LATE LATE LATE THIS IS SOOOOOOOO LATE DX. Ima try to update this twice to make up for missing dates. For sure when April 14th comes around ill update this on time (despite the fact I have work that day XC) it will be an extra long chapter since I know exactly what I want done for it and there will be a ton of action and drama and...hell its the damn sinking what do ya expect?
Inukai44: Yes I know about Eva Hart :) I had actually done quite a bit of research on her a few years ago. She will be included in the April 14th chapter.
LucyMoon1992: OH MY GOD YOU REVIEWED O.O I simply love your work! So you saying you liked it really makes me happy! and Titanic has been a huge part of my life! I saw it when I was 3 (when it first came out on VHS) and 6 years ago I began researching the actual ship! Lol so I hope I don't disappoint ;P
Now on to the story~
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April 12th, 1912.
The early morning chill of the Atlantic Ocean wasn't enough to deter Arthur from strolling the deck hes grown to love oh so much. Rather, it made him more determined to stay up and continue to take in the sea air. He asked a passing steward for a blanket and a cup of hot tea. Finding an empty deck chair, he sat down relaxing with his tea. He closed his eyes and took a deep inhale.
I can get used to this...
he opened his eyes again and smiled, taking a sip of his tea.
Yep, I'm used to it.
He lied back and closed his eyes again, the warmth of the cup in his hands helping soothe his mind. Everything was quiet, save for the small chatter from other passengers and the sound of the ocean moving underneath them. He had his own personal deck but oddly enough, he enjoyed being on the deck everyone else used. He didn't like being around other people. If anything he hated it. However, here he didn't mind it as much.
Guess that's the effect this ship could have on people. He thought.
Yes, everything was at peace.
"Oh angleterre~ Bonjour!"
Damn...
The Frenchmen bounced towards the Brit with Antonio and Gilbert following. His normally wavy hair having been put into a ponytail for the sake of looking somewhat proper. As he sat next to Arthur, he blew a kiss to a few young ladies going on a walk. They looked and giggled while continuing to go by. Arthur simply groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose. Why is it every time he got to relax in peace, these 3 always managed to ruin it? Its a curse he had to deal with for hundreds of years.
"Oh Arthur, zis ship eez absolutely...oh I am speechless! Its rather odd zince you yourself are zo..." he thought of a word that might describe is life-long rival
"Hmm I am afraid zere eez no proper word to describe your crabbiness and bland lifestyle and-"
"yes yes I get it you bloody frog!" he cut off the taller blonde.
"Oh Angleterre~ you 'ave wounded my heart!" he fained pain.
As the two continued to argue, Antonio and Gilbert were busy looking out at the sea, bored out of there minds. Well Gilbert was anyway.
"Hey we need to do something fun! This is so not awesome. Like seriously." the red eyed man complained. Antonio smiled.
"It isn't that bad you know, Gil. Its the Titanic, The Floating Palace! The Millionaire's Special!" he paused thinking of another name its been referred as.
"The Ship of Dreams!" he said throwing his arms in the air for effect. Gilbert just stared at him with a bored expression.
Before he can come up with a smart remark, something green caught his eye. He quickly turned to his left and saw the one person that might make this voyage less boring.
"Elizaveta..." he whispered.
"What was that amigo?" Antonio looked to him curiously.
"I'll be right back..." he said and sped off"
Antonio blinked for a moment wondering what just happened. He shrugged and looked back to where Francis is. The Frenchmen was sprawled on the ground from a punch he had just received from the smaller nation. He blinked again and simply went to help his friend.
"i swear I have every right mind to have the Man At Arms come and have you arrested for the rest of the voyage!" the Brit yelled turning red. He turned to gather his blanket as the Spaniard pulled his friend from what could become a dangerous situation. As Arthur was about to leave to the restaurant, a steward came up to him.
"Ah excuse me, Mr. Kirkland?"
"yes?"
"you have a telegram sir." the steward said handing him the paper.
"Ah yes thank you." he looked to the piece of paper and read.
Dear, Arthur. Yea I remember you telling me something about that. And its totally cool! Hey! If you want you could totally stay at my house, dude! I've got a house in New York that's not to far from where the ship will land! Oh and I heard that the ship is HUUGE! But soon no one is gonna use ships! Cuz my country will make airplanes! We've already got a few functioning ones! Soon everyone will fly to wherever! Well anyway! See ya when ya get here!
From, Alfred F Jones.
Grumbling about the American's comment, he folded the message and placed into the inner pocket of his jacket. He looked to his watch and saw that it was only 11:00. with his morning basically ruined and only an hour to lunch, he decided to further explore the ship outside of just first-class accessible areas. He started to the bridge in search of a certain someone that would allow him permission to roam around. On his way there he found just the man he was looking for.
"Oh Mr. Andrews, just the man I was looking for!" He said barely hiding his excitement. Has he ever been this excited for something? Oh well.
"Why hello Mr. Kirkland. How have you been?" the grey haired man asked giving the Brit a tired smile.
"I have been great thank you. So I have been wondering, if its ok with you Mr. Andrews...i would like to further...explore this ship. I have been in the first-class sections since we boarded and..forgive me but I am really curious about the rest of the ship." Arthur said shyly.
"You see, I have always been around war ships of all kinds. And ocean liners have never truly caught my interests until White Star came around. However I was never able to thoroughly enjoy those voyages nor did I have the desire to but this ship..." he paused looking around him, examining the beauty of the ship yet again.
"This one is different...and I truly want to know as much about it as you do, Mr. Andrews.." He said finally.
Thomas was silent for a moment considering what the nation just told him. After a moment he smiled.
"Of course you can Mr. Kirkland. If anything I would be more than happy to give you a thorough tour. What kind of man would I be to keep a nation from observing the world's largest ship?" he chuckled.
Arthur smiled probably the widest smile he has in years.
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"Elizaveta!"
The brown haired woman turned to see who had called her name, only to meet with piercing red eyes. She stumbled back slightly and gasped. She needed to run, she needed to get away from the ex-nation. Before she could make a move he took a step closer so that they were an inch away from each others face.
"Elizaveta..." he said again quietly
"Gilbert...vhat are you doing here?" she asked not knowing what else to do. He had her cornered, and the longer he stayed there the less she wanted him to leave.
"Just here spreading mein awesome, ya know." he said, smirking. His expression quickly turned into that of a more serious one.
"I think the better question is...why are you here..?" he asked looking into her eyes.
She tried stepping back to create some space between them, lest she get sucked into his gaze. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her closer.
"I am here on a small vacation..." she said slowly freeing herself from Gilbert's grasp.
"With Roderich..." she added. The blank look on Gilbert's face told her he didn't understand.
"You know...Austria...? My husband...?" she said getting a little annoyed.
Still nothing. She sighed, trying to keep herself from punching the albino.
"Remember when you invaded Silesia...that was his vital land..." twitching at the memory of the war.
The silver haired man let out a laugh and put his hand on her head and smirked.
"Of course I know, Roderich. I'm just messin with ya Eliza." he said letting out a chuckle.
"what I can't wrap my head around though is..." he gestured to her long, slightly frilly green dress.
"Why you insist on vearing such...feminine...clothes still." OK she was about 2 seconds away from kicking him and just walking away. But decided to try to be civil.
"Vell I'm sorry, Prussia, but I am sort of a vomen you know. Its only right I vear what's proper."
"Proper? Eliza, ive known you since ve vere children! It isn't like you."
She looked to the wall behind him, trying to avoid eye contact.
"I bet its because of Austria that your all dolled up, right? Since your married to such an aristocrat hes probably makin' you look the part of a woman of vealth, huh."
Growling she pushed him out of the way and began walking away. He quickly grabbed her hand to stop her.
"Leave me alone, Prussia." she said menacingly.
This caught Gilbert off guard. She only ever called him his nation name when she was pissed off with him. He let go of her and watched her walk away. Before going up the stairs; she stopped to look back to him.
"And who's to say I 'doll up' because of Roderich?" she said quietly. Then continued to walk. The nerve he has! What did she ever see in him anyway?
Maybe I was right for marrying Roderich after all...
She paused in step and shook her head.
Of course I'm right for marrying him! Yes it was a political situation originally but I loved him before then and he loved me..
Yes so she wasn't wrong in anything. Gilbert is just messing with her head and she shouldn't pay any mind to it. Yup she will just ignore the albino's existence all together for the rest of the voyage and probably the rest of her life.
If only I have the strength to...
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"oi, Phillips!" the younger Marconi operator called as he entered the little room.
"What is it, Bride?" the older operator asked keeping his focus on the machinery.
"I brought you some scones, just so you don't starve working on that bloody thing." he said placing the plate next to the busy man, whilst he went onto his bunk.
"I won't starve you wanker. I am just doing my job."
"yea well your always doin your job, to much quite frankly. Your going to end up working yourself to an early grave." he laughed.
"I don't ALWAYS just do my job. Its just all these damn passengers feel the constant need to message those they'll see in a week! Its bloody ridiculous!" Phillips said, putting away a finished telegram.
"you should be used to this by now huh, Jack?" Bride teased.
"yea yea yea." he got up and took off the headset.
"your shift." he said eating the scone.
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"Here Mr. Kirkland, is the boiler rooms." Thomas Andrews told the inquisitive Brit.
"Now I don't recommend being here for to long since as you can probably tell, its really hot. But here is what fuels the ship and keeps her moving."
Arthur looked around, it wasn't all to different from the boiler rooms of the war ships he's had. They both had muscular men covered in black soot and sweat, shoveling coal into the furnaces. The only difference was that their were more here, given its size.
As they went back up to the deck, Arthur came to an odd realization.
"Mr. Andrews?" he asked
"Yes Mr. Kirkland?" the grey haired man stopped in mid-step. So far the nation had asked detailed questions on what he saw and Thomas has been more than happy to share such details.
"I have actually been counting the lifeboats, and I remembered the amount of people we have aboard and, I'm afraid I must mention, there doesn't seem to be enough for everyone on board" he said hoping he wouldn't offend the man that has been nothing but kind to him.
It didn't seem likely for he simply chuckled.
"For about half maybe. I had actually wanted to put more honestly but it was concluded by some, that the deck would look to cluttered." he said almost nervously.
"No need to worry though, Mr. Kirkland. I have built ye a good ship. Strong and true. She is virtually unsinkable. We won' even need these lifeboats." he said using his cane to hit one.
Arthur simply smiled and continued to follow the managing director.
Yea...unsinkable.
FFFFFFFFF- HAHHAHAAAAAA...FINALLY DONE. ITS NOW 1:31 HERE IN THE GOOD OL' US OF A AND I AM TIRED. I'm uploading this tomorrow (the 14th) along with the chapter of the 13th. Then sometime at night (within the time frame of Titanic's sinking) I'll upload the April 14th/15th chapter. Like I said, its gonna be extra long and speshiful with a huge mixture of stories between actual people and nations. I just realized I haven't mentioned the Italy brothers again yet so...ill probably give them a bit of a spotlight next chapter. (its really hard to write Spain and Romano in the same fic without making it SPAMANO BC)
Titanic was given many different nicknames by the media before her voyage. My personal favorite is "The Floating Palace." though her most popular name is "The Ship of Dreams."
Also I wanted to make England ask for a tour of the ship just so I could have an excuse for him to say something about the lifeboats (someones gotta point it out!)
The 2 men speaking were Marconi Operators Harold Bride and Jack Phillips. Jack was a senior I believe in working on the machinery and Harold was younger than Jack. These guys are kinda my heroes~ But Marconi machines were used to send telegrams so many first-class passengers always had messages to send so these 2 guys are always busy :P
Now with the whole...love triangle thing...i made it so that Hungary is with Austria (since in this time period Austria-Hungary was one country still) however she still harbors feelings for Prussia. But Prussia is Prussia so he could be a bit of a...Jerk? Idk (I love you still! 3)
so yea please review~ and thank you for reading
