A/N: Okay. So this is going to be my first multiple chaptered story on Fanfiction and I'm really excited I finally finished working on this! If I could, I would love to get some critique on this! I don't really know if I want to keep the Rating T because I'm probably (knowing me) going to go into grotesque detail about the wars and battle and such that'll be going on in this story or the whole usage of drunkedness and bars and wenches and such. So, if I could get help on that it would be greatly appreciated. As for the usage of French and Mild German and Spanish in this story, Google Translator has lied to me before so I tried to double check all my words and HOPEFULLY they're right. If not, it's the reason that the Internet is restricting me from learning proper usage of languages in my writing ;A; (considering I don't have the opportunity to take language classes in school at this time.) So critique would be greatly appreciated. I know you probably don't care about the whole Author's Note but I dunno… Please Read and Review! I would love as much positive or critique comments as possible!
And no. You don't just get a cookie- you get a cookie… with PASTA! XD
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia (as much as I wish I did *bawls*). Hetalia belongs to their respectful owner, Hidekaz Himaruya.
Main Pairings: UkFr (in that order) and PruHun
Side Pairings: GerIta and SpaMano
I'm not going to tell you to get out because of the pairings but please don't leave me because I chose those pairings ;A;.
"Franny! Get the hell down here- The Awesome must talk to you!"
The loud voice of the Albino's hit Francine hard and her blue eyes immediately shot open and she fell out of the bed. "Dieu!" Bed sheets tumbled down along with the girl's frail body and a shiny copper pan and hot coals hit the bedroom floor. Francine rubbed her head from the sore spot that was created when her cranium collided with the floor and unwrapped herself from the bed sheets. "Gilbert fils de pute! Je vais te tuer un de ces jours !"
The albino frowned at the aggressive Frenchwomen and shrugged. "Try speaking German or English. Those are the only languages I understand." Francine raised an eyebrow and clenched and unclenched her fist in anger.
This is Francine Bonnefoy and her not so wonderful life. Getting woken up every morning by a Pride saddled German who must put 'Awesome' in every single one of his sentences, and getting herself off the floor from being startled awake (which really didn't make sense considering she knew it was coming every morning.) The Frenchwomen glared down at her albino friend, Gilbert Beilschmidt, a childhood friend of hers with red eyes and white hair and prayed to the lord that her parents hadn't woken up yet. She hated to start the day off on the wrong side of the bed with her parents. "Sorry 'Princess Bonnefoy' that you were so rudely awakened but I need to tell you some stuff, privately!" "Oh please," Francine mumbled, getting some large pinchers, slightly offended by the 'Princess' joke. "What's so private it has to wait?"
"It's about uh… well- you know."
Francine raised an eyebrow at the albino who flushed bright red and Francine giggled. Oh good. Well, it was at least something to brighten her day a bit. The whole 'Uh… well- you know' façade was really about her helping Gilbert with his relationship with a Hungarian girl. "You really have no clue on this whole 'amour' thing." "Shut up. The Awesome is not amused."Francine rolled her eyes and used the large pinchers to pick p the hot coals used to keep her bed warm in the night and back into the dead fireplace. "I'll be at your house at half past nine." Gilbert smiled and then saluted. "You're a big help, Franny." "Stop calling me that." She slightly grumbled with a smile and the German shrugged. "But it shows how much I appreciate you being my friend." The German grinned almost impishly at her and the red eyes directed themselves somewhere else on the cobblestone road as Francine watched the white set of hair fade off in the crowd.
Her parents told her she had such a weird friend. A friend no one wanted to talk to because he was born with already white hair and came from Prussia. They liked her original choice, but that kid had left her so long ago. In fact, Francine couldn't remember his name anymore. But she knew that he was the only reason Gilbert and herself had become the best friends they are today. Francine shut her balcony window which must've opened up that night (she was always having a problem with keeping it closed; what with all the draft from the fall sea coming in.) The blond sighed and turned around before picking up her bed sheets and neatly replacing them on her three teared bed. Today was going along the same way it always did. "Nothing seems to change anymore."
This was the way Francine Bonnefoy had lived her entire life, not to delve too deeply into a depressing background story. The only thing that was slightly different was when she took about five years of finishing school between spending time with her nameless friend and Gilbert (she had to get that name right one of these days...) and when her parents shipped her off for a week to spend time in France for a weekend. "Oh Dieu…" Francine held her head at the thought and it looked as if an oncoming headache was reeling its way in. She hated thinking about her home country anymore, liking spending time in the yonder streets of Britain more than anything else. The blond was in the middle of dolling her hair up in its usual bun before a quiet knock at the door. "Entrez."
Francine wasn't surprised when she saw her very frail and slightly wrinkly mother standing in the doorway, weakly smiling at her. "Morning Francine. How are you?" "Fine mother. And you?" The blond tried to put on her best smile to substitute 'fine' but her mother knew this façade before. "You sure?" Francine waited for a moment and by the knowing all expression her mother's face, she gave up. "Nothing. Just, reminded of that arranged marriage again." Her mother frowned at this, mouth slightly agape. "But honey! You should be proud! Who else but the Duke of France?" Francine wanted to roll her eyes so much. She did not want to marry for the reason of money, because she knew that's really the only reason why her mother was so easy to jump on the idea. All the riches you got from marrying a Duke. And she should be happy to visit her own home right?
No. Francine didn't want to settle down now. She wanted adventure; life. She didn't want to sit at the window all day talking to Gilbert or to other meaningless townsfolk. She wanted to see nothing that had to do with her previous life in Britain with her parents.
Her mother just sighed. "I know it might seem intimidating to be married to a Duke honey but you'll get used to it, I promise." During a small kiss on her head, Francine held back all the bitterness and vulgarity she wanted to speak to her mother. Her mother never understood her. And it was as if Francine was an object rather than a girl and that just because she has fair looks made her the single most beautiful possession in the entire world (meant for the reason to have as a trophy wife never you mind.) You know nothing about what I want, The blond mumbled in her head as her mother pulled away and brushed a bang out of her eye that had slipped from her bun and tucked it behind the child's ear. You think I'm nervous when I'm scared that you want me to sit down, have a kid and just be something to help brighten some fat heads ego just so you can enjoy the money. "Your father's already awake. Wash up and I'll have breakfast on before you know it. I love you very much, you do know that right dear?" Francine made a small, sincere smile. She did hate her mother for that but she guessed she had good intentions. "Yes I do. Je t'aime, mother."
"Je t'aime."
The blond then proceeded to get ready for breakfast even though she really wasn't keen on eating. It was going to be the same dish anyways. Some fresh baked bread and salted pork to nibble on. The blue eyed Frenchwomen glared holes at her dresses. They were all the same… Same fabric and save sort of design, just different colors. Sometimes, Francine wished just to wear breeches and a shirt, just to get a feel of what it was like for guys to wear them instead of very cold skirts which did nothing for the cold updraft of the fall. Quite randomly, since Francine wasn't really in the mood to ponder, she settled for a black and blue ruffled skirt with a black bodice and blue laces. It was a little bit too fancy for today and out of season, but Francine liked the way it complimented her eyes.
"Morning darling, you look beautiful today." "Don't I always?" Francine walked very curtly down the stairs with a growing smirk and then laughed along with her father. Merely bitter jokes between the two, the blond keeping in mind that her father just loved to boast about how beautiful she was to the entire town. His 'sapphire jewel of the sea' as he loved to call her. "So, Francine, have anything planned for today?" He asked while Francine's mother fixed his shirt to wear it was free of wrinkles and he looked presentable. "Oh nothing. Gil and I are just going out today, is all." "To the market?" Her mother raised an eyebrow and Francine nodded. "To buy what? Francine, I hope you're not thinking about dating that man." Her mother bore holes into her skin and Francine gave a weird expression to her mother. She always seemed to think this. "Goodness no." She said flatly. "Gil is just my friend. Plus, I wouldn't want to be unfaithful to my husband."
"I would hope not." Her father raised an eyebrow at her.
"When are you leaving?" Her mother turned to her slowly, giving her a plate of bread. "At half past nine. Why, what time is it?" "Just around a quarter to. You might want to leave early my darling for whatever you're buying." Francine nodded and finished her bread before grabbing a cloak from the coat rack in the corner of the house. "Just an engagement present." Her mother and father both smiled. "I'm glad you're at least trying to take initiative with this sweetheart, but don't worry about it too much alright?" "Alright. Love you." The blond waved before closing the door.
"Finally!" She mumbled quietly to herself and sighed relief. She hated having act that way around her parents. All proper and fancy and whatever. She may be nineteen at this point in time but that didn't mean she always had to act so firm and straight like her parents. But then again, that's what finishing school does to a girl like her. The blond turned a corner on her regular route to Gil's house and found the albino impatiently tapping his foot and smiling to see his friend. "Hey Fran! The Awesome's been waiting like- an entire hour!" Francine rolled her eyes and laughed before walking into the empty space that was Gilbert's home. "What's this? Your brother's out?" "Ja. Bruder had stuff to take care of in the market." He waved his hands dismissively and pulled out a chair for Francine to sit down in. "Something about potatoes… I dunno really know anymore."
Francine shrugged. "Eh, it's just your brother being your brother. Anyways, so what is it you need help with? Elizabeth troubles?" Gilbert glared red eyes into Francine's soul and she just chuckled. 'You know, if you keep acting bashful like that, she's not even going to glance at you." Francine may not have been in a relationship other than the one she was being forced into, but she took note of different relationships very well and what ended up happening out of sheet and utter boredom. The Prussian only sighed and rested his hands in his lap. "Enlighten me."
"Alright well what's she been doing since you saw her last?"
Gilbert frowned at this and tapped his chin and Francine face palmed. "You don't know?" "Of course I do! It's just… She was doing things not so awesome to the awesome me." "And that would be?" Gilbert held his head. "Shopping in the market." "Ah, and that just isn't fun for you is it?" Gilbert smirked. "Of course not! I'd rather go out and visit the seven seas on the ship- Oh mein gott! I completely forgot to tell you!"
Francine raised an eyebrow at her friend as he ran up to her chair and sat down on the arm of it right next to her. "There's a ship that's leaving port tomorrow and is leaving off for the next Port over. I heard Lizzy talking about it. Wanna go with us?" Francine's eyes widened. A ship hadn't visited this place in years to take passengers. Truth be told, Francine wasn't a part of the most wealthy economy. "You got to Fran! Isn't that what you wanted? Get off and see the world on your own travel?" Francine looked at her albino friend in shock. It was a little too sudden. Too… different.
But exactly what she'd been wishing for.
"But…" Francine tapped her chin. "What about your brother?" "He doesn't know. But I'm sure he'll go with me. He always complains about the work here anyways." Francine smiled at Gil's eye roll. "Well, of course I want to come with you, but how am I going to get past my parents? I don't want them to send after me because of that stupid Duke…" The albino pondered this for a moment and then smirked. "You could fake your own-" "That's not going to work Gil." Gilbert frowned. "Aw but you know how long I've wanted to try the whole 'fake your own death thing'? Years I tell you. Years!" Francine pat his head. "I know Gilbert. I know. It's just the sad cruel world we live in." Francine began to sob over dramatically and the two began to go into a fit of laughter. This is why she loved her friend. He was the only one who seemed to look up to her as a smart intellectual instead of an object. "..But seriously. How are we going to get past my parents?"
Silence.
"We're back at square one aren't we?"
"Yup."
"Aye, Artie- Got some grog you wanna share with me?"
Arthur's eyes didn't glance up from the page on the book he was reading and he merely kept quiet towards the question. Alfred should've known the answer. Every single time he asked, Arthur always said no. "Artie? You listening to me?" His book was pulled away from him and bright fiery green eyes glared daggers at the bright and cheery blond in front of him. "And just what the bloody hell do you think my answer is?"
"…Yes?"
This was the life of Arthur Kirkland. Getting annoyed almost every single minute of the day by an annoying blond with eyes the color of the summer sky and a plume of sunny hair sticking out. Arthur took his boots off of his bedroom desk and picked up a glove at his right before slamming the black leather across Alfred's face. "Why do you keep asking me this if you know I'm not going to share my grog with you?" Alfred whined and rubbed the spot where the glove had collided with his cheek and looked sadly at what might as well been his big brother. "It's just… You've been so depressed since Peter was-"
"I know."
"Well obviously you don't know otherwise you wouldn't be cooped up in here the entire time."
Green orbs glared angrily at the blond and he threw the book down into the desk. "Why is it you seem so set on disrespecting me, Alfred Freedom Jones?" "Oh, I'm so frightened! You used my full name!" Arthur growled, literally, at his crew member before storming up from his seat and watching as fear fled into Alfred's blue eyes before being rammed into a wall. Hard. "Never, disrespect me again Alfred. You here?" Alfred groaned in pain as Arthur pulled away and frowned. It was awhile before anyone answered.
"It's just… You look so lonely all the time. I see it in your eyes… You miss him so much. Heck- not even those wenches back in Sicily changed your expression and you enjoyed killing them!" Arthur smirked. "True but, Alfred, if you're trying to cheer me up, don't act like you're far more superior to me."
"You're have the worst superiority complex I've ever heard of."
"This is coming from the man who constantly tells everyone he's the hero and that he can handle anything every day an' night?"
Alfred laughed and Arthur smiled the tiniest bit before sighing again. "I guess you're right. I'll join you in a minute for some grog on the main deck. Tell the others." "M'kay captain!" Alfred saluted and Arthur rolled his eyes as his crew mate left his cabin.
Arthur looked around the vast emptiness of his cabin bedroom. His life was… Arthur looked over at his desk briefly towards an amulet without a chain in the far left corner of the wood and waltzed over to it, picking it up in his gloved hands and holding it close. Alfred was right when he said he was lonely, but how was he to counteract the loneliness? Alfred and Matthew certainly tried but didn't quite succeed with making Arthur ever since two months earlier. "No." Arthur looked down at the broken amulet and sighed before placing it gently back on the desk. "I promised myself I wouldn't cry…. For Peter's sake." The Brit looked back at the amulet one last time before leaving his cabin doors.
As you've probably guessed from the obvious old English accent and the usage of 'grog' which is just watered down alcohol, you can most likely guess I'm talking about a crew of pirates here. Yes; pirates. Pillagers and plunders who don't give a hoot (drink up me 'earties yo ho! :D *shot*) to just about anything and slaughter whenever they pleased. Arthur Kirkland was a man such as that; a master in thievery and one who gained enjoyment out of those he hated once he sought out their punishment. But he hadn't been himself lately and his crew has become worried if they were to plan an attack in order to get the Captain's precious Peter back.
The Brit sauntered his way out of his quarters and out of the cabins area of the ship and onto the main deck where twilight had long fallen and darkness over swept the sea, reminding the pirate of a black ink well. The only real light was from a set of crates circled around a pile of burning wood and the crew all looking happily and drunkenly at him. "Aye Captain!" They all cheered and Arthur just shook his head with a small chuckle. Leave it to Alfred to try and get his spirits up. Speaking of spirits… "Aye Ar- I mean, Captain!" Arthur raised a very hairy and bushy eyebrow (once or twice getting a chuckle from Matthew and a 'your eyebrows are like two large caterpillars!' comments from Alfred and the rest of his loyal crew) at the lesser pirate who held out a mug of watered down rum for the blond and patted a large crate. "Saved the best seat 'or you, Cap'in!" He grinned.
It was no surprise that everyone the next morning was drunk out of their minds; Captain Kirkland being the only one without a hangover and the slightly in bitter moods Matthew whom was cooking breakfast. "How're you doing, Matthew?"Arthur greeted him with a tip of his black tricorne as he went to get his food. The Canadian held his not so bright blond hair and groaned while frying up some salted ham in a pan and some fresh chicken eggs in the other. "Ugh… The one thing I hate about Alfred is that he always manages to get me hung over…" Arthur felt pity for the poor boy and pat his head. He was briefly reminded of Matthew's state of terror when he'd found Matthew and Alfred before forcing them into his crew (and he was kind of glad) and pulled away briefly. "Call Alfred when he has the approximate time of when the Spanish Mirada will be landing."
"I doubt you're going to get it soon but… I will."
"Thanks Mattie." Arthur winked before grabbing a plate of the food and leaving the galley and up the stairs, onto the main deck and into his private quarters again to only eat his food in silence. He tore at a bit of ham with his fork and sighed before circling a point in black ink on a map placed on Arthur's desk. "Just you wait Peter… I'm going for you. I promise."
A/N: Lame first chapter is lame ;A; (*cries*) As for the fail Translations, they're listed in order right here:
French:
-Dieu ("God!")
-Gilbert, fils de pute, je vais te tuer un de ces jours! ("Gilbert you wire of a whore! I'm going to kill you one of these days!")
-Entrez. ("Come in.")
-Je t'aime. ("I love you.")
German:
-Bruder ("Brother")
Thanks so much to a Prussia awesome person named Mimoni who helped my fail French! You have no idea how much Iwanna thank and wish I could contact you personally instead of online because you are just amazing. :3 *gives you virtual cookie* Merci for the correct Translations~
Anyways... Next chapter will be much better! Trust me. My first chapters always suck because I have to get past the whole 'Exposition' deal and all the other bollocks and such that the teach you in English. (*eyeroll*) As said before, Reviews appreciated and I hope to see you all for chapter two!
NEXT CHAPTER: Francine has finally snuck out of her house and gotten onto the ship with Gilbert. But while all fun goes on for the first couple of days of Gilbert trying to woo fair Elizabeth's heart, it would seem someone is trying to catch them...
