Geek: Hope you guys liked the Bassy chapter :3 Don't worry, Tatum will be back in a couple of chapters. I think o' This is Francey Pants POV.
Just a quick reference for my typing:
Bold = A/N
'Italics' = Thoughts
Italics = Other language
'Regular text' = letter
Regular text = Story line
I woke up my face planted in a soft carpet. I remember the door. I screech and pull up, crawling and putting my face in my hands and I start to shake.
'My friends...my family...they can't be dead.' I think.
Seychelles...Monaco...Prussia, Spain, America, Canada...Angleterre…
"They aren't dead. They're nations. I know they wouldn't go down without a-"
A soft giggle from behind a marbled white pillar.
"What? What's so funny?" I glare at the pillar.
A girl with pixie cut brown hair with feathered tips on her side bangs and other pieces of hair looked impossibly soft. Her skin was tanned and she wore a white dress, almost as feathery as her hair. What was most striking about the little girl was that her eyes shined impossibly green, they made Angleterre's look like dulled mossy stones and her like shimmering, deep green emeralds, only the deepest greens found in forests or on the feathers of the rarest birds.
"What are you doing here, peu d'émeraude?" I mumble, reaching a hand to caress her face.
Much like most nations, I was good with children.
The girl smirked and ran down a hall that had not been there before. I quickly got up and ran after the girl, my face most , likely screwed in a look of confusion. The hall's carpeting was the same as the room I had faceplanted in, as were the walls. The girl was so fast, it had me breathing raggedly. I had to tie my hair into a low, loose but of course fashionable ponytail.
Finally, the girl stopped at a wall, but a green coligrafiated 'S' was etched into the stone wall, the same color as the girl's eyes. I sighed in relief, and rested my arm on the wall next to it, careful not to touch the green symbol. I gasped for air before asking:
"What...do you...want? Who...are...you?" I gasp.
She giggles again and opens the wall, causing me to yelp. The wall's wound looked like a crystal cave, its walls covered in glowing green gemstones of multiple shades, some blinking light others fading calmly. The faint sound of water dripping echoed in the cavern.
"La quelle?!" I breathe.
The girl waves and runs into the cavern.
"Wait!" I say, grabbing the girl's arm.
The girl's arm ignites the green of her eyes and materialises out of my grip, like green fractures breaking in the girl's arm and reconstructing. I pull my arm back quickly in surprise. The girl turns around and claps her hands together, making the wall close as if she never opened it, leaving me in shock, looking at the glimmering 'S', wondering what the hell just happened.
~oOo~
I had been travelling hopelessly for what felt like days through the marble and carpet maze, my mind never leaving the girl, my thoughts swimming with questions. Who was she? What was she? How did she have that much power? How could she do that? I had finally found something that may be of use to me: a wooden door with a simple dark iron handle and a circular window and wooden paneling around the door that didn't fit with the Ancient Rome style walls. Never the less, I still ran to it. Any way out of this place was good for me. I threw the door open and what was met with a thousand memories and the smell of sea salt, iron, and wet wood. I smiled vaguely, remembering by pirate days and walked into the blazing light.
I met with a room where the walls, floor, and ceiling were all the same paneled wooding that was around the door I had just gone through, and that same door was on the left side of me. On the right side, a table with a red velvet char sat near many windows that showed the sea, all rocking with the water. A map, a compass, a knife and various jewels were scattered on the table. Bookshelves lined the wall in front of me and a mirror was on the wall next to the door.
"Back at sea? Hm." I mumbled and something light blue caught my eye.
I looked over at said blue and laughed. I had my black and frilled pirate hat on my head and my hair was tied in a pink bow. I wore a light blue and dark blue outfit I had worn in my pirate days. I unsheathed my sword. It had a gold hilt and a wonderfully sharp silvery blade. I saw something flutter behind me in the mirror and turned around and groaned at my luck.
"Oh mon dieu no."
I knew the flag all too well, with white and red crosses and and x's with a blue background. A Union Jack. I was on an English pirate ship.
"Please not Angleterre's please not Angleterre's…" I prayed as I looked through the yellowing papers on the desk.
I picked up a letter with the cursive lettering 'Dear Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth...' I skimmed down to the bottom barely reading the note. Something about treaties after the War of Spanish Succession. I had remembered that. The Grand Alliance. Good for most of Europe, not good for me. I skimmed to where it was signed and I growled at my misfortune. There, in black liquid ink from a quill and cursive writing, on a sheet of yellowing, torn at the edges paper, was the name of the captain.
'Arthur Kirkland'.
Not only was I on his ship, but at the time of the Spanish Succession, we were enemies. And I was in his cabin room.
'Enfer'… I thought.
My heart stopped as I heard the sound of of metal heels clunking dully on the wood floor.
"Hello? Someone in there? Allistor is that you?", Arthur's English accented, slightly cockney voice asks, as he creaks the door open. I was frozen. There wasn't any where to go. I couldn't hide anywhere. And this already looked pretty bad, and on the massive chance he found me, it would look a lot worse. "You know the booze is in the-" He paused his emerald green eyes laying their gaze on me. He wore his red, gold, and black pirate outfit that would strike fear into every enemy and passive ship that ran into Arthur Kirkland's ship. This pirate was the scare of the seas, especially for countries outside of Great Britain. And that terror of the seas was holding a sword to my throat.
Translations (French):
Angleterre = England
peu d'émeraude = little Emerald
La quelle = What the
Mon dieu = My God
Enfer = Hell
References:
Allistor Kirkland= Scotland
The Grand Alliance = An alliance made in the Spanish Succession (1701-1714). Alliance consisted of Austrian Monarchy, England, Scotland, Great Britain, Ireland, Dutch Republic, Holy Roman Empire, Duchy of Savoy, Prussia, Habsburg Spain, and Portugal. The Spanish Succession happened also during the time of piracy. France was on the side of the Party of Two Crowns or the opposing side, along with Spanish monarchy, Bavaria, Cologne, and Mantua. The Party of Two Crowns eventually lost the war.