Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia
It was late in the evening on a beautiful summer day in colonial America and the young personification was being tucked in by his guardian.
"Mister Engwand? Are you sure you have to leave?"
The elder nation looked down at his young charge tenderly. "I've already told you Alfred, I don't want to, but they need me for some important business in London."
"But who will tell me all of those boring stories that put me to sleep?"
England's enormous eyebrow twitched. "Those 'boring' stories are history! And not all history is boring."
"The parts you tell me are."
Taking a deep breath to calm his frustrations, England sensed the little mochi watching him. He really didn't want to leave America, but in his absence, his French froggy neighbor had decided to cause trouble. 'Bloody France,' he thought irritably. 'First he tries to take over America, now he's causing problems in Europe!'
"Will you at least tell me one more bedtime story before you leave Mister Engwand? Please? Preferably not a boring one?" young Alfred pleaded, ocean-blue eyes shining.
The ocean…. the sound of rigging flapping in the wind, the smell of the sea spray…. the color of her eyes…
"Mister Engwand? Are you okay?"
A small hand on his forearm snapped Arthur out of his trance. "What? Oh, yes, I'm fine Alfred. I just remembered a story from history that I highly doubt you'll find boring."
"Really, really? Please tell it, please!" Alfred cried while bouncing about on his bed.
"Yes! I will. But you have to settle down first, or I won't start!" To which Alfred immediately stilled and crawled back under his covers. "Alright then," began Arthur, smoothing the sheets on the edge of the bed, "This is the story of pirate Captain Kirkland, terror of the high seas, and Stella Lunare, the pirate of pirates."