I just feel that there needs to be more battle fics on Hetalia...Most of its Yaoi...i have nothing wrong on yaoi, i like rochu...alot...but there could be a lot of opportunity for battles and action sequences aru


Pirate!England vs. Pirate!Spain –English Devil

Thunder clashed and the winds wailed into the faces of soaked men and drenched sails. The waves blanked the decks of the ship before dying, quickly replaced by another. In an instant the skies were illuminated with the blue – purple of lightening, as the Spanish flag danced wildly in the crazed light. Leaning over with a worrying angle, the battleship turned abruptly, her guns blazing as she faced her nemesis. Another bolt scorched the skies as the resonating thunder moulded with the sound of the blasting cannons. In the blinding light, a shadow made itself known. Torn sails fluttered as it glided through the metre high waves, her hull forcing her way through the deep dark seas. A blazing Union Jack proudly soaring.

Barking orders in rapid Spanish, a young man wrenched on the wheel of the ship, rich dark brown hair kept in a rough ponytail, green eyes never leaving the British ship. Lightning crashed between the speeding ships. For a blinding second the two captains made a brief glance at the other's eyes. Piercing green eyes under abnormally large eyes brows made contact with the Spaniards own livid green ones, scowling, when in that fleeting moment the young British captain had removed his extravagant feathered hat, nodded and smirked. Instinctively Antonio Fernandez Carriedo gripped the hilt of his sword, eyes narrowing as he barked orders. The two ships slowly approaching the other.

Placing the hat back on his head, Arthur Kirkland continued to shout orders. His black leather boots tapping lightly on the wood as he lead his own battleship towards the Spanish.

The storm continued to ravage the seas as the enemy ships finally aligned next to each other, cannons ringing loudly, sparks flying in the grey darkness. Time and time again the two ships were so close that men could see the whites of the eyes of the other crew, guns already blazing in the air. Determined to get back at the English, the Spaniard shouted a resonating order then slammed the ship into the side of the British ship, the wood screeching at the sudden contact, masts tangling. Abandoning the wheel, Antonio slashed at a rope, grabbing on quickly; he joined the barrage of his crew already invading the deck of Kirkland's ship.

Carriedo's leather shoes landed softly on the wooden deck as his eyes searched earnestly for any sign of the English captain. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the messy, ragged blonde hair under the feathery hat. Running on the sails with uncanny balance, Antonio watched the man run deftly before landing on his own Spanish ship, bowing his head as he began to attack Carriedo's crew. Swearing briefly, Antonio, turned on Kirkland's crew, two players could play this game.

Glancing over his shoulder Arthur spied the Spaniard attacking his crew, so he wanted it that way. Already Antonio was approaching the stern of the ship, indeed he didn't disappoint, and he was as good as the rumours had said. But Kirkland didn't have rumours himself for no reason. Deciding his crew would be fine in taking over the Spanish ship, he returned to the mast. With his bloody sword he slashed some ropes. With their tension cut, Kirkland shot through the billowing sails, easily passing though the barrier between the tangled ships. But a sudden gut feeling made him stop. Crashing into the ship, a bolt of lightning screeched between the ships, automatically causing a wave of fire to add to the already growing flames.

Cursing, Antonio rushed to his ship; he needed to help with the flames before they got out of hand. Leaping over the deck he landed swiftly before the flames. But already the ship wasn't faring well.

"Pleasant day, isn't it?"

The world seemed to freeze as Antonio felt the cold blade pressed to the back of his neck. The world moved in slow motion, as he turned and faced the Englishman, his own sword at the ready,

"Wonderful."

As wills clashed so did blades. Antonio's red coat flashed a minute to be replaced by Arthur's blue coat. Any wandering seaman would be foolish to get between the fight of the captains. Caught in a dance of murderous intent, they moved in blurs, equally skilled and always trying to get the edge over the other. Antonio lunged quickly in succession each in a completely different spot. Already anticipating, Arthur countered all the attacks with a flick of his sword before stumbling. Seeing this as a chance, Antonio lunged, a cocky smirk plastered on his face. At the last moment Arthur spun on the ball of his foot, dodging the deadly weapon as it slammed into the mast. Antonio's eyes widened at the sudden predicament. Ready to make the killing move Arthur raised his sword. But, at that moment the ship lurched suddenly, giving Antonio the chance to rip his sword out of the mast and counter the incoming strike.

During the fight the fire had spread and burned so that a chunk of wood fell in between the two captains, splitting then up. Taking the opportunity Captain Kirkland fled the standoff, climbing the burning masts with precision. Not to be undone, Captain Carriedo reacted, snatching a flying rope, running and kicking off the wood, he soared into the air. Finding a footing, he walked onto the sails.

Having time to observe his surroundings, Arthur had found that the ships had separated in the chaos but still close enough that he could jump across to his ship. Apparently each ship still had gunpowder and cannons and had continued to bombard each other. Feeling rather than seeing or hearing the sudden presence on the sails, Arthur smirked. Waiting behind the canvas sails he watched the shadow of his rival magnify in the flashing skies.

"I know you're here, Kirkland." He spat out the name,

"Where else would I be?" the distinctive, thickly accented voice replied.

"Oh, I was just hoping you'd be dead."

"I'm sorry to disappoint."

"No, now I can kill you myself."

"Still sour over last time, are you, Carriedo?"

Carriedo smiled silently, he knew where the captain was now, slashing through the yellowing canvas, expecting to see the captain. But all he found was empty air. Given only a second to feel confused, an elbow drove into his stomach, knocking the air out of him and sending him plummeting towards the deck.

Rubbing his head, the fall was broken by a sail but there was still pain. But the pain seemed to disappear when the fire seemed to illuminate the glowering blood red shadow that strutted toward him. The blue coat mixed with the surrounding red, making him seem on fire himself. The feathers of his hat had survived the battle, blowing unrestricted in the wind. His eyes were shadowed by his unkempt blonde hair, a cunning smirk played on his face. This was the Captain Kirkland that was feared on the seven seas, the fact that he was called the English Devil by some of the most ruthless pirates made him even more fearful and terrifying. Antonio gulped as Kirkland's heeled leather boots slowly walked towards him, the sword tip at his neck.

"Interesting, I must say."

Taking a deep breath, Antonio threw the cinders he had clenched in his hand into Arthur's face. Shouting at the sudden attack, he backed away, rubbing at his eyes. Grabbing his neglected sword, Carriedo charged at the distracted captain. Slashing quickly, he pinned down the Englishman, kicking his sword away from him.

"My, my, isn't this an interesting development."

Even pinned down under the foot of the Spanish Captain, Kirkland still had the gall to smile.

"Well they don't call me the Red Terror for nothing."

Staring at the bright green eyes glaring down at him, Arthur smiled, his hands already fingering the dagger, it was risky but the other choice was death. There was clearly no competition. Swiftly he threw the cinders clutched in his other hand, just as he expected, Antonio was ready but while the pressure on his chest had lessened he brought the dagger to block the sword at his neck. Twisting the dagger he struck hard at the threatening blade. Causing the shock to send Carriedo back a few steps, rolling quickly he picked his sword back up, just making it in time to block the blood stained sword of the Red Terror.

"The English Devil doesn't disappoint."

"Why, did you think I would?"

They resumed slowly circling each other. Glaring daggers, while their swords rested lack by their sides. An unspoken agreement was settled as they clashed once more, but whether they killed each other or not, that was another issue. Both were tiring. Deciding the battle would be more beneficial if they continued on his ship, Arthur pushed Antonio across the deck. The Spanish captain proceeded to swing back to the sails and again they met on the sails, each balancing in the unstable wind. Antonio wincing as Arthur made a cut on his thigh but amply paid by a slice on his arm.

"This is getting rather tiresome, shall we get this over and done with?" the British asked.

"I guess. So all in?"

Both smirked, each convinced of their victory.

With the sudden want to win, both launched at the other with a flaring passion. Speed and power increased unexpectedly. Any other swordsman, pirate or unfortunate person unlucky enough to encounter either captain's path would have been dead without a single breath but at the moment both battled evenly. That was, until Antonio realised that he was on Arthur's ship. Technically it would make no difference but he had a feeling that the Englishman had something up his sleeve. After all it was his ship.

Glaring lightly Antonio, pushed back towards his ship, but the distance between the two battle ships had become too great while, he stabbed at Arthur's torso, but the man in question attacked with his own slashes. Neither giving up they cut each other, stabbed, blades covered in blood. With a sudden urge, Antonio shouted, his eyes clouded in battle fury. He attacked at Kirkland with remarkable speed and agility pinning him to the wall with his sword. But he faltered at the unusual smile that the man held.

He laughed.

He had laughed when he was about to die.

But just then Antonio realised the pressure on the area where his heart was.

He looked down, a dagger was pressed at his chest while the others sword was behind his neck. Shocked he slumped.

"You lose, Carriedo."

The English Captain had played him all along.

"H…How…?"

You made a single mistake, you played on my turf. I hope you remember that next time we battle."

Wait!

"Next time?"

"My orders were to capture you and your ship if I could; I was never meant to intend to kill you."

The Spaniard glanced over to his ship, indeed the Union Jack was already fluttering on the flagpole. He felt his hands being tied up.

"Then I'll remember that next time, Devil. Next time you shall be the one with his hands behind his back."

"I look forward to that challenge, but don't be so sure you'll win."

He was on his knees, his own sword at his throat.

"Because you might not survive the trip back to England. I said that I wouldn't kill you but what can we say for neutral forces?"

Arthur turned and entered his cabin, his coat dancing behind him, ordering the Spaniard be taken to the deepest part of the ship.

Antonio glared; he had deserved the name, English Devil.