Arthur's POV

Since the invasion of the new world in 1492 I have never really been to America as we call it now. So I have never seen a proper American, as a man of twenty-two I have never sailed outside of the British coast. Today was supposed to change that, I was leaving here off to Canada which those French frogs discovered over a decade ago. Then I stumble upon this bumbling idiot in the bloody water! Who for your information would not shut up!

"Belt up, I have no time for your chin waging! Tell me who you are and why you're in the middle of the bloody ocean!" I screamed it at him, I was quite cheesed off. He stayed silent for a minute as if trying to remember something. "Come on out with it!" I just couldn't stop screamin' at the poor kid. He looked about nineteen, he had beautiful- pretty-...vivid eyes, like the ocean he almost drowned in. His hair, even though drenched, you could tell it was golden blonde unlike my own bright hair colour.

Spectacles were a skew across his slightly chubby face. His clothes looked like they didn't quite fit him correctly, they looked a handful of sizes too big. It's almost like someone throw him into the sea after doing something to the kid.

"W-well I don't really remember much-ch...I-I know my name It's A-Alfred Jones." The boy-, well I guess I should call him Alfred now, was shivering really badly. I hope he doesn't get hypothermia.

"Will someone get Alfred a blanket!" I yelled to my crew who were just gawking at us as I questioned Alfred. Soon he was wrapped in a thick blanket, I think that's from my room...ahh well he really needs it. "How don't you remember being thrown into the sea? Or jumping in yourself?"

He thought for a moment and answered back with, " I woke up on a peer, right, and then these guys put me on a make shift boat. I had no idea where the hell I was or who these people were, before they pushed me off into the ocean they said 'Have a nice sail, Alfred Jones'. So I drifted for days until this ship picked me up, All the men on board were British like you guys. They told me they were the British navy and that I was arrested for suspicion of being a pirate. They locked me up and took me all the way to England."

As soon as we touched land I bolted when I had the chance, after my chains were gone of course I'm not stupid. I didn't really know my way around here and ended up at another peer. The navy was hot on my trail so I swam for it. It's a miracle I out swam those guys and avoided anything dangerous. Well except maybe you guys but for pirates your all really nice."

I mulled over his story, It would explain his clothes and the reason why he's in England. I trust him., I know I shouldn't but for some odd reason I do. It just hit me like a ton of bricks. "Men to your stations! Those navy men will be here soon, we need to more our arses!" I looked at Alfred, he seemed to be beating himself up for putting us in danger but he forgets we're pirates I do this for a living. "I'm sorry Alfred but we'll have to talk later why don't you go into the captains room. Francis!"

A taller blond man walked up to me quickly, "Yes mon amour? What can I do to you? ohonononon~" he said in his stupid French accent.

"You just think you're so bloody clever don't you? Anyroad, Alfred this is my first mate, Francis. He will take you downstairs and after we put a good distance between those wankers, we'll talk. Okay?" He nodded his head and Francis took him away. I couldn't help but notice his eyes wandering the ship like he couldn't believe he was on another one when he's probably never been on a ship. I don't this he was planning being on one either.

Alfred's POV

"So Alfred was it? You must be hungry, non?" I sat down on the big extravagant bed with green sheets and a big green comforter. They were like that pirates eyes, his green orbs were the colour of a newly sprouted evergreen. Or a piece of sea glass you find while strolling across the beach. I never did get his name...

"Yeah I am a little. Hey France?" I just called him France why? Well I guess it makes sense his name is Francis and he's from France the two names are just so close to each other.

"Mon ami, did you just call me France?" He looked at me with amusement in his blue orbs.

"The two names are similar so, your France! I can call you that right?" I looked up at him with my best puppy dog look and a little whimper to seal the deal. I don't want to brag or anything but I do a damn good puppy dog look. It worked on all the guards, I always got extra food!

He laughed and wiped the tears from his face from laughing so hard. He quitted himself down to a small fit of giggles and then chokes out, " Of course you can. I don't mind, now you wanted to ask me something?"

"Oh yeah! What's the blonde guys name? The one who rescued me?"

"That's Arthur, he's our captain but you'll have plenty of time to talk to him how bout some food?"

"Okay, Whatever you got bring it on!" My face lit up with a smile at the mention of food. I haven't eaten in almost 4 hours I was basically starving!

He laughed again, "Sure, sure I'll get Mathieu to cook you something." He left after that. While the food was cooking I decided to close my eyes just rest a bit. After being in a prison cell for three months an actual bed sounded nice.

I must have been out for a while because I was being shook awake. " go way Artie I'm sleeping." I decided to call Arthur, Artie I liked sating his name like that even if he hasn't heard me say it yet.

"No, I'm Matthew. I have your food so you need to take your head out from under the pillow." He said in a slightly stern tone. So I rolled over and the look on his face was priceless. I mean It's like I was his long lost cousin of something. I have never seen this guy in my life but he does kinda look like me. He dropped the s bowl he was carrying, my guess is there was soup in it. The liquid sloshed all over the floor, running through the tiny spaces in the floorboards.

"Hey man watch out! You okay, you seem a little uneasy..." I stood up to help the poor guy.

"Alfred." He said my name. Why is he saying it like that? Like it's impossible for me to be alive."Alfred. " He said again.

"Yeah I'm Al... do I know you?" I was at a loss here. I didn't know what to say.

"Alfred! Of course you know me! How could you say that! I haven't seen you in a year after god knows what happened with Ivan! H-he..." The kid started sobbing. I mean like floodgates were opened from within his eye sockets!

"I don't know what you're talking about and I don't know any Ivan's..." suddenly I was on my back bouncing slightly on the bed with Mattie holding onto me for dear life.

""N-no you rememb-ber, I'm your b-broth-ther! I-Ivan h-he-"

"Mattie calm down, take a deep breath in." I waited for him to stop crying and then investigate but I was interrupted buy some screaming.

Arthur's POV

We finally got enough sea between us and the navy, now it's time to see Alfred. Why am I so happy about seeing a stranger? I mean I just pulled this man out bloody ocean, he's so arse over elbow he doesn't even know what happened to him. Calm down Arthur, just go in there and talk to him. Maybe he can be a new recruit. Maybe he's good at fighting; he could do that for me it'll help him repay the life debt he owes me now.

I walk down to my quarters just expecting to see Alfred sleeping or something, but instead he was hugging our cook! …Well the cook was hugging him but, still! I didn't think he would be a barmy pervert!

"WHAT IS GOING ON HERE!"

"Oh hi Artie, Mattie was just about to tell me something impor-"

"Artie? Did you just call me Artie! I never even told you my proper name how- FRANCIS! Alfred get of the kitchen staff now! If I knew you were a bloody pervert I would have let you drown in the ocean! It's bad enough I have Francis!" I was in hysterics, I wondered if by saving this guy I've added even more stress to my hectic life. Well we'll have to see about this one...

A/N: Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. (yes I realize I'm a little late on that) I decided to use different POV's but keep it in first person. I thought It would be more interesting. Also This is set in the year 1545 so Arthur was born in1523 and Alfred in 1526 making him 19 and Artie 22. Mattie is going to be 18. He was 17 when his brother went missing in America. (but you all could have probably figured that out)