Oki I know this is a bit late but this chapter was hard to write and I have limited internet access. I will be bringing in a few more nations, since ya know, Titanic had a very mixed amount of passengers from around the world. And also I forgot to mention last chapter, I will also write small tidbits in each chapter about actual passengers. (oh and just so you know I kinda feel a bit...i dunno how to say it but ive seen other APH Titanic fics doing the same thing im doing here so I kinda feel...played out? Idk but I saw how much more better those were so I felt AHH BLEH DX so if you could please review so I know im not wasting my time) Now on to the story~

April 11th. 1912. Queenstown, Ireland.

He woke up to a loud sound that sounded like a horn. He got up and quickly put on his jacket and fixed his tie. Attempting to fix his hair, Arthur left his suite and went up to the deck to see what was going on. What he saw was another string of people at the deck, mainly the steerage one, waving and shouting to what seems like land. Arthur checked his watch and saw the time. He had forgotten they had one last stop before going to New York. They were in Queenstown, Ireland. He rubbed his eyes trying to get the sleep out when he felt something hit his back.

"'ello there brotha!" a loud accented voice shouted. He turned around and saw his brother, Scott.

"Scott. What the hell are you doing here?" he asked as he was pulled into a hug.

"Well at first I didn't want to go on but then I thought 'oy, I put my blood and sweat into building this 'ere monster. Might as well sail it me self'' so here I am." he said laughing.

"What ticket did you get?" Arthur said rubbing his shoulder.

"First Class of course!" he said signaling to his nice suit.

"Good...i guess..." Arthur shrugged. He was about to say something else when he heard the 3 most frightening things put together. He spinned around and feared the worst.

"KESESESESESE THE AWESOME HAS ARRIVED."

No...

"Fusosososo~ this is going to be great mi amigos!"

Please no...

"Ohonhonhonhon~ le bad friends trio has united~ ohonhonhon~"

God bloody hell NO!

He groaned and smacked his face.

Why in Gods name would those 3 show up on what was suppose to be the greatest voyage in history? Francis was bad enough but Gilbert and Antonio to?

Arthur groaned in frustration and turned away, heading back to his cabin. It was to early to deal with this madness. On his way back to his cabin, he bumped in to Elizaveta. He quickly stepped back and tried apologizing.

"Oh Elizaveta, I am terribly sorry!" he said giving a bow. She waved it off nervously. Odd, she never looks nervous.

"Its quite fine Arthur. It was my fault I wasn't paying attention.." she said looking around.

Why is she so...

oh.

right.

Sighing he put a hand on her shoulder and smiled.

"Don't worry. He is up on deck with the other 2 idiots." she looked up to him and tried a smile. She squeezed his hand and quickly ran the other direction in hopes of finding Roderich.Shaking his head Arthur continued to his own cabin. He was going to sleep in for a bit today.

"Roderich!" the man turned to see his wife panting, her heels having broke during her trek to find him.

"Elizaveta! Vhats wrong?" he asked quickly grabbing her shoulders. She caught her breath and sighed.

"N-nothing I...i just couldnt find you so I got vorried..." she lied.

"Oh Elizaveta..." he said pulling her into an embrace. "You musn't worry about such a thing. I mean, where on earth would I be?" he cupped her face.

"Yes yes I know..." she tried a laugh.

"Kesesesese lets find something fun to do!"

Elizaveta's eyes widened at the realization of the sound and she grasped Roderich's hand and started pulling him into a different direction, in hopes of avoiding meeting with the albino, ex nation.

"Elizaveta! vhat is the meaning of this?" he asked as the slightly more masculine nation pulled him away from their suite. But instead of answering she seemed more determined to go to wherever it is she was going. After what seemed like an hour, which was only probably 10 minutes, she let go of his hand and leaned back against the wall and attempted to catch her breath. Where were they now? She didn't know, all she knew was that they were, hopefully, far away enough from Gilbert. Closing her eyes, she tried composing herself.

"Elizaveta..." The voice opposite of her said warningly.

She opened her eyes and saw Roderich fixing his glasses and then placing it back onto the bridge of his nose.

"Y-Yes, Roderich..?" she said keeping calm in her voice.

He simply stared at her and crossed his arms, obviously not impressed with her behavior. She awkwardly looked down at her feet and rubbed her head. Guess she better give an excuse.

"I say, stewardress! I aquire immidiate service!"

Taking a breath, Violet Jessop turned back around and put a plastic smile on her face.

"Yes ma'am? What is it I can do for you?" she asked kindly.

"Its about damn time. I have been in need for more tea, I am simply parched!" the elderly woman shoved the cup in her face making the poor girl stumble back slightly. She quickly grabbed the cup and hurried off to receive the woman's tea.

"Honestly, I have seen better service on the Maurtania." she heard the woman say to her companion.

"You would think that on the world famous Titanic they would at the least have decent help." she continued. Violet rolled her eyes muttered something under her breath. Turning back around she gave the woman her tea.

"I am so very sorry for taking only a moment to get your tea, ma'am." she said the last bit with venom dripping in every syllable. The woman merely took the tea and began sipping it.

"i would hope you are sorry." the woman said completely ignoring her presence entirely.

Violet simply left the woman to attend to other first class passengers that would probobly be a little less, pompous, for the lack of a better word. If she was lucky.

Striding onto the deck, mail in hand, Arthur found a steward and went up to him.

"Ah, my good man, would please do me the favor of taking this to the Marconi room and have them send out this letter for me?" He asked handing him the letter.

"Yes sir, but you are aware we have a room for putting your messeges in...?" The steward asked cautiously.

"Yes I am well aware but I honestly feel more comfortable with having someone take it alone and not with a group of other ones awaiting to be sent out." he said with a hint of amusement in his voice.

"Very good ,sir." the steward said simple not wishing to further question his request. Content with his accomplished task, Arthur began heading back to his quarters to get ready for dinner.

Dear Alfred, I am sure you remember that phone call I had made to you about a month ago about me going over to your country. I am currently boarded on the Titanic on the way to New York. Certainly you have heard the beauty this ship is and how grand it is. It is probably the grandest, largest liner ever to have existed. Anyway, I should be arriving about next week. So do expect my arrival.

From,

Arthur Kirkland.

aaaugh im sorry for the shortness of this and the crappiness but like I said, writing about the 2nd day was difficult for me :( idk why though. Oh I added PruHunAus because I just love the love triangle~

Violet Jessop was a first class stewardress who not only served and survived on Titanic, but also on her sister ship Britannic as a nurse. She wrote a memoir and in it she had stated how she had to deal with snobby rich people with ridiculous commands. (its first class whatdya think?)

in queenstown, ireland. The majority of passengers boarding there were third class passengers. Or steerage if you will. Agsin sorry for the late update!

Please review! it would certainly make me happy!