Haha! Well this took a while, it wasn't that I didn't write the chapter...its just been sitting on my bedroom floor for the longest time, and I just didn't type it up. Wow, I'm lazy. Okay, I ended up changing this to M, due to some suggestive material, nothing more. I just wanted to keep it safe.
Two more things, first off, there are a couple OC's to come, the one introduced in this chapter is Xiao, he is supposed to be Hong Kong. Second, I don't hate France, I just simply view him like this at points. I blame other people for influencing this...well...now that that is out of the way, ENJOY MY LOVELIES!
June 20th, 1945
Before the ship had left, and I was sitting there like the small girl I used to be; I was trying to figure out why I had become so flustered when Alfred pushed me into Captain Kirkland. That dick! I had tried to cover my blush by getting mad, but the way the blonde American looked at me gave me the idea that he already knew about it. Hell! I think Alfred is catching onto something that not even I know about. It's just…I can't shake the thought of when my face was in his chest. It smelled so nice, a mix of seawater and cigarette smoke, with a light scent of cologne. What am I saying? Aaaargh! I'm acting like some school girl! Onto other matters. My job isn't like anything I expected. Not only have we not even arrived at the first port, but since I serve as the ships nurse as well, (due to having anatomy skills), I get to treat the stupid idiots that get so many fucking hangovers; plus I also have to talk to people…who knew? Other than that, my assistant is a total…never mind. I'm not writing that down, goes against my moral code. His name is Xiao, and he's extremely quiet and pretty short. He looks Asian, but speaks with a British accent. I'm pretty sure that Captain Kirkland just dumped him on me so that he would stop setting off fireworks. No matter, one more thing, I have sort of an extra job. The sad part is that I work with the creepiest man I could ever lay eyes on, Francis Bonnefoy. Just writing his name sends shivers up my spine. The reason I got stuck with him, and I will not lie, was the amazing smell coming from the kitchen. I walked in to see him cooking, and I thought he looked nice, so I piped up to make one of my glorious Italian suggestions. He turns to me in reply with the fucking creepiest look on his face. He was French, so I wasn't surprised. I left immediately after cussing him out, but Captain Kirkland came up to me with that adorable look and told me that I would be cooking dinner for the crew with that bastard from now on. To sum it all up, my job sucks so far, and I hate everyone on the ship, but now I get to go make some dinner! Splendid!...not.
Lovina closed her journal with a frustrated sigh and stood up from the desk in her room. Since she was a girl, she had her own room next the captain's; why it was next to the captain's, she didn't know. She grumbled while walking into the kitchen and grabbed an apron, avoiding eye contact with the blonde Frenchman as he approached her. "Bonjour mon cherie~! How are you today?" His face got dangerously close to hers, reminding her of how he had been getting weirder and weirder each day of the week. His hand came to rest firmly on her shoulder. 'What is with this guy?'
"It would be so much better if you would get about ten feet further away and allow me to do my job." She glared at him, trying not to spit in his face as his hand started to trail down her back.
"Ohonhonhon, we don't have to start cooking too soon, plus that Italian accent of yours is absolutely adorable." The older male backed her into a wall, placing his hands on either side of her head, his face inches from her own.
"G-Get a-away from m-me." She stuttered nervously as her eyes widened with fear. The blonde simply laughed and buried his nose in her hair when she turned her head to look away. Lovina started shaking with panic when the man kissed her jaw line. She was so scared that she didn't know what to do and a small whimper escaped her throat.
"That noise, so cute, non?" He brushed her hair away and his hand began sliding a little too far up her skirt, when a fist slammed against the wall on the other side of the room.
"FRANÇIS! You take those disgusting dirty hands of yours off of my crew member! That will not be accepted and you are to immediately leave my ship at the next port. I will no longer require your services on this ship!" Arthur stood there with a furious glare on his face. The Frenchman stepped away slowly from the terrified girl with a pouty face.
"Oh, but Angelterre [1], I was just having a little fun." The Brit was not impressed with the excuse and instead walked up to him with a snarl.
"If you don't get out of my sight in five seconds, I will make personally sure that you swim the rest of the way home with the sharks!" Arthur held his stare as the other flustered around a little.
"But I…uh! Arthur, you can't do this to your only lover-" This sent the commander over the edge, causing him to clock the other in the jaw. "Ow! What was that for?"
"GET OUT NOW OR I WILL SHOOT THE BLOODY SHIT OUT OF YOU RIGHT NOW!" The younger Italian's eyes widened at Arthur's angered voice. She gulped and allowed the hair to fall over her eyes as Francis hurried out of the room. The captain walked over to Lovina, his features softening as he knelt before her. "I'm so sorry, I should have been more careful, knowing his past behaviors and all. Are you okay?" She nodded slowly, trying her best to look strong. The Englishman looked at her, a bit unsure and stood while patting her on the shoulder. "Well, I'll let you have the rest of the day off in your cabin, and I'll bring you some food later." She nodded again without a word and quickly turned to leave, but she could still feel his stare as she left the room. Lovina sped up her pace and almost sprinted to her bunker. When she was in the safety of her room, the Italian immediately fell to the bed and started sobbing into a pillow. She had never been so scared, but the brunette made sure to still her cries after a few minutes; afraid that someone might hear.
"Oh Feli…" She whispered to herself after sitting up in a balled position. "…I hope you're safe and happy." It was about a half an hour later that she heard a knock at her door.
"Are you in here?" The door opened and she quickly stood up with a salute. This caused Arthur to shake his head slightly as he set a tray of food down on her desk. "At ease soldier." She sniffled and sat down at the desk, twirling her finger in a piece of hair.
"Grazie…for helping me out and bringing the food. I really hate being so weak and defenseless…I didn't know what to do." She said this with a stern and serious voice, making sure she didn't waver. Taking a few bites of the food, she felt the stare of sympathetic green eyes boring into her.
"Miss Vargas, you don't have to say that. I don't expect you to take responsibility for everything. What Francis did was not your fault in any way and I will make sure that he is not on this ship by the time we leave the next port." He pulled up a chair and sat facing her, his hands on his knees. The blonde could make out the faint quivering of her lip as she swallowed a mouthful of food. It was obvious that the young Italian was trying to hold back much wanted tears. Arthur continued to watch her even when her big brown eyes began to water over. Lovina started shaking again as stifled sobs escaped her.
"M-Mi dispiace, I-I didn't m-mean for you t-to see me like this. [2]" He shook his head again and leaned over to pull the brunette into a hug. She continued to sob into his shoulder. "I-I was s-so scared…" He shushed her while rubbing her back. The Brit, after only one week, had never thought he'd see the tough, cold-hearted teen break down to such a state. It made him think that there was much he had yet to learn.
He moved onto stroking her hair when she began to cease her crying. He didn't know why, but it hurt him to see her like this. It was only once before that he had cared so much about someone, and it made him feel somewhat happy to be holding her. He pulled her away from his now wet shoulder when he heard the other snoring lightly. She had fallen asleep, and he found it cute. The way she looked when he pulled off her boots and tucked her into the bed simply added to the effect. Arthur then quickly removed the hair band from her head and set it on the nightstand next to the bed. Hesitantly, before leaving, and since Lovina was asleep, he leaned over and planted a soft kiss on her cheek. He looked over to the tray of half eaten food with a sigh. "She didn't get a chance to finish eating…she'll definitely be hungry in the morning." He picked up the tray and exited the room both a melancholy look on his face.
Author's Note:
[1]- Did I spell this correctly?
[2]- Pay attention to this line, you will see it again...a lot...or maybe at least once more, I haven't quite decided yet.
Well, thank you for reading, reviews are greatly appreciated and stuff.
