The story of Pocahontas, with PruCan as the main pairing. I chose them because once you think about it, Prussia makes an awesome Pocahontas. Alfred plays John Smith, but Matthew is still going to be his love interest of course.
I love the story of Pocahontas, and I never would have thought about writing this but I did because of this amazing video on youtube: (just put youtube in front of it) watch?v=U4C1o4iOJmc&list=FLHrf7_e4BwF_RKwW03fNEIw&index=1&feature=plpp_video
The Allies are the newcomers to the New World, and the Axis are the Natives.
Everyone gathered before the large ship, awaiting for the men going aboard and for its departure. Those who wished to sign up for the ride to the new land signed their name, and eagerly went on board the ship to go where they believed that their dreams would come true in a shower of gold that was said to be abundant in the new world. Men kissed their wives and children behind, trying their best to stop the cries of sorrow with meaningful promises of a return home. It would be months, but all were certain that they would return.
"Hey! Is that him? That's got to be him."
"That's him all right! Captain Alfred F. Jones. It wouldn't be a trip to the new world without him coming along."
Alfred Jones walked cockily to the plank that connected the ship the the solid deck, not even bothering to sign in where everyone else was. No one noticed the timid man who trailed behind him, one who was always there but never noticed. His brother, who went on every journey and did just as his brother did, but was never noticed for what he did. Unlike his brother, he signed in and left his mark that he was here, if he didn't, he was sure that there would be no trace of him anywhere.
Not like anyone would remember him on this trip anyways.
A large carriage rolled up, making everyone turn to see who was arriving. A blonde man emerged, wearing purple that was hard to come by and shoes that were probably more than uncomfortable. Alfred grinned the moment he saw him, but Matthew just groaned at the sight.
"Francis! It's been forever! Howya been buddy?" Alfred shouted, drawing the attention of whoever wasn't already looking. Everyone watched as Alfred went and embraced Francis while how brother just made disgusted faces at the sight. Everyone knew how Francis was, and it was confirmed when Francis' hand landed itself on Alfred's ass.
"Ohonhonhonhonhon, it's nice to see you to Alfred."
"Not cool man, not cool."
"Oh, you knew I was joking, now where is my Arthur?"
"You mean my Arthur, right?'
"Ohonhonhon whatever you say cheri."
Matthew used his entire self restraint not to barf at the two. Instead he followed his brother onto the ship, wondering what kind of adventure and new things they would find in the place they were going. A place called 'Virginia'.
"Arthur! Matt! Secure the cannons!"
The ship was facing a storm unlike that which it had never seen before. Water poured onto the deck and went below into the bowls of the ship. Arthur and Matthew followed Alfred's order without hesitation, running forward and strapping the cannon only to have the ropes slip a moment after. For a moment, there was nothing, and then a huge wave was seen in the distance, only a couple hundred feet from them.
"Alfred! Help the cannons!" Arthur shouted as loud as he could, hoping that Alfred would be able to help them before the wave came crashing down on them.
Alfred looked down, his glasses fogged by with rain staining the tiny glass. Quickly, he grabbed the rope flying around him, and propelled downwards until he was down next to Arthur. As quickly as he could, he grabbed the rope and tied it around the cannon just as the wave came crashing down on them.
"Pray for your lives!" was the last thing that was heard before the deck filled with water.
Alfred gripped the cannon, using it as a weight to hold himself in place until the water dispersed some. Arthur tried to do as he did, but he didn't reach for it in time, and the wave swept him off the boat before Alfred could blink.
"Help!" The faint call was heard from the sea, but no one moved to help him.
"Man overboard!"
"Forget it! He's a dead man!"
Alfred didn't listen for a second, as soon as he saw that Arthur was no longer there, he moved and grabbed a rope that was tied to the mast. He tied it around his waist as he ran, jumping overboard without a moments hesitation.
"Alfred!" Matthew shouted, running to the side of the ship and looking over. All he could see was murky blue water.
Someone grabbed the rope, tugging it back to the ship as hard as they could. Matthew grabbed as well, pulling as hard as he could. For a while there was nothing, just wet rope coiling at their feet. Then there was a hand, an arm, and two very wet faces emerged. As soon as they were there the entire crew huddled about the two. The storm had suddenly ended, the sun already peaking behind the clouds at points.
"Trouble on deck, gentlemen?" Francis was suddenly there holding his pet bird that he names Pierre.
"Arthur fell of deck, but he's fine now," Alfred coughed out, still panting from his ordeal in the sea.
"Well thank goodness he's not anymore. But don't lose heart gentlemen! Just think about what awaits us in Virginia! Mountains of gold, as far as the eyes can see. Not only that, but freedom! You are the best of everyone!"
Everyone clapped and cheered, even Matthew, excited by the speech their provider gave. Arthur and Alfred went up on the deck, near the steering, thinking about what they had just heard. Matthew followed them closely, knowing them the best and not wanting to be alone with the rest of the crew, even if they didn't see him.
"The New World's going to be great."
"Ya, and if any savages get in our way, the hero will take care of them!" Alfred shouted.
"Bloody git! What have I told you about using the Queen's English?" Arthur shouted back just as loudly, his face growing red.
"Way to much Artie," Alfred shot back, grinning from ear to ear.
The two argued to themselves, not noticing when Matthew tried to break them up or went to the railing and looked into the horizon. He sighed to himself, once again cursing his invisibility.
"Besides, I've been to the New World a hundred times, what could be so different about this time?" Alfred loudly exclaimed in response to something Arthur said. Matthew just sighed again.
"What indeed could be different..." Matthew mused to himself, already wanting to see the green of land and get away from the blue of sea.
Next chapter is with Prussia. Let me know if you like or don't like it.