UKUS: No Actual M things yet.
America found his prey and waited in hiding place. It wasn't hard to find the man who dressed all in red, also he was the only pirate with a huge poofy feather on his hat. Nobody on the swaying ship seemed to notice him and America wanted that, after all who would stay out in a heat wave like this? Apparently his prey did, and in his usual red coat too. Something touched America's hand he looked at the stinky rotten mango thats sticky juice was dripping on his hand. He had picked it up in the orchard only a few minutes before and he didn't want to drop it yet. After all it was his ammunition. Again he looked at the silent man who was looking through his eyeglass, his face hidden. Some men were on the corner of the deck playing dice, and America didn't see anybody else or any traps. He usually got away with his pranks, but sometimes even Eyebrows can trick him. America didn't care for the man except that he was entertainment... and the fact he like his green eyes. They entranced him sometimes, and he could stare into them for an eternity but usually he had to fly away before he got caught. Sweat trickled down America's face as he studied the scene before him before deeming the ship was trap free. Slowly he lifted off his branch and flew carefully towards the red coated man, and when he was near the mast and high up enough he called out.
"Hey Eyebrows!" America grinned,"I hope this'll cool you down!" And he chucked the overripe mango at the figure below him.
The figure tried to move but was hit in his face with the disgusting thing, and the poofy feather hat fell down. As he whipped his face with a cloth, America noticed that it wasn't Eyebrows at all, infact it was his first mate, Spain. Behind his glasses, America's blue eyes narrowed as he began to drift away from the ship. His lips parted in a silent question when a rope wrapped around his left foot and he was yanked down to the wooden boards of deck. Hands clasped around his arms and he was quickly tied to the main mast in a matter of seconds. America's breath had been knocked out when he had hit the floor and was in a daze, however he snapped out of it when familiar voice rang out.
"Thought you'd trick me again? Well, I've got ya." Rank breath washed over America as he looked at his captor. Green eyes, that could have rivaled grass and over them were thick eyebrows. A smirk tripped his cracked lips, and his ears were pierced. America had never been this close to his enemy before and somehow, he felt attracted to him.
"Wow, now that I have a closer look at you, I have a question. How does it feel to be born ugly?" America insulted the pirate and closed his eyes waiting for the blow that would hurt. What he didn't expect was the low laugh that came from the Captain of the ship.
"I've always liked yer spirit boy. Now, tell me. How does it feel to be flightless?"
'Confined' America thought but kept his mouth closed, and returned glaring at the man. Eyebrows chuckled and leaned in closer, and America had to turn his head to keep space between him and the pirate.
"Now yer going to tell me where I can find the other boys." Eyebrows breath felt on America's neck as he tried to lean as far away from the man as possible. It was really hard when you are tied up and stuck to a mast. "If ye tell me, I might let ye work on deck, instead being locked up in me brig fer the rest of yer immortal life." America's jaw clamped down harder, making it hurt somewhat. He said nothing and Eyebrows sighed. A gloved hand touched his chin and then it turned into a grip and he turned America's head towards him and the boys blue eyes met green.
"All yer boys caught the fancy of me men, there would be mutiny if we left now. Leave it ta me to take a fancy of the one to be impossible to catch. But I always get what me wants." The green eyes twinkled in humor as he leaned closer and his chapped lips met America's smooth ones. America's eyes widened and struggled against the rope and he tried to get away from the man, however the ropes were tied very tightly and the only things that he could move was his hands. Then a plan began to formulate in America's mind as he was continued being kissed. Eyebrows licked his bottom lip asking, no demanding, to be let in but America's mouth stayed clamped shut. The pirates eyes narrowed and his gloved hands began to move around the immobile boys body and his fingers began to play with the stray lock hair that seemed to defy gravity. America's eyes widened and gasped, and the pirates took his chance to slip his tongue in. The tongue was exploring the cavern and the man, America noted, tasted like tea. Then with a sharp tug on his cowlick, America moaned. America was desperate and he tried to shove the foreign object out of his mouth but it seemed to rile up the pirate even more. Finally, Eyebrows needed breath and broke the kiss.
"America." The pirate growled,"I've been waiting fer you fer a long time, love." America shivered and then grinned.
"Sorry, but you'll have to wait some more." America's voice was filled with amusement and the boy was gone. "Thanks Eyebrows for the knife, it literally saved me right there." America was high above the pirates head twirling the dagger between his fingers. "I think I'll keep it." Eyebrow touched the empty sheath were the dagger usually sat and cursed himself, he should have tied up the boys hands.
The golden haired boy laughed and began to fly away,"See ya later Eyebrows!"
The pirate ran to the edge of the ship and yelled,"Its England! Remember that git!" England watched as his love flew away, turning into a speck. Now, how could he capture him next? More importantly, he had a little problem in his pants he needed to attend to before that.
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