Welcome to another one of my Hetalia Fanfiction stories, if you haven't seen my work before I hope you enjoy it and hoping for this specific story to be the longest series in my collection other than Magic Tantrum of course though I do have a total of about 50 story ideas and plots I am determined to submit and shall cover every aspect of Fan fiction stories. I will warn you now this story will become dark at times in later chapters, might contain drug issues, mild sexual activity ( well they are pirates its expected) Yaoi and General sex is included so if you don't like it please don't read.
The aims of this story was to explain a rather shady and mysterious time between the nations and how this came to be and their secret stories and experiences. To follow the life of Captain Arthur Kirkland. Please enjoy and more chapters will follow~
"No chance you stinky frog lady!" the young blond wrapped in pirate styled scraps shouts in reply while running down the colourful French street that any other day was peaceful and quiet. The young pirate looked rugged, tired and in a world of hurt when the rather curvy French woman wielding a meaty loaf of bread as her weapon would catch up with him .
"already told you I didn't take your stupid pearls! I stole these from another woman! " The young man winced realizing what he confessed and tries to flirt his way out of this, if in doubt flirt that's what the young pirate always said " but your much more beautiful than her of course" chuckling lightly as he continues to run as fast as his scraped legs would allow him after trailing the roof tiles in a fast attempt to leave the crime scene, obviously it only ended in more evidence and pain.
" All of this just for pearls" the pirate began to puzzle in his own mind but then laughed at his own situation "ha! just for the hilarious story!" marching with strides the young man hides in a small spacing between the houses nearby resulting in the woman hurrying past him.
With a sigh of relief something catches the young boy's eye as he glances around to find the woman and if it was safe to leave. Seeing the docks nearby he notices a commotion of sound forming from the general area like strange music, laughter and drinks being tapped together in some kind of celebration. Being foolish and a young man he runs out to the crowd unaware of the beast that follows him in the shadows.
Music was playing along with the laugher of a loud German who was defiantly standing out in the crowd, not only from his unusual attire but he was glowing in the sun being soo pale and fair haired much like the scrappy young boy himself .
" haha yeah it vas no sweat, ve took zhat bad guy out just like zhat~! " with a snap of his fingers the German continues to boasts with head held high as though it was to make enough room from his expanding nose from his clearly terrible lies.
The young man raised an eyebrow pondering "women were swooning, what was wrong with them the man in front of them may have a different exotic accent, stands tall yet not the most physically muscular in the crowd and was even in the same crappy outfit style I am stuck in after that chase".
Before the young man could continue his thoughts he felt himself become lighter and recognizes a few voices sulking over his shoulder. " Arthur! what have I told you about stealing from other people" came booming over his head in a thick French accent still maintaining its scolding monatomic tone. " ...not to do it? " the young Arthur already narrowing his eyes into slits of disapproval facing away from Francis as he is held like a kitten in the ordering mother cat's mouth by his scrappy collar that's left on his shirt.
" Mon cheri! I told you to change out of that silly outfit too! you promised me if I took you to France with me this month that you'll wear what I give you" Francis now raising Arthur higher to his face and the right way around almost noses touching " why are you being difficult with me cheri~ do you not like it here? you promised to stay in the house while I was out meeting..." looking up Francis already noticed his friends had arrived, so this visit was killing two birds with one stone.
"first lets give the woman back her pearls okay little buddy" Francis goes to the Arthur's dirty little hands and pulls it out his very tight grasp for a few minutes looking embarrassing in front of the crossed arm woman as he struggles with his little responsibility. Finally Arthur lets go knowing he will be in more trouble the longer this scene goes on,Francis always knew the little nation liked shiny objects and money but he never knew HOW tight fisted the young man was growing up to be.
"There mon cheri~ I am sorry about my little buddy here, I will be sure to have a word with him later" Francis apologizes on Arthur's part and hands over the pearls earning a light slap across the face before she returns to her usual business, turning to Arthur with hands on either hip Francis was looking rather peculiar today.
The young man began to say in his thoughts " the strange neat hat similar to that of a diamond shape, the colourful jacket displaying the boldest blue he had ever seen...it was almost regal and don't get me started on the trousers that were obviously too tight for the Frenchman...but cant help not look away ...the tall leather boots did not help one bit on this appearance".
Sending shudders down his spine he didn't even notice the flamboyant blond making hand gestures and clearly trying to give him a stern talking to. The poor Frenchman was laying his heart out in a sympathetic but strong speech while the English boy was staring at a rather shiny pin on the German's coat causing him to drool from pure relaxation.
Awakening to the polished fingers of the angry blond Arthur grumbles and gives him his full attention once again "what!? I am sorry okay, didn't mean to and stuff..." the little thief rehearses as though it was routine and lost its luster.
" What am I going to do with you" Francis sighs pressing one hand to his temple massaging his knitted brows in stress " look just ...don't let go of my hand while we go see my brothers from across the seas okay, I will be two minutes and then I am going home to fix...this " gestures to all of the grubby and itchy boy caked with mud, dust and things Francis didn't even want to question " I am going to brush your hair mon ami~ then ill put the prettiest little petticoat on you".
In a daze the Frenchman lets go of Arthur's hand to clasp his together overpowered with excitement on his image of the final straight, young mannered boy he was seeking to create.
The so called young mannered man was crawling ever closer to the German hidden within the group of swooning French tarts surrounding him, stretching a hand ever closer he plucks the colourful and shiny pin off his cloak and hurries out to empty ground to examine it in the clear sunlight watching it twinkle when a light beam hits it.
That was until a rather stubborn and clean man walked up accompanied by his fiddle in one hand " vell look vhat we have here, a little boy who doesn't know any better" using his spare hand the tall dark haired noble took his small stick like object out his pocket and sways it causing the rest of its length to unravel.
" Cannot keep your grubby hands yourself I see" the Austrian looked down to the young boy with a terrifying aura that sent the smaller body into a whimper with his gaze never leaving the strange weapon. This wasn't going to end well for the little thief.
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The Kirklands.