England stormed out of the hut and jumped into the long boat and was screaming orders for them to go back to the ship. He was furious and confused. The men asked no questions and rowed the boat as fast as they could.
Once back on his ship he looked around. No one said a word until he screamed on the top of his lungs at the first mate.
"FIND THAT BASTARD FRANCE!"
"Yes, Captain!"
Storming to his quarters he slammed the door shut and threw himself on the bed with his hands over his eyes.
"Sir! England's ship is coming towards us!"
France looked up from his map. He was searching for something but know he needed to hid the thing. Picking it up he rolled it up and walked down below and opened a little door and slid it in. Walking back up he looked into the spy glass.
Sure enough England's ship was heading there way. "Prepare to fight!"
His crew scrambled to get ready for this new fight but something was off. Looking into his spy glass he noticed their ship had stopped moving.
"What is this?" France said . "They are not coming?"
They waited for hours and England's ship hadn't moved. France was wondering what he was up too. Looked back at his first mate he told him to move the ship East.
They started to sail away, France still looking into his spy glass. Just as he thought, England started to follow. After five hours he told them to stop the ship. They brought it to a stop and England's ship followed suit, still a good distant away from them.
Confused since England would have taken the time to come over and beat the hell out of him already France looked at his crew.
"Any movement, come get me. For now I bid you a good night,"
Once in bed with all his clothes on just in case, France wondered what England could be thinking. It wasn't like him to fallow him around like that and not attack with in the same hour. He closed his eyes forced himself to sleep.
The next day the ship was still there unmoving. So they started to leave thinking maybe everyone was a sleep. No such luck. The ship started to sail when they noticed that their ship was moving. Frustrated, France stood by the back of his ship and watched. He wanted to know what was going on.
He could see England at the front of his ship but couldn't see his face clearly. Standing there he waited for any sign of attack or even a shout or something.
Nothing.
"That's it! Stop the ship! Where is Pirie?"
England started ahead not looking at anything. He had given his crew no reason why they were following France and to be honest he didn't either. Soon he heard a little sound. Looking up he saw France's bird with a note attached to his leg.
Lifting his hand up for the bird to land on, he took the note off. Reading it in his left hand he kept the right one up for the bird to sit on.
The message was simple. 'What do you want?'
"I wish I bloody knew…"
Writing back a note he sent ti back.
France opened the note. "Frog." It said.
There was a long moment of silence.
"You stupid idiot, England! What do you want and did you just fallow me to say frog!"
England could hear him since they were closer but he didn't want to answer. He was afraid of something, but what he didn't know. Instead he got a carrier bird and started to write down a message. He sent if off and then order his men to change routs and head towards a town.
Frowning France read the note. It was in code from long ago but he knew what it was. So, England wanted a meeting?
Very well, then.
After a day had passed his told his crew to change course.
England took off his pirate attire and changed into common clothes. The crew did a good job of making the ship looked like a cargo ship instead of a pirate one. Walking off the ship he had given them orders to lay low for the five days. Restock and get ready for sailing and he would return in five day. After threatening to kill anyone who even thought about starting a fight, he left, disappeared into the crowd.
He found the house he was looking for. It was a good size and empty. Looked up tight. Taking out the key he unlocked it and left himself in.
A day later there was a knock at the door. Rubbing his head he walked towards it and looked through the peep hole. Unlocking it he let the other man in.
"What is it that you want?" France said.
"…" England didn't say anything at first. "Would you like some tea?"
"Non. What do you want?"
"I… uh," England sratched the back of his head thinking. "Have you heard about the woman who can see the future?"
"Oui?"
"Haven you ever thought about going to see it?"
"Non."
"What? Why not?"
France growled arrogated. "Because I rather live it. Now is that the only reason you've been fallowing me?"
"…I'm… not sure why I fallowed you. I just did."
France glared at him and then sighed. "That can not be the only reason England. Now tell me or I'll take my leave,"
With out warning England tackled him to the ground shouting out curse words and hitting him. France responded by throwing him off and hitting him back. The fight was violent like all their fights. But in this one he noticed that England would almost hesitant at some of his punches.
Cussing in French he decided he had enough. He wanted to know what this was all about. Managing to knock England on his back he pinned him down.
"Now tell me what you-"
"Ah~! Get off!"
France flushed. True he had pinned England he just didn't notice exactly how he pinned him. England had tried getting up from being knocked down so now France was pinning him down… with England's legs on either side of his hips and their, well, pressed together.
He looked down and saw England's face bright red and he was struggling which didn't help the situation. Then with out thinking much he pressed harder into the smaller body and shivered at the high pitched voice.
"Oh…~!"
France snapped and kissed England forceful in a heated hate kiss that he knew was about to turn into something other then hate.
And he loved it.
Next chapter is the Pirate! France and Pirate! England lemon!
Now should I have then have their lemon with hate and then slowly love or Realization they lover each other but then try to ignore it? Or have France realize he loves England and England can't come to terms with the fact he loves his hated rival?
