yet which meant it would only take that much longer to get Alfred back.

Arthur read down the page. What concerned him most in the text was that apparently when sent back in time, a day in the present could be more than just one day in the past. Alfred hadn't just been sent to the past though, but a different time line altogether! Time was split into different paths which were all the same until something broke the chain of events. When that happened, all of the other paths would accommodate that change except the path that was ahead of it. Kind of like if a person made a piece of art on a spinning wheel. Just one drop of paint and it scatters its affects across the entire paper. So the good news at least was that no matter what Alfred messed up, because Arthur knew he surely would do something, the timeline that Arthur and Alfred lived in wouldn't be affected since it was ahead of the one Alfred was sent to.

It was difficult to understand and wrap one's head around but England eventually understood what the book was saying. Alfred was stuck in the past unable to affect the present but would possibly be in the past for a long time. Just in the past hour, Alfred could have been in that time period for a whole day. It made Arthur worry. He needed to work on a counter spell as quickly as possible. There wasn't one written down underneath the time travel spell so Arthur would have to make it from scratch.

Great.

It was hot. So hot in fact that Alfred could feel sweat drip down his skin while he was still asleep. The sensation was what caused him to wake up. He wasn't sure how long he had been out but it was enough time for the two men to put Alfred in a small rowboat and row out to their main ship. Alfred was on his knees with his hands bound behind his back. The rope was tight and extremely well knotted, chaffing against his skin. Alfred couldn't budge his wrists at all! The sun beat down on the blonde's head since he was on the top deck of the ship. He wished he had known he was going to be traveling by sea today because he already felt a sunburn coming on. T-shirts with no sunscreen were not a good way to avoid skin damage.

It became apparent to the American that this wasn't a regular ship, but a pirate ship. There were men dressed in pirate gear working on the deck, sharpening swords, practicing combat, and one guy was trying to fish. Judging by his immense swearing, he probably hadn't caught anything yet. So this was why those two men had been wearing pirate outfits earlier, Alfred thought. America hadn't even known that pirates still existed!

But that wasn't what was important right now! He carefully listened in on the conversations around him for information. Alfred needed to figure out a plan of attack but how could he when he didn't even know where he was? Some of the pirates in front of him were talking about the fruit from the mainland they were getting the pleasure of eating tonight. They apparently hadn't been able to eat fresh food in weeks. There were others conversing over a game of what looked like a past version of checkers. None of this was useful to Alfred, that is, until he heard something peculiar.

There were two crew members to the American's right talking about the latest news they'd gotten from England on their last stop. What was so weird wasn't the local gossip, but the name Alfred heard. The men had mentioned the country's ruler. Now pardon Alfred if his English history is a little bit rusty but…it definitely wasn't the present day's queen. It sounded more like the ruler from about 400 years ago! Was…was this some sort of prank? Had England finally gotten America back for when he told Arthur to wear a Mountie uniform and gave pictures of him wearing it to the other nations? No…this prank didn't live up to that one. England had been teased about those pictures for months. This had to be something else.

Alfred's head was still reeling from the information when a voice was raised near the front of the ship. It sounded desperate.

"I swear this boy was near that light! We wouldn't be wasting yer time with something meaningless, Captain!"

Hey, it was one of the guys from earlier! Alfred narrowed his eyes. Oh, he would definitely teach them a lesson later. His strength had come back to him but there was no point in breaking the rope if he had no plan. He would wait for the right moment to escape but for now, Alfred kept the rope tied around his wrists.

"Please, Captain! We didn't mean ta' get in yer way! We just-"

"I have no time for foolishness, bastards. Either get out of my sight or feel my bullets in your side." The voice was laced with venom.

Wait…that was…!

"E-ENGLAND!" America called out. He locked eyes with the man who shared the same features with the England back home. There was some sort of desperation in Alfred's voice since he still wasn't sure where he was and every single piece of information he had gotten so far just made him more confused.

The man, who must have been the Captain of the ship from what those two guys called him, slowly turned his head to look at Alfred. His country name…this boy had said it.

There was a clinking of boots leisurely walking down the wood floor but everything else was silent. Even the waves seemed to have hushed in his presence. The entire crew that was on deck had paused and were staring at the scene with wide eyes. Most felt fear for Alfred. The man stopped right in front of the American. He had an aura of power… of ultimate control and confidence. Like nothing could phase him or take him down. The Captain bent down until he was eye level with Alfred. Those eyebrows were unmistakable, along with those vibrant lime green eyes. This was England.

A smirk spread across Arthur's face as Alfred had contemplated him.

"What do we have here~?"

Hey guys! I haven't posted a Fanfiction in so long. I decided to make a new account because my old fanfictions were awful to me and I've changed so much since then. So here's my first fanfiction in years, woo! Hopefully you all enjoyed it! If this story is received positively then I'll write more. I'm not sure if anyone will enjoy this and there's no point in continuing if that's the case. This fanfiction should become rated M in future chapters, most likely next chapter actually. This fandom needs more seme Arthur, PLEASE.