This is an AU, where Gilbert is a pirate, and Austria is a prince! Hot, right? Riiiiiiiight? Right. REVIEW FOR MORE CHAPTERS AND LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK PLEASE!
Warning: At some point, there will be sex/and or rape between the two characters at some point (not fully for sure about the rape thing, but, eh). But there is going to be love also... at some point. So yeah! Also piracy. Enjoy!
Authors Note: Alright, so this is my first Austria x Prussia fic. I hope it's good. I just came up with the thought really. Gilbert the evil pirate captain, and Roderich, the mastery prince. Should be good I think. I need a lot of inspiration though, that's the downside. All it takes is some encouragers and I'm on my way. Also, I hope I did not rush! A I kinda feel like I did... But, eh. I was trying to keep it interesting. So yeah! To know what happens, read on!
"... It seems that the waters have even become a more dangerous place these days then the lands themselves."
Said a elderly man in a slight weary tone as he lowered a report back upon the desk, a small frown upon his face as he did so. He had a beard, looked to be wise, and calm in some way. However he seemed very troubled right now. And worried, not to mention. There has been to much happening these days. And the biggest problem; pirates. They seemed to have been everywhere. Going from village to village. Taking what they could and never giving back. The greedy mongrels did not care how it would affect the people themselves. So long as they got what they desired. However, it is bad to linger on such a matter.
From afar, stood a young looking man. Chocolate brown locks, perfectly tousled and sleeked, almost framing his face. His deep violets scanned through the books upon the shelf slowly behind the glasses he wore, though he did not need to, since his sight was fine and all. They were just simply for decoration. He wore royal like ware, a silk vest over a white long sleeve button shirt, and to somewhat match, black pants and boots. He was a very beautiful man. With a serious, but frail stature. A young master like man.
"You know, there have been sightings of a ship not far from here, Prince Edelstein. And not just any ship. You are aware of which one I am speaking of, aren't you?"
Asked the elder man as his gaze rose up to look upon the young prince. For a moment, the Austrian stopped scanning across the books, and stared at not one particular. Slowly he blinked. He did not answer for a moment, until he turned his head to the side, and looked at the wise adviser with a smooth gaze, and calm appearance.
"Ja. I know. However, I do not suspect that they would go through the obstacles of coming here. Don't linger on it. We are safe."
Roderich reverted his eyes back upon the books, and scanned over once more, trying to find the one he had been looking for these past few minutes. The elderly adviser sighed deeply. Sometimes, his master could be so ignorant. How could he think that they were safe? Their land had resources, and also riches. The pirates could come at anytime and take it all from them without hesitation.
"But your highness, the report I had just read say that they are dangerously close to our lands. And even making way towards it. We should take some form of action. You know how dangerous they are. Or particularly, that man."
The adviser tried to convince his highness. However, the young man simply sighed, finally finding the book of which he had been looking for. Reaching out, he gripped it lightly, and pulled it out from the shelf, bringing it to his chest before turning around and looking upon the elder with a still serious, yet calm gaze.
"If they even do manage to come here, I am sure our forces would stand ground and take care of them. Regardless of the stories. After all. That's all they are. Stories."
The young master told him as he made way to his desk, pulling out the red and dark wood chair and sitting down upon it, opening to the first page, he began to read through the words a a smooth pace. The elder frowned. He knew that there was not much he could do to convince the man that they could be in deep, deep trouble. They were not talking about just any pirates. They were talking about pirates that were terrorizing Europe, all around. Many in the west have already been claimed as territory by them. Or really, the master of the ship. The people were in fear. Resources were growing low. And more. And the stories that were told of how they went about their work sent chills. Yet Roderich Edelstein was not affected by these facts what so ever. He was brushing them off as if they were nothing.
"I hope you are right, sir. For everyone's sake."
Before Roderich could go and try to reply to that, there was a light knock on the door. The violet gaze looked up from the book, and at the large wooden closing.
"You may enter."
He said calmly. When he did so, the door slowly began to open. And there stood a young woman in a white and light blue Victorian dress, a smile across her face, and brightness in her green eyes. She stared upon the Austrian prince with happiness it seemed. Though he did not look so amused. In fact, there was barely any reaction from him what so ever, though the young woman was his ex-wife and friend. To her standards at lest.
Her light brown hair flowed as she made way towards him and the elder.
"Elizaveta."
The master simply greeted.
"My Prince! It's nice to see you again. You seem well, as usual."
She commented in a somewhat joyful manner. The Austrian inwardly sighed. The woman saw him not even a few hours ago, yet she was making that form of a comment. She was so strange. It almost annoyed him, in all truth. However he would not express that. With his eyes going back to the book below he began to read once more, while focusing upon the woman as she stopped before his desk.
"I suppose."
He simply said. The elder glanced between the two, then sighed once more, before looking back down upon the young master. He knew that it was time for him to leave and go take care of things else where. To leave these two alone. However, not without last word of warning to the young master.
"My prince. Please, just at lest think about what I have said to you. If anything, we should send out our own ships to combat them... But do as you see fit."
With that, the elder closed his eyes and walked off, going off to the still open door without another word. Mean while, Elizaveta gave a questioned expression, wondering what the old man had meant. She did not ask though, as the door was shut. She thought then that maybe there would be something upon the desk that may answer her, since she knew that the master would not, and would tell her not to worry. So with he grassy green hues trailing around the large wooden surface for a clue, while the prince still kept to the book below him, turning a page, she finally saw it. The report. Reading it from upside down, she then gasped, her eyes widening in surprise and worry, looking right over to her ex-husband.
"Roderich! Aren't you aware of who we are dealing with?"
The Austrian sighed deeply while he wrinkled his nose lightly. How annoying. Everyone was on his case about this matter. About that damn pirate and his men. When really, surely, he was no threat to them. An egotistical pirate could not be after all. They could handle their own and keep that loud mouth idiot away (which he knew about of the stories, not knowing him personally). He was sure of this. So with his violets once more going from the book to the woman before him.
"Why does everyone keep asking me that...? I am aware. I find no threat in a moron such as him."
"But you should. There are many things said about him. About.. Gilbert Beilschmidt."
She hesitated at his name for a moment. Well this was a surprise. Usually, the woman was not afraid of a thing. No matter who the person was, or where they come from, she stood up to them without one bit of fear. Yet she was so concerned about this one pirate that she even hesitated to speak his name. Roderich rose a brow at her, only for a moment, before he reverted his eyes back upon the page, turning it to read another.
"Stories you mean. They can not be proven true. Which I doubt would happen to us."
Surely. They will be just fine. The pirate would not dare invade. After all, they did have many allies (though most of them were under the brute's control) and plus their army was at the ready, just in case. And all those stories of how he has an "endless army", or "unstoppable power", were all rumors. No pirate can have such things... Right?
The young woman slowly blinked, then, she sighed softly, lacing her fingers together as she looked down at the floor under her. For a moment she did not speak. But then she rose her gaze once more, looking upon the Austrian, a smile coming across her face as confidence rose.
"You're right. And even if it does, know that I will be there to fight for you. You know that, my prince?"
"I know."
"Good! Ah. Well, I only came to check on you, my prince. Night is coming soon. I think I will go and get ready to rest."
With that the girl turned on her heal then went over to the door, closing her eyes as she did so with a wider smile across her face as she made way to her own room. Roderich did nothing to stop her, and simply read on with a small nod of understanding. With that, the door was closed, and the Austrian was left alone. Finally. It was quiet. Now he could completely and totally focus upon the book, without any disturbance.
After dinner, and a nice wash, and grooming, the prince was finally getting ready for bed. The Austrian had his eyes closed, as he pulled the white gown over his features, running his hands along it to be sure it was set nicely over his body. With his glasses already removed, and resting upon the nightstand beside his bed, the Austrian made way to his large mattress. Pulling the covers aside, he crawled in, to only pull them back over him.
Now he began to think, as he laid there, turning to the side to only then look upon the lighten candle that gave a small amount of light to the area. All those things. Surely they were stories. Of how that evil man, Gilbert, pillages and burned those cities. Took those he wished to, and had the gold the land possessed. How his eyes glowed red, and his smirk like that of a wolf.
"Humph.. A moron can not have so much power. It's certain."
He assured himself as he curled his knees a bit. He had also heard how much of a loud mouth that man was. His ego standing out. The pirate calling himself "awesome" every now and then. Someone such as that can not be as powerful as others say. It just did not make since.
"I wonder how the other rulers bowed before his control. Hm... Possibly assurance of something of some sort. Or a dealing. Nothing more."
The prince kept kidding to himself when he knew fully why. Now that he was here, alone, in his room, the thoughts were catching up to him. Since he had not one thing to distract himself. He should not be doing this though. he could go mad with all those thoughts running in his mind. So blinking a few times times, he sat up, took in a small amount of air, then blew out the candle, leaving the room dark now. Then, the young master lowered back down, staring up at the dim darkness as the silver light of the moon filled in from the closed glass windows. Turning to his other side, trying to get comfortable, he closed his eyes. Slowly falling in to quiet, peaceful slumber.
"Nothing more..."
Suddenly, his eyes shot open. Alert was all around him. He felt his heart jump, and beat quick from the sudden yelling. Outside.. He could hear yelling, screaming. Laughter. And the roar of fire. What the hell is going on? Shooting up to where he laid, the master's gaze shot from right to left for a moment, before it landed upon her. Elizaveta, standing next to his bed. Her eyes were filled with worry, and a small bit of fear. She held a lantern in her hand, staring down at the man she knew rather well.
"Elizaveta...? What's happening? What is all that noise outside?"
The Austrian prince asked as he sat up from where he had placed himself, looking outside the window to only see orange, yellow, and white blazes of the town from afar. His mouth dropped slightly. What? How did the blaze come? Was an uncontrolled fire started? Quickly his answer came to him once his orbs shot to something that was not usually placed around their shores. Or really, it never was. A ship. A large, dark, powerful looking ship. The sails were torn slightly. Were a dark red color, that almost looked black. And the flag that towered over it familiar to those who have not even seen it. The hawk...
"H-how could...?"
"Master, there isn't much time to explain! Please, you must come and hide!"
Suddenly his arm was gripped, and he was pulled out from his bed. The Austrian gasped lightly, his gaze still upon the burning town. The burning land that he ruled. Mean while, the woman pulled on him, leaning him out from the bed, to the door, and out the hall. Leading the prince some place where he will hopefully be safe.
"Take all you want boys! The land is ours to have!"
Yelled a loud, confident voice. It belonging to the one man who had done this, along with his crew. There, with a wolfish smirk across his face, and a evil like stare in his ruby eyes, stood a Prussian, his ivory hair almost seeming to match the colors of the flames right now as he walked down the streets. The pirate that everyone had come to fear. Gilbert Beilschmidt. He wore royal like pirate wear. Hat, boots, and all. Going perfectly with his stature. His eyes stared forward for a moment, before looking at both sides, watching as his men did just as they were told every time they came to shore of a land they were to take. Getting whatever they wanted. Then taking whoever they wanted. Just as they did every time. But this was a bit of a better place. So now, many of his men were coming out with jewels, pearls, rings, and gold. This was quite the rich land indeed. But so fucking weak. The army that kept guard got their asses kicked in no time. And those who resisted did not put up as much of a fight what so ever. So. Weak. But still a bit fun.
"Heh! Make them run, go on! Make sure to take all the rum if you find any!"
He encouraged his men as he went forward. Why wasn't he joining in? Well, he had his target. He did. And he was in his mind all this time. And he was going to save all his energy just for him. Just for the young master of the land. Glancing around once more, he saw that one man of his crew was running up to him. With a smirk upon his face still, he stopped in his tracks, while the man spoke.
"We have yet to reach the castle, sir! Should we go on and invade?"
He asked. The Prussian blinked a few times, before fore his ruby eyes went to the castle from afar.
"No. Not yet. Get all the other men here in a few minutes, and cover all the escapes. Send only a few inside, the ones that won't get carried away. And if any of you are to find the prince, you bring him to me alive, and unharmed."
"Aye sir!"
With that the man ran off to spread out the new orders, while the captain walked on. Heading right towards the castle manner with a large smirk across his face still. The image of the young master flashed through his mind quickly. And he was unable to stop himself from licking his lips. This was his time. His chance. He was finally going to have that little brat under his control. After so long... So many years of waiting and becoming stronger.
Rather if the prince liked it or not. He will be his true, and ultimate, prize. Roderich will be his.
She lead the prince down into a secret hiding place, after moving the rug from the floor. Opening the wooden door, he looked at the prince, as he still found himself in disbelief. And guilt. She frowned as she saw this. Then looked back down at the dark opening as the moon light shined upon it. The inside looked to be about 10 feet deep. It had few supplies, enough to last for a few weeks.
"Roderich... You should be safe here. When the pirates see that they are unable to find you, and become bored, they will leave this place. Until then, stay here. I will try to hold them off from this area as long as I can."
She assured him quietly. It was then Roderich rose his violets over to here, and stared, his usually calm but serious expression slowly coming back to him.
"You can't do that. If they took down the troops that I have set up, there may not be much of a chance for you. You should escape while you can. You do not have to fight. If anything, I should be the one to confront them."
The younger woman simply showed a small smile, closed her eyes, and shock her head.
"No. No. I told you before. I will be there to fight for you. And I meant what I said. Plus, we need you to stay safe. This country needs a ruler after all. Doesn't it?"
He did not answer. He just simply turned his gaze back down below, as a small frown slowly came across his face. He went to say something else. However. There were shouts from afar. And they did not sound as friendly as the prince may have hoped. With his ears pricking lightly, he looked over his shoulder, eyes widening slightly. His whole body became tense, and his heart raced at a faster pace. Though he quickly calmed himself, and a glare came across his features. He knew that they were coming, those savages. Those pirates. His face began to scowl, and was tempted to go and face them himself. Though he couldn't. For soon he found himself falling back. With a small yelp, he hit the ground, eyes shut tightly. They quickly opened. Looking about to only find that he was within the hiding place. Then he looked up at the woman that was still above the floor, as she stared back down at him.
"I'm sorry your majesty... But I know what you were thinking."
She said quietly. Then she then blew out the flame in the lantern. And everything was once more black.
"Elizaveta, wait! You can't do this! It's my fault this happened in the first place, I should be the one to fix it!"
He told her, about to get back up and find the hidden latter within the under room. She shock her head though, showing a small, sad smile as she did so.
"No. You must stay safe. Don't worry... everything will be fine."
She lied. Nothing will be fine. They were doomed, and the both of them knew it. Which was why they did not attempt to find an escape rout. After all, in the stories that they heard, the pirates knew how to work. They were professionals, it seems. The surrounded the area. Being sure there was no way for the Kings or Queens to escape from them. They would be sure to also cover the whole city, or really whats left of it. And if there was a forest area, they would scatter all over the place and cover any point that may lead to an escape, since there were undergoing routs for most castles. Bottom line, Roderich could only hide and hope.
"Goodbye."
The door was shut. And the large rug pulled back over it to where almost barely any light came through. The prince stood then, looking above with a slight glare as he heard the woman run from the room.
"Wait! Elizaveta!"
It was to late. The room door slammed behind her, and everything had become quiet. And he was left there. Alone once more. But this time, he did not wish to be. Growling lightly he lowered his gaze, knowing not to make to much of a fuss. Then his eyes closed tightly. He was helpless. This whole damn thing was his fault! Because he had to lie to himself and everyone else and say that there was no way that brute or his men, could possibly come to their borders. And yet here they are. Doing what they wished to his land and his people. How could he be so idiotic, he should have listened! Thus he scolded himself terribly.
"Damn it all..."
He whispered, slowly opening his orbs to only glare to the side. He could not even see right now. Not a thing. Only a few outlines of object, but other then that, nothing. He could not hear a thing that was happening outside, mostly because of the door's, as well as the wall's, thickness. So he did not know if the girl he knew for so long was safe or not (though she annoyed him half the time, he had a small bit of care for her because of her loyalty). Sighing deeply, he sat himself down, putting his knees close to his chest as the gown covered his legs, keeping him at lest somewhat warm.
An hour passed. Roderich was still awake. His arms were resting upon his knees, while his head rested atop of them, his eyes still at a glare. Not a word. A sound. Or a sign. Nothing. He was still there, blind to whatever was happening beyond this room. Helpless. He was becoming very impatient, worried, and angered. He did not know what to do. Maybe he should go find that damn latter, get the pistol that was also somewhere in this room, and go on a search. To go and fight along side his men and people. Or whatever was left of them.
Then suddenly, the door swung open. The prince jumped at the sudden sound, his head shooting up to look above, being sure not to make the slightest sound as he did so. Could it be? Elizaveta? His adviser? A friend of some sort? The man stood, hoping that the person was one of those people. However, he was brought down as he heard a unfamiliar set of boots step across the floor, the door closing behind. The man's breath stopped, and his body tensed. That was not a friend. And he knew this.
"Hm.. Maybe he's hiding in here."
That voice was also unfamiliar. However he had the feeling that it belonged to him. The one that commanded those brutes. But he did not want to find that out. The man was looking for him. He knew he was. Who else could he possibly want? Slowly backing, the Austrian looked about quickly. His orbs rested upon the outline of a barrel. Upon it; the pistol. While the person above looked about, the noise of things being moved about being heard, and also thrown, he moved towards it as quickly, but as quietly as possible. Yet. He tripped over a small box upon the floor. Thus he fell forward, falling upon the floor below him with a light 'thud'. Which made the person above stop. Roderich's eyes widened for a moment, ignoring the pain his foot was feeling, quickly getting up and running the rest of the way, snatching up the pistol, then hid behind the barrel.
"... My. I wonder what made that noise. Sounded like it came from below."
The voice said in a teasing manner while the footsteps grew near once more. Roderich glared, cocking the pistol, and getting ready to fire. He knew that the man above heard that. Maybe it might scare him away, since pirates were more then likely familiar with that kind of sound. But the boots drew near. And the large rug was thrown off to the side. Which made sudden light shine in. Roderich blinked a few times quickly, trying to get his eyes to adjust to the new light. Sadly, his eyes did not adjust as quickly as he wanted to, for the hatch door opened. Someone jumped down. And the next thing he knew, he was gripped by the hair and pinned down the the floor, his hands being held above his head while he felt someone straddle him.
"Ugh! Let me go you damn mongrel!"
Shouted the young prince as he began to struggle. He opened his eyes, and glared upward, to only have his hues rest upon the feared man among all of Europe. Gilbert. Ruby eyes, that almost seemed to glow red in the night. A evil smirk. A strong, devious like frame to him. Ivory hair, that almost matched silver. This man was just as how they described.
The captain looked back down at him, at first with question, but quickly a wolfish smirk came across his lips once more. Ah! What luck he had! He found the one person he wanted the most! And had him cornered perfectly no less. Right under him. Just as he liked it.
"Well well... If it isn't his highness himself. Forgive me for treating you so roughly. I thought you may have been yet another annoying servant or cowardly guard."
He chuckled deeply, his hold tightening around the small wrists. Roderich gave a warningful growl, however, Prussia ignored it, and looked at the gun the master held still. Giving a small, but loud laugh of amusement, his other hand reached out and snatched it up, throwing it to the side.
"You won't be needing that, my prince. At lest not where you're going."
The Austrian ruler stopped then. No. The man was going to kill him, wasn't he? This can't be the end, he barely got the chance to fight! Damn it all!
"Just like your kind! Not even leaving one person alive...! Release me, now!"
Roderich said in a fierce tone, though he was not one to be barking orders at the moment. Prussia wrinkled his nose lightly, wondering just what the other was talking about. Thought for a moment. Then finally it hit him. Once more he smirked, then laughed in a mocking way.
"Oh please! You think that I would kill you? Humph...! I have better things to do with you."
It was then the Prussian licked his lips slowly, lowering himself. Roderich's eyes widened. Oh no.. He wouldn't! H-he was a man after all! They both were! That did not seem to matter to Gilbert though. He let out his tongue as he neared the mans neck. And he dragged it slowly across the soft, warm, delightful flesh. The Austrian gasped, his hands turning into even tighter fists then they already were, as pleasure ran through him. He had to bite his lip in order to keep another sound fro escaping his lips. It felt good. To have something so warm, so moist, run across his neck like that. Then the tongue went to his ear, flicking across the lobe. His body enjoyed it. He however, did not want it. So quickly he calmed himself, and, anger sparked.
"Stop that!"
Thrashing about once more, he struggled. However no matter what he did, the Prussian did not budge. Luckily, he did pull away, chuckling once more as he did so, staring down at the Austrian below him.
"Why would I? You taste real good. Plus... you seem to like it."
It was then those devious ruby orbs lowered between the Austrian's legs. There was a small erection, because the Austrian was only half aroused. If he was fully aroused, well, that would be another thing.
The Austrian flushed deeply, stopping his attempts, since they were hopeless. Gilbert licked his lips once more, as if he were hungry for something. Then he lowered his hand, gripping the bottom rim of the gown.
"Here. Let me help you with that."
Quickly the prince took notice, his eyes shooting down below, then quickly began to move once more, trying to get the man to stop.
"Don't you dare! Move your hand from there at once!"
He snapped, his voice mostly sounding angered then pleadful. The Prussian, surprisingly, did what he was told, pulling his hand away. But to only grasp Roderich's face, forcing it up in order to make the man below him look into his eyes. Once the violets met his ruby hues, the Austrian scowled. That only made Gilbert become even more amused.
"Alright. Fine. This isn't the place to do it anyways. Plus it's about time for us to get to the ship."
The Austrian's eyes widened slightly at those words. Us? The Prussian planned to take him with him? No, he couldn't! This was his kingdom, his home, he couldn't just kidnap him like this! He had never done this with other lords or anyone else (from what he heard at lest). His people needed him here! So why him?
"I am going nowhere with a savage such as yourself! How dare you even think that I would! Now I will not say it again! Remove yourself from me!"
Still the Prussian was amused, unaffected by those words. Roderich surly was not going to budge on what he had said. he was going to fight, and not come willingly along with Gilbert. And in all truth, he found that attractive in the Austrian. Not that he would say that right now at lest. No. First thing's first.
Get the prince upon his ship.
"My my. What a feisty little prince I have. No matter. You're coming with me. Rather you like it, or not."
Of course, the Austrian went to say otherwise, his mouth opening to protest. However, he was unable to. For a sudden blow came to his head, a small grunt escaping his lips. And slowly, the world he knew around him became black. The smirk, being the last thing he saw. And the last thing he heard;
"You're mine now. Prince Edelstein"