Title: Dragon Of The Sea

Series: Axis Powers Hetalia

Pairing: America & England / Alfred & Arthur

Rating: T

Genre: Romance, Humour

Warning: Shounen-Ai, Human Names, Butchering of History

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction by a fan for fans. Axis Powers Hetalia rightfully belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya.

Summary: Captain Kirkland ruled the seven seas and it was because of his secret weapon: his lover, Alfred, a dragon.

Author's Note: I wrote this out a month ago and I forgot to update this fic, being more concentrated on my newer ones. I'm really sorry. But I finally found it after browsing through my documents—anyway, happy reading!

Antonio and Lovino had been under the care of Captain Arthur for nearly a month now and surprisingly – well, not really when it was The Dragon you were sailing with or on – they had encountered not a single speck of trouble over the past few weeks.

And by trouble, that meant battles and other nasty ships. But if trouble meant Alfred's obsession with 'treasure' then there was a whole lot of trouble.

"For the last time, Alfred," Arthur exclaimed, his cheeks flaming with anger on his pale skin, "If you take anything else on board, this ship will sink to the bloody bottom of the ocean!"

"B-But..." Alfred whined, dragging behind him a large crate of something what Arthur suspected to be a statue of something shiny or sparkly. "But I want it!"

Arthur cocked an eyebrow at the dragon-child and snorted, "You are no longer a bloody child, Alfred! That reason isn't going to cut it! Your treasure is slowing us down!"

"But it's shiny! And sparkly!" Alfred whined, he looked like he was going to piss on his breeches and all Arthur could do was roll his eyes.

"So are the rest of the items you brought on board every time we hit port." Arthur crossed his arms, "And so are the stuff you have both back home in England and in the Americas!"

Alfred pouted, "B-But..."

"No, Alfred. No."

"There's plenty of space on the Tomato." Alfred suggested hopefully, "This baby can go there!"

"And what happens when we dock and the Tomato leaves? This ship has no more space for your junk!"

Alfred gasped dramatically, "It's not junk! It's our precious treasure!"

"If I could sell it, then it'd be truly treasure." Arthur grumbled under his breath, most the stuff Alfred got would make them rich in a matter of seconds if only they would sell it but no, the dragon refused to part with his treasure.

"Artie, please..." Alfred pouted, his baby blues glistening with sadness.

"Urgh..." Arthur groaned and forced control upon himself.

"Please... Artie..."

"Oh, God save me." Arthur sighed as he turned on his heel, his back facing Alfred. "Fine! But that thing is going on the Tomato."

"Yeah!" Alfred grinned instantly and tackled Arthur into a great bear hug. "I knew you'd understand! Man, I love you, Artie! You should see how shiny and sparkly it is! It's so shiny! And sparkly!"

Arthur blushed but he tried to force it away, though. He hated it whenever Alfred begged with that pout and that annoying look in his eyes – he could never say no to that combination of cuteness and utter adorableness. It was like, a sin. It had been like that ever since Alfred was a child and unknowingly, Arthur had spoiled the lad to this.

Then again, he did read up somewhere that dragons were naturally attracted to treasure. However, that book never did explain what kind of treasure. Now, Arthur knew that treasure was synonymous to junk when it came to Alfred's definition of the word.

"Yes, yes, I'll see it once we dock at the Americas." Arthur said with an uninterested tone, he was usually not interested with Alfred's treasure but he always loved the look in Alfred's face when he was showing off or talking about his treasures.

"Man, amigo, could you not just have it shipped to your estate?" Antonio asked as his crew loaded the large crate on board.

"It won't get there in time!" Alfred whined, he was overseeing to make sure his treasure wasn't going to be harmed in anyway. "Besides, it's too dangerous for something like that beauty to be far away from my security!"

"Si, whatever you say, amigo." Antonio shook his head as he remembered visiting Arthur's estate in England, they had to build a separate building for Alfred's treasure, as the boy called it, because there wasn't any space left in the main house.

Then it hit the Spaniard and he had to ask, "What happens if someone steals your... uh... treasure?"

Alfred's glowing smile immediately vanished from his face, replaced with something dark and nearly as evil as Arthur and Antonio with a strong dash of Gilbert.

"They. Will. Pay." The usually cheerful blonde answered with a tone that matched the look on his face.

"Um, I see... Well, I see." Antonio nodded, his throat dry. He never expected that sort of reaction from him but then, he had never heard of anyone stealing from a dragon and lived. Most of the stuff he learnt about dragons were just rumours from the talks in pubs and taverns.

"Oh, well, I'll go see what Artie's up to now." Alfred grinned, whistling as went on his merry way.

"He fits right in the family." Antonio shook his head with an amused grin.

It had been three days since they last saw land and two days since they last saw the vast ocean. They were shrouded in mist and at first, it wasn't too thick to worry about. But now, it was thick enough that Arthur could faintly see the Tomato and Antonio vice versa with the Dragon.

Although it was the perfect opportunity to out sail the Dragon, Antonio didn't feel like running away, there were too many complications if he did. One, and the most important one, was Lovino being involved in danger. And finally, two, which was probably the one he most feared, there were three crates in his cargo that belonged to Alfred and after their anything but pleasant conversation a few days earlier, Antonio didn't want to even think of taking the dragon's treasure.

In fact, the Spaniard had told his crew repeatedly to never touch the crates unless it was to move or to secure them. He even prayed at night for Alfred's treasure to be perfectly in tact until they reached land, where it would finally be unloaded from his ship.

However, there were always the bad tomatoes. Every ship had them. They were either too brave or too foolish.

"Alfred?" Arthur whispered in the dark the moment he felt Alfred tense up beside him. "What's wrong?"

"I feel something." Alfred whispered darkly under his breath.

Arthur blushed, "For the love of – I told you we're sleeping tonight, you-"

"No, I don't mean that!" Alfred snapped embarrassingly, "Not that I don't want to since I want to but you're being a prick about it so-"

"Shut up, you git!" Arthur was tempted to hide under the covers and he was about to if not for Alfred sitting up and pulling the sheets with him. "God, what is wrong, Alfred?"

When Arthur saw the look on Alfred's face, he realised that the git wasn't joking or humouring him into bed. Well, he knew that a few seconds ago but now, he just realised how serious the situation was with Alfred looking like he was about ready to murder someone.

"Alfred?"

"Someone is stealing my treasure." Alfred muttered darkly, sniffing the air. The next second, he was on his feet and out the door.

Arthur lay there, blinking and clutching the sheets for a second longer before having the sense of jumping out the bed to go after Alfred came upon him. But unlike the younger, more distressed man, Arthur had pulled his discarded shirt from the floor and placed it on as he ran up to the deck.

Upon reaching there, the Brit found out that he could barely see three feet ahead of him which was why he bumped into someone short and the second after, he heard a cry and hushed whispers in what he thought was Spanish or Italian, he wasn't sure. It all sounded the same to him.

"Tonio, is that you?" Arthur asked, trying to get a clearer look.

"Arthur?" The Spaniard replied and the crying suddenly lowered.

"Gads, it is." Arthur wrinkled his nose, "What are you doing here on my ship this time of night?"

"Er, well... you see, amigo..." Antonio cleared his throat, "Little Lovi here was craving for some chocolate."

Arthur rolled his eyes, of course. Antonio lived to please and spoil his little tomato, so whatever the little boy asked, the Spaniard would give, give and give. Heck, if Lovino asked for the nation of Spain, there was a high possibility Antonio would hand it with a silver platter and a year supply of tomatoes.

"That better be the truth," Arthur threatened and before he could continue any further, they heard a roar. And saw a fireball plunge into the ocean before the water rained on them.

"Dios mio!" Antonio gasped as Lovino attached himself to the Spaniard's leg in fright.

"Oh, bloody hell." Arthur muttered and went to the edge of the ship, towards the fireball where he believed Alfred was. "Alfred?"

"Lovi, calm down, mi tomato." Antonio whispered and carried the shaking Italian in his arms before following Arthur. "Just stay quiet and brave. Alfred will not hurt us."

When he faintly saw the outline of Arthur's body, the Spaniard called, "Arthur, what is going on? Why is—Dios! My ship!"

Antonio paled as one of Alfred's fireballs was making its fiery way to the Tomato.

To Be Continued...

Author's Note: I honestly have the worse ever internet connection at the moment but still decided to go and update this. XD Anyway, thank you for reading this and for all of you who had reviewed, placed this in your favourites and/or alerts list. Thank you very much! :D

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