Sorry for the very fucking long hiatus, was busy hustling with schoolwork and lost my motivation altogether for almost an entire year.

"Lad, stay committed with the story, dumbass."

Oh, Constitution. I noticed your temper's vented off by the time I was gone.

"I kept screaming in passive anger all this time you're gone."

. . . Fuck my life. Okay, there will be surprises for this chapter, so brace yeselves.

"I hope I don't get thwacked in the face for like the tenth fucking time already."

I promise that.

Chapter 7: Oh No, It's All Coming Together

15:19 British Standard Time, May 28, 1941

For those good fifteen minutes that everyone sat in total tense silence, Renown and the other blonde redcoat glaring at Constitution while the pink-haired redcoat kept quietly inquiring the woman currently known as George. Illustrious quietly sat straight, casting her glance to Queen Elizabeth who was currently pinching the bridge of her nose as she sighed heavily. She then glanced at Belfast, who calmly stood beside the doorway exiting the garden patio of the mansion looking intently at their tea table in case something happens. Illustrious finally glanced at Constitution, who was eerily quiet the whole time. Her eyes were gently closed, which was heavily betrayed by the small bunch of veins bulging on the right side of her forehead.

"So George, what got you and your sisters riled up and made you strike her on her face?" Elizabeth asked in a composed manner, though she didn't even bother about her annoyance leaking into her words.

"Your Majesty, we found an object, or rather a person of question laying in her ship's cabins." The pinkette woman stated matter-of-factly, everyone save for her, George, and the other blonde to look at Constitution with questioning eyes.

"We found Miss Hood's dead corpse." The second blonde redcoat mentioned with a low growl ending her statement as she kept glaring at the American woman. This immediately made everyone save for the Constitution and the three sisters to react relatively violently.

Elizabeth was dumbfounded, shocked that this woman actually found their fallen pride, the short queen's eyes wide in surprise as she almost sat up from her seat. Illustrious however stood up with disbelief clear in her expression, while the redcoat girls started into a flurry of false accusations.

"You retrieved her from where she was sunk and defiled her the moment you found her!" "I was out hunting Bismarck's blood while you sail around nonchalantly, find Hood and keep her like a bloody war prize!" "You came here to hurt all of Britain's pride because you are part of the Siren forces and serve them as a spy-"

"CAN Y'ALLS SHUT THE FUCK UP!?"

Everyone, even Elizabeth, went quiet at Constitution's scream of anger. The American sat silently, tears slowly starting to build in her eyes out of growing hatred and desperation as she stared at everyone with gritted teeth. "Do you bloody fucking know what it feels when you do something out of honorable intent, but nobody gives a damn about your say, huh!?"

Nobody answered. "Hood was already a dead woman in an already inactive battlefield! The least I could've done was drag her all the way here to give her a proper funeral, and the worst I could've done was ignore her corpse to sink to the bottom of the damn ocean, for fuck's sake!"

. . . Dense silence settled into the air save for Constitution's held-back sobs, tears pouring down her face in faster paces. "I didn't do jackshit in this damn war! I haven't sailed for far too long! I want to fucking fight! To set sail again! And now you fucking detain me under false accusations of necrophilia!? What a fucking joke!" She would scoff in spite, her teeth gritting harder. This also gave the redcoat sisters the possible revelation that she was a shipgirl, making them gasp quietly in shock.

"And do you know why us Americans decided to revolt against you bloody Britons? Because you're all narcissistic pissies pomping yourselves with tea and biscuits while we're busy trying to keep alive while avoiding getting beaten to bloody pulp by your corrupt soldiers!" Constitution's nose was flaring in anger, her brows fixed into a scowl as her blue eyes glared into each and every one present in the patio. She would then stare below the table, her tears now flowing like waterfalls on her cheeks.

Tense and guilty silence mixed with consistent sobbing would pass for God-knows-long. Everyone save for the American would share glances, with George and her sisters nodding to silently each other. Then the pinkette would be the first one to speak up. "I, Duke of York, along with my sisters King George the Fifth and Prince of Wales, would like to apologize for our past transgre-"

"Shut the fuck up, and bloody leave me alone." Consititution would suddenly snap out and cut York off all while she kept glaring at the floor, shutting the pinkette up as the American's sobbing turned to whimpering.

Yo shit, she's crying now. Welp, looks like she's had enough shit now. Anyway, for new readers, hi, hope you enjoyin' the story so far. For old readers, I am sorry for the long hiatus. It's just that lack of ideas, schoolwork and shit just keeps me from going back to continuing this fanfic. This is more or less a stopgap for the hiatus (yes, I know, very short), though I highly doubt that I can follow up another chapter in a few days. With that out of the way, enjoy the seas, and stay safe.