I'm never able to find any SPUK pirate fanfiction on this site or in the Hetalia fandom, so I decided to write one to add to the fandom

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Alice whispered low under her breath, summoning all of her strength and magic into this spell, all of her centuries of knowledge focused on performing this correctly. Passion and concentration were key to incantations being translated accurately. She never liked to use the magic of this calibre unless necessary, but Toni had dug himself into this hole. So it seemed only proper that she punishes him for his thoughtless actions against her. She had tried to look past his actions previously, believing he never meant to hurt her and hoped he would learn from his mistakes and become a better man for it. She had offered him multiple chances to rectify himself and prove his loyalty to her, that she was the only woman in his life that he would ever need to be satisfied. Trusting his heart and loyalty to her, for she had never allowed herself to be swayed by other admirers, no matter how tempting. But now she had reached her personal limit, she was done with hearing his excuses and he would pay for betraying her love. He had been ignoring her more frequently lately, the time they spent together lessening as each day passed. Flirting with any other pretty girl that caught his eye even when they were together. He saw the way his eyes lit up when he saw another girl, the soft playful voice he would give them, making them blush, giggle or respond. How many times had she come between him and another woman, explaining he was taken and would not be welcoming another woman to bed. He was supposed to be her lover, he had devoted himself to her for all these centuries. Yet he dared to allow his heart to be swayed by another woman.

The old saying went "Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned", such truer words could never have been spoken. Women with broken hearts were truly the most fearsome of creatures for you never knew what they were capable of. Now she would confirm that statement by reminding Toni just whom he had angered and reminding him of why it was best as to not look at other women. She had chosen to use the most embarrassing spell she could think of, to make his humiliation displeasing. Something he would not easily forget and make him wary of angering her again. It was a small vengeance spell, nowhere near as deadly as previous curses or charms she had cast upon her enemies or rivals during her youth as a nation. She wouldn't go that far towards Toni, she just wanted to teach him a lesson. So he would understand that she didn't appreciate being ignored.

She had always been self conscious of her looks, for she wasn't as glamorous as other female nations such as France's female counterpart. She wasn't an elegant beauty like Japan's female counterpart or Russia's counterpart. She wasn't a hotheaded tomboy bombshell like America's female counterpart. She was a traditional beauty, but she was also babyfaced and angelic, but that was also seen as plain by others. Wondering why she was seen as unattractive just because she lacked certain qualities that were more evident in others. Feeling a sharp pain shoot through her chest, feeling as though her heart was crumbling into pieces. "Bloody git, ignoring me for other cheap tarts" she huffed. Did he realise how deeply it hurt her feelings? How many times she had cried into her pillow because of his thoughtless actions? How could he be so oblivious to how anxious it made her. Her green eyes spiked with tears, her vision becoming blurry as she wiped away her tears. Reminiscing upon her younger years when she found herself first lovestruck by the vision of Toni.

She had known that day that he was the only man for her, no matter how many other men came into her life she could never forget him. He remained in her thoughts no matter how much time passed or how expansive the distance. The thought of seeing him again thrilled her, causing excitement and pride to swell in her chest. Back during their pirate years, before they became a couple or allies for that matter. Toni had always desired her, the predatory look of hunger that fell upon his face when they caught sight of each other. But it was more than just enemies, it made their relationship interesting. They loved to play games with one another, the glimpse of jealousy that would come across their face. Mind games that would throw each other off their game and rile their passions. Flirting with each other every opportunity they were given, sometimes playful with each other, sometimes they were kinky. The pure passion and chemistry they shared couldn't be denied, how their blood boiled like primal beasts. He had been charismatic and confident, Dark Spain had indeed been scary but also a force to be reckoned with.

The day she decided to become his woman, to devote her body and soul to him only had been the happiest day of her life. Binding herself to him for eternity with no desire to choose another. But how times had changed, now fighting for his love and attention at every passing second. Feeling as though he was slipping between her fingers and she had to fight to keep him bound to her. Now he was just an oblivious pushover who was clueless to the world around him. He could never say no to anyone, always so cheerful and friendly. He napped frequently, he never noticed her feelings no matter how obvious she was being, and he flirted with any pretty girl who spoke to him. He caused her to cry numerous times but was never able to understand why. Somehow naturally ignorant to anyone else aside from Lovi, the latter being smart enough to see what a moron Toni was being. He was just too nice, too naïve, unaware of his actions. He didn't understand her feelings as a woman. Many nights she had spent with her face buried into her pillow, soaked by her tears. Hiding her swollen red eyes from him, reaching out to him at night for comfort only for him to sleepily roll over into dreams. Dreaming of happier days only for nightmares where he abandoned her taking their place, anxieties eating away at her, shattering her trust in him. Her mind concocting ideas of what he could be possibly hiding from her.

Suddenly, her book, her ritual candles and crystal ball, all of her magical items began to emit an ominously green glow that sent chills down her spine. Powerful energy filling her body, feeling her body starting to tremble with fear. What had she done? Questioning if this had been foolish and if a different solution had been best of all, but it was too late to reverse her actions. Alice began to panic of what she had just summoned, as talented as she was even the most professional of witches could make an awry spell. "Wha… has my spell gone wrong?" she babbled, desperately flicking through the pages of her book. She had used a vengeance spell indeed, but which one had she awoken. The room was immersed in darkness, barely able to see in front of her aside from the dimly illuminated circle around her caused by the candlelight. She timidly reached a hand out into the darkness in hopes of navigating herself.

"Hola Inglaterra" a voice purred from the shadows, diverting her attention from finding a way out. Her future form appeared so differently from her pirate self, but she was still as cute as he remembered her to be. He had always wondered if there would ever be a future for himself and England where they could live in peace, it seems his wishes had come true which brought him relief. However, it would be a long time before that came to pass for him. But being able to see for himself that she was living peacefully and moved on from her past brought him contentment and hope.

England froze, a shiver running across her body. She knew that voice, it was all to clear in her reminiscent memories of her past as a nation. But how could that be? She… she couldn't have. Spain appeared from the darkness, his figure stepping out like a cat hidden amongst the alley outside a bar. Only it was not the Toni she had hoped to curse, but the Pirate from her youth who had stolen her heart. His hair was longer, more uncouth than his older self, his fringe hanging above his eyes and slightly swept to the side. His hair was longer, reaching his shoulders in light waves, bound back into a short ponytail with a black ribbon. A large red pirate hat atop his head, reminding her of the sails on his ship, topped with a large white feather that bobbed lightly. A small gold cross necklace hung delicately from his neck, dangling below his collarbone and rested atop his chest. A crimson red pirate coat decorated with gold tassels, black shoulder pads, brass buttons and a yellow ribbon necktie rested on his shoulders. His white shirt unbuttoned loosely to reveal his cross and flashing his abs lightly, making her blush. A red sash to match his coat remained bound tightly around his waist, a harness with a large pistol and his sword hung from his waist. Though his axe was probably back on his ship. Black trousers hugged his body tightly, cupping his ass deliciously and making him even more seductive in her eyes. Knee-length brown boots followed up the entire attire. Around his right ring finger, he adorned a square cut gold ring with a glowing emerald centre to match his eyes. Having swirled carvings marked around the treasure. Two simple teardrop emerald earrings hanging from both his ears with swirled carved studs and green centres. As well as a pirate medallion to match his cross.

England panicked, why would Toni's pirate incarnation appear before her when she was attempting a vengeance spell? This didn't make any rational sense that she could fathom, she was so confused. She hadn't read the incantation incorrectly, her mind had been cleared while casting, she prepared all the necessary spell ingredients. Shw wracked her brain to find an answer but her brain refused to create a solution. Was she losing her touch with her magic? No, that couldn't be, she had always had faith in her magic and it had never once abandoned her. But this had not been the answer to the problem she sought, this was no curse, it was no demon either, this was something she had never experienced before. But she had to remain brave, she must keep up her resolve and fix this mess before trying other attempts.

Pirate Toni approached her slowly, gazing down at her hungrily like a wild beast mocking its prey. Drinking all of her in for his own amusement, perhaps he was making fun of her? He then reached out a hand to her, allowing her to see the black nail polish adorning his fingers. The familiar pirate tattoo on his lower arm branding his identity. Marks that Toni had long since removed or had cast aside from his nation, that had been added to his collection of artifacts from his past. Some things were better left forgotten, yet many carried so much weight no matter how much you tried to move on. She swallowed hesitantly, she didn't have an option to deny him of his trust. She timidly reached out her hand to take his own, to which he pulled her slowly to her feet, causing her to stand shakily like a newborn lamb.

Alice patted herself down shyly, averting her eye contact from him as to make sure she appeared presentable. She was wearing black tie-front boots that were bound with a thick string across the front and slight platform heels. They reminded her of her pirate days and was rather attached to them. To compliment them, she was wearing a red button front knee-length skirt and a white short-sleeved ruffle front blouse. Her glasses sat comfortably atop her nose.

Pirate Toni's expression became tender, a look of anguish sorrow on his face. It had been many centuries since they were in each others company after all. To be in her presence, yet know this was a different version of herself than the one he was adapted to must have been a strange feeling indeed, like looking at a ghost or a painting from long ago. "Still as pretty as ever Mi amour" he teased affectionately. England felt her cheeks heat with embarrassment, these sweet words felt so strange to hear. Like she wasn't speaking to the same person, although she indeed was. It was Spain saying these tender words to her, only it was his Pirate incarnation from the past. Wishing deeply that her own Toni would say such kind things to her. She fingered with the hem of her skirt bashfully, gripping it for comfort as to muster the courage to speak up. She couldn't find her words, like a lost child thrown into a social gathering. She wanted to be happy to see him again, but she couldn't make herself feel the emotion.

Antonio took in her timid and bashful appearance, could it be she had become even more adorable after all these centuries passed? "What is it? Are you not happy to see me?" he teased, admittedly to hear such a thing did leave him slightly disappointed. England had always adored hearing his endearments and praise, how her body responded to his touch. How he knew how to make her feel appreciated, instinctively craving his love in every form. The nights they spent together, their shared time no matter how brief, their bodies, hearts and minds always remembered that moment as it stretched out into eternity. One of his many morals, even as a pirate was that he respected women, he treated them equally and never took advantage of them, innocents were not to be involved in matters of which they were naive to. A lesson he had passed onto Lovino as he grew into a man.

England snapped her head to face him, realising she was being rude which was never her intention. "N…No I…. I mean…" she trailed off desperately. This was not what she had expected to happen and their introductions were proving to be ineffectual. She took a deep breath as to steady her nerves. "…I meant to punish Toni, my Toni for being such an arse lately. But… somehow I summoned you" she mumbled apologetically. She understood how strange this must have felt for him, to be forcefully pulled from his time into a strange new world. As disorienting as this must have felt, he wouldn't have to experience this for long, she would be sure to undo her mess and make sure he was returned unharmed. But somewhere, deep down in the depths of her heart she hoped this moment wouldn't end.

Antonio hummed reflectively, now understanding why she was so flustered. However, he had some understanding of how this had all transpired. Before he was summoned, he sensed England's emotions flowing through her magic. Her volatile rage, her resentment, jealousy and loneliness, such passionate feelings pouring out of her heart like a storm. Yearning for her past life as a pirate, more so the passionate romance and desire she felt with Spain during that period of her life. The satisfaction and comfort that came with it. His gaze darkened, his green eyes gleaming with remorseless rage. The scary side of the Spaniard that she had encountered and become all too familiar with. He correctly assumed that England summoning him had been unintentional. Because Toni his modern self had rejected her, he caused her to feel lonely and unwanted as a woman. He needed to teach his foolish older self a lesson. England was a prized possession, a precious jewel whom made him feel like the luckiest man alive. He could search oceans for a woman like her and would forever be restless, she was irreplaceable to him. How could his older self be so foolish to make Alice feel like another woman could satisfy her more than she ever hoped to? They had shared memories and experiences over oceans of time, the red string of fate having been linking them together since the day they were born. Waiting for the moment they would meet, instinctively knowing that they were the others fated person, destined to be forever intertwined.

Alice gave him a forced smile, he could see the heartache that lay beneath her expression. How her eyes remained dull and lonely, how her smile didn't reach her eyes. "I'm sorry, I'll send you back immediately" she apologized. She couldn't cry in front of him like a spoiled child, she could allow herself to act so pathetically and break down in front of him. To tarnish his memories of the powerful and strong woman he remembered would he cruel, she wouldn't send him off with that image of herself. Before she could finish, Antonio stopped her, abruptly picking her up in princess style, holding her to his chest and cradling her close with his arms. The scent of musk, spices and gunpowder lingering against his skin, making her blush darken to match the colour of his coat. Sweeping her off of her feet dramatically, recreating a vision from an old fashioned novel or a romantic movie. The dream of women for years to come, the thought of a man willing to enact anything for the sake of making this woman happy. Admittedly, this did make her swoon just a tad.

"Si Inglaterra, we shall return together" he smiled. He would not be releasing her from his grasp anytime soon. It had truly felt like an eternity since he had seen her face, counting down the days and months until he would see his lover again. He was filled with a newfound curiosity to learn all about his lovers modern incarnation and all of the changes she had evolved through since her pirate years. Wishing to understand this new England and all the experiences she had to share with him. To be sent away so quickly after meeting her seemed cruel and boring.

England stiffened, conflicting confusion and fear filling her heart, this was not what she had planned. "Wha…" she cried in surprise. Did he plan on taking her back to the past with him? She had heard of the butterfly effect in which changing one's life events would alter the future or past, but all of those things had already happened to her. But what if they could be undone? She didn't want to be responsible for all the damage that could unravel if something were to go wrong. There was no proof that the butterfly effect was real, but people still adamantly believed in it's existence.

Pirate Antonio smiled playfully at her, that twisting anxiety growing in her stomach. She knew that look only appeared when he was plotting something, and it never meant something good. "It seems my idiota self from the future cannot appreciate you. So I will" he grinned. England's façade of calm rationality faded into perplexed defiance. Aware she was being kidnapped by her lovers past self, unable to understand why he would concoct such a scheme. She wouldn't be able to return to her own time without her magic books either. She could only hope her Toni was able to rescue her.

Toni opened the door with a bright smile, he had missed being away from his lover and planned to spoil her endlessly with attention upon his return. "Inglaterra! I'm home mi amour!" he called happily. He had planned many fun activities for them to share, recreating many delicious dishes to make her mouth water and surprises that he knew she would adore. It had taken up much of his time in order to plan it all in secret, but her reaction would be worth its weight as a reward. However, instead of being scolded by the Englishwoman or her magically appearing with a stubborn pout that reflected her happiness, he was met with the echoing silence instead. Sometimes when she was reading she became so transfixed she forgot the world around her, lost to her own imagination. She was a deep sleeper like himself and sometimes dreamed so deeply nothing could rowse her. Perhaps she had locked herself in her library or taken an afternoon nap and needed awakening by himself?

However, as he searched around the house and absorbed the scene around him, he found his intuition telling him that something was indeed very wrong. While he had been away something mysterious involving England had transpired, but as to what he was yet to discover. The house was strewn with her spell books scattered all over the house in a wild mess instead. What had she been up to while he was away? Curiously he knelt to collect one of the books, flicking through the pages. His eyes widening in surprise to find she had been dabbling in vengeance spells, but why would she be casting such spells? Was she angry at him for some reason? He felt guilty to know he had hurt England but she had not allowed him to understand what he could have done to make her forgive him.

From the corner of his eye, he saw something gleaming in the light, bright like a star. His blood then ran ice-cold, as if he had been submerged in arctic waters. He had been correct to listen to his gut instinct that trouble was afoot, but he had not expected to this severe level. He hoped that England was unharmed as the thought of her becoming endangered with him unable to prevent it brought on a sickening nausea. A gold dagger, an all too familiar blade that he had carried on his person centuries ago. Stabbed into the wall piercing the frame and keeping a letter in place. In a heartbeat he dashed to the blade, ripping the note from its resting place as his eyes scanned it with desperation. Trying to ease the overflowing panic that was racing through him.

Hola future me

Since you are too estúpido to appreciate Hermosa chica, I will take her for myself.

Have fun being lonely

Spain's body turned rigid, his brain already placing the pieces together, his mind solving the puzzle instantly. England had become upset at his actions, thus as payback had attempted to curse him. But by mistake had summoned his past self, thus kidnapping her. His lover had been spirited away to the past and was being held hostage against her will by his Pirate incarnation. He had caused his beloved England to feel so lonely, so unwanted and neglected that she tried to punish him. But her feelings for him had affected the spell, causing her to be kidnapped by mistake instead. It was his foolish fault for making her feel that way. If he had only been more diligent as a lover, focused his time and energy on making her feel loved and secure. Then maybe all of this could have been prevented from ever happening.

Toni glared, his passions boiling inside of him like a wildfire. Gripping his hands into balled fists, tightening around the abandoned dagger. Digging his teeth into hi slip so hard a trickle of blood ran down his lip. He was not a perfect man by any stretch of the imagination, he was flawed like any individual. Sometimes he was clumsy, naive and slow at social situations. He was notoriously bad at reading people's body language, however, he was fiercely protective over his loved ones. His past self had kidnapped England, his lover, his woman. Remembering how aggressively he used to behave. He wouldn't let his past self lay a hand on Alice, every inch of her belonged to him. He ripped the letter to shreds furiously, storming through the house to locate his signature axe. Knowing he couldn't face this battle unprepared and unprotected. "Do not worry Inglaterra, I will come for you. Nadie me roba a mi mujer" he growled lowly.

Alice slowly opened her eyes in a haze, her vision slightly blurry as she tried to reflect on her earlier actions. Cupping her forehead with her hand as she attempted to steady herself as she eased herself up. She felt dizzy, her body most likely weakened from the strain her body was put under due to the intensity of the spell, seeing Toni's past self must have put her into such a state of shock that her body couldn't cope any longer. Thus she had fainted in order to allow her body to rest and recover from all she had experienced. However, she did crave food or some form of hydration to help ease her nerves back to a normal state. Though any more excitement would be avoided in the future.

"Did you sleep well mi amado?" a familiar voice asked fondly. She appeared even more angelic as she slept, her long black lashes tickling her rosy cheeks. He would happily watch her sleep for hours, his heart full of peaceful content and happiness. No other woman in the world brought him as much joy as she did. He had admired her body numerous times in the past, he knew every inch by heart and it filled him with an indescribable pleasure. He had considered kissing her awake such as the tale of the fabled sleeping beauty to see if that would rouse her from her slumber. However, he had not been able to test his theory much to his disappointment. If only she had obediently stayed asleep just a little bit longer his wish would have been able to be reenacted.

Alice glared at her abductor fiercely, forcing out her words "W…where am I? Why did you bring me here? I demand you take me back home you slimy git!" Alice snapped impatiently. She wanted to go home, back to her familiar and cosy home surrounded by flowers. She couldn't ignore her nation, her boss would become troubled and neglecting her nation could have severe consequences. She wasn't one to shirk off her responsibilities like so many other nations, the weight of her duties was something she took into great consideration. She wanted to go back to her time of living in neutral and committed isolation and comfort. She had lived a colourful past and was happy to leave that life behind her, though she did miss the respect that she earned during that time, compared to how she was treated in modern times.

Pirate Antonio smiled mischievously, unfazed by her outburst focused towards him. She wore her heart on her sleeve and spoke her mind honestly, he always admired that trait in her. As cunning and devious as she had been, she had always been true to her heart "I am happy to know in the future you still carry such fire" he teased in fascination. She was still such a passionate woman. England had always fought for her dreams and aspirations even when people mocked her and proved them wrong even when nobody believed in her. Fighting for herself when few followed her, this caused him to hold her in the highest regard as a lover, rival and enemy. Never allowing people to beat her down, fighting for her own approval and respect.

England glared at him obstinately, he didn't understand how messed up this all was. She never thought one stupid mistake would lead to something this severe "I… I wanted Toni to…. I… I just….I didn't ask to be kidnapped!" she argued defensively. She had hoped that the spell would remind Toni of his promise to remain faithful to her, of the depth of her relationship and what he was risking. The situation had become out of hand and developed into a mess she had no hopes of restoring no matter how hard she wished she could. The complications became further entangled the longer she remained in this time, contemplating her options of how to return.

Antonio stared at her in adoration and curiosity, taking in her flustered appearance. Approaching the provoking Englishwoman, reaching out his hand delicately to tilt her head back to gaze sharply into her eyes. "Inglaterra, you summoned me from your heart. You longed for a time when Antonio loved you. Thus I came, you wanted me, your heart called for me. So here I am" he responded calmly. He had made no effort to seek her out, he had not been the one responsible for the situation they found themselves involved in, but he was not complaining about the matter, in fact he found it to be a blessing. Instead of focusing on the negative, she should instead appreciate the positive for they didn't know how long this moment would last.

England blushed, she had forgotten how charming Toni could be, it had been so long since he treated her with such affection. The gaze in his eyes, breaking down her walls and stirring up her emotions so easily it frustrated her "I… Toni… you…" she stammered shyly. The familiar scent of spices, scented oils and wine filling her senses. Maybe she could convince him to take her back, she didn't belong in this time and they were both aware of that fact. Though this felt like a happy dream, this was not reality and she couldn't reside here. As painful as that truth was it was still a fact that neither of them could continue to ignore, sometimes responsibility took mandatory attention regardless of whether either of them were happy about it.

"Your eyes are still like jewels, so bright and full of life" he soothed. Leaning towards her, capturing her soft lips in a passionate kiss. Her lips were sweeter than honey, like nectar from a spring flower. The addictive taste of her lips was so familiar, so delicious and so tempting. Their pink softness calling out to him, luring him in at every moment and drawing him to her. Of every kiss he had shared with the English woman, to compare any was a crime. All of his kisses with England were memorable, they simply carried a difference to the other, but they were nonetheless a gesture of the love they shared.

England froze, her mind whirring through every inch of her thoughts. This was wrong, she was cheating by doing this. It was Toni, but not her Toni, his past self. But Toni hadn't kissed her like this in months, so much passion and want behind his kiss. They were the same man indeed but different versions of him, one of the man he was and the other of the man he would become, the past and the future, trapped in different timelines of their lives. But her emotions drove her otherwise, reminding her of what she had craved all this time. Her frail self-control and urge for affection crumbled beneath her like sand slipping through her fingers. Knowing her weakness was accumulating and clouding her judgement. She wrapped her arms around his neck willingly, leaning into his body, pressing herself against him. Deepening her kiss, feeling Toni smile into the kiss, wrapping his arms around her waist. How he had missed her kisses. She could feel his want, his desire, his endless passion, the tightened grip against her body. She had missed him so much, having gone mad from loneliness.

Antonio pulled away slowly, a playful smirk dancing on his lips, fingering her hair affectionately "You still kiss the same Inglaterra, you haven't changed" he teased. He was glad she was still so responsive to him, that his kisses still made her so happy. But he knew why her kisses were so desperate and why she gave into him so easily, her body was more honest than she was and even England herself was aware of that fact. England blushed as she gazed up at him, it had just been so long her body instinctively craved more. Antonio patted her head comfortingly, feeling her body soften, all tension easing from her. Hoping to ease away her anxieties with his affection. "I'm sorry he made you feel so lonely. I will make sure he pays for that" he promised empathetically. His future self had truly been a fool, he would not allow him to ignore his mistakes so easily.

Alice nuzzled against him, enjoying being held so affectionately, his protectiveness evident in his gestures. She had missed these moments where she belonged to him and he belonged to her. Ignorant to the passing of time and the world around them, for in that moment their mutual company was all that mattered. "Thank you…. Antonio" she mumbled.

Hola Inglaterra-Hello England

Mi Amor-My love

Si Inglaterra-Yes England

Idiota-Idiot

Hermosa chica-Beautiful girl

Nadie me roba a mi mujer-Nobody steals my woman from me

Mi amado-my beloved