Arthur couldn't believe what was happening. The last time he saw the girl was when he dropped her off at a port in southern Wales. He felt bad about leaving her in the market then sailing away, but it had to be done. He had to keep her safe. The next thing he did was find someone to erase all his memories of what happened since he met her, and then turn himself in to the marines.

"Wait... that wench, she knew!" Arthur mumbled to himself and looked up just in time to see a pale hand rush towards him, slapping his face hard enough to leave his cheek a bright red.

"You bloody haliwr! You abandoned me!" Holding his cheek, Arthur slowly raised his head to see the girl standing before him, her head in her hands as she breathed heavily. "I trusted you! You helped me leave that wretched asylum and I thought you weren't so bad for a pirate, but I was so wrong, and it cost me everything!" Her voice cracked, sounding to be on the verge of crying but trying to hold it back the best she could.

Arthur stood still for a moment before slowly and gently setting his hand on her shoulder. She flinched at the sudden contact.

"Oliviére..." She looked up at him silently before she furrowed her eyebrows in thought.

"You're short." Oliviére said rather bluntly. He was taken aback and was confused for a moment.

"Beg you pardon?"

She took a tiny step back, crossing her arms. She could still feel the dried tears on her cheek, but had another issue at hand. "You used to be at around 13 centimetres taller than me, possibly 15, but now you're only about 3, maybe 5 centimetres taller. And what's with the weird clothes? What happened to the fancy shirt and blood red coat?" Arthur sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"It's been a very long time. Over three hundred years, so you can't expect things to be the same, least of all the status and fashion of a country." He looked over to see Oliviére wide eyed for a moment, but she quickly covered it and scoffed.

"It can't have been that long. Heh, next you'll tell me you gained control of Ireland, and Wales."

"And Scotland, though there have been slight issues lately. And only Northern Ireland. I basically represent the United kingdom now, less of just England." Arthur stated matter-of-factly, muttering though about his brothers' dismay. Oliviére started laughing hysterically, holding her stomach as she leaned forward a little, almost falling to the floor. He said her name a couple times, trying to get her to stop, but she just kept laughing for a couple minutes before finally taking a deep breath and walking over to sit on his bed, him doing the same.

"If you've expanded your power, then how come you got so much shorter? Just how much did you lose in return?" She half smiled at him, but it soon faded when she saw the grim look on his face. She tilted her head slightly and said with a softened tone, "Arthur? What happened to you?"

He remained quiet for a moment, but decided to tell her, although it brought back a melancholy mood.

"I lost all my colonies. Hong Kong, India, South Africa... America..." He whispered the last word, but she heard it nonetheless.

"That's what you get for being such a pen pidyn to everyone you interact with." She said bluntly. He glared at her but didn't get upset.

"You're still as unlady-like as ever I see..."

"That's what happens when you're cooped up in an insane asylum for most of your life then kidnapped by a pirate, only to be abandoned by him later. I didn't exactly have very good role models, and everyone thought I was chumpy anyway." She would've continued, saying that no one really cared for her aside from maybe him, but she lost faith in that when he left her. Instead, Oliviére smiled a little, something she hadn't done honestly in a very long time. "Though I see 300 years give or take changed you an awful lot. But those strange eyebrows of yours..." Arthur's face turned slightly red as he leaned forward.

"What about my eyebrows? There's nothing wrong with them!" She rolled her eyes at his defensive but flustered reaction.

"Arthur, they're about as big as a gorilla's trunch-" Before she could finish, a loud slam could be heard downstairs, followed by someone yelling in an American accent.

"Iggy! Arthur dude I think I found something really awesome that maybe you might even like!" Arthur froze, knowing that he would be interrogated if Oliviére were to be seen. She saw the look on his face and whispered, "I take it you want me to hide?" He nodded in reply, standing up to go to the door. He heard a scoff behind him and turned back to see a smirk plastered on her face.

"Sorry annywyl, but I'm not on your ship anymore. I don't have to listen to you."

"You're still in my house, and I will never live it down if Alfred sees you in here." Arthur hissed. Oliviére crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow, glancing behind him.

"Dude, who's the chick?" Arthur turned around to see none other than Alfred F. Jones, one of the causes of many of his troubles.

"I'm done for..." he mumbled, closing his eyes in exasperation. A gasp came from Alfred.

"Iggy were you about to get-" Arthur's hand shot up to cover his mouth, his own face tinted pink at the thought of what Alfred was going to say.

"Mind your tongue, and your language." He slowly removed his hands, only to see a goofy grin on Alfred's face.

"You were, weren't you?"

"I was not you git! She's just an old friend." As the two started arguing, Oliviére decided to take a good look around the room. She noticed a couple strange looking things, probably normal for Arthur though. She stepped over to the small table next to his bed. Upon it rested a "unique" lamp, a dark reflective and rectangular object, and an object with glowing numbers on it that currently read "13:41". On of the buttons on the top of the latter object was inscribed with the word "radio", another being "snooze", and so on.

She decided to press the radio button, and much to her surpurise, music started to play softly from it. Assuming it was some sort of recording device, she moved on to the smaller, rectangular object. Oliviére picked it up carefully and turned it over in her hands to examine it. Pressing a button on the top, an image appeared in the previously shiny black side. There also was a sequence of numbers below a message that started "Enter Pin".

"What the... wait, it's a number lock. How do I figure it out though..." Pooling her knowledge of the brit, the first sequence she tried was 423. Following was 234, 0423, and 2304. None of them worked. "Well... he was interested in black magic..." 666 proved fruitless, as well as a range of other combinations. After trying for the 43rd time, Oliviére sighed in defeat. She looked over to see Arthur and Alfred still arguing about who knows what, and decided to be blunt.

"Hey Arthur! What's the password to this... whatever this happens to be?"

"1928... wait what?" He turned around to see Oliviére typing in the numbers and her face lit up when the lock screen disappeared. Arthur quickly walked over and tried to snatch the device, though she held it away. "Give my phone back please!"

"Phone? I'm sorry, but I don't happen to know what such a thing would be." She said, smirking slightly. She started pressing things on the phone, seeing various images come up on the screen.

"Oliviére if you do not hand over the device that currently resides in possession of your right hand, I will have no choice but to force you to." He narrowed his eyes at her, though she looked at it in wonder.

"It seems like some sort of... information holding device? Like a notebook or even a library. It certainly is interesting."

"Oliviére-" Alfred stepped over, getting a better look at the girl and interrupting Arthur.

"Hey, you look really familiar..." he squinted at her, though she was entranced as she continued to explore Arthur's phone.

"Now is certainly not the time, Alfred." Arthur glared at him, his mind temporarily distracted from worrying about whatever Oliviére might be looking at. After a moment though, Alfred's face lit up.

"You're that girl that was on Arthur's pirate ship when I was a kid! Wait, how are you still alive?" His face quickly turned to confusion, causing Arthur to sigh.

"It's complicated..." Alfred's eyes widened, assuming she was kept alive by the same means as Gilbert, Kumajirou, and Kiku and Tino's dogs. Seeing his expression though, Arthur felt the urge to slap him.

"She's not immortal. Like I said, it's complicated."

"Then explain it to me so I understand! Otherwise I'll assume you used some of your black magic crap on her or turned her into a demon or something."

"To be honest, I don't actually know. I haven't exactly had the chance to ask Oliviére herself." Arthur narrowed his eyes at Alfred, obviously blaming him because of the interruption he caused. All the while, Oliviére's eyes widened as she suddenly exclaimed in a mix of surpurise and shock, maybe even horror.

"Arthur! What in bloody hell is this?" The boys both looked over to see Oliviére holding out the phone to face them. The image shown wasn't particularly virtuous, and definitely not something you would think a real "gentleman" would have on his cellular device. Alfred burst out laughing as Arthur proceeded to snatch the phone out of her hand.

"That's not mine!" He stuttered, the blood rushing up and heating his face. Looking at the data details, it was from two days prior, when he had been out drinking with Alfred, with Allistor coming along because he thought "It's been a while since I've seen my little brother make a fool of himself after only a couple shots."

"Dude, isn't that the chick that you got completely put down by?" Arthur quickly deleted the photo and looked as if he were getting ready to punch the obnoxious American. Instead, he turned to the statuesque Oliviére, who was wondering what to think of it all.

"I'm terribly sorry that you had to see that. A young lady such as yourself did never be shown such improprieties..." He sighed, bowing his head apologetically. She instantly looked up at him with an expression of annoyance.

"Pardon me? I am a mature woman who can handle a stupid image, not the helpless little Welsh girl you always thought I was! It may have been a long time for you, but not me. I am sick of your male chauvinistic views that hide behind the gentleman act when you're with a woman!" There was a quiet moment Oliviére glaring at Arthur, and he merely looked back in surpurise.

"You just got burned!" Alfred gladly broke the silence, putting a hand on Arthur's shoulder. "I think she can match both yours and Lovino's tempers!"

"Get out." He looked at Arthur questioningly.

"What?"

"I said get out. I need to talk to Oliviére privately for a moment." Arthur turned to look at him in the eyes before he nodded and left. "Sit down please." He and Oliviére sat down on the bed, facing each other.

"To start off, I truly am sorry for not only treating you the way I did, but leaving you alone so suddenly. I hope you can forgive me." She shifted uncomfortably, thinking about what to say.

"Only if you explain. And, only after you explain will I tell what happened afterward. Deal?" Oliviére looked him in the eyes, and he nodded in reply, taking a deep breath before starting.

"Where do I start... I know this will sound cliché, but I acted that way because I couldn't let anyone, especially my crew, think I was soft. As for leaving-"

"Abandoning." Oliviére interrupted. Arthur sighed and nodded.

"-abandoning you, it was to keep you safe. Things were changing, and I would be risking your life if I kept you around... afterwards, I did a few reckless things to make it easy for the Navy to find me, and I enlisted the help of a witch to take away all of my memories since I met you. Just before I was caught, I drank the potion she gave me and was as I was before."

"... was having me around really that terrible that you wanted to-" This time it was Arthur's turn to interject.

"I didn't want the temptation of looking for you."

"Oh yes, because having the courtesy to explain the situation to me would make it too hard to leave me alone." She shot a glare at him.

"Can you honestly say you wouldn't have gone out of your way to find me?" Arthur tilted his head slightly, maintaining a soft expression. Oliviére inhaled sharply, her face turning stone cold.

"I couldn't. The day after you left me, I was kidnapped... And was certainly by people much less 'pleasant' than you." She avoided his gaze, soon deciding to finish her side. "They kept me in a locked room, occasionally coming in to take blood, amongst other things. Eventually, they set me in a pentagram with a wooden box and cast a spell. The last thing I remember is seeing the grinning man whose eyes hid behind the glare of his spectacles, and the soft smile of the woman who always sat by and watched, perhaps instilling more fear in me than the clear insanity of the man." Oliviére looked back up when she finished, expecting Arthur to patronize and pity her.

"...I'm sorry. They didn't hurt you, did they?"

"I didn't say that I would tell you everything." Oliviére looked at him blankly. "Moving on, let's just say that it's all in the past. Nothing can be done about it. It's not as if they're still alive..." Arthur nodded and held his hand out.

"So shall we start anew?" Oliviére chuckled and shook his hand.

"Gladly."

Haliwr - Wanker

Pen pidyn - Dick head

Annywyl - Dearie

Chumpy means crazy

Oliviére was going to say "gorilla's truncheon", which means gorilla's penis.

1928, as far as I can tell, is the year that England turned democratic (it took place over several years I believe, so I went with the last)

Allistor is Scotland

Just to clarify, even though her parents are Welsh, Oliviére grew up in Britain. Therefore, she speaks both languages, she talks like a Briton and even has the accent.

I have been informed that Prussia is alive because a region is still called that, and though that is likely true, I will stick to the following headcanon (partly for the purposes of the story):

All the countries have the option of keeping one thing alive. Japan and Finland's dogs, Kumajirou, and for a while Gilbird. What most don't know, is that it can apply to more than just animals. Most people think Germany keeps his dogs alive, but it's actually Prussia.