Hi, This is the edited version of the first chapter. There were so many mistakes I found! I know that it's still in progress but I had to fix some plotline errors.
Note: I don't own Hetalia, It would fail if I did.
However... this plot is mine and if I see anyone take it... they will face severe consequences. Russia severe.
Anyways enjoy the story!
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Chapter 1
The light blinded me as I was dragged up onto the deck. Soon I realized the only light was the moon and the stars. Even though it was night, under the deck was that much darker.
"The lad said his name was Kiku, Captain."
I blinked and the world came into focus. Standing before me was a well dressed blonde man. His hair was messy, but in the way that couldn't be fixed. It matched his appearance anyways. He had large dark eyebrows and piercing green eyes. His gaze held mine for a few seconds before I lowered my head in shame. He was the captain and I was found on his ship. I hoped I had made my aura one of humility and fear. I felt his gaze leave me as he looked to the crew which had surrounded him.
"Back to work! I'll deal with the stowaway!" I lifted my face to show a fearful expression. But the man's aura was smiling at me, even if his face wasn't. So my worry weight lifted some more off my chest and I breathed easier.
"Do you know where you are or who I am, boy?" His accent was British, I noticed. Another strange Westerner.
"No, sir. Only that I am on a boat." I replied. He nearly laughed, did I say something wrong?
"Well seeing as we're out in the ocean, I doubt there's much harm to be done. Welcome aboard, Kiku is it?"
"Hai. Kiku Honda, sir." I cautioned, barely remembering that westerners put their name backwards.
The man smiled slightly, apparently that was correct. I felt safer in my situation.
"I am Captain Kirkland, the owner of this ship." I saw a strange glint in his emerald eyes, pride?
"So what were you doing, stowing away on the Demon's Wing?" (A/N: I don't really know if England's ship's name was mentioned at all so I made one up. Back to the story.)
The Demon Wing? Wasn't that-? Oh no. I hid myself on a pirate ship!
He bent down to my level, which honestly wasn't as far as it could have been, to make himself seem a bit more intimidating.
"Did you want to be a pirate?"
"N-no, sir, I was trying-"
"Iggy! IggyIggyIggyIggy!" shouted a voice. A boy who seemed a little bit younger than me ran out on deck. He began pulling on the captain's sleeve. This one had blond hair, also messy, with a stray strand sticking out from the top. Instead of green eyes his were blue, just like one certain stream that put me on this pirate ship in the first place.
"Iggy Iggy!" he said, volume of voice not lowering in the slightest, "I heard tha-" He looked at me, then pointed, "Is that him?"
Captain Kirkland showed an exaggerated amount of patience with the hyperactive child.
"Yes Alfred, his name is Kiku. Kiku this is Alfred… You two are going to share a bunk."
"Aw… But I-"
"No, I'm hoping that a little maturity will rub off on you if you stay together. Also someone needs to show him the ropes. Now go get a hammock. "
He sighed, "Fine."
While all this was going on I simply stood, feeling out of place. The Captain turned back to me, looking like he was trying not to laugh.
"Kiku, that was Alfred, he came onboard while his ship was coming from America, unfortunately he became attached to all of us here before we could let him off and didn't want to leave. Ha, after a while we all became attached to him too. The boy brings life to our ship. But maybe by being his bunkmate he'll learn something from you. Like patience maybe." He laughed as if at a private joke.
"Hai, sir, arigato."
"Hmm?"
"Thank you."
"What?"
I became embarrassed. "For not killing me. Sir."
"Try to use Captain Kiku, not sir."
"Hai, Captain." I nodded quickly.
"Go down below, Alfred should have your bed ready. Then make sure the both of you get some sleep."
I nodded, reminding myself not to bow; the foreigners always looked at me strangely if I did, then went into the dark hole Alfred disappeared into.
"Alfred-san?" I looked around, seeing nothing. Something landed on my back.
"AHHHH!" The thing wrapped arms around my shoulders and dug knees into my sides.
"Kiku, dude it's me, Alfred."
My eyes adjusted to the dark of below deck and I saw several hammocks hanging from the ceiling and from each other.
"This is where the crew stays… Iggy, er- I mean Captain Kirkland, has a room over there in the back. Then there's mine." He pointed in between the rows of nets at a door.
"So you're staying in my room with me, let's go." That's when I realized Alfred was still clinging to me. (A/N: Silly Kiku, always looking at the wrong thing first)
"Umm Alfred-san, please get off."
"Prease? You talk funny Kiku." Instead of gripping my hips with his knees, I felt Alfred's legs wrap around me. I whined slightly.
"Please, let go."
"Aw. I don' wanna." I was getting more and more uncomfortable by the second.
"No!" I somehow got his legs off me, grabbed his sides and flipped him over me, so fast I scared myself. I wasn't thinking past then and ran to the back of the room, sitting against the wall, forehead on my knees, trying to calm down. (A/N: Aww Why you ashamed Kiku, that was epic! If only someone else saw you do that…)
"Ohon hon hon hon." Came a voice. I looked up face heated from embarrassment. (A/N: Never mind! Bad idea!)
"That was quite a show just now Kiku." Said a blonde man, coming out of the shadows. He had wavy hair down to his shoulders and sharp blue eyes that seemed to stare not into but at you and analyzing every point on your body, what touch would bring what reaction. He seemed the captain's polar opposite. Mr. Kirkland was warm and welcoming and this blonde slightly scared me.
"What do you mean? How do you know my name?"
"News travels fast on this ship. That you should learn well. I also heard what you just did to Alfred."
"What?"
"I was only across the room." French accent.
He stepped toward me. I was scared, honestly. Once again I was contrasting this man to the captain. Their eyes.
"Francis! What are you doing to Kiku!"
Captain Kirkland's eyes were green, Francis' were blue. Two colors that clash and mix at the same time. I knew that a person's eyes were a glance into their soul.
"Hey! Kiku!"
I blinked. "Huh?"
"Are you okay? You went kind of spacey there."
"Gomenasai." I bowed without thinking.
"H-Hey, you don't need to do that." He reached to touch me but I moved away the hand.
"I'm sorry, I hurt you didn't I?"
"I'm fine. But we have to go to bed now right?" He yawned a little. My head was down but I thought I heard a slight laugh from Francis.
"Oh come on Francis! I don't think that way!"
"You just did though Ohon hon."
"Stow it Francis. I don't want to hear of you corrupting the children." We all turned to see the Captain coming towards us.
Now that the two were in the same place, I could compare them more freely.
"Captain Arthur Kirkland. Why are the children up this late? They should be in bed, non?"
Francis' eyes were blazing as he looked at the Captain whose first name I now knew to be Arthur.
"I told them to go, but I know what you have in mind and I won't take any part in it!" (A/N: oops foiled again Frenchie!)
Francis' whispered something into the captain's ear. I watched as his green eyes widened and as his expression was quickly replaced by a look of anger.
"NO. Kiku, Alfred go to bed. Frog you have a perfectly good bed, I expect you to use it."
"Aww. Mon Angleterre…" (A/N: really France? Really? Anglais would probably have been better for the story line but, I couldn't help it…)
"No Francis!"
I was caught staring at them and Alfred tugged my sleeve.
"Come on, they're going to be a while."
He took me with him into his room and shut the door. Almost instantly the noise died away.
"Hey Kiku, you're sleeping here." I turned from the door and saw Alfred pointing at a hammock hanging low next to a bed.
"You know, having a bed on a ship is so over-rated. You keep rocking with the waves, and it's so annoying." He seemed to have calmed down since jumping on me.
"Hmmm." I agreed I usually don't speak much but found myself talking more today than ever.
"Alfred-san, who is that person? The captain seems to pay more attention to him than the others."
"Oh Francis? He's first mate. Iggy seems not to like him very much; he claims he was forced into taking him as his mate in the first place. Really though I think he doesn't hate him as much as it looks like. They actually seem like friends sometimes."
I climbed into the netting and let my body relax into it. I sighed, this was so much better than the hard wood floor.
"Kiku?"
"Hai?"
"Good night."
"Good night Alfred."
With my apparent friend now sleeping, I was allowed back into the sea-scape of my thoughts and memories. So much had happened in the past hours, how did I get here anyways?
Oh yes, that's right…
Hooray! You survived! Anyone who can accurately guess who some of the un-named charcters are gets hugs from a character of your choice, within this story that is... So life.
Review, I accept constructive critisism, and good jobs. NO annoying me because you can!