A/N This our first fanfic, we hope you enjoy it. All characters belong to Hidekazu Himaruya.

Far beyond the horizon, the sea was softly swaying, as if waving to the pastel sunset. Calm. This late evening was perfectly tranquil from the sea's coral to the-

''I AM THE HERO!''

''Shut up,-a- you hamburger bastard!''

''Pastaaaaaaaaaa!''

Amidst this new found chaos was Captain Kirkland. He was hidden away in his quarters, fed up.

''Damn those Wankers!'' He sighed, pulling out a book and a quill, he vigorously began to write:

'Dear diary,

They're all bloody gits! I take a break for one day and China gets us lost; America nearly set the cannons off- where the hell was Germany? On the brightside, the Italian idiots didn't set my boat on fire. But France, that FROG FACE,

He is so…'

He was just finished writing when -BANG-BANG-BANG!

''Iggz lemme in!''

''What do you want America?'' the captain sighed.

''Gimme the rum you big douche!''

In the cabin, the captain eyed the rum protectively.

Along came another bang and the door came flying off it's hinges.

''Sod off, I'm the captain, so I get pick of the treasure'' He waved America off.

''Not today!'' America yelled as he grabbed the diary and ran off.

The Brit was quickly on his heels when he realised what the American had taken.

Three hours before

''It will be totally fine dude,''

''But I don't rant to upset the captain,''

''Just grab the goods and go, it's totally cool.''

''...''

Japan and America were crouched outside Kirkland's door, closely observing the mad Brit.

''I, the hero, will distract him, while you, my lowly sidekick, grab the gold!''

Japan was not impressed. He stared blankly before nodding in agreement.

This takes us to Alfred running around the ship, Arthur not far behind him. Then-PLOP- the diary was in the water.

''No, you wanker! He's drowning!'' Artie cried.

''Chill dude,'' America said ''It's all good.''

Then the yank grabbed Britain's leg, pulling him into the deep blue.

America came up laughing hysterically, followed by a choking Brit. ''You wanker!'' he spluttered ''Why on earth would you do that?!''

Still ranting to the yank, Britain failed to notice a rather intimidating dapple fin appear on the water's surface.

''Sh-shark!'' stuttered the slightly tipsy Englishman as he started to panic.

America, however, continued to laugh and waved at the creature. ''Chill Iggz, it's just Whale-Dude''

England was not amused. ''Keep your pets away from my ship!''

"But Dude! He's my buddy,"

''Bloody git!, get me on my ship!''

America leant back, ''Relax will you?, I'm sure Francy Pants will save us''

This caught the Brit off guard and he started to struggle. ''NO! Not Francy Pants anyone but Frog Face!''

An amused Alfred taunted the panicked Englishman, ''That's not what your diary said.''

"I'm the bloody United Kingdom, you don't know me!"

The commotion had created quite an audience on the ship. All of the crew that weren't drinking the captain's prized rum had come to to watch the scene.

''Germany!, Germany!, Maybe you should help. If I help he might give me scones!''

''Fine. Kapitän? Vould you like some help?''

''Ah Germany, old chap, thankyou,''

''No way dude!'' And with that the American climbed up on deck, dragging the Englishman up with him.

After scrambling aboard, the smell of rum intoxicated the Brit's nostrils. Not just any rum, his rum.

With that, he reached for his pistol and quickly got to his feet. ''Right, which one of you sorry lot has stolen my rum?!'' He turned on his heel, glaring daggers at each and every one of them – especially the Italian who was waving a white flag.

''Woah dude. Calm down!'' America said, while trying to pry the gun from Kirkland's hand.

'' It wasn't me, I swear, it was-a- big -a- brother France! Germany, Germany! Help me, he's -a- going to make me eat his food!'' Italy cried as Prussia sniggered in the background.

''Ohohohohoh moi? Non, it was our little friend Japan here.'' replied France, gesturing towards Japan.

''Please captain, it rasn't me it was America-kun's idea.''

Britain span around and cast an evil glare towards America.

''Dude you need to chill.'' America said as he placed a heavy hand on the captain's shoulder.

He held the gaze for a few more seconds before knocking Prussia out with a rum bottle and returning to his quarters.

''Okay dudes, who's ready to get WASTED?!'' Yelled a hyped Alfred.

''I made pasta!''