Chapter 6: Peter Pan caught by Davie Jones

The alarm clock rang …

She groggily woke up, hiding her head among the countless pillows of her king size bed as she tried to ignore the persistent ringing of her alarm clock. Her hand slammed against the snooze button before dropping to the side of her bed like a lump of dead flesh. Soft breathing against her skin sent her shivers and she quickly retrieved her hand back and finally, opened her emerald eyes.

"Who the fuck set up that alarm?" She growled while glancing at the clock. 10 am. She should wake up.

Almost in slow motion, she dragged her feet to her en suite bathroom and showered. On her way, she nearly tripped over the large form of a cat and earned a low growl of discontentment from the animal, which she ignored anyways. Once refreshed and cleaned up, she went about to fetch her clothes. It's been a while since she's worn those. With a smile she took out from her wardrobe the new blue dress Alistair had bought her. She liked it. It definitely was her style. Laying the dress aside, she searched for some under-garments. Her eyes narrowed and a displeased clicking of her tongue showed her unpleasant surprise at the new bras and underwear in her drawer.

"North … I am going to bloody kill you." She spoke coldly as she picked up a black lacy bra that she had seen on strippers but wouldn't dream to wear herself. She tends to prefer a plain white bra with no frills, laces or anything on it! Boring, maybe but that's because she's not used to fancy girly things. And Northern Ireland should know that by now! Oh god, she even bought the underwear to go with the bra! Kill me now …

"Where are my old ones? Did she sneak into my room yesterday and changed all of my clothes?! If I get my hands on her …" The blond girl hissed threateningly.

It was obvious that she would have to wear one of those new underwear. Bloody Fantastic! It's not like anyone was going to see under her dress so what's the point of wearing those … things? Sighing, she resigned herself and slipped on her black lacy underwear and bra. She judged herself in a mirror. Not bad. Good thing she didn't put on any weight since last time.

Not particularly tall but with voluptuous curves and feline movements, she had a pearly white skin that easily caught sunburns and it really annoyed her. She'd like to be able to tan like the others and have a caramel skin like Portugal … Oh well! At least she doesn't have any freckles like North or Ireland. Scot had a few too but not much. Her slender fingers traced down her body, drawing out the few scars it still held. She had been in so many battles, and even thought time had healed so many injuries, some scars remain. Like the white line that crosses down her chest. It faded with time but she could still feel and trace it with her fingers. The line slightly paler than her own skin colour was all that's left of an old gapping wound caused by none other than her dear brother. Oh, no worries, she had given him just as many wounds as he had inflicted on her. Violent bloody fights. That was all they had. Good thing it's over now. She hated those times of wars.

Her fingers trailed down her many tattoos. First the golden shadow of a lion on the hunt that slid down her hip, the black reproduction of a skull wearing the British Jewelled Crown on her ankle, an electric guitar with the union jack painted on it crossed on her lower back, just above the jean waist. Along with two old fashioned, with Celtic characteristics, reproductions of wings that expanded on her back and on her shoulder blades. And finally, a blooming red rose on her left shoulder with its thorns circling down her neck and arm all the way to her wrist. She let her fingers linger on the rose. Through the intricate pattern of petals was hidden a Celtic seal only noticeable by touch as it was burned deep into her flesh permanently. And behind that seal … She traced the burnt skin, memories resurfacing from long ago.

Shaking her head, she cleared away all negative thoughts of her past. The past is gone and sealed away. Now's not the time to remember. Her emerald eyes looked at her reflexion once again, observing herself after one year. She didn't change much, nor did she expect herself to change. After all those years, she would be surprised if she changed. One would think she looked like a mid-twenty year old woman when in fact she was centuries old. But not a country. Well, strictly speaking not a country anymore. Her. As she is, she doesn't exist.

Brushing a hand though her short blond hair, she noticed that the golden messy mane was already growing and reached to below her ears. Someone had been messing with her hair again. Why did they want to impose long hair on her? Every time she leaves the place she has to get it cut! Every damn time!

"Well, my eyebrows aren't growing like my hair." She smirked traced the thin elegant line of her eyebrows. Not at all like her brothers, but that's because as a girl she doesn't have thick eyebrows. She did have the deep emeralds and was glad about it. The same eyes as her mother.

"Alright, I should get dress." She concluded her body examination and moved to fetch herself a pair of tights. Apparently Fiona had also changed those too. Although this time, she was impressed by her sister's choice. Smirking, she slipped on the stripped black and blue ones and went to fetch her shoes. Again, North had thought it wise to throw out the old stuff and buy brand new. How do you walk in those? No, better question: How do you even put them on?! And those boots … that's not even a heel, that's a needle! How can you even stand up, let alone walk?

Cringing, she left aside Fiona's new purchases and went to find herself her old pairs of shoes. Maybe old fashioned but she liked them and they were comfortable! And North didn't have time to throw them away yet! Thank god!

The woman smiled in relief as she pulled out from the far corners of her wardrobe a old pair of leather black boots and dusted them off. Worn out and old, they looked out of a vintage shop but they are in fact originals. Slipping them on, the boots reached mid-way to her knee, and had laces on the side to keep them still on her slender legs. Now, all that's left is the dress. She smiled at the new blue dress. Alistair always bought her blue. It started off as a tease because he was giving her clothes of the colours of the Scottish flag but she soon grew fond of them. Oh, she had other clothes and of various colours but she always kept a blue dress. Her only dress. Yes, because, as said before, girly stuff and dresses aren't really her thing!

Before she could put the dress on, she heard a sudden noise from downstairs. Frowning, she dropped the dress aside and slipped on some dark joggings before exiting her room. She forgot her top. Not that anyone should care in this house. Her siblings had left late last night and Al early this morning. She should be the only one here. Well, the only none creepy, magical, beyond normal presence around here. As she dashed down a corridor, frowning slightly when she heard panicked screams, she bumped into a crying Sealand, a scared to hell American yelling his lungs out, a panicked Prussian and a freaked out North Italy sobbing like a little girl. She hit the ground as she received the full weight of Sealand, America and Italy all latching on to her like a life line. Prussia seemed the only one still able to think straight and his eyes widened in shock when he saw her. He quickly averted his eyes away, red blush covering his face.

"What the bloody hell …" She breathed out then realised that Alfred, Feliciano and Sealand were only just realising that they had jumped on her, all had a deep flushed face and all were trying really hard not to stare at her inviting chest. About then, she remembered that she wasn't wearing a top. And she screamed.


Hours earlier …

Feliciano woke up, his head pounding and his stomach growling from hunger. He looked around, expecting to see his room and himself in his bed back in Rome. He did not expect to see a pirate with a crooked smile waving a hook around while chatting idly with flashing moving lights. Nor did he expect being chained to a mat on a ship in … in a bright orange room with no gravity and in which the ship floated like a cloud … the ship and the waters underneath and around it. Floating. In an orange room. A big orange room. A massive orange room. With a giant chandelier made out of countless jewels and crystals and a ceiling painted with a night's sky at sea, showing stars and constellations with a lazy fog rising … wait … is the fog getting thicker? Is that painted ceiling actually changing? What the hell is going on?!

Looking around in sudden panic, Feliciano saw America unconscious and chained to the mat next to him. Sealand was also unconscious but her was tied with roped and laying at the pirate's feet. Said pirate suddenly noticed his awoken prisoner. With an evil smirk he walked towards the frightened Italian, his wooden leg resonating against the wooden deck with every step, and brushing his thick black beard with his calloused hand. A pistol clicked in the other before he pointed the gun at the nation's forehead. Feliciano trembled, cold sweat rolling down his temples and his voice going mute from fear. Never before had he been so intimidated or scared. Sparkles of amusement shone in the sadistic dark eyes of the pirate as he leaned forward, alcoholic breath hitting Feliciano's face when the man spoke.

"Awake now, are we? So lad, care to explain what business you might have in our home?"

"V-Ve … I'm sorry for intruding! Please don't kill me! I have family in … in … in anywhere you like but please don't hurt me! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to! Whatever I did, I'm sorry! Scusa! Scusa! Mi dispiace! I promise I won't do it again!"

The pirate's smug face turned disappointed and annoyed. He had hope the lad to be more resilient and actually try to put up a fight. What is this wimpy kid? How boring. And here he thought he could get some entertainment. It's not every day you get visitors around here! The man clicked his tongue, silencing Feliciano's pleads instantly with a glare.

"You bore me, kid. Wake up the other ones. I hope they'll be more entertaining." The pirate barked and Feliciano saw the waters supporting the ship move and shower Alfred and Peter, waking both of them in a shock and scream. America looked around, very much as surprised as Feliciano except he wasn't scared but amazed. Peter was just as fascinated until he noticed the scary pirate and instantly tried to coward away. He would have if he hadn't been all tied up. Alfred finally seemed to notice their situation and his own chains. He grinned, expecting them to easily break under his strength. They didn't budge. Alfred's shock soon got overcome by angry frustration as he tried to break the chains but in vain. The pirate all the while watched them struggle as he laughed loudly and cruelly. Oh, this is more like it! Struggle until your last breath!

"You can try all you want, lad, but those chains ain't going to break." He laughed at Alfred's furious glare.

"There is no chain I cannot break!"

"First time for everything."

"W-Who are you?" Peter squealed and suddenly shut his mouth when the pirate's dark gaze narrowed on him. Said pirate smirked sadistically while licking his lips.

"Ever heard the tale of Peter Pan, little boy?"

"… You can't be …" Sealand muttered in realisation and his eyes widened in panic. Alfred and Feliciano only frowned in confusion and the pirate simply laughed.

"Oh, don't worry yourself, Bell!" the man chuckled as he addressed one of the moving lights. Upon deeper watching, Feliciano realise that they weren't lights but fairies. Tiny humanoid beings with glowing wings. One of them had deep green butterfly wings and was seemingly talking to the Pirate Captain. The man frowned, glanced at the nations, then back at the fairy.

"Why should I do that? Intruders are to be dealt with. You know this, right?"

More fairies joined in the conversation. Their voices were so high pitched and quiet that Feliciano only heard them as a broken whistle from a distance.

"Ladies, ladies, there is no need to argue over this. Look, Bell, I'm not stupid enough to kill them, even if you think so. And tell your pals that I am not going to cut out their tongues although I agree it's a good idea. I'll just torture them al little bit, try not to leave too many scars and then you guys can fuck up their mind and memory all you want!" The Captain concluded with a cruel smile and made even America shake in fear.

"H-Hey! O-Our minds? T-Torture? What the hell are you talking about? And where is this place and who are you people and what the fuck is going on? Where's England?"

A knife flew towards America and missed his eye by a few millimetres as the blade lodged itself in the wooden mat just above Alfred's ear. Freezing in fear, his heart slamming in his chest menacing to break out of his rib cage, Alfred heard the drumming of his pulse louder than any other sound as he stared into the dark hateful eyes of the Pirate.

"Never speak that name in my presence again." A low threat escaped the man's voice as he casually took back his knife and made the cold blade brush past Alfred's cheek. Angry excited shouts were coming from the winged creatures but not directed at the Pirate. They were all glaring at America. The green Fairy named Bell flew towards the chained prisoners. Feliciano saw that if she looked human from far away, from up close, she had nothing human at all. Two arms and two legs but that was about it.

Her scaled skin was of the same shade as her emerald wings, legs longer than normal and clawed fingers, each hand and foot holding only three fingers. Her face looked more reptilian with sharp teeth and instead of hair, she had a skin crowing her head like some lizards would to intimidate. Her big golden eyes made Feliciano feel like she was staring into his mind. Little squeals escaped her mouth as she talked but the words were spoken into the nations' minds.

"Intruders are not allowed. You will all get your memory erased but first, Hook will take care of you." She smiled and her smile looked scarier than that of the Pirate.

"First, let's start with the boy!" The man chuckled as he hooked onto Peter's sailor shirt and lifted him up. The boy screamed in fear as e was tossed around and thrown towards edge of the deck where a plank awaited him. Eyes wide in fear, Peter started to cry.

"Leave him alone! He's just a kid! You can't do that!" Alfred yelled, for the first time in his life he was powerless … and he hated it. Hook's smirk grew wider.

"So? You're nations. Even if he's a kid, he's not unused to war. Well, I assume so. If he is ..." Hooking Peter's shirt once more and pulling the boy near his face, the pirate hissed his next words, the smell of rum invading Peter's space. "… then he's one spoiled brat."

"I-I'm not … a full nation … I've never … been to war …" Peter coughed and cried, his breath cut short from the pirate's grip on his clothing, closing onto his neck and making it hard to breath.

"Really now … and what might you be if not a nation?"

"M-micro …"

"Aye, I noticed you were runt."

"He's a micro nation, bastard!" America answered for the boy, panicked as he saw Sealand struggle for breath. "Let him go, you're strangling him!"

"Think I didn't notice, smart mouth?"

"LET HIM GO OR I'LL KILL YOU!" That only made the pirate laugh more.

"Aye! I'd like to see you try. You can't even free yourself. Here's a piece of advice, kid, don't go threatening the one who holds a blade to your neck."

Immediately Alfred felt the cold metal against his neck. Looking sideways he could see the large curved sword but nobody holding it. It just floated, threatening his life of its own accord as if the pirate had willed it.

"You won't get away with this." Alfred hissed darkly, ignoring the trinket of blood seeping out of the cut the blade caused on his neck as he struggled against it. Hook grinned darkly, shoving Peter to the side where the boy hit his head against the deck and cried in pain, holding his now bleeding head. The man walked towards America and hooked his neck, moving aside the sword.

"Actually, I will. Because you won't even remember this. Me, them, this room, this place, nothing. You might not be lucky enough to remember your own name once we are done with you."

"I won't let you! What have you done to our friends?"

The Pirate's face showed surprise followed by a dark frown.

"Friends? There's more of you? That's not good. Bell, go and warn everyone. There is more intruders. They mustn't get anywhere near the Mistress."

An agreeing squeal answered the man's order and the fairies parted away, flying out of the room through the floating door not far away. Alfred's eyes lingered on the door as he tried to think of an escape route to reach it. The pirate seemed to have read his thoughts.

"Don't bother, none of you are getting out. And I might actually start with you rather than the boy. A micro nation … really? Didn't know that could exist. So I'm guessing you two are full nations?"

"I am! I'm the United States of America! And Feliciano is North of Italy."

The pirate's expression darkened as he heard America's name. Then his black eyes narrowed on Feliciano, sceptic and again disappointed.

"North? North of Italy. So you're not a full nation either? What is that? Can anyone become a nation nowadays? This is ridiculous!"

He was interrupted by a sudden loud scream and a body being thrown into the room. Feliciano recognised the snowy white hair of Prussia as the man fell into the room. The Pirate sighed and motioned the waves to catch the falling man and drop him soaking wet on the hard deck, coughing and cursing.

"Damn it? What the fuck was that? So not awesome! And where the fuck am I now? Uh?" Prussia's intense red eyes met the cold black ones of Hook. Instantly he was on his feet into fighting position, earning an impressed look from the pirate.

"Finally someone who can fight. I was starting to wonder if the world peace had brought more idiots or not." The man smirked and to Feliciano's surprise, Gilbert smirked back.

"Oh well, technically I'm no longer a nation. But I must agree, the world turned so messed up even I'm disappointed."

"An ex-nation, a half-nation, a pipsqueak of a nation and a half arsed ex-colony claiming to be a nation. Lucky me! Why can't I get any decent entertainment?" The pirate sighed, dismissing the Prussian.

Wrong move.

Gilbert used that moment of carelessness to pounce on the pirate and knock him over, stealing his pistol from his belt before he got pushed away by a growling pirate. Hook glared darkly at the smug face of the albino who was now pointing his gun at him.

"Concerning them, yeah, I agree. But the awesome me is in a class of his own! I am the awesome Prussia and although no longer a nation, I am still as awesome as in the past! Now, you're going to answer me some questions. Questions number one: Who the fuck are you? Number two: Where the fuck are we? Number three: Where can I get some food because I'm starving! That'll do for now."

The pirate didn't seem to feel threatened by the pointed gun but instead he was amused and a sparkle of satisfaction shone in his eyes. He walked to the side of the deck and sat down on the ledge. Prussia followed his every move, not releasing him from the threat of the gun. Despite his confidence, the Prussian was disturbed by the other's calm demeanour.

"Alright, I'll admit, I'm a little impressed by your skills. And for that, I'll answer your questions. One: My name is now Hook but people used to know me as Jones. Two: You are on my ship. Three: Try the kitchens."

Glancing around suspiciously, Prussia took in the ship he was on. He was disturbed by the room but his eyes widened in sudden fear as he recognised the black torn out seals of the ship. An old Legend Arthur had once told him came to his mind as he glanced back at the smirking pirate.

"Your first name?" he asked with a cool and controlled voice, not wanting to show his dread.

"Davie." The pirate chuckled with a crooked smile. He may now be a fictional inspiration for Peter Pan but he was and still is a legend of the sea.

"And this ship …"

"Is mine."

"It's name?"

"Fling Dutchman."

"I knew it."

"Then why ask?"

Prussia didn't answer back. Of all the stories he had heard from Arthur, he had never thought any to be true. Legends! Stories! It was all just exaggerated truth and embellished myths! He didn't expect Arthur's stories to be true! And from what he had heard about Davie Jones, he would rather not have this Legend become true.

"You seem to have heard of me, Prussian." Hook tilted his head slightly in amusement as he watched the frigid military man.

"Just stories."

"Ah, but stories are all based on facts. You look surprised. Did you believe me to be only a mere myth?"

"Well, it's not every day I get to meet a legend!" Gilbert laughed, his mind busy in finding a plan to free his fellow nations and get the hell out of here.

"Indeed. But even so, you won't remember me soon."

"How is that?"

"Nothing much, I just can't allow any of you to remember this place."

"What place? Your ship?"

"You came from out side that room. You know perfectly what place I am talking about."

Gilbert didn't reply. He didn't know if he should agree with the man or not. Yes he had seen outside that room but he still wasn't sure if he had been dreaming or not. More like a freaky nightmare to be honest.

"I wonder … how many more of you are there?" The pirate continued, obviously finding a liking to his conversation with Gilbert.

"Now, you know I can't tell you that! What kind of strategists reveals all his cards?"

The pirate laughed, Gilbert took that opportunity of the man not paying attentions to move closer to America, blocking away Sealand from the view of the pirate. The boy looked at Prussia's free hand behind his back as the German drew out a Swiss knife from his pocket and dropped it before kicking it towards the boy. Then his attention was taken back by the pirate.

"I like you, lad. At least you seem to have some vague idea of what war is like and how the world works. So tell me … Where exactly did you here my tales from?"

"Does it matter?"

"No. But I'd like to know."

"England."

"Hm … Never guessed he was the one spreading my story. Although … knowing him, it's perfectly logical."

"So what's that thing about a hook?" Gilbert tried to distract the pirate, not daring to glance back towards Sealand.

"Hook? Oh right! Well, nothing much. Just another story. Davie Jones became a legend and I took on another name as a new story was born. I became Captain Hook. So now, people just call me Hook."

"That's kind of cheap. From a great pirate you switched to become a children's story?"

"Davie Jones was a feared man, kid. But nobody now remembers his name. However, everyone knows Hook. And that is what keeps me alive."

"… I don't get it."

"Really? I would think an ex-nation such as yourself would understand but I guess not. Now then, I should deal with that kid you just freed before you all get out of hand."

Prussia shot when he heard the pirate's words. Hook simply smirked as the bullet flew straight through him like he were a ghost. But he isn't a ghost. He's very much real and physical. Yet, no matter how many times, Prussia shoots, the bullets never so much as touch him.

"What the hell?! What is this?!" Alfred yelled as he saw the pirate walk towards the albino.

Prussia threw away the empty gun and started a fist fight with the man. In the meantime, Sealand had retrieved the keys to the chains from the Captain's cabin and hurriedly unlocked America and Italy's chains. As soon as he was free, Alfred went to help Gilbert but surprisingly, they had difficulties containing the man even when they were two against one.

"V-Ve … what should we do?"

"Here! Feliciano don't move!" Peter whispered before blowing golden powder onto the Italian who sneezed.

"Ve? What was that?"

"Fairy powder. Arthur had showed me some before and I found this bag of it in the Captain's cabin. I'm not sure what it does but hopefully it can help us get out of here." The blond boy answered before dusting some powder on himself.

He then blew out the rest onto America and Prussia, making both of them go blind and for a minute, Peter's eyes widened in fear as he saw Hook charge the other two. But the next minute, all four nations had shrunk to the size of fairies and where floating in the air just like the ship. Not exactly flying but more like letting the wind blow them away.

"What the hell is that?" Alfred panicked as he couldn't stabilise himself and kept spinning in mid-air.

"That's awesome! I'm flying!" Prussia cheered already mastering the winds while Feliciano was helping America stop spinning.

"L-let's leave!" Sealand called as he was already heading for the exit of the room.

"BOY! HOW DARE YOU STEAL FROM ME?! I'M GOING TO HUNT YOU DOWN AND YOU WILL BEG ME TO KILL YOU ONCE I'M DONE!"

"Kesese! Well done Pete! Looks like you know more about magic than we thought!"

Peter blushed at the compliment, his ocean blue eyes watching fearfully at the angry pirate stuck on his ship. Without the fairies, Hook cannot chase them or even leave this room. Those lessons with Arthur hadn't been a total waste after all.

"Yeah, Arthur taught me …"

"Really? How come he never taught me cool stuff like that?" Alfred started to pout.

"Ve … but I thought magic didn't exist."

Feliciano's statement hung in the air like a sudden realisation. Yes, Arthur had taught Peter the knowledge of magic but the kid had never actually believed in it. Yes, Gilbert had been told tales by his friend Arthur but he never thought them to be more than stories. Yes, Alfred had heard Arthur talk about one of his friend being a pirate called Hook but he always thought him to be imaginary.

They didn't believe in magic. That's a fact. So who is messing with their heads now?

"Let's get out of here." Prussia ordered, postponing any further questioning.