This is actually a rp between hyrulehalfbreed and me, so go check her out too! :D
Disclaimer: I own nothing!
Warnings: yaoi, kidnapping, pirates, human names
Pairings: Spamano, PruCan, FrUk, AmeriPan, GerIta, Korea x China, Russia x Latvia, PolLiet, AustriaHungary
Antonio made a small humming sound as his ship sailed abreast with two others. His allies, his partners, his friends, these three captains and ships were known from far and wide... the best part was, (even though they were hunted like dogs by the navies of all countries) was that they were also feared and free to do as they please. Yes, a pirates' life was great, no rules, plenty of booze, and plenty of action. Just perfect, leaving his first mate at the wheel he grabbed a nearby rope and swung onto the desk of the middle ship of the trio, Gilbert Beilschmidt's. Francis Bonnefoy swinging on the same ship from his own, landing with his usual grace.
Feliciano sighed dreamily as he leaned on his boom in the courtyard of his home, blissfully unaware of his brother and grandfather yelling at him to continue with his chores. The sun was starting to set and if it got dark enough that they couldn't see that meant they wouldn't have to finish the labor until tomorrow.
Gilbert laughs cheerfully in expectation of what was to come as he walks up to his friends. "You guys ready?" he asks, an almost evil looking smile on his face.
Ludwig, seeing the trio and his brothers smile, quickly walks up. "What are you planning now bruder?" he asks in a stern tone.
Romano storms up to Feliciano, a tomato in his hand. "Why aren't you helping?" he demands. "Don't leave all the work to me!" his voice takes on a whiny tone.
Gilbert just ignores Ludwig, acting as though he wasn't even there.
Francis laughed softly as he reached forward and ruffled the usually slicked back blond hair of the young German, "Now, now, I would have thought you would know what we do best after so many years. Peu une, we are going raiding. A famous port at that, sound be fun, oui?" The Frenchman's blue eyes were alight with mischievous intentions for what he wanted to do in that unsuspecting port.
Feliciano pouted as he was woken up from his day dreams, whining out as he looked at the darker haired Italian, "Fratellllloooo, can't even finish this tomorrow?~ Ve, its not like we have anything else to do other than make a few deliveries." Yes the small Italian family owned a small bakery/restaurant and the success of which allowed them to live rather comfortably inside the bustling port.
Gilbert, excited as always for the raid, laughs his signature "kesese!"
Ludwig narrows his eyes in suspicion. "By a 'famous port', where exactly do you mean?" he asks carefully.
Romano squeezes the tomato in his hand, trying not to completely crush it. "How about you try telling that to Grandpa then?" he all but yells in the younger boys face, "cause I'm sure as hell not!"
England laughs quietly to himself as he spots the trio of boats, all flying a different flag through his scope. After a few seconds of careful pondering, he decides it best to follow the infamous trio to see what exactly they were up to.
Antonio chuckled as he explained while looking towards the distant lights of the port, his tone dropping to a slightly sinister note. "You see this port is HEAVILY guarded by the British navy, meaning that it is almost never attacked by pirates. Allowing wealth and other such wonderful treasures to be just gather together and be rip for the taking... Because of this lack of threat for so long... another maravillosa thing has occurred. The navy have become foolish enough to go on regular practice runs around the nearby waters for training. Meaning we can predict when the city is unprotected to the exact hour, mi amigo." The fiendish glimmer in those happy green orbs was a rather unnerving thing to many but it only made Francis laugh in pleasure, "Hon, hon hon!"
"Ve, grandpa Rome loves me!~" Feliciano said with a giggle as he called their guardian by his nickname, yes the youngest brother usually got what he wanted wtih some whining.
Mattie sighed softly as he walked up to the helm, looking at his older brother in confusion, "We changed course... is there something wrong?" The faint speaking Canadian looked at the British pirate captain in confusion.
Ludwig was obviously not convinced. "And what happens if they do some sort of abnormality and come back while we're still there?"
"Psssssh, as if that would happen." Gilbert laughed. "I guess you haven't noticed, but we've been watching their patterns for awhile now." he says, holding his hand out for his beloved pet bird, Gilbird, to land on.
That only makes Romano more irritated because he knows it's true. Suddenly the tomato bursts and the juice of it covers his hand in red.
England shakes his head no. "I don't think so. That infamous trio has showed up, but they'll be no match for us."
Francis chuckled softly as he spoke, "Mon ami, you worry too much, it will ruin that pretty face of yours! They give us trouble and we will unleash more hell than they can handle." With that said the long haired blond grabbed a hold of the rope and swung back to his own ship, the "Belle Mort", meaning Beautiful Death.
Antonio nodded his head in agreement as he moved back to his own ship, the Toro Del Mar, "Bull of the Sea". "To each man his own treasures and life!"
Feliciano frowned as he looked at the crushed fruit, "Fratello, that tomato was perfectly good! Why did you ruin it!" The Italian was pouting as the sun finally slid from sight and darkness of the night surrounded the port as people tried to continue with their lives.
Mattie blinked as he tried to look out to where his captain was gesturing, "The trio? Who are you talking about?" He was rather curious as just recently had Arthur allowed him to join him on the ship instead of living in the safety of a community for the families of pirates.
Ludwig sighs. "Is it okay if I guard the ship for this one?" he inquires.
Gilbert just laughs, and nods. "Sure sure, if you want." Gilbird chips in a manner that makes it seem like he was laughing at the younger German also. "Not like Old Fritz needs guarding anyways. This ship is way too awesome to get took!" he declares.
"I didn't mean to!" Romano yells, visibly maddened.
"It's a group of three ships that work together. The Belle Mort, the Toro Del Mar, and the Old Fritz. they each have a different flag, and come from different countries, but the captains are all best friends apparently. They've developed a bit of a reputation, and people usually refer to them as the 'Bad Touch Trio' because of some rumors of what they do to the people they capture. I'm sure the Golden Hind will hold her own against them just fine though. She's designed to fight pirates after all. I'm just they just weren't planning on it getting took by a pirate." Arther says with a wink before turning back to the direction of the ships. "It looks like they're heading to a port that no one has attacked for a couple of years since it's so heavily guarded." he mutters, more to himself.
Antonio chuckled as he gave the signal to his men and friends to blow out all torches and lights in the ship, going completely dark and silent as the trio of large ships moved into the port. Ready for all hell to break loose once Francis made his move.
Francis smirked softly as he cocked his gun, steadying his aim before a loud gun shot rung throughout the port and then the sound of the navy guard's body hitting the wooden dock with a thump. "All clear!~ Stupid Italian navy is nowhere to be seen either."
Feliciano flinched away from his brother, speaking with a sad tone, "I-I'm sorry?" His head snapped up though when he heard the screams of people from further in town, "Ve?"
Matthew blinked as he looked at the suddenly dark shapes in the waters ahead of them, "A-Are you friends with the-them?" He was trying not to shiver at the remark about the trio's suspected 'habits', really he knew this life was not for him. He didn't like to fight, blood, or the greed that went along with pirates... but if that was what his family decided to do he knew he would remain by them.
Gilbert gleefully laughs at the sound of chaos that the single shot had created. "Lead the way then friend!" he calls.
Ludwig closes his mind against the sound of the screams. He didn't like them like his brother, but if they were necessary then they were necessary.
"What was that?" Romano says, his anger replaced by terror as he tries to hide behind Feliciano.
Arther looks at Matthew in disbelief. "Of course not! As far as those three are concerned other pirates may as well be just normal people. They're only friends with themselves, and rumor has it a few high ranking ladies too." he says, the scorn obvious in his voice. "My guess is that they're now attacking. The best plan is to wait a few minuets, and then try to raid their ships while they're off at the port. I'm sure a trio as well known as them has quite a few goodies on there, and also would be confident enough to only leave a few men keeping watch on the ships."
"Avant!(forward)" Francis shouted as he rushed off his ship with a good few members of his crew, Antonio following closely behind as swords and guns were pulled from their holders. Blue and green eyes gleaming with the light of the scattered torches and ears filled with frightened screams of their prey.
Feliciano was shivering hard as he spoke, "Ma-Maybe we should go b-back inside now?" He was coward, and he felt no shame about it was he looked frantically around for the cause of all this chaos... chaos that was heading their way!
Mattie winced at this statement, he did not want to go on any unfamiliar ship but nodded his head anyway. Going down the stairs and into the cabins to look for his older brother, "A-Alfred? W-We are about to r-raid some ships."
"Hell yeah, I'm totally ready for this!" the glasses wearing boy shouted as he ran out onto the deck, almost knocking over his younger brother. Looking up at Arthur up at the helm he called out, being obnoxiously loud as ever, "What's the plan?"
Gilbert followed closely behind his too friends, his red eyes gleaming in the light of the fire. "It looks like there's something good up there" he yells over the roar to his friends, pointing up on top of a hill.
Romano, sure that he just saw a glint of red and sure that it had to be a demon, nods his head quickly, turning around and running into the house, yelling for their Grandpa all the while.
"Pretty much just get on, kill any guards, find where they store their goodies, and get off before they get back. Let's go." Arthur says, swinging a rope with a grappling hook onto the middle of the three. "Alfred, you take the one on the right, and Matthew, you take the one on the left." he orders, pulling it tight and swinging onto the Old Fritz with some of his crew members.
Ludwig sighs as he turns away from the chaos his brother had just ran into. When he looks up, he sees a group of pirates swinging onto the ships that weren't their friends. Yelling for the crew that stayed to guard the ships, he draws his weapons to face them.
Francis and Antonio both looked up at the hill, seeing the large pristine manor, the Frenchman let out a laugh as the trio raced towards it, "Good eyes like always, oui?" Their crews would take care of looting the rest of the port from top to bottom, sure to strip anything of value, even if it was nailed down!
Feliciano whimpered as he moved into the manor, locking the doors behind him as he looked frantically around for a place to hide. Their grandpa... it seems that he had taken this moment to leave without telling them except for a small note pinned to the wall saying he would be back soon!
Matthew sighed as he swung onto the ship with the gold and red splashed across the flag that glimmered in the moonlight. The blond haired boy didn't even step on the boards before he was slammed to the ground by one of the guards, the heavier body keeping him pressed to the wooden boards, "Ouch, merci! G-Get off, Alfred, Arthur!"
Alfred swung onto the French pirate ship with a loud cry, easily fighting the guards their with his bare hands and a short sword. After all the last thing they needed was a gun shot to alert the other pirates, "There's no way you guys can defeat a hero like me!" With his foes out of commission he descended into the inner portions of the ship with a part of the crew to do their own looting.
"But of course." Gilbert says with a smirk. Suddenly Gilbird lands on his shoulder and chirps in his ear. "We need to make this quick. Our ships are being attacked." he tells the other two.
Romano was already hiding in the pantry, inside an empty tomato box.
England curses as he hears Matthew's cry. Deciding that he'd better help out his family member before looting, he quickly tosses a grappling hook onto the Spanish ship to swing over, when suddenly he's tackled.
"What do you think you're doing" Ludwig growls into the English-mans ear, bringing forth all his irritation at his brother to make him sound meaner than he really was.
Francis cursed colorfully as he glared at nothing in particular, "Damned be the person that dared set a finger on our ships!"
Antonio growled as he nodded his head, having a sinking feeling that he knew who it could be brave enough to try and attack them of all people. Stopping in front of the doors of the manor... he simply kicked it in with a loud crash, "Knock knock, alguien en casa?"(anyone home?)
Feliciano had been standing horror stricken still from the moment he read the note, but at the loud crash he took off trying to run upstairs and away from the invaders. Where was his brother when he needed him?
Matthew whimpered as he continued to wiggle and struggle under the hold, inwardly hating the fact that he was so weak as easily tied up and left on the deck as the crew went to try and aid the German boy.
"Come on Antonio, no time for that. We've got to hurry, remember?" Gilbert says, kicking in the giant window beside the door and stepping inside.
Romano, hearing the crash, whimpers a bit.
Ludwig, with the help of some of the others, manages to tie up the English. "Why are you here?" he demands.
England just spits on the blond German. "That's what I should be asking you. Everyone knows it's suicide to attack this port. I just figured may as well save some of the gold before the Empire got it." he says, his voice sounding cocky as he could, but inside beating himself up over and over at letting himself get caught. "Besides, since when did Germans join the ranks of pirates?"
The Spaniard rolled his eyes as he looked at the albino, "I saw someone run upstairs, you got after him, Francis gather all you can from the main rooms, I 'll see if anything good is hidden." Antonio was now taking the lead as he moved towards the kitchen, a few new good knives would be rather nice.
The Italian squeaked softly as he scrambled into his room, hiding underneath the bed with wide, nervous eyes as he HAD heard the Spanish man's orders. "Fratello... please keep safe."
Matthew lifted his head in confusion, what in the world was Arthur doing being picking a fight with a pirate that was in a position to kill them all?
Gilbert nods in agreement as he storms up the stairs. Quietly, he whispers "see if you can find someone" to Gilbird. The small yellow chick chirps as an answer and flies off. The Prussian, knowing that his precious bird would tell him if he found anyone, starts at the opposite end. First he opens the closet, and then checks the dresser for jewelry. Finding a few little things, he stuffs them into his pockets before turning and checking under the bed.
Gilbird meanwhile, had found someone under a bed and was looking at them curiously.
Romano blurts out a curse word as he hears someone in the kitchen, and then, terrified that they heard him, holds his breath.
Ludwig shrugs. "I'm not the one to ask. When my bruder get's back you can ask him that stuff. I'm just here because I promised vati I'd keep him safe." he says, waving the Englishman's words away and turning to the small Canadian. "So tell me. Why are you here?" he says, repeating his question, nudging the smaller man with the toe of his boot.
Arthur glares at the German, working at untying the ropes that bound him.
Feliciano whimpered softly as he looked at the bird, speaking with a small pleading tone as he had never seen such an oddly colored creature before, "Pl-Please, don't tell si?" Really he should feels stupid for talking to an animal, but he was desperate and he had heard in pirate stories that parrots were intelligent and used to carry messages or something to others.
The pirate raised as single eyebrow at the sound of the curse, smirking softly as he pocketed more than a few of the wonderful carving knives. Making sure they were secure he slowly opened the slightly shaking crate in the corner. Peering down at the teenager within, grinning wickedly as he realized that the Italian had rather locked himself in a hole with any exist being blocked by the body of Antonio, "Hola~! Now why are you hiding?"
Matthew whimpered under the nudge trying to scoot away from the leather boot as he refused to answer. Staring silently at the wood of the deck as he prayed that Alfred would come soon.
Gilbird, as way of reply, lets out a single, clear chirp. Gilbert, who was used to listening for the small chick, instantly follows it into the room. Curious as to where his beloved pet was, he starts searching the room.
Romano, barely holding back a scream, quickly stands up, headbutting the Spaniard as he tries to escape.
Ludwig decides to play 'evil pirate' to get the information since his brother would ridicule him to no end if he didn't. Bending down, he breathes right in the Canadians face, knowing that his breath smelled like his beloved beer and wurst. "Tell me now or thing are going to be that much worst for you." he intones.
Arthur continues to struggle against the bonds, unsuccessfully. Who would have guessed that Germans could tie good knots?
Feliciano's eyes widened at the sound of someone entering the room, biting into his bottom lip he silently prayed over and over again that the other would just leave. However when he heard the crash from downstairs his breath caught, was Romano alright?
Antonio let out a startled grunt as he fell to the ground because of the sudden air knocked out of him. But he was back on his feet before the Italian could even make it out of the kitchen. Easily he pushed him to the ground, forcing the boy to be laying on his stomach as the pirate said with a small frown, "That hurt, you know that?"
Matthew held in a whimpered as he could smell and feel the others breath on his neck and face, shuddering hard he stuttered out as he realized this might be a good way to keep the blond distracted from Arthur's attempts to escape, "I-I'm just helping my brothers."
Gilbert momentarily stops when he hears the crash, but then shrugs it off knowing his friends could take care of themselves. having already checked the closet, he figures the next most probably place would be under the bed. getting on his hands and knees, he peeks under, spotting his round yellow chick. "Gilbird! There you are!" he exclaims before noticing the Italian behind the bird. "Kesese, and there's the person who ran." he crows happily. "I suggest you come out before I force you to." he adds.
Romano struggles, trying to get out from under the pirate, and somehow winding up on his back. Suddenly noticing how close the Spaniard's face was, he turns bright red, but tries to play it out as anger. "Get off me you pirate bastard!" he yells as loud as he can, still struggling.
Ludwig starts to nod in understanding, but quickly stops. "Right. Lot of help you must be." he ridicules, standing back up straight and digging his boot into the small blond's side again.
Suddenly Arthur remembers Alfred. Where the heck was he anyways?
Feliciano whimpered softly, going out in front of the scary, albino pirate was the last thing he wanted to do... But then again pain wasn't pleasant either. Swallowing hard he slowly crawled out from under the bed, though when the red eyes were trained on him he started to babble wildly in Italian in hopes that the other would leave him alone. "Per favore, per favore, per favore! Don't hurt me, I bruise easily and am weak so I can't hurt you so, I'm no threat!"
Antonio raised an eyebrow at the fighting spirit the other possessed, though green eyes soon trailed from the Italian's thin legs and up to his bright red face. A smile soon came to the pirate's face as he seem to brush off the curse, "You're rather adorable with your face all red like that!~" Leaning down he let his breath tickle the others neck as he spoke while keeping Romano firmly pinned to the ground, "And not a bad body either, my nino."
Matthew yelped at the sudden pain that shot up his body as the heavy heel dug into his ribs and side. Eyes wide with fear and then shame as he knew the German spoke the truth, he was a horrible pirate and usually only cleaned around the ship than fought like Arthur and Alfred. "S-Stop!"
Alfred narrowed his eyes as they had since finished raiding the french ship but now he was waiting for the right moment to aid both his caption and family. Slowly drawing his gun as he knew they were running out of time.
Gilbert holds up a hand. "Quit with the babble or I might decide you're not worth keeping alive." he threatens, holding up his gun for emphasis, a smirk on his face and an evil glint in his eyes. Gilbird flies up to his shoulder to perch there, chirping once contentedly.
Romano's face got even redder at that, if possible, as he forgets to squirm.
Ludwig complies, trying to make it seem reluctant. turning to two of the crew, he orders, "watch these two and make sure they don't escape." and starts to walk away. Suddenly he realizes that the Canadian had used plural and whips back around. "where's the other one of you guys?" he demands, drawing his gun and pointing it at him. "I know he's here somewhere, so tell me where."
Arthur, seeing the gun pointed at his youngest brother, starts to freak a bit, and desperately pulls at the bindings, trying to get out. what he would do if he did, he wasn't sure, but he just needed to be free so he could help Matthew.
Feliciano shut his mouth quickly, looking nervous and confused as he noticed how cruel the pirate was towards him and then how nice he was to the bird... Perhaps he should try to run again, his cowardliness though made his feet stay planted to the ground.
Antoni chuckled softly as he gently nipped the Italian's ear lobe before drawing back with a smirk, easily flipping the other back onto his stomach as he tied the boy's arms and legs together. "I'm not sure who you are lad, but I'm taking you with me." The Spanish man's voice had become its usual happy and upbeat tone as he slung the angry teenager over his shoulder and moved out to the main room.
The french man's head snapped up as he heard the sound of a gun shot from the docks, calling up as he easily held the large bags of valuables he had found in the house, "Mon ami, we need to leave now!"
Matthew felt his heart catch in his throat at the sight of the gun pointed at him and the demands coming from the other. But only a second later a gun shot rung through the air and the German was sent staggering back.
"No one messes with my brothers!" came a wild shout as Alfred and several other crew members rushed down to the deck, swords and guns all wanting to hit the person threatening their crew mates and captain. Alfred leaning down to cut through the binds on Arthur as he spoke, "Sorry for the wait!"
Gilbert, hearing Francis, nods once, more to himself than to the small Italian. grabbing him and turning him around and quickly binding his hands, Gilbert tosses him over his shoulder and hurries down the stairs. "Let's hurry." he tells the other two.
Romano, thoroughly confused as to what had just happened and what was happening, just lays over the Spaniards shoulder without struggling, his brain fighting to process what was going on.
Ludwig lands on his back against the floor of the ship, the breath knocked out of him and a piercing pain in his arm. Hearing his crew members hollering for backup, and seeing some of them coming over from the French and Spanish ships, he lets himself drift away for a few seconds before struggling to get up.
"Took you long enough!" Arthur yells at Alfred. "I don't think Matthew can make it out on his own, so we'll have to carry him. That German bastard hurt his side pretty bad."
Feliciano squeaked as he was bound and hoisted onto the albino's shoulder, not really daring to struggle though as he remembered all the threats that the other had over him... That stopped when he saw his brother on the Spanish pirate's shoulder, shouting as the three men ran back towards the dock, jostling their 'cargo', "Fr-Fratello!"
Francis blinked as he looked at the two very similar looking Italian boys on the shoulders of his friends, raising an eyebrow with a suggestive smirk, "Oh, now who are these cuties?"
Antonio ignored his blond friend as he continued to run towards the ships, seeing the chaos erupting between the crews returning and some unknown pirates his eyes widened. Green eyes snapped towards an all too familiar short haired blond fighting with his men. Shouting in rage as he raced faster, momentarily forgetting about the kid he was holding, "Inglaterra! You little bastard!" The Spanish man was usually calm, but seeing Arthur on his ship made his blood reach the boiling point as the blond had sunk one of his ships in the past.
Alfred nodded quickly in understanding, trying to get back to his youngest brother but keep getting blocked by other pirates, "Dammit!"
Gilbert, seeing his little bruder struggling to stand up, is immediately infuriated. "Francis, take this Italian. I got to get these damn English off Old Fritz and away from Ludwig!" he growls, tossing the small boy onto his friends shoulder and sprinting to his ship.
Romano had looked up when he heard Feliciano, annoyed to no end that they had caught them both, and then suddenly surprised and scared all over again as the Spaniard starting running towards the ships, yelling and ignoring him, causing him to bounce up and down uncomfortably.
Ludwig, hearing Antonio, is relieved. That meant they would be back to take care of these damn English pirates, and then they could get out of there.
Arthur struggles to pick up the youngest of them, and then works on getting off that ship. He had heard the voice of a certain Spanish pirate whom he had sunk beloved ship before, and was sure that there would be hell to pay.
Francis frowned as he was tossed the kid, but made no protest as he leaped onto his own ship, dropping the terrified Italian out of the way and making sure he wouldn't be moving any time soon he drew his gun and leaped onto Old Fritz to help. The long haired blond HAD noticed the fact that there were scuff makes on his deck, meaning only one thing... that his ship's cargo was most likely gone!
Antonio narrowed his eyes as he easily forced himself to the door of hallway leading to the cabins, dropping Romano inside he shut and locked the door. Easily moving to be face to face with the British pirate, "I think you and I have score to settle eh?" Green eyes were looking murderous as stared down the shorter male.
Matthew looked at the Spanish pirate in terror, speaking desperately to Arthur, "You can't hold me and fight him at the same time!" Couldn't the blond see how hopeless this was?
Alfred yelped as he was knocked back by the albino captain.
Romano lands hard, and rolls over groaning. Why did this have to happen to him?
"Fine. But we're not leaving you here." Arthur agrees, setting down his brother. "I see you got another ship. Maybe I should sink it too, eh?" he calls to Antonio, drawing his weapons.
Gilbert grabs hold of the blond by his coat and shakes him. "What did you do to my bruder? What did you do? Cause so help me, I will do ten times worst to yours." he yells in his face, all the normal cockiness gone in his anger.
Matthew whimpered softly as he hoped the other would be able to keep his promise, but in all truth... it was three against two, not really good prospects.
Antonio growled as he drew his famous axe from his back, leaping forward with a carefully aimed swing, "Why don't I loop your head off your shoulders, you little coward!"
Alfred whined as his head was snapped forward and back with the shakes, not even being able to think clearly as the Prussian screamed in his ears. However he was not about to let himself be pushed around. The glasses wearing pirate managed to hook his foot around the back of the albino captain's, sending him crashing to the ground as Alfred reluctantly retreated back to their own ship.
Francis smirked as he moved towards his friend and Arthur, managing to actually block the other away from the tied up Canadian... who he almost stepped on because he didn't see him at first.
Gilbert stands up, looking around furiously before spotting who seemed to be the pirate he had been shaking sitting near Francis. Storming over there, he notices that there are a few little differences from this man and the one who had shot his bruder. Realizing that this must be that man's bruder, he gently shoves his friend away a bit and flips the Canadian around, tying him up before dragging him down into the living quarters, locking it up tight.
Ludwig, having managed to stand up, watches his bruders anger at the pirate who had shot him. he didn't realize his bruder cared that much.
Arthur after quickly ducking under the ax, realizes that Alfred had left and Matthew was nowhere to be seen, decides they must have escaped together already, and quickly plots his. "I'm afraid this time I won't be able to give you the favor you just tried to give me. So long." he says, quickly spinning around to jump off the ship.
Antonio narrowed his eyes as he leaped after the other, but he knew there was no way he could catch him now. He was pleasantly surprised however when he heard a gun shot ring from Francis and the annoying short haired blond crumple to the deck, "You were saying, Ingleterra?" Slowly he stalked towards Arthur, green eyes still gleaming with hate and anger.
"Arthur!" Alfred shouted from their ship, looking horrified as he wanted to go aid him. In fact he looked ready to swing back over to the trio at a moments notice. "Dammit, a hero is supposed to save people no abandon them."
Matthew yelped as his head was spinning with the effort of trying to figure out was going on. One moment he was on the desk and not anymore... obviously! His heart sinking at the sound of a gun shot. "Frères?" (brothers)
Arthur lets out a single, explicit word as he falls, the pain in his shoulder soon causing his vision to fade to black.
Gilbert soon finds Ludwig up top. "Antonio! Leave him alone for now! Ludwig got shot, and we need to help him! Now!" he yells at his friend, Gilbird flying around his head irritatedly.
"I'm fine bruder." Ludwig says, attempting to push the albino away, but failing.
Antonio growled softly but lowered his ax, moving up to check on Ludwig as Francis brought over the first aid kit, in all truth the two friends thought of the blond German as a little brother as much as Gilbert did.
Alfred looked down with a shake of his head, knowing he couldn't help anymore. Wiping at his eyes in despair as he steered the ship away from the trio.
Gilbert quickly opens the first aid kit, and starts to clean the wound surprisingly gently.
Ludwig winces in pain as the wound is touched.
Antonio sighed softly as he watched the Germans, asking finally after he knew that Ludwig was going to be okay, "What should we do with the damn Inglaterra?" They had left the blond laying on the deck where he fell, the rest of the crew members of all the ships not daring to touch him and inciting the rage of the Spaniard.
Francis raised a single eyebrow as he slowly walked over to the Englishman, rolling him over with the edge of his boot. Blue eyes taking in the features of the other pirate with an appreciative expression, he was pretty definitely but also dangerous, a lovely combination in the french man's eyes... Still his friends wanted him dead because of the trouble he had caused.
Gilbert shrugs, having calmed down now that Ludwig was ok. "I personally don't care. We could keep him prisoner I guess since we only got two Italians. That would make one more for each of our ships, ja?" he says.
Arthur groaned as he was rolled over, the pain in his shoulder making him black out again just when he had been coming to.
Ludwig looks at the trio curiously. "You took two Italians captive?" he asks to clarify what he was pretty sure he'd just heard.
Antonio nodded softly as he spoke with an oddly possessive tone coming to his voice, "They were from an expensive looking manor at the port. Very pretty, and the one I captured is rather feisty." Though he didn't state it bluntly, it was obvious just what he had in mind for his newest prisoner. Still the gleam in his green eyes turned back to anger as he looked at Arthur, "We should just let him bleed to death."
Francis frowned at this remark, turning to look at his friends, "Now, now I think we are making the wrong decision by letting him ruin the wood of the Old Fritz."
Gilbert's head suddenly whips around to the English pirate. "Either get him off here or move him! I'd rather not have a stain on Old Fritz you know!" he says. "If you want him to bleed to death, move him onto your ship." he adds to Antonio, eyes laughing.
Ludwig sighs. When they had started out Antonio had been a nice person, and now he was talking about doing stuff to a poor Italian and letting a man bleed to death.
The Spaniard huffed softly at this remark, starting to walk over to the unconscious man, but Francis stepped in front of him, "Wait a moment mon ami, I understand you want him to pay for what he did to your ship and Gilbert wants him dead because of the trouble the captain's brother caused Ludwig... But killing him while he weak and unconscious, make it quick? Seems rather unsatisfying."
"Personally, I don't give a shit what you do with him." Gilbert adds in.
Francis grinned as his usual tell tale laugh/giggle escaped his lips, "Well I'm feeling a little bit jealous at the moment with the fact that both of you have captured someone to keep you entertained... Gilbert you even have two of them." Blue eyes flickered towards the body of the British pirate as he explained, "And really wouldn't it be fun to see such a famous captain reduced to such a... position, hon hon hon!~"
Antonio blinked before smirking softly in agreement, "Sounds interesting... but if he sets one foot on my ship, he'll lose it. Comprende?"
Gilbert nods in agreement. "You have a point. Take him if you can stand him!" he laughs.
Francis chuckled happily in agreement, leaning down he easily lifted the blond off of the ground and leaped over to his own ship. With a lazy wave he pointed Antonio towards where he had left the still bound Italian on the deck. All three ships starting to retreat from the port as the navy would soon be returning to see the damage they brought.
Ludwig, upon noticing the small Italian, realizes just how scared he must be. "Bruder, let me take the Italian please." he says, his face burning bright red.
"Kesese, here that Antonio? My little bruder is growing up!" Gilbert laughs, "Sure West, go ahead. There's that pirate I captured still after all."
Feliciano squeaked as he was easily hoisted over the Spaniard's shoulder, but he was too afraid to protest as Antonio leaped back onto the Old Fritz and presented to the new blond like a present. The pirate captain speaking in that odd happy tone, "Have fun si? ...Perhaps you can train him to be a little bed nurse until that shoulder heals up."
Francis chuckled happily to himself as he bid both of his friends good luck. Stepping into the interior of the ship he welcomed the sight of torches lighting his way in the oddly furnished and polished hallways... But then again what did you suspect of a French crew?
Ludwig makes a noncommittal sound, and takes the Italian, his face as red as it goes.
Gilbert laughs even harder at Ludwig's red face, and then remembers the blond down in the living quarters. If he didn't get him out of there soon, who knows what the crew might do? Unlocking and opening the door, he quickly picks up the small blond, bringing him back upstairs.
Feliciano's head continually snapped back and forth in fear as he was slowly lead down the corridors of the pirate's ship. Finally they entered a more up kept and brighter hallway that only held a few doors. I seemed the odd albino captain's door was on one side of the hallway... while this blond German's was on the other. A doorway he was currently being pushed through.
Matthew had been keeping his head down the entire time he had been dropped into the bowels of the ship. Having had to endure the mocking cat calls and promises of torture from the lower ranking crew members; being picked up by the albino captain was almost a blessing... almost being the key word as he shivered nervously in the hold of the taller man as he moved to wherever he pleased.
Francis sighed softly as he decided to set to work of patching up his new 'guest'. Setting the blond on the floor of his large, luxurious room he started the process of slowly removing the bullet still imbedded into the Brit's flesh.
Antonio gave a relieved sigh as he finally stepped onto his own ship, smiling happily to his crew as he moved towards the door of the ship. Wondering if the Italian would still be waiting in the same place as he left him. The door was unlocked by other members of his crew because they had chores to do below deck... but none would have dared touch their captain's prisoner. While the Spanish man was usually calm, happy, and completely carefree... he could also be possessive and strict when he wanted to be or when angered.
Once Ludwig got the small Italian in his room, he turns and locks the door. "Ok, first of all, I'm sorry my bruder kidnapped you. Second, quit being so scared! I'm not going to do anything to you. Third, what's your name? I'm Ludwig." he barks, sounding more commanding than comforting.
Gilbert quickly carries the Canadian to his room. Setting him on the bed, he looks at him thoughtfully. Carefully brushing some hair out of his face, he quietly mutters "you don't actually look anything like that bastard that shot Ludwig. What's your name?"
Arthur moans as the french pirate touches his wound.
Romano had stayed exactly where he had been left, hiding his head in his hands but glaring at anyone who came too close to him. When he saw the pirate enter, he wasn't sure how to react. Normally he would have headbutted him, but he was still tied up, so he couldn't really do much... Yet.