A/N: This is a Pirate!England story I wrote using my OC: Laura GreenHeart (aka: nation of Ireland). If you want a little bit of background for her, she has summer red hair (long almost to waist) medium height, and has light blue eyes (a little darker than sky color).

In this story, she is England's cousin…how she ends up his cousin…you'll just have to read for yourself. And since Laura is my OC, she belongs to me. Only her and the story I own, I don't on hetalia or its characters.

Just to warn ya, that there might be some smexy and lemon in future chapters, so read at your own risk.


Pirate Cousin-Chapter 1: The Start of it all

The Pirate in the red coat watched the girl as she fiddled with a piece of rope that she had found on deck. He knew that she wouldn't even be here, if it wasn't for him finding her with his pirate crew as they were on one of their raids.

He tried not to think about it, but sometimes the memory would come to him:

That stormy night in that godforsaken mansion. He wasn't the type to just go raiding random houses, but something urged him to go in and look inside.
And what he found in there will be burned into his memory for a lifetime . . . .

Time turns backwards as he remembers that day . . .

. . . . .

Screams ran through the air as the town went into a panic from the fear that was seeping through it like a plague. Pirate raids were normal in towns like this, but this one was different. It was like a hunting party than a pirate raid.

Whoever was leading this, was on the hunt. . . .The hunt for a single human being.

He had been searching for a long time for this person, so he hoped that she was here. If not, then he would go onto the next town and the next, until her found her.

The pirate walked down the streets, unnoticeable by the townspeople as they were more worried about escaping for their lives than taking notice to whoever was walking down the street. His emerald eyes never missed anything as he continued walking, past all the chaos that surrounded the area. Some strands of platinum blonde hair fell into his face, to hide the eye patch that covered one of his eyes.

He hoped that she was here as he stopped at a nearby mansion. It looked like it had been abandon, when the raid started. He cautiously walked up to the door, cutlass in hand. A random pirate ran out the door and spotted him. He raised his sword and charged to attack, but was no match for him as he was cut down by the red coated pirate's cutlass.

The pirate fell to the ground, dead, as the sound alerted more pirates in the mansion. They also came after the red coated pirate, who cut them all down as they stood in his way at getting to his goal. After no more pirates came after him, he put his cutlass away and stepped into the mansion.

Seeing as there wasn't a lot to steal from, he explored some of the rooms. After taking some time on the main floor to explore, he found nothing and neither did he find the person that he was looking for.

Guess this wasn't the right town either. . .

He was about to leave the building, when he heard the scream of a child. It was a terrible scream that sent shivers down his spine.

He didn't even think, as he gripped his sword in hand and raced up the stairs, to the source of the scream. When he got to the top of the stair, he found a long row of doors, one on each side of the hallway. The screams continued, each sound ringing in his ears like a terrible wail.

It would take him forever to find the source . . . so he quickly searched each room, kicking down each door open, determined to find the child that was screaming for help.

He must have been getting closer as he could hear another sound was heard.
It sounded like a person, beating something . . . or someone.

He hurried even faster, as he got to the door that was the only one left down the hall . . . that he hadn't searched yet. The sound got louder and louder, until he heard something hard had hit the wall of the room.

That's when the scream got louder as it was hit against the wall.
That's when he knew. . . Something was wrong.

He had to go into the room, to see for himself!

Again, without even thinking, he barged into the room. The thing that he saw next, would haunt him forever . . .

He saw a drunken looking man, with a smirk on his face, bits of blood covering his clothes. In his hand, he was gripping the shirt of a little girl, who was covered in blood and bruises. She looked like she was almost half dead, with her eyes almost closed.

The man was almost about to smack his hand on the girl's little head, raising his own big hand about to give her the final blow . . .
When the sound of a gunshot was heard. The man looked down and saw a bullet hole through his chest.

He had been shot . . . but who could have done it?

He looked to see England, the red coated pirate with a gun in his hand, the barrel of the rim, giving off a little bit of smoke.

The man glared at him evilly and dropped the girl, like she was a bag of useless trash, flinging her to the side. She hit the back wall, as she slumped to the ground, her eyes almost near the closing stage. She tried to strain her head to look at the man, who had just saved her from certain death.

The man growled at England as he charged at him, ready to kill him. But he never got the chance since got another bullet shot into him, making him fall to the ground.
England put his gun away as he stepped over the man, giving him a glaring look, as he went over to where the girl had been thrown to.

He knelt down as he felt for a pulse or any sign that she was still alive. It was faint, but she definitely had one, but she wouldn't last long if she didn't get help in time . . .

He carefully took the girl in his arms as the fallen man was slowly recovering and starting to get up again. He gave England another glare as he tried to get them both in one clear attack.

His mind was filled with nothing but rage as this stranger. How dare he interfere with him, and trying to stop him from killing that stupid child.

He didn't care about anything except wanting to see them both dead . . .

He let out a roar as he charged again, but never got to get close to them as another round of bullets hit him again, killing him off once and for all.
The last thing he saw was England's gun in one hand and holding the girl in the other, cursing this man for all eternity as he fell again, dead on the ground.

England looked at the dead body, feeling a bit relieved that this monster wouldn't live to come after this girl again. He looked around the room for a few minutes and left, carrying the child in his arms as they both left. . .

Left that horrible place, never to come back here again . . . .

After taking her in, he always kept a close eye on her, to make sure nothing else happened. She was always right by him, like a little shadow. . .

. . . .

He smiled as he continued to watch her, still fiddling with the rope, as the ship that they were one, continued to sail on. . .

Time goes on and speeds to the a little bit into the future, as the memory starts to fade into the past . . .

It is about three years and little girl now named Laura is with her cousin, England (aka Arthur Kirkland) onboard his ship.

And today, she just gave him the shocking news of his life. . .

. . . .

"Well then, when I grow up, I'll be a pirate for you." The girl said, as he almost choked on a scone that he was eating. She just stared at him as she watches him fight to not choke on the scone, as she waited for him to recover.

After he had recovered over his scone choking attack, he turned to her, putting his hands on the deck railing as they just stood there as time passed.

"Y-y-you want to do what?" He asked her, his eyes wide with shock. She blinked a few times as she looked at him.

"I want to be a pirate, if that's ok with you." Laura said, as her cousin took the news in.

Arthur stares at his cousin in shock at what she had just said, then put a hand to his head, shaking it as he sighed outloud. He had tried to avoid the pirate subject for her sake when she was younger, but I guess she had found out and knew that she wouldn't be able to resist the taste of the pirate life.

But still, . . . he at least had to try to change her mind about it.

" I'm sorry. . ..but. . .WHAT? YOU . . . BE . . . A PIRATE? WHY ON EARTH WOULD YOU WANT TO BE A PIRATE, LASSY?" He asked her, still a little shocked at the news.

"So I can help you out. After all, you are a pirate captain, so I guess I have your pirate blood since were cousins . . . . And I could help you out around on the ship." She said, since she was allowed on deck, but not able to do much, since he forbidden her from the first time she stepped foot on his ship.

Arthur let out a soft laugh as he picked up the little girl and put her on his strong shoulders. She let out a little squeal as she was up so high and she looks to see the clouds and blue sky, almost the same color as her eyes.

Arthur smiled at his cousin, knowing that there was a good reason she smiled now and not in the past . . .

He knew that she didn't smile a lot, due to her family being so cruel to her...

Arthur never wanted to tell her about that day, hoping that those thoughts would just vanish forever, but he knew that they would never leave him for as long as he lived.
But now at least he had helped Laura create new memories, memories that might help her forget that horrible time . . .

To be continued . . .~