Disclaimer: do you seriously think America and England would be fighting if I controlled the Hetaliaverse?
Side note: you might have noticed that I haven't stated a pairing, that's because Arthur will be multiple pairings. He will have various flings with both OC characters and canon characters although I am planning him to eventually stay with one Person. Not gunna tell ya who tho

Ark one: Boyhood part 2

Arthur sighed as he Cleaned the deck for what felt like the thousandth time. He had been working on Mi querida joya for over a month now and he felt drained even though there was another cabin boy helping him out. He was called Alfred and had golden blood hair a small flick in his hair. He wore spectacles over his deep blue eyes. He was a little taller than Alfred despite Arthur being the other of the two.

A large cargo ship could be seen in front of them at a distance. They had passed many islands all looking exotic and completely new to Arthur but he hasn't been able to step foot on one yet. The captain was too busy chasing a merchant ship for the gold stored on there.
"Their anchors gone down captain I think they know we're following them sir!" One of the crew shouted from the crow's nest. The captain looked up from his map his eyes narrowing.
"Keep going" he answered turning to Arthur and Alfred, "Get that Pirate flag down and put the Spanish flag up, quickly!" Alfred and Arthur scrambled to get it down, Arthur ran down into the stock room grabbing the Spanish flag, dragging it up the stairs. He heard a yelp and Gasp from the only female Crew member Rosa Marazul. She was a pretty woman, too bad the only times you knew she was woman was when she was in a dress or scolding the crew. She acted talked and even looked male! She had dark brown hair to her ears and honey coloured eyes. Her skin was tanned and her hands calloused from working so much. She had on a pair of tight trousers and a blouse with a waist coat to hide the small bumps that where her Boobs. She was short but made up for it with a commanding presence to rival the captains.

He hurried up to the deck laying the folded flag down. He looked what had happened and gasped. Alfred, in his rush to get the flag down, had snapped the rope needed to pull the flag down. Arthur grits his teeth and tied the rope off. There was no way it was going round the bend so he grabbed hold of the mast the Spanish flag held in his teeth and started climbing. The crew and captain all stopped to watch Him as he ascended gripping any handhold he could to get up faster.

He arrived at his destination high off the deck where he first started; if he fell there was a large change he wouldn't get back up. He grabbed the flag and attempted to undo it with just a single hand. Arthur lost his balance and fell towards the mast to regain it before twisting his legs around the mast setting his feet in a loop of spare rope that was secured to the mast he leaned over and undid the flag replacing it with the Spanish flag. Arthur put the Jolly Rodger in his mouth and tried to look for a way down. The footholds were impossible to see going down. Sighing around the flag in his mouth Arthur grabbed the flag rope and took a deep breath. Letting go of the mast with his feet he went speeding down the rope.

Arthur's body was jarred as he landed feet first on the deck. The Spanish flag now flying high above their ship. He hissed and looked at his hands that were now ripped to shreds and bleeding badly from the rope. His feet were also red from where the make-shift foothold and rubbed against them. Staggering Back into Rosa's rather flat Chest he stared at his hands. Rosa catched Arthur as the poor boy Collapsed from so much effort and pain.
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Arthurs eyes opened slowly the ship was rocking harshly. He didn't recognise the room he was in. The walls were a warm orange the curtains and drapes were all a warm yellow that mixed nicely with the orange wall. The carpet was a light red. The only thing dark, and cold in a way, was the Dark brown mahogany desk and chair set off to the side a lantern resting near an open map. Arthur jolted and quickly flung off the orange covers of the duvet. I'm in the captain's quarters. He thought looking around in amazement. This was new to him. The room was huge spanning the whole width of the deck. He walked up and down the space near the front of the room. To his left there were a few small steps leading to a door.

The Ship stopped as much as it was and Arthur built up the courage to open the door and look outside. They had docked at a seedy looking port town. The streets had no cobbles and the houses were all plain grey stone. It was a large town with many alleyways and houses or businesses. He took a step onto the deck to see the jolly Rodger back in its place at the top of the mast. He felt some-one pat his back and looked to the right. The captain was stood there grinning like a proud father.
"Good job there lad." He stated Walking down the gangplank and onto the deck. Arthur looked confused and slowly followed.
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The streets were filthy and beggars were everywhere. Captain Antonio always kept his thin Rapier in sight while walking these streets. People made way for him and his crew. Arthur and Alfred didn't have that luxury; they were walking at the back ignored by the people of the filthy town. Often they had to jog or run to keep up. They gripped each other's hands so as not to lose each other. The Captain finally stopped in front of a well looked after building. Unlike other houses along the street the windows were not damaged, the door fit nicely in its frame and the sign announcing it as the 'One-handed inn' had obviously been repainted to keep in nice and new-looking. Arthur and Alfred waited at the back looking nervous.
"First time in Tortuga" He said looking at Arthur.
"I thought you had been with the crew for ages?" Arthur asked looking confused, he was sure the captain said they had Alfred a long time before they introduced Arthur.
Alfred gave a toothy grin, "Nah only about a year. I've been near here and seen it off the side of the deck but never actually stepped foot inside it. The captain always went to Port Royal, said it was always a good place to find crew members and repairs. I think he's come here to celebrate." He answered.
"Celebrate?"
" Yeah, while you were out we caught up to the merchant ship. It was a great haul, lots of gold and jewels. He looked Very happy, I've only ever seen him that happy once before and that was when his missus in Italy told him that his little baby boy wanted to be a pirate when he grew up. I wouldn't exactly call him a baby though" Alfred chuckled at the end of this sentence and looked as if he was remembering something. He looked at where the captain was stood talking to a woman in hushed tones. She moved out of the way and the crew slowly walked in. Arthur and Alfred walked with them sitting near the captain incase anything happens and they have to leave in a hurry.
"What do you mean?" Asked Arthur once they had a seat.
"Well he's pretty big now, about 5 years old, with a 3 year old little brother." He answered chuckling, "He can certainly talk like a pirate, always calling his dad a bastard. When he doesn't like something he's always shouting 'Damn it' it's pretty funny to watch."
Arthur also laughed a little, "How old are you anyway?"
"About 11, nearly 12. Why?"
Arthur scoffed and stared at him, "a 12 year old is taller than a 16 year old." Alfred laughed at this. They both looked up as tankards were placed in front of them.
"Drink up, you deserve it" The captain stated. Both boys looked at each other then grabbed their tankards and drank. This was Arthur's first taste of Ale. The Captain was drinking a red liquid from a green bottle, they couldn't see its name, not that either of them could read very well.

Arthur spluttered at his first taste but kept drinking. He looked around the room while he did. It was packed full of chairs every one of them occupied. There was a bar behind him facing the door; a man was stood behind it cleaning the brown wood of the bar. The floor was normal wood flooring and the walls painted blue. The man whistled cheerfully while several barely clothed women walked around serving drinks. A few were sitting on men's laps and speaking in hushed tones to them. The captain called one over and held out his now empty bottle. She smiled and headed to the bar grabbing another bottle. She walked back and sat on The Captains lap smiling sweetly. The Captain chuckled and took a long drink from his new bottle before leaning up and kissing the woman deeply. Both Arthur looked away blushing going back to their tankards.

After a while the Captain took a brown package out of his pocket and cut the end off with a guillotine looking object. He placed it in his mouth. He lit the other end with a match and took a long breath. He breathed out smoke. Arthur and Alfred stared at him. He looked and chuckled and handed it to Arthur. "Try it" He said while watching him. Arthur did so and choked. It tasted awful! He quickly gave the thing back to the now laughing Captain and took a long drink from his tankard.
"What is that!" he asked still coughing.
"Tobacco, best thing to have when you're stressed or having a good time, rather expensive though" The Captain answered taking another long breath.

A bellowing laugh erupted from the other side of the inn making both Arthur and Alfred jump with surprise. A large teenager with white hair and red eyes walked over and slung his arm over Antonio's shoulders "Fancy seeing you here Antonio!" He had an annoying voice that held a Prussian Accent. He wore tight brown trousers and a plain black top on. He grabbed the bottle and took a long drink. An over dressed Brunette man walked over and hit the top of his head.
"Oi! What the hell do you think you're doing Captain!" Shouted the man as his head whipped around. The brunette sighed.
"Treat other Captains the same as me Gilbert, just because they're not your captain doesn't mean they don't deserve Respect." He stated. He was dressed in many frills and looked like an aristocrat. He had a flick of hair like America that stuck from his hair; he also had spectacles framing violet eyes.
"If I treated him the same as you that would mean no respect at all" Answered Gilbert. The Captain looked angry and raised his hand to hit Gilbert only to be punched in the face first. A fight broke out between Gilbert and his captain many drunken Men shouting and chanting as they fought. Eventually Antonio dragged Gilbert off the now badly beaten up Captain. He 'Tsk-ed' and walked out the bar. Antonio grabbed his bottle and headed out the crew following him. He headed back towards the ship slowly nursing the rest of his drink.
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YAY another chapter!
Ship terms:
Mast: the large poles on a ship that hold up the sails, the middle mast is usually tallest and the one that holds the flag and crow's nest.
Gangplank: the walkway that connects the deck to the dock or shore.
Jolly Rodger: The Pirate flag of skull and cross bones.
Tobacco: not sure if they would have called them Cigars back then.