Oki so here we are. April 14th. You all know what happens here. So I wrote a bit of a special one for this date and I hope you enjoy it~
Warning: Death and language and a very minor hint at sexual activity (France)
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Sunday April 14th, 1912.
Walking down to where the Sunday morning service was being held, Arthur straightened his tie and attempted to smooth down his hair. The steward in front of the door handed him a small booklet of hymns and gave him a warm smile. Arthur graciously returned the smile and entered the room. He looked around trying to find a place to sit. On one side of the room he noticed all of the celebrity passengers the other side important ship officials. But what caught his attention was in the middle in the 3rd row, all of the nations that boarded were together. Roderich and Elizaveta were next to each other, next to them was Feliciano and Lovino, after was Antonio, Francis and Gilbert. Then finally his brother, Scott. Scott waved his hand indicating for him to sit next to him. Arthur quickly made his way to his brother and sat down. He took notice that it was Captain Smith that was leading the days service. The Captain held the bible in hand and began reading a passage from Corinthians. He spoke of the pain one has been through over and over. The deeds he had done unto others and how it all came back against him. But how in the end it was God who would always be there to pick him up and rebuild him to be stronger. They would all sing a few hymns before he continued to preach. And at last when he was done, he indicated for everyone to stand up for one last final hymn "Eternal Father, Strong to Save". They all stood and sang the lyrics, some in true passion, others that were faking, and some weren't even paying attention as they sang the words printed in front of them. All ending it with-
"For those in peril on the sea..."
Arthur and Scott walked out and began heading for the restaurant to eat breakfast. As did the other nations, it was then without saying anything that they all decided to sit together. Elizaveta sat as far from Gilbert as she could whereas Arthur tried to sit as far from Francis as far as he could. They all ordered their decided meals and made small chatter on the service they just left. Feliciano began pestering his brother about something he saw in his dream that scared him awake, whilst Francis and Antonio were bugging Gilbert about not talking much. In the midst of this, Arthur took notice of the table across from them. Ismay was speaking to the captain.
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When Ismay approached him, he knew the chairmen wanted something. He asked him to sit with him for a talk in the restaurant after service. When he did so, Ismay went straight to the point.
"So tell me E.J, what would you think of us arriving on Tuesday?" he asked excitedly.
"What do you mean Mr. Ismay?"
"What do I mean? I mean, we should go to full speed. Give the media something to write about. Retire with a bang, ay E.J?" he said with huge grin. Making his mustache look almost straight.
"I don't really see much of a need for it Mr. Ismay. We are making excellent timing." he stated.
"Yes but I say we surprise the passengers and everyone else by arriving earlier. The news is so boring lately you know? We need to give people something to read. Give them a thrill." Ismay tried persuading.
"I'm sorry Mr. Ismay but...I don't want to push her engines just yet..." he tried reasoning.
With a disapproving look on his face he leaned back in his chair and folded his hands.
"Well I am just a passenger and you are the captain. So I suppose its all your decision isn't Captain Smith.." he said, disappointment prominent in his voice.
He stood up and walked out of the restaurant, making the captain feel horrible.
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Breakfast was over and everyone was out. Many decided to stay in where it was warm, whereas a few more adventurous ones stayed out on deck. Scott was with Thomas Andrews going over a few minor problems they found and discussed how to fix it. Arthur, Elizaveta, Roderich and Feliciano were talking to the captain. Lovino had decided to stay in and have a Sunday siesta.
"So this vill be your last voyage Captain?" Elizaveta asked.
"Yes, my dear. I will miss it greatly but I have grown old. And the sea has proven to be a formidable foe as much as its been a companion. I am sure you know how it is Mr. Kirkland." he looked to Arthur.
"Ah yes, the sea is quite a mystery." he said smiling. The captain nodded and looked to the rest of the nations.
"So it will be my time to retire." he said happily.
Jack Phillips tapped the captain on the shoulder and handed him a telegram
"This is a message from a nearby ship. Iceberg warning sir." he said nervously.
"Thank you Phillips." the captain said putting it in his pocket. He noticed the look of concern on the nation's face.
"Oh not to worry, quite normal around this time of year. That reminds me, we're speeding up. 24 knots." he smiled.
They all began talking when Elizaveta saw a certain albino in the corner. She looked back at Roderich and back again.
"Please excuse me, dear." she said putting a hand on Roderich's shoulder and started walking to where the red-eyed man was.
"Eliza..." he started.
"vhat do you vant, Gilbert?" she asked impatiently.
"I vant to know vhy your trying to avoid me, Eliza.." he said sounding hurt.
She willed herself not to hug the man.
"Because Gilbert, I am with Roderich, my husband." She emphasized.
"Oh so hes your husband, big vhoop. That doesn't mean you can just forget I ever existed in your damn life." he snapped.
"But you make things so difficult for us, Gil." she said almost letting her pain show.
"How?" he stepped closer.
She took a few stuttering breaths.
"You always provoke him, and provoking him provokes me. Like the whole thing with Silesia-"
"Stop bring up the damn Austrian Succession. It vas years ago and you kicked my arse in the end." he interrupted.
"And you never gave it back.." she finished.
"Is there any other reason vhy you suddenly hate me?" he asked.
I don't hate you, that's the problem...
"You...you always get in the vay...and try to ruin things for us..." she added.
"Since vhen?"
"like on this voyage me a Roderich vere suppose to spend time together, but you keep showing up and messing vith my fucking head and making me question myself and..." she accidentally let a tear fall. She covered her face with her gloved hands.
"Gott...our marriage is already failing enough as it is and you aren't helping matters...I love him Gilbert but I also..." she stopped herself from saying something she knew she would regret.
Gilbert had a hint as to what she was going to say, and he sighed. He always knew she had feelings for him. This only confirmed it, and despite her tears, he was happy. Pulling her hands away from her face, he cupped her cheek.
"Eliza.." he whispered.
She had shut her eyes tightly.
"Eliza." he said again louder.
Still she kept them shut.
"Elizaveta..." he said slightly more aggressive.
She opened her eyes a little, tears falling down as she did so. Her cheeks burned with a red shade from her anger and embarrassment. But she still looked beautiful in his eyes. He closed the gap between them and captured her unexpected lips. Her eyes widened and she forced herself to try and push him off. But her inner desire stopped her and allowed her to embrace him and kiss him back like she truly wanted to. He pulled her closer and ran his finders through her long hair. She wrapped her arms around his neck, wanting to be muchcloser to him. Just as she had opened her mouth to allow him more access, she heard her name being called.
"Elizaveta? are you alright?" he called out.
Shit was their thoughts.
She quickly fixed her hair and clothes to disguise anything that may seem suspicious while Gilbert quickly ran the other way to avoid being seen by the Austrian. Elizaveta sighed and went to where her husband was.
Right...husband...Gott I'm such a...such a...
Her thoughts got interrupted by her husband grabbing her hand.
"Are you alright, Elizaveta? Your all red." he pointed out.
She gasped slightly but quickly tried recovering.
"Um..i am just...hot is all..." she stuttered.
"Hot? Its 30 degrees outside." Roderich said confused.
She looked down not sure what to say or do.
I kissed Gilbert...
Guilt began to settle into her stomach and she immediately felt the urge to vomit. Before Roderich could help her she ran to the rail and released the contents of her stomach into the ocean below. Roderich ran to his sick wife and rubbed her back murmuring soothing words to comfort her. When in reality, it just made her feel worse.
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"Ah bloody hell!"
"whats up mate?" Bride asked his co-worker.
"The damn machine just bloody broke!" Phillips shouted.
He examined the delicate machine, trying to figure out what went wrong with it.
"Your kidding, right?" Bride asked desperately.
"I wish I was..." he grumbled.
"This is going to take fucking forever to fix!" he yelled.
A knock at their door and more messages sent him off. He slammed the piles on the desk and smacked his head so hard, it left a mark.
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Evening settled in and passengers were mingling and getting ready for dinner. Roderich decided to stay in with Elizaveta to ensure she was well.
"Roderich dear...you can go to dinner, ill be fine honestly..." she mumbled.
He looked at her for a moment with concern. But leaned down to kiss her.
"if you need anything, have steward come for me, I'll be here quickly..." then left.
Arthur was invited to sit at the captain's table as a honorary guest.
Guess that's the perk of being a nation. he smirked
Gilbert skipped out on dinner claiming it "Wasn't awesome enough" for his presence and Francis had found a pretty girl after the service, so Antonio was going to dinner with the Italian brothers. Scott decided to eat with them since his brother was currently being treated as a king by the officials. Everyone was minding their own business and enjoying life. Outside however, a few feet in the air stood 2 lookouts.
"God its bloody cold outside...Hey I can smell ice you know...when its near." Frederick Fleet stated proudly.
"Oh bullocks..." Lee groaned. It was freaking cold out.
"Well I can alright!" he defended himself.
"So when I made the pasta~" Feliciano began explaining his adventures of making pasta again. So Lovino simply ignored him while the Spaniard listened intently. His curl began to twitch a bit and a feel of unease overwhelmed him. He looked at his brother and saw the same look on his face. What was going on?
Arthur was happily chatting with everyone at the table, thoroughly intrigued with the captain's tales of his time at sea. He was going to contribute when he felt a presence with them. Suddenly a voice echoed through his mind
"Beware..." a faint, feminine voice warned.
"Danger lurks in the deep...Beware" it continued.
Arthur felt the blood leave his face and he suddenly felt ill. What was that all about? Beware of what?
Sometimes I envy those who can't see...or hear...
There was a knock at the door. Elizaveta groaned.
"Who is it?" she mumbled
"...Its Gilbert..."
Her eyes widened and she felt like vomiting again.
"Go away!" she shouted.
"Eliza...please..." he sounded desperate.
Against her better judgment she went to the door and opened it. Almost immediately she was pulled into a tight embrace. She couldn't find the strength to fight so she just let him hold her. He shut the door behind him and kissed her passionately. She felt herself giving into the part of her that loved this man and wanted to be with him, while the part of her that loved and would do anything for Roderich was put on the back burner. She opened her mouth as she had done before and he took this golden opportunity and explored the deep caverns as she did the same with him. They both battled for dominance, Elizaveta not willing to let the albino win over her. Her hand tangled into his hair as the other pulled his shirt to bring him closer then he already was, if that was possible. His hands were at her waist as he pushed and pinned her against the wall. She moaned slightly as the dominant side of him began to show. He was about to go for her clothes when thought he heard something.
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Jack Phillips quickly started to send out messages as soon as they got the damn machine fixed. When he was in the middle of a telegram, his headset started blaring out Morse code from a different ship. He flinched and took off the headset
"Bloody hell!" he shouted, putting part of it back to his ear.
"Christ.."
"what is it?" Bride asked.
"Its the Californian..." he said still listening.
It was an Iceberg warning. He put the headset back on completely and started tapping
"Shut up shut up! I am working! Cape Race..." he sent to the intruding ship.
There, that shut them up. Now he can get back to work.
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The night was cold. Well that was an understatement. Something the 2 lookouts knew all to well. Below them on the bridge, officer Lightoller was out also looking out to the sea. Officer Moody had also gone out as did Officer Murdoch.
"Has anyone seen the binoculars?" Moody asked.
"No not since Southampton." responded Lightoller.
"Well they're certainly helpful over there aren't they?" Moody said sarcastically. Murdoch rolled his eyes.
"well I'll be going on my rounds...cheerio." Second Officer Lightoller said leaving.
First Officer Murdoch took Lightoller's place. Back in the lookout's nest, lookout fleet noticed something dark looking over in front of the ship. He made out the shape and quickly rang the bell 3 times and picked up the phone for the bridge.
"Pick up you bastards!"
6th Officer Moody quickly went to the phone and answered.
"Yes what did you see?"
"Iceberg right ahead!" he shouted as the iceberg seemed to be coming closer as each second went by.
"Thank you." was all Moody said and hung up. He sped walk to the bridge and shouted.
"Iceberg right ahead!" he echoed Fleet.
Other officers began shouting
"Hard to Starboard!"
Quart-master Hitchens began turning the wheel as fast as he could until it couldn't go anymore and he held it.
"all over!" the other officers began changing the levers as Murdoch pressed the switch for the water-tight compartments. Below in the engine room, the man in charge noticed the lever change and quickly shouted
"Full Astern!"
he commanded everyone in the engine room to do what was needed to be done while in the boiler room, they were all ordered to shut all the furnaces. Back on the bridge, officer Murdoch watched in suspense as the iceberg came closer. He noticed the ship quickly turning and prayed it would dodge the obstacle completely. Seconds ticked by and the moment they all feared happened. There was a loud screeching as the metal scraped along the large berg of ice, the deck shook at the contact while the boiler rooms were being flooded.
"What is it Gilbert?" Elizaveta asked when he suddenly stopped kissing her, the expression on his face unreadable.
"Didn't you feel that?" he asked referring to the jolt in the room he felt. Before she could ask what he meant, he grabbed her hand and started pulling her out the room.
The shaking of the bed quickly stopped when Francis felt the sudden shake in the room.
He looked around curiously trying to figure out what happened.
"Whats wrong Francis?" the naked women in his arms asked for why the Frenchman had stopped his love making.
"Didn't you feel zat shake in ze room?" he asked her.
"Well know, its kinda hard with the bed moving with your movements~" she said coaxing him to going back to doing what he does best.
As much as he loved to do such sinful things, he needed to figure out what the hell exactly just happened. He got out of the bed and began putting on his clothes.
"I am terribly sorry mademoiselle but that jolt really 'as me worried. You should get dressed to." with that he left the room.
The captain had long since went to his quarters to sleep but was awakened with a loud knock on the door. He opened it and saw officer Moody.
"Iceberg sir." he said straight away.
He went out in search of Andrews. Whilst up on deck, Arthur witnessed everything. He ran to the bridge to figure out what will happen to the ship. Back in the restaurant, Feliciano hugged his brother.
"Fratello..." he said, fear prominent in his voice.
"I know..." he sighed.
Antonio sat there confused.
"What just happened?"
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Arthur, J Bruce Ismay, Captain Smith, 1st officer Murdoch and Thomas Andrews had entered a room and Andrews laid out the blue prints.
"There is water in the compartments as we speak and it keeps increasing, it doesn't matter if we use pumps...it'll be useless." Thomas admitted sadly.
"But the compartments..." Ismay began.
"Look...the berg struck here, already filling the first 5 compartments, and the water keeps moving back and back...theres no stopping it." he sounded panicked.
"So what are you trying to say Mr. Andrews?" Arthur asked.
"I am sorry...but this ship will sink..." he said remorsefully.
Ismay stared at him with disbelief.
"But this ship can't sink!" he shouted.
"I assure you Mr. Ismay, she can...and she will." he said finally.
"How many aboard Mr. Murdoch?" the captain asked.
"2200 souls sir..." he responded.
The captain looked to Ismay sadly.
"/looks like you'll be getting your papers soon Mr. Ismay." the captain stated.
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Violet Jessop quickly knocked on all the doors yelling
"Please ma'am and sirs' get up and put on your life-jackets and report up to the deck immediately!" she shouted and said the same thing to every cabin. She really hoped this was just a precaution. As she went down more hallways she was stopped by Thomas Andrews.
"Please Miss Violet put on a life-jacket you'll set such a good example.." and he continued on his way.
She went to go do exactly what he told her to.
The Allison family had done what the stewards and stewardesses had been saying. Little Loraine held her porcelain doll as her parents and nanny hustled about getting ready to depart to the deck.
"I truly don't see a need to go all the way up on deck if its just a drill." bessia exclaimed trying to put on her gloves.
"Well we must do it. Captain's orders." the older man said putting on his jacket.
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Gilbert and Elizaveta went to the boat deck and found that crew members were setting up the lifeboats.
"Elizaveta!" her heart stopped.
She let go of Gilbert's hand and ran to the direction of her husband.
"Roderich! Oh my...whats going on?" she asked him.
He shrugged and held her shoulders.
"I don't know. All I know is that you need to dress warmly and put on a life-jacket. I think there is trouble with the ship..." he told her quietly.
"We struck an iceberg..." he added.
Her eyes widened and she quickly went to dress warmly this time.
An Iceberg...
Arthur went down the stairs seeing how the deck slowly began being filled with passengers still mingling with their life-jackets. He remembered what Andrews had told him. They had about 2 ½ hours. Only half would survive.
The Italy brothers stood outside with a less than normal look others have.
"Fratello I am scared!" he held onto the older brother. Francis ran and caught the Brit.
"what 'as 'appened.." the frenchmen asked.
"Iceberg..." that alone answered him soon.
Women and Children First.
Ok I lied. The 2nd part will be uploaded tomorrow. Itll be really like long n stuff but right now its late an im exhausted so hope you like this part.
Please review~~