Umm I was watching the Disney movie 'Pirates' when I thought of this. Yep.

I don't own Hetalia.

The tanned skin teenager stared out at the land in front of her. Or, more specifically the ship docked on the piece of land in front of her. Pulling out her spy glass, she pushed back dark brown strands of her hair away from her face, and squinted into it.

The man standing next to her at the helm of the ship looked down at the rest of the crew. Sniffing he turned around and looked at his captain, an Aztec girl whose past had hardened her and made her who she was today, a feared and respected pirate of the Caribbean, and the seven seas for that matter. He twitched a little when she snapped her spy glass out from her pocket and stared through it, aiming it towards the ship on the horizon.

Clearing his throat he took control of the wheel when she put her spy glass down and moved away from it. Leaning on the ships wooden frame she closed her eyes. Sighing the man, Eztli, looked at her. He knew better then to interrupt her times of concentration. In fact he knew her better then anyone else. He was after all her best friend and only living relation know to either of them, being her older cousin however, brotherly senses often kicked in. And he was more worried about her well being right now then being scolded for interrupting her thoughts.

"So what is wrong cousin?" he asked in his low husky voice. He glared down at a man who had stopped to eavesdrop on their conversation. He spit at the man who yelped in surprise and scurried off, to avoid the captain's wrath.

Opening her jade eyes, she contemplated on being annoyed or glad for someone to yell at. Deciding on neither she chose to tell him her actual thoughts. He was special enough to do so, "Nothing is wrong. Everything is wrong." She said smiling.

Remaining calm, he paused to look down at her, "Meaning?"

"That ship over there, Eztli, the one docked on the land which we were born, is a Spanish ship." Breathing in Eztli looked back at the ship, growing steadily closer.

"Are you sure?"

"My eyes have yet to lie to me."

"Let's hope this is the occasion." He replied curtly. On the outside Eztli was calm and had stopped the ship in order to give his and the captains conversation his full attention. But on the inside, he was churning with rage and fear. The Spanish were not heroes in his eyes. What the rest of the world called founders he and his people, called monsters.

The anger he felt was because of his mother's death, at a conquistador's hand. The fear was because of his and his cousins past and now future. He had known his mother since he was six, his little cousin however, was born the day they came and killed off every one in their village. They had managed to survive on their own for a while, but eventually turned towards the life of piracy. His cousin was not someone to mess around with and when her family was mentioned the less rational side of her often surfaced. And a Spanish ship was the exact thing to jog the memory of the death of their family.

Finally feeling the ship stop, he turned around to his cousin and leaned on the wooden railing next to her. Facing the ocean he cleared his throat again, and looked at her. Facing the opposite side of the ship she looked at him. Anger and hurt evident in her eyes for a second, before they hardened into shards of ice.

"So…?" he asked.

"So what?"

"What do we do?"

"Well we need to fix the ship up; our last run in with that French bastard banged the ship up really bad. The men need a rest; we need more food, fresh water and some herbs for medicine. And I need to see our place one more time before 'it' starts." She said, the last part stopping in a whisper.

Eztli nodded, "I know, the rest of them at Tortuga were considering sacking this place of the coast first."

Smirking she stared at the waters, the sun casting a golden glare on the waves. "They're idiots; there is nothing here, but a few small ports. Pathetic really compared to the bigger ones, in Jamaica. The pirates at Tortuga are too drunk to call together a party, much less an organized raid."

"Yea, that bastard English man, talking about how many women he screwed, around the world." He said laughing. Glancing over at her he saw her smile and her eyes returning to their normal confident liquid jade.

"And you asked him how many he had and he said what—twenty? And then you laughed in his face and told him, that's how many you got on your first week with your uncle fishing." She finished laughing with him. They both lapsed into silence, calling up the memories of last night, at the pirate port.

"Do you think that's why they're here?" he asked quietly. Her eyes went back to ice, and she glared at the ship on the coast.

"I don't know, they already colonized this place, they could probably be trying to set up a port or town." Eztli remained quiet. "But we need the supplies, we need the water, we're completely out."

"So do we go to land?" he asked.

"Do we have a choice? The pirates at Tortuga were serious about sacking towns and gaining control, they don't want the navy to have any control over anything in their waters. So do you think we have a choice?

"…"

"Exactly." She said. Eztli sighed and looked at the ship, "Why can't they leave us alone?"

"I wish I knew."

"Izel." Eztli said as she began to walk down. Stopping abruptly, her body went rigid when he said her name.

"What?" she snapped.

"When we go ashore, don't do anything dangerous." He forewarned. She turned around and looked him in the eye.

"Who said I was going to do anything dangerous?"

"I don't know but just don't"

"Fine." She said shrugging her shoulders. I'll just do something rash.

**4 HOURS LATER**

Izel had watched her cousin command her ship. She saw her aunt in his face, the soft but sharp Aztec eyes. But she also saw his father in him, the conquistador's air of cockiness and confidence. She saw the way his jaw tightened when a crew mate had done something not quite good enough for his liking.

She had watched as each person of the crew including her, put on an eye patch to ready at least one eye for the dark of the night. And from the helm of the ship she had steered her ship away from the conquistador vessel's sight and docked twenty miles up the coast from them.

She didn't really know if it was a conquistador ship, but a Spaniard was a Spaniard, and in her eyes the only good one was a dead one, except her cousin. But then again he was only half.

As night fell the crew gathered in the light of a few lanterns. Jamaicans, Aztecs, Asians, Whites all of them were equal under her eye. All of them under the age of nineteen, except Datu, a wizened Filipino pirate whom Izel had saved from an English privateer. He had lost his arm and an ear in his adventures but could never rip himself away from the sea. So he came along with Izel and proceeded to give advice and help in difficult situations.

Breathing in she felt the beginning of an adrenaline rush flowing through her, as she looked out at her crew.

"Well," she began locking eyes with Eztli, "You know the drill back by morning, find the supplies, Adam, Bae you go find the medicine herbs. Eztli, come with me. Anyone from that Spanish ship down the coast sees you; well…dead cats don't mew." She said, repeating what she had heard one time from a pirate who had killed all of his crew after he murdered his wife, "Datu, watch the ship." The crew had already split up and, was running into different directions. They knew better then to run away, they had a better chance of surviving with a crew they all knew and actually trusted, then to be on their own in a sometimes alien, land.

"Izel." Said a voice quietly. Turning to Datu she smiled. She loved the old man, he was like a grandfather.

"Yes?"

"Be careful." He said quietly and turned around to Eztli to tell him to watch out for her. Frowning Izel turned around to ponder his short remark. He never told her to be careful; he always made a joke and would walk back on the ship. Izel couldn't help but feel that maybe this time on her homeland would be different. Maybe the Spaniards here was not a good sign, and a bad omen. A warning to never come back.

Maybe you should just go and find another place? Said the little paranoid part of her.

Are you running away? Said the pirate part of her, nothing scares The Izel. You are feared among pirates and the navy of all countries! This is one ship, grow a backbone.

Clearing her throat she stepped up to the lantern the ship held and blew the flame away. Covering the rest of the world in black. Pulling off the eye patch, she blinked, letting her right eye adjust a little, while her left eye guided her to the direction of the forests of her homeland.

Getting closer to the forests she couldn't keep it in any longer she started to sprint, she was running at full speed into the trees. The trees that grew on the land she was born. This was her home. She could hear Eztli behind her and she ran on a couple of minutes longer before she stopped. The joy of being home finally calmed enough to allow her mind to think rationally.

Breathing hard Eztli cursed softly, "Why would you run off like that?" The only reply he got was heavy breathing, and then laughter.

"Home." She said simply, walking south towards her village.

"I know." Eztli whispered the emotional side getting the better of him, "It's amazing to think we haven't been here since we were what? Ten?"

"I, only four, you were six." She reprimanded him. Walking down a pathway her people had worn down for thousands of years.

"Do you still remember how to…" Eztli trailed off, thinking better of asking her the personal question.

"How to speak our language? Yes, but I also remember how to speak Spanish." She replied, "Do you remember when my dad came?" she asked, even though she had heard the story a thousand times.

"I was only two."

"Yes, I know." She said wistfully breaking into a fast jog, in order to get to their village faster.

"Well, I know I was playing with the other boys when some Aztec warriors came in from the forests, there was one fight, and it was between the chief and your dad, the prince to the Aztec empire." Izel knew that, she had a pair of Jade earrings that belonged to her father, obviously made for the rich. "And well obviously your father won, or you wouldn't be here. So he and his buddies just kind of claimed the village as part of the empire, even though the Spaniards had already colonized us. Then your dad saw your mom, and well look at the end product." He said gesturing towards her. Laughing Izel picked up the pace and the two cousins didn't talk until they saw a huge shape in the distance.

Slowing down, she walked cautiously to the edge of the forest. Stepping closer she saw the familiar shape of a mast.

"It's a ship." She whispered.

"The Spanish one?" Eztli asked incredulously.

"Yes…" Izel trailed off in shock, "Wasn't it farther down the coast? It's a little too close to the village."

"Yeah, it was farther down; do you think they saw us?" he asked fear creeping up into his voice.

"No, and even if they didn't see us we should make our visit quick." She said, taking control of the situation. She turned around and walked purposefully towards a clearing. Eztli followed her, looking back at the ship and wondering if they should turn back.

Izel stopped, Eztli bumped into her and swore as loud as he could, which was barely above a whisper. But Izel didn't hear him, she could fell someone watching her, and she didn't like it. She stepped into the clearing as if to escape the unknown eyes.

She looked over her shoulder to see of Eztli was still behind her. She could see him bending down as if he was tying his boots up, turning back around she stiffened and her hands immediately went for her gun.

Standing in front of her, was a tall man, with luminous green eyes. Even in the dark she could see his smile grow as she reached for her weapon. And it only grew bigger when he grabbed her wrists.

"Bastard! Let go!" She screamed trying to alert Eztli.

"No, no, Bonita that won't work, he's not even awake." He said smiling evilly. She twisted her head to look at her cousin and instead of him tying his shoes; he was actually slumped on the ground face up with blood trickling out of his mouth.

"What did you do!" she shrieked, anger consuming her. She threw herself at him and he lost his balance. She toppled on top of him and punched his face.

The young man named Antonio was a little shocked at her reaction; normally girls threw themselves at him so he could screw them. They didn't tackle him and punch like a man. He tolerated her punches for a little while longer then turned over so that he was on top.

Grabbing her wrists again he lit his pipe to get a good look at her. He gasped in surprise. She was beautiful; her skin was even golden brown, dark brown strands framed her face giving her an angular jaw. The rest of her hair was in a braid now lying on his thigh. Her eyes were bright and beautiful, but with the anger in them he couldn't help but fell lustful.

"Who are you?" he asked pleasantly as if he wasn't sitting on top of a gorgeous stranger whose accent he couldn't place, out in the middle of no where in an abandoned village his country had claimed years ago.

She spat in his face and wriggled around trying to break free. He gasped when he felt her ribcage nudge his crotch. She stopped surprised and then realization dawned on her.

"Sick bastard." She spat.

"Me?" he asked innocently, body still tingling.

"Yes you asshole." She snarled keeping still so as not to provoke anything…unnecessary.

"Why would I be a sick bastard? I haven't done anything to you…yet." He smiled. Taking in the sight beneath him, she was…exotic. All of the women he slept with were beautiful but this one was different. She was…feisty? No, his mind struggled for the right word.

An object of your lust said the sarcastic side of him. Izel watched his face, as he battled with himself, on what, she didn't know. But she did know that she needed to get away from this Spaniard. She needed to get to her cousin and get on the ship and never come back.

Her need for escape greatened when he began to trace his hands over her neck and face.

Her mind began to form a plan. She could subtly nudge him there again and, maybe he would get off of her to try and continue it then she could knee him, shoot him and leave.

"You wouldn't shoot an innocent man would you?' he asked as if reading her thoughts, he knew she was trying to figure out how to escape and right now killing him was her best option. "You couldn't go to bed at night with an innocent man's death on you hands?"

"Actually yes." She replied calmly then bit his hand hard, she could taste the metallic taste of the red liquid fill her mouth. Antonio screamed in pain and pleasure, when she bit him…it was different then when other women did it.

And it was just your hand, said the lustful part of him, Imagine what you would fell if she bit you somewhere else. All thoughts of that vanished when he felt her punch his crotch, he gasped in pain and yelled a couple octaves higher.

Feeling his body off of hers, she crawled towards her cousin's side. His eyes were closed, but he was still breathing.

"Come one Eztli! Wake up, please!" she begged. She poked him and pled, but he didn't wake up. Finally she poured water from her canteen and he regained conscious.

"I-i-zel…" he murmured.

"Yes I'm here." She replied cradling his head, "Hermano we have to go." She pleaded, pulling him to his feet. He couldn't stand on his right foot.

"Fuck." She swore, the Spaniard was still on the ground rolling in pain but he would be able to get up soon, and by that time they needed to be gone.

"Come on Eztli, let's go." She said supporting him and helping him hobble out of the clearing. They weren't making much progress.

"Izel…" he choked out. Eyes going wide, "Izel where are you!" he cried frantically.

"I'm here, Eztli." She replied the captain in her remaining calm, "Eztli we need to go, a Spaniard saw us, we need to reach the ship."

"A what?" he yelled in fear, looking around.

"Back there, but he will catch up, can you run?" she asked.

"A little, go! Leave me I'll slow you down.' He said, determined.

"Don't be a macho idiot." She snapped. They couldn't help but smile, if he stayed behind then she did. Eztli leaned a little on his bad foot and started to half skip half sprint towards their ship.

Izel looked up at the sky, it was dawn, had time passed so quickly? She wondered if Datu would be smart enough to sail towards the conquistador ship. Suddenly that one fleeting thought turned into a ray of hope.

"Eztli, turn towards the shore, maybe Datu will see us."

"Are you crazy! They're still miles up the coast!"

"Just do it!" she snapped panic seeping in. Eztli didn't argue, she was after all, the captain.

The two cousins burst out of the forests and were met with good news and bad news. Their ship was docked a few feet away, some of the crew mates holding up lanterns and calling out for their captain, (Datu was that smart). The bad news, Antonio was mere yards away from them, and still advancing.

"Over here!" Izel screamed, "OVER HERE!" They began running to the ship, but she turned around and saw Antonio sprinting full speed, they would never make it. All three were sloshing through the morning tides when Izel's crew threw down a rope. She had one moment to decide, pushing Eztli forwards toward the rope she turned around and for the second time, tackled Antonio.

The Spaniard wasn't expecting to have the girl push her male companion towards the escaping ship, and he most definitely didn't expect to have her push him down in the waves.

"Izel!" Eztli cried, he was already being pulled up, and by the time he thought to jump off, some of the crew had a tight hold on him.

"Go!" She shrieked, "He probably called others! Go!" she cried hysterically. She pushed the ship as if to speed up its escape, lucky for them the tide was pulling out stronger then it was coming in.

Izel turned around to see the Spaniard facing her, she threw herself at him again, but he was ready, he caught her and braced himself against the waves. The ship was already in the shallows, as he dragged her back to the shore. Or at least he tried.

She stomped on his foot bit him and elbowed, she even managed to break free but he had latched onto her, and when he reached the beach, he chained her hands together. Izel considered kicking him, but she would use that as a last resort.

Breathing hard the Spaniard looked down at her, but her gaze was on her ship, already in the deep ocean.

"Izel!" she could hear someone scream, "Izel! Izel! I'm going to find you!"

"Eztli." She whimpered. Looking up at the Spaniard she was surprised to find him staring at her.

"Well what now?" she snapped, "Rape? Beatings? Cook? Prostitute to you and your crew?" she growled.

The man instinctively stepped back at the ferocity of her voice, "Uh, no. And even if you were a prostitute I wouldn't share you." He said smiling, that line had gotten him a lot of good women.

Her jade eyes stared up at him in disgust, "Lovely, I'm stuck here with a pervert."

"So, you are Izel?" he asked, rolling the word around in his mouth, he loved the way it sounded. She shivered in pleasure and fear when he said her name, but then she growled in anger when she realized what she did.

He looked down surprised that such a feral sound came out of something so exotically beautiful.

"Well Izel, you are going to come with me." He smiled, "To me and my Spaniard crew."

He saw her stiffen at the mention of 'Spaniard'. He had only seen that reaction on one race of people. Kneeling down in front of her he leaned forward to meet her gaze. She leaned back, when his face came closer to her.

"Are you Aztec?" he whispered his vivid green eyes boring into hers. She was entranced by the green of his eyes, she could swear that she saw him grin when she opened her mouth but no sound came out.

"Izel, Izel, Izel," he murmured, as he pushed back a strand of hair and caressed her face, tracing her lips with his fingers. Then he chained her legs and picked her up bridal style walking in the general direction of his ship. She closed her eyes and listened to the sound of his smooth Spanish tilted voice whisper her name over and over.

Well….gah I don't know I had to write this. I will continue this if I get reviews.

~P.W.