This is the part where my faaabulous Pirate vocabulary comes into play. I hope you'll enjoy this chapter, because it has Pirate England, frogs and...? Something more... What is this you ask? Well let's just say, it has something to do with England... And, of course, America...
Tanoshimu!
"Landlubber?" America asked.
"Aye ye scallywag. Now ye'd best be clearin' out o' the Captain's Quarters or ye'll have a one-way ticket to Davy Jones' locker!" England explained.
"E-England what are you-?"
"You said I was grounded, and grounded I be! So clear out before I make ya walk the plank!"
Not wanting to anger him, though also slightly confused by England's sudden pirate attitude, America walked out of the room and shut the door behind him as England had commanded. Then, England's face lit up with glee, knowing that he had fully pulled off being a pirate.
America leaned against the door to England's room silently and sunk down in a melancholy sort of way. He breathed out a deep sigh.
"What happened...?" America sighed. "What happened to the lil' England who always had such a polite way o' speakin'. The England that still liked me..."
America sighed to himself once more, deeply welling over with his emotions.
"Nothing to be done I guess. I suppose he'll be this way forever..."
Then the door opened behind him and America fell backwards and looked up to see an upside down pirate England, holding the door handle in his one hand but his expression was blank and not scowling like a normal pirate would be. America sat up and then quickly scrambled to his feet in a panic.
"O-oh England! Don't mind me I was just... Leaving!"
America did as he said and ran to his room leaving a trail of dust behind him. England just stayed in the door way, shocked by what he had just seen. Though America had tried to hide it, there was an obvious trace of a tear threatening to fall in America's eye.
"America..." England whispered.
He looked in the direction that his big brother had just fled in. Then, taking everything into account, he gave a quick nod as he knew what he had to do next.
And with that, England silently shut the door.
Later...
"Yeah and then he was wearin' this pirate getup and mouthin' off about some pirate talk." America explained.
"I see. I believe zat zis is ze work of Spain. After all, 'e is practically ze only pirate around 'ere." France told him.
"Yeah but that's not the point France. He hates me. He really does. I was a bad brother and he's really upset by it." America cried.
"Listen 'ere mon ami. You are not a bad brother. 'E will get over it. Tell you what: I will take you out for drinks tonight, zat should cheer you up."
"I guess... But I really want him to like me again..."
America had invited France to the house since he really needed someone to talk to about England. France had been giving some very supportive advice but America still was a little upset and worried. After all, it was his first fight with England and he certainly didn't want it to be their last.
Then, something outside of the window caught France's attention. He leaned back to peer out of the window and, since what he caught a glance of interested him greatly, he got up to investigate. Upon seeing what was out there, France chuckled to himself under his breath.
"What's so funny...?" America asked, voice muffled by the pillow that he had buried himself in.
"You will probably want to 'ave a look at zis America. It seems zat your little Angleterre doesn't 'ate you as much as you zink." France explained.
"My angle-what?" America asked as he got up from the comfort of his bed.
America joined France at his side and looked out at the window. America then gasped at what he saw, but France continued to chuckle. The American's face lit up gradually, warmed by the mere sight of what he was witnessing.
Out in the garden was England. But that wasn't all, he was wearing attire similar to America. He had a hat on his head with a loose tie of string hung from it, a red chequered neckerchief, a brown vest and a white shirt. Most of the outfit looked like America, so he was obviously trying to imitate him.
Yes, England was a cowboy.
"So you still zink 'e 'ates you?" France smirked.
"Shut up Francey pants." America grinned.
Then America headed downstairs and outside to join his little brother as France left the two with a happy content smile. Once he was outside, he now saw that England had grabbed a nearby horse and was sat on it comfortably. But the horse was way too big for him and America began to worry.
"Giddy up!" England yelled.
England grabbed the reins and whipped them harshly. As America expected, the horse was off faster than France at a kid's birthday party and England had a lot of trouble holding on. The nation let his worry overflow and then began chasing after his smaller brother. England was now holding on by only one rein and was sure hanging on for dear life.
"America, help!"
"I'll save ya Iggy!" America called.
America ran after the horse desperately, England's grip slowly loosening. Suddenly, though only for a brief second, England's remaining hand fully let go of the reins. As the young boy flew through the air, America dived down for a better chance of catching him, splashing into the dirty mud as he did so. Luckily, England flew right down and straight into his brother's safe arms.
"Told ya." America laughed.
"Th-thank you big brother!" England stuttered as he blushed from embarrassment of having to be saved in such a fashion.
"I did promise didn't I? As long as you're my brother, I'll always be there to protect ya." America beamed.
"And I told you that as long as you're my brother then I know I have nothing to fear!" England smiled.
"Well I guess we kept our promises huh?"
"Guess so..."
"Well, I wouldn't say the same for you because of all your cute screaming."
"Well what did you expect me to do? It was scary up there!"
"You're cute when you're scared."
"Sh-shut up!"
America laughed and England tried to hit him but America was bigger and more experienced so he could easily keep England away without much effort. After a while, England gave up and America looked down at him. He stared at his little brother, taking in all of his features: his messy blond hair, his impressive brows and his beautiful green eyes. But on his face there were several traces of mud and took a while to register in America's brain.
"England! You're covered in mud!" America gasped.
"Well done." England smirked.
"You're havin' a bath." America told him.
"WHAT? But why?"
"No complaints. Just do it."
"No!"
"Yes."
"No!"
"Come on Iggy. For me? It's un-hero like to refuse a bath."
"I don't care about that!"
"Hmm... Well it's not the kind of thing a-er smart lil' gentleman like yourself would do now is it?"
A gentleman. For some reason England liked the sound of that. It sounded prim and proper, grown-up and respectful. All the good, mature qualities- exactly what England wanted to be. even though America had thought of it on the spot, with England it clicked instantly.
"... Let's get this over and done with."
"Okay so you know where everything is!" America called.
America was stood outside of the shut door to the bathroom and inside of the room was England on his own, sitting inside of the bathtub.
"Yeah... I think so." England called back.
"Great! Then get scrubbing!" America beamed.
"...Right."
"Huh?"
"America, will you..."
America immediately froze up as the younger nation fell silent. Obviously he wanted America to finish his sentence but America was too afraid of what the end of that sentence would be. Surely England wasn't implying that he wanted America to help him? That was what America feared and he had a strong suspicion that it might actually be the case.
"You want me to... Help you?" America asked, quietly this time.
"N-no! I-I..."
England was struggling to form his sentence but he obviously wanted America to help him. Wanting to be the hero, America rested his hand gently on the door handle so that he was ready to walk in. But as he did, he imagined the sight of a helpless England sitting in the bath. That was awkward enough having to wash his hair and all but when it got to washing...
"Oh so you're okay on your own then? I'll be downstairs."
So America ran away, avoiding the awkwardness that would come with cleaning his brother. He sat down on the armchair in the living room and rested with his back arched forward and his head in his hands.
"That was pretty un-hero like of me wasn't it...?" America laughed weakly.
Then a knock on the door sounded and America got up to answer it with a puzzled face. After all, not many people called this late and it seemed odd right now. So he opened the door, eagerly wanting to find out who it was and as he opened the old wooden door, there stood his disappointing answer.
"Bonsoir America." France smirked
"What d'you want frog?" America sighed.
"Oh now comparing me to a simple green pond creature. 'Ow original." France huffed.
"Look if you're calling to rant about some guy dumping you then I'm shuttin' this door in your face right now."
"'Ow do you know zat it would be a man dumping me? What if it's a woman?"
"I seriously doubt it."
Hehe. Don't you just love questioning France's sexuality? Personally I love doing it and I hope you guys enjoy it! So! America and France are going out for drinks. What will happen to Iggy? Why was America reluctant to wash him? Will France come out of the closet someday?
England: You know you asked that last chapter too and you still haven't answered that question for us.
Me: ...Find out in the next chapter of As Long as We're Brothers! As long as you're my reviewer, I'll always dodge questions! Oh and I guess I'll update too.
England: Stop ignoring us in the AN's!
Me: Stop breaking the fourth wall!
Sayonara minna-san!
~Neko
