"Why hello there," Carl coos walking towards France.

"W-Who are y-you?" Francis squeaks backing away

"None of your business girle," Carl whispers grabbing Francis's wrists practically slamming them against the wall. To everyone outside the room it was inaudible compared to all the gunshots and fighting.

Francis starts to sniffle and cry, loudly, which Carl quickly covers the smaller's mouth.

"shut the fuck up or I will hurt yer pretty little face ya got there," Carl hisses.

Carl drags Francis around the room by his writs looking for rope which he finds and ties it around the French's wrists.

"ow"

"shut up"

Carl pushes Francis onto the ground and ties his ankles together.

"hmm~ I wonder what you got under here~" Carl says grabbing the hem of Francis's tunic to lift it up.

Francis in response kicks Carl in his crotch.

"AH- FUCK! WHAT THE FUCK BITCH!" Carl hisses in pain which makes France start to cry again.

"Shut up!"

Carl smacks Francis's face which only makes him cry louder.

Carl grabs some random cloth and ties it around Francis's face which muffles his crying.

Carl with the confused, scared, and still crying Francis slung over his shoulder leaves the Captain's quarters.

Carl snuck behind Arthur as the brit boasted about winning their fight. Carl's crewmates noticed Francis as they assumed he was a girl from his appearance. Some of them hoped to get away from Arthur to 'enjoy' the girl. Carl is almost showing Francis off to his crewmates so, failes to notice Francis shaking the cloth loose.

"ARTHUR!!!" Francis suddenly shouts out startling Carl.

Arthur's head snaps around.

He gets a dark look that sends shivers down Carl's spine. Before long there was a loud gunshot and Carl fell off the boat into the raging sea with blood streaming from his head.

Francis luckily fell to the ground landing hard on his hip, yelping a bit from the contact. Arthur scoops him up

"Take no prisoners, leave no survivors" He orders to his crew locking himself into his quarters.

"Francis, love are you ok?" Arthur coos untying Francis's wrists, then his ankles.

"Scary" Francis sniffles

"Oh love, it's ok are you ok? Did he hurt you?"

"Hurts here," Francis says as he points to his wrist.

Arthur gives a soft kiss to Francis's wrist

"does that feel better?"

"uh-huh! There's mark on face!" Francis says pointing to a scar on Arthur's cheek

"what, oh yeah it's-" Francis starts to stand up on the bed, "what are you doing?"

Francis gives a soft kiss on Arthur's cheek copying what the Englishman did to his wrist.

Arthur's face explodes into a bright red and covers his mouth almost screaming. Francis was just, To. Damn. Cute!

"Arthur? Did bad?" the small blond asks looking worried.

"NO! I uh I mean no, you did good... did he hurt you anywhere else?"

"grabbed here," Francis says pointing to the end of his tunic, "hit me here" which he then points to his cheek, as it was still red.

Arthur kissed his cheek

"better?"

"oui!"

Arthur's face somehow turns a darker red. He was so close to Francis's face, so close to his lips...

Then Francis pokes Arthur's nose which startles him enough to trip over his feet and fall on his back.