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It's only the Beginning

11 years later

~Emily's POV~

My eyes shot open wide as I sat up in my comfortable bed. Why...did I have to dream about that horrid day in my childhood. The day that has scarred me forever...

"Uggh...does it really have to be mourning already...", I questioned as I yawned and stretched my arms above my head. Seeing the same horrid scar I always woke up to. A deep scar across my lower right arm...a painful reminder of that day..."You're the reason I can't think it's a dream..."

By the way...I wonder what became of that poor, little boy on top of that rock...that boy named Arthur...

"Heaven my lady! What have all of us in this place told you about putting a night gown on!", my personal maid yelled freaking out as I got out of bed and she walked in. She seemed more tense then normal for some reason..."The last thing we need is for your to be husband seeing you waking up in your under garments..."

"At least I'm not na-", I was in process of saying until a thought processed in my mind...I never agreed to a marriage..."what...husband...are you...talking about?"

~Arthur's POV~

It has been 11 long years since I last spoke to this young women...and a lot has changed about her...then again...I shouldn't be surprised...she is 21 now...she's not the little 10 year old she once was...

"I wonder...if I went up to her...if she would remember me...", I questioned as I sat there in a tree messing with a emerald brooch of mine...this brooch that shined in the purest of sunshine was the last thing I ever received from my late father...the one he gave me before he hid me behind some rocks...the one he gave me before he was pulled away to the Gallo's.

"She...doesn't look in any way happy right now...", I told myself noticing she stood up furious and stomped out of her room. Maybe I'll go down and see what's going on...so I decided to head down...since I wanted to keep an eye on her...

Emily's POV

"FAAATHEERR!", I screamed at the top of my lungs as I marched into the dining room of our place so I could eat breakfast. When I walked in there, I saw him, Maddie, and this guy I couldn't recognize with silver hair and purple eyes. "WHY THE HELL ARE YOU FORCING ME TO GET MARRIED!?"

"...I-I'm sorry E-Emily...", my younger sister, Maddie, told me in her normal, and quiet voice as she fixed the ruby pendent on her necklace since she jumped when I yelled causing her necklace to move. "I-I tried t-to get h-him to n-not force this upon y-you...b-but he said be-"

"GOD DAMN YOU TO HELL! I AM NOT MARRYING SOME RANDM SON OF A BITCH YOU JUST HAPPANED TO FIND!"

"...honestly...your so much like your late mot-", he was starting to say about me until I cut him off right there...

"Why? Cause I talk like a damn foreigner instead of a fucken little brit!?"

"THAT IS ENOUGH EMILY F. JONES!", my father yelled at the top of his lungs while his hands slammed down onto the table. I shut up only because I kept on pestering him before...and it didn't end pretty..."ahem...just...sit down and eat your damn breakfast...you are then going to spend some time with that nice man over there...", he continued as he pointed his finger towards the man I didn't know, "You two will be courted in three months time..."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, lady Emily daa~", The man that I am meant to marry told me holding out his hand. I took his hand and just shook his trying to polite. One thing I noticed already about him was his accent was obviously Russian...

"Pleasure to meet you too...", I answered back as we let go of our hands so we could finish eating. Oh how I wanted to use sarcasm so badly...but...for some reason that didn't sound like a good idea. So as I sat there and ate my breakfast, I thought...was it just me...or was he a little too forceful with that hand shake?

~1 hour later~

I was now walking amongst the roses of the garden at my place with this Russian man who's name I learned was Ivan. Though we were suppose to be hanging out...I was keeping my distance. I had a weird feeling in my gut around him and I didn't like it...

"Sooo~ I heard you're somewhat of a rebel da~?", he questioned me as we sat down on a bench towards the end of the garden for a rest. I already blame my father for him asking me this kind of question.

"Well...I am someone who tends to follow their own values and live fr-", I was beginning to say until I felt quite a bit of pressure upon my left arm. "What th-"

"I think we can get that little part of you to stay hidden, can we not daa~?", he told me in a dark tone as he tightened his grip upon my arm. I was mainly thanking the lord he didn't grab my right arm...that would've hurt me 10X more...

"W-what h- LET GO!", I screamed out a little as I tried to pull my arm away from this sorry son of a bitch, but he tightened his grip even more causing me to yelp in pain like a puppy would when it's kicked. I knew being anywhere near this guy was going to bring me nothing but trouble...

"E-Emily? Emiillyyyy! Are you o-okay. W-where are you?", my sister yelled the best way she could from quite a distance away from where we were. Still, he let go of my arm and slapped me a little before looking at me straight at me with his creepy, purple eyes.

"We'll talk about this later, alright da~?", he told me with this look in his eyes that sent shivers down my spine. A look I'll probably see often for now on...So I just nodded holding back my shivering, since hero's (A/N- Heroine's, Emily) don't show fear, as he walked away.

Right after he had fully walked away, my sister finally came around the corner to where I was. She also decided to bring along her childhood friend, boyfriend now, Francis. He had this flowing, wavy, blond hair, and these manipulative blue eyes...but I know he would never hurt my sister...

"Ar-are you o-ok, Em-Emily?"

"...I'm fine Maddie..."

"A-are you s-"

"I said I'm perfectly fine!", I yelled at them as I started to run. To run out of this damn garden. To run out to the water of the ocean...

"W-wait!"

~Maddie's POV~

I was just about to run after my sister...she was leaving the garden area and I was worried for many different reasons...That was until Francis grabbed my arm lightly, shaking his head as I turned around. "Francis..."

"She needs to be left alone...she needs to calm down...", he told me as he pulled me into a nice hug, and then pecked me on the cheek...

"...I...I w-wish I was b-born first..."

"I know you do mon cher~ I know..."

~Emily's POV~

During the few minutes I was running, I had ran all the way to the rock where I was 11 years ago...where I was at when my mother died 11 years ago...As I sat there messing with my sapphire pendent though...my mind began to put unwanted thoughts into my 21 year old head...

'Jump'

W-what?

'Jump'

B-but...m-my sister needs...me...

'She'll move on from your death...'

She hasn't moved on from our mothers death...

'Just get rid of the pain'

...

'JUMP!'

I stood up all the sudden and started walking over to the edge of the rock without thinking...Maybe jumping is worth it. I'll never have to live with that complete bastard...

Once I made it to the thin edge of that rock, I looked down into the whites and blues of the crashing waves. Well...here goes nothing...I had started to jump...well...that was until I felt someone grab a hold of my arm...

~Arthur's POV~

"W-WHAT THE B-BLOODY HELL WAS Y-YOUR FUCKN M-MIND THINKING!", I yelled at this 21 year old women, this 21 year old women I felt nervous around. And don't think I like her...c-cause I don't...Why though...why was she going to end her life?

"I...uh...I was...uh...", she stuttered as she looked frantically around everywhere, anywhere other then me. She must not realize what I am...I was actually about to tell her about how stupid of a decision she was making until...I noticed her eye's...

They held this sadness in them...a sadness that I quite often in my own emerald eyes...She must not be living a very nice life for a member of royalty. I ended up looking down and noticed a bruise forming on her left arm...but she quickly covered it up...Who dared commit the sin of hurting such a fair maiden?

It was right then I decided to ask her a question that would change my life forever...whether I knew it or not.

.."You want to get away from this hell?"

~Emily's POV~

My mind was processing what he had just asked me. Another man, a PIRATE at that, was asking if I wanted to get away from here? I thought for a quick second longer about my decision, then reached my decision. Nothing too bad could happen...right?

As I reached my hand out though, my feet slipped on the slippery surface of the rock and I began to fall to the deep, blue...

"EMI-"

'SPLASH!'

That was the last thing I heard before it...all...went...bl...ack...

Franada-Girl97- tried my best to make England tsundere, ok?

America- ...I fell...

Russia- ...^^

America- why is he so happy!?

Franada-Girl97- you two just don't like each other...-.-

England- ...R&R please...