Okay so here is the update. I hope I updated this thing right. I wasn't really sure how to update on . I hope you like it. I DON'T OWN HETALIA! I wish i did though.


The smell of salt burned my nose and roused me from my slumber. I tried to move my hands but heard the clanking of metal. I found myself chained to the wall, eagle spread. The rough feel of a gag of sorts in my mouth, the feeling of some foreign material covers my eyes and robs me of my sight. Where am I? It smells of rotting fish and death. That's when I realized my clothes were in tatters and they were matted with…BLOOD! Oh, wait, that's right, it's my blood. Everything is flooding back to me. That damn British pirate! Arthur Kirkland. A pirate feared throughout the seas. He stole me from papa. I remember everything.

Papa is a strong pirate too! Sadly, when it came time to fight Arthur, he was betrayed by his first mate, Ivan. Arthur had me in his arms when we were leaving papa's ship. Papa stood in front of Arthur. I couldn't hear what he said over the clanking of metal hitting metal, and screams of agony from those who were dying. Arthur quickly handed me over to Ivan. I was barely conscious. Ivan was a strong guy, both emotionally and physically, it took a lot to make Ivan cry. He was carrying my limp body to Arthur's ship. "Why?" was the only question I ask, very weak and meekly. It was so soft you could barely hear my voice. Ivan looked at me. His violet eyes brimmed with sadness, his voice shaking he said "I am sorry Matvy, he has Yao." He let tears fall as he handed me over to one of Arthur's ship hands. I saw them give Ivan an unconscious and bloody Yao. Yao in Ivan's arms they both made their way toward land. Knowing full well my papa would hunt them down and kill them for betraying him. I may have not known much about love, but I do know that Ivan would do anything for Yao. That may not excuse the fact that he betrayed his captain/friend's trust and let Yao's kidnapper take said captain's son, but he truly loved Yao. Kirkland must have known this, I would never blame Ivan for giving me to Arthur. I know not what you would expect, but he was forced in my eyes. My papa on the other hand will not see as I do. I heard heavy leather footsteps walk toward me before I blacked out.

Arthur took me from my bed the night my papa's ship was attacked. He took me upon his ship. I now don't know if my papa is dead or alive. Kirkland never bothered to tell me. I was taken to Arthur's quarters. His room was about as simple as mine. Except he had a bigger bed, and a bigger desk. On his desk there was a sword. The handle was embedded with gold. The silver was made of the finest silver in the world. That sword has tasted the blood of thousands. Captain Kirkland knew no mercy. The minute I was thrown in here I pulled my knees up into my chest and leaned against a corner of his room. I was given some bread and water every day, twice a day. The first night I cried myself to sleep wanting to go back home. Arthur hasn't set foot in his room since I arrived. Silence was my only friend. Silence hovered over me like a safe haven protecting me from this crude reality I have been dropped into. Although one day…one day that silence was scared away.

After a few days (maybe a week?) I heard the creaking of footsteps walk along the deck. The sound of heavy boots. The sound of footsteps sped up. The next thing I know the door of Kirkland's room was hit open, the door that separated me from reality and a dream. Arthur raged in his room, furious over…something. His emerald green eyes scanned the room looking for something, and when his eyes landed on mine, he dashed toward me, his hands grabbed the top of my hair. Pain raged through my scalp and body, I let out a whimper of pain, but I didn't resist when Arthur started to pull me toward his bed. I was paralyzed with fear. He wore a white dress shirt, black pants, and brown leather boots. He had a blood red coat with gold lacing the coat together. His black pirate's hat and coat he discarded as he had walked into the room. He pulled me close to him, he brought his lips to my ear and said "You know, I could never hit my son, but I can sure as bloody hell beat the living ship out of that…that frog's brat!" As soon as he said that I started to struggle out of his grip. He is crazy! His piercing green eyes stared into mine, and all I saw was rage when I stared into his. I was still struggling against his grip, but he easily overpowered me. He ripped off what was left of my shirt and pushed me on his bed on my stomach. I was struggling even harder against his grip. I was rewarded by him pulling me up from his bed and turning me to face him and backhanding me. I froze in shock of what he did. I held my cheek in pain. He then pushed me back on the bed, like how I was before. "YOU don't fight me! You deserve what you are getting! You bloody stupid, selfish brat!" I laid still, as he restrained my hands and feet to the bedposts with rope. There I laid eagle-spread. Then I heard a sound that I have only heard when my papa had to punish one of his crew mates. I was never allowed to watch, but even in the safety of my room you could still hear the screams of agony. My blood ran cold in my veins. I stopped struggling. Arthur realized my change in demeanor. "Do you recognize this implement…boy?" Arthur asked, dominance laced his voice. I responded meekly "yes." It was barely above a whisper. "Louder boy, I don't have all bloody day!" He cracked he dreaded tool. "YES!" I said. Louder, just like he wanted. "What's your name, boy?" He asked me. He sounded like he had a sneer on his face, but all I could see was the pillow in front of me. "Matthew. My name is Matthew." I said. Fear obviously laced in my voice. "What is this Matthew?" He asked me. I didn't have to turn around to know he meant what was the name of the implement. I didn't have to turn around to know what implement it was…the device he held was my papa's. It was held together by a leather handle, and it has what looks like a thousand little strips of leather that was bounded together by the leather handle. It was my papa's dreaded martinet. "ANSWER ME, MATTHEW!" Captain Kirkland yelled. I flinched against the sound of his voice. "y-yes, I kn-know what it i-is, si-sir." I managed to squeal out. "What is it then, Matthew?" he asked a little calmer, but no less aggravated. "A martinet, sir?" I responded. "That's right, Matthew. You see, I could never hit my son, but I can hit you. You are my prisoner, I could do what I wish. Alfred did something very infuriating to me…before I can even begin to speak to him, he must be punished. You, my dear, sweet Matthew look strikingly similar to him…well I won't bore you with details." Kirkland said, obviously with a smirk on his face. I was paralyzed with fear! Was he seriously going to beat me for the transgressions of his son?! After asking myself this question, I heard the sound of the Martinet whip through the air…SWISH, the next thing I felt was a wave of white hot pain, as the martinet connected with my back. I let out an animalistic scream. Captain Kirkland brought the dreaded device on my back over 20 times, and as the martinet ate at my flesh my screams became louder, until eventually my screams turned to whimpers. I was so overwhelmed with pain, I was on the brink of passing out. Then all of a sudden, I didn't feel the pain of the martinet. Captain Kirkland reached over my shoulders and unbounded my wrists, and then he moved to my ankles and unbounded those as well. My face was stained with tears, and I was shocked to see Captain Kirkland's once white shirt was splattered with blood…my blood. I looked into his radiant green eyes, and in the haziness of anger that shrouded his eyes, I saw a glimmer of sadness and regret. "ALFRED!" He yelled toward the deck. Alfred, the supposed hoser who is the reason I was beat in the first place, busted through door. He look strikingly similar to me, Captain Kirkland wasn't lying before when he said Alfred looks similar to me!

The kid had the same honey-blond hair that I had, except that I had mine a bit longer than his and had a stupid curl that hung in front of my face. He had short, cropped hair with a cowlick. His eyes were a deep-sea blue, whereas mine were a violet-blue color. "Aye, Captain Iggy!" He said as he stood at attention. "Tend to his wounds. And how many times do I have to tell you DON'T CALL ME IGGY!" Captain Kirkland said. The cocky smile on Alfred's face faded when he saw my back. "Yes, sir." He said to Arthur. Once Captain Kirkland left, no doubt to get a new shirt, Alfred rushed by my side. "Don't worry dude! I am the hero, and I am going to patch you up." He said. He reached to the bedside and grabbed a bottle of rum. "This is gonna sting a little though, and I suggest biting the pillow. Sorry dude, I don't like to cause pain, but you don't want these to get infected now, do you?" He asked me. Sincerity laced in his voice. I shook my head no. "Good," he said "now hold still, this is gonna hurt." He then proceeded to pour the bottle of rum up and down my back. The stinging heat that the alcohol put on my back felt as if fire or molten lava was being poured on my back. Agony, excruciating pain was all I felt. Even the muffled screams that I screamed into the pillow escaped the room. My cries of pain were heard around the ship. "There, there…its all done. Its all over." Alfred cooed over me reassuring that the torture was done. "You are gonna need stitches for some of these wounds." STITCHES! Was my only thought. Alfred then grabbed a needle and thread that Arthur had on his desk, for god knows what reason. Alfred then proceeded to suture one of my wounds. The needle pierced my back. In and out. The pain wasn't as bad, it was more like a dull pinch. Tears still escaped my eyes, and I was still hiccuping from the sobbing I previously did. After he cut the remaining piece of string, he then bandaged my torso. "What did you do to piss off Captain Iggybrows so much?" Alfred ask. I smiled at the use of him calling Arthur, Captain Iggybrows. "He said he could never hit you, but he could take his anger toward you out on me." I told Alfred, more as an explanation than as anger. He seemed so funny, even though he is the reason I am like this, he helped me. How could I be angry at him? He seemed more like a brother than an enemy. I was still fearful he would get angry with me, so I wiggled out of his grasp and went to the farthest side of the bed. Alfred's sea blue eyes looked watery, like he was about to cry. His mouth was open wide with shock at the news I just gave him. He did something I didn't expect. He pulled me into a hug….

To be continued in the next chapter.


A/N:

Okay so hopefully I will be updating every weekend. I can't do it during the week because of school and the fact that I have drifting internet. I hope you like the chapter...don't kill me for not finishing the scene. And Gilbert should be in the next chapter. I just need to explain what happened to Matthew. Please Review. Thank you for those who did review. See you next weekend! Thanks for taking the time to read my story!

Love, Zen4365