I don't own Hetalia, so no sewing me please!
"Bloody hell." is Arthur's only reply, taking another swig from the bottle of wine.
Romano, who had turned bright red and yelled cuss words at the pirate as he ran, turns to his brother. "No." he mutters angrily.
"But you're not looking!" Gilbert insists before spotting his bruder and friend down below. Waving madly, he sees Ludwig motion for him to come down. "Ludwig needs something I think. Time to get down!" he tells the blond.
Francis chuckled softly as he asked the other, raising an eyebrow at how quickly the other was draining the bottle, "Oh, and have you come up with any better escape plans yet?"
Feliciano squeaked as he covered his face with his hands at his brother's anger, speaking rapidly, "B-But I just saw him kiss you!"
Matthew took as quickly peak over his shoulder to look at the tiny forms on the deck, instantly his grip tightened around the albino as he mumbled out, shame biting at him, "I'm... afraid of heights."
Finishing the bottle, Arthur shakes his head, face slightly pink from the liquor. "Do you having anything stronger?" he asks, waving the bottle.
"Like hell you did!" Romano yells at his brother.
Gilbert blinks in surprise. "But you still came up here?" he asks.
Ludwig, oblivious as to what was commencing above, taps his foot impatiently.
Francis raised an eyebrow at this, standing up he pulled out a bottle from a small hidden container in the wall. Uncorking the bottle carefully he poured a small amount in the glass in front of the blond, "This is Spanish wine, given to me by Antonio. We rarely drink this stuff because of how potent it is... Only us three captains are allowed to drink it... But if you REALLY want it ma chere."
Feliciano squeaked as he suddenly crossed his arms over his chest with a pout, "Fratello, I know what I saw. But I don't see why you are getting so upset about it, it didn't mean anything to you right?" The younger Italian was the classic, good little catholic boy. Practically being brain washed into believing everything that the preachers told.
Matthew looked down at the others shirt mumbling out, "I didn't think it would be this high up." That was a lie, he knew it was going to be quite the drop if he fell, but he didn't want to look weak or disobedient in front of the crews and... Gilbert? Since when did he started caring about how the albino saw him?
Antonio sighed softly as he looked at the blond, "I don't see a reason for us to tell Francis unless Gil sees it as a problem... After all he wasn't the one that has one of the Italians on board his ship."
Arthur nods gratefully, and picks up the wine, taking a careful sip to start, testing how potent the Frenchman meant.
Face red and looking away and down, Romano mumbles, "Right."
Gilbert nods sympathetically. "I can carry you down on my back if you need." he offers.
Ludwig nods in agreement. "Good point."
Francis smiled softly as he sat back down on his chair, knowing very well that the liquid was so strong that the crews usually had to leave their captains for a short time on a deserted island when they thought that there was a celebration that called for this special drink.
Feliciano nodded as he looked distracted around the new ship. Wondering what the Spanish crew was like and how his brother might get along with them.
Matthew blinked at the offer, blushing hard as he slowly nodded his head in agreement, "Me-Merci."
Quickly sipping away at the wine, Arthur's face turning red as more alcohol gets into his system.
Crossing his arms in a distinctly pouting way, Romano continues to glare at the deck of the ship.
Spinning around so that his back was to the Canadian, Gilbert begins his descent after making sure the other had a tight grip. Wouldn't want him falling after all, would he?
"Are you a heavy drinker Arthur? It seems that its getting to you with that pretty red flush to your face," Francis teased from the safety of his chair as he watched the other blond.
Matthew shivered as he held the other tightly, almost choking the other as he was more than a little afraid of the idea of being dropped.
As way of reply, Arthur just stammers out nonsense, having finished up the cup of wine and being completely drunk.
Quickly and skillfully making his way down, Gilbert laughs quietly. "We're on the deck now. You can let go." he tells Matthew.
Francis laughed softly as he watched the other, waiting for him to slip up and saying something important.
Matthew quickly let go of the other quickly, blushing brightly as he stepped away from the albino as he noticed the others brother and the Spaniard waiting for them only a few feet away from him.
"Do you know the real reason that port was never attacked?" Arthur says with a slight hiccup. "Because of Gaius Vargas." he says with a lazy waving of his hand, not waiting for Francis to reply.
"What's up West, Antonio?" Gilbert asks, wrapping his arms around the Canadian just to see him blush again.
"We might have a problem..." Ludwig says.
Francis frowned softly as he stood up and walked over to the place Arthur was sitting, snapping his fingers in front of the others face to get him to focus on what he was saying, "And what does that man have to do with the port?" Yes, he was starting to feel just a little bit concerned.
Matthew held in a squeak as the albino's arms wrapped around him from behind, keeping him facing the two pirates... Much to his displeasure as he could do nothing to hide the color in his face.
Antonio sighed as he explained, "Apparently those two Italians we took from that port... are the grandchildren of a Gaius Vargas." Sure Gilbert hated the navy and history, usually doing everything in his power not to sit in on the meetings Francis and he held to review the dangers of the waters they were entering. But the albino did take everything to heart... and knew just as much about HIM, as his two friends.
Slightly giggling, Arthur says "Well, he pretty much runs the whole place, and has it in good with both the Italian and British government. If he has a problem, I bet they'll try to fix it for him. Oh yeah, he has two grandson's too that he's obsessed with." he says, waving his hand again and giggling.
Setting his head on the Canadian's shoulder, Gilbert frowns. "Then we had better high tail it out of here quick." he says.
Francis shook his head softly as he paced behind the others chair, suddenly walking over to his dresser to pick up a small pendent that he had stolen from the manor. Inwardly groaning as he read on the back, 'To my darling Feliciano Vargas'. Still he straightened himself up and tried to seem unfazed, "And why is he so important when he has retired years ago?"
Antonio nods softly as he spoke, "Agreed, thankfully the wind is with us and we are making great time and distance. I thought it wise though to warn you about trouble that might be heading our way."
Matthew forced himself not to shiver as he felt the others breath on his neck, he too knew about the Italian navy officer. After all, Arthur had explained his accomplishments many times, it even seemed like he admired the man! Swallowing softly he spoke, though he knew it was rather stupid to speak out when you were a prisoner... his brothers had told him that many times as well, "Wh-Why not just leave them where the navy can find them?"
Turning oddly serious, Arthur says "Because before they became so weak, he was the head of the Italian navy." before bursting out laughing at nothing whatsoever. Or at least that Francis noticed. One of the fairies the Brit was so fond of had followed them though, and also having consumed some wine was quite humorous to watch.
Letting out a low chuckle, Gilbert answers, "Normally, if the ones they belonged to didn't feel like messing with the trouble, we could. But I'm pretty sure they've heard our plans of heading for Asia."
Ludwig had been staying oddly quiet throughout the exchange. For some reason he had gotten kinda mad when the smaller blond had suggested that, and it confused him.
The other raised a small eyebrow at the Brit, trying to decide whether or not he had accidentally cracked Arthur's mind. Slowly he leaned down to ask softly in the shorter man's ear, "What are you looking at ma cher?" This might just be some random illusions... but he wanted something to brighten him up after this startling news that their prisoners could make the navy be on their asses until their capture and perhaps death.
Matthew nodded slightly as he felt the others laughter rocked him slightly. However as he actually registered the pirate's words his blue eyes widened as he asked in obvious disbelief, "We are heading where?"
Gesturing at the small fairy, Arthur says "Right there! Don't you see her?"
Turning his head to face Matthew more, making his mouth right beside the others cheek, he says "Asia. I thought I told you...?" he trails off, obviously being forgetful.
Ludwig just facepalms.
Francis rolled his eyes as he spoke, "Arthur, I suggest that you pay more attention to reality." As if to draw his point he tugged softly at the collar around the pale neck, sure watching the drunk blond was entertaining, but... he rather felt ignored at the moment.
Matthew blushed hared at this action, shaking his head rapidly, though the action was restricted as he didn't want to accidentally hit the face of the albino, "N-non."
Antonio chuckled softly as he watched the interaction between the quiet, glasses wearing prisoner and his friend. Starting to walk back to his ship he called, "Well I believe I will return to my crew... and the boy that I am refusing to just give up."
Suddenly leaning close to Francis' face, Arthur says "But it's true. You just have to open your eyes."
"Oops. Sorry~" Gilbert says with a smirk, loving how he turned the others face red and waving to Antonio.
Feeling awkward, Ludwig says, "U-um... I'll just go grab Feliciano real quick..." before quickly following Antonio onto the Spanish ship.
Seeing the pirates return, Romano glares daggers at them.
Francis blinked as he felt the others breath on his cheek, the smell of the alcohol on his breath being almost over powering. Raising a single eyebrow as he decided to entertain Arthur's ramblings. He DID after all, like the closeness of their faces, tempting him to claim that oddly pretty mouth of the other pirate, "And how do I open my eyes Anglaterra?"
"No, you aren't," Matthew mumbled out with a small sigh, knowing full well the other was playing with him now. He HAD to stop reacting to these little teases!
Antonio smiled to himself as he approaching the angry looking boy, "Lovi!~ Did you miss me?" The Spanish pirate looked towards the beaming face of the younger Italian as Ludwig approached... Yes he rather liked the fire of Lovino over the innocence of Feliciano.
"You... just... do?" Arthur says, not sure how to explain.
Pondering for a moment, Gilbert laughs. "I guess you're right!"
"Like hell I did you tomato bastard!" Romano yells, face red. He actually had just called the other something good since he loved tomato's so much, but no one else would know that.
Seeing the angry Italian, Ludwig hurriedly drags the happy one away.
Francis sighed as he closed his eyes, feeling rather like an idiot as he tried to picture a little fairy. Slowly blue orbs revealed themselves again as he sucked in a sharp breath, "I-I can see them."
Matthew felt the urge to smack the other on the back of the head, but resisted. After all, the other was still pinning his arms to his side in his strong hold.
"Eh? Tomatoes? Where did that come from?" Antonio asked as he stopped in front of the Italian, grinning as he saw that usual lovely shade of red on Romano's face. Feeling like he should remind the other that he was the one that looked like the red fruit and not him, but he held his tongue.
Feliciano blinked as he was dragged away, looking back at his brother with a slightly sad look as they were once again separated. But he soon turned his attention back on Ludwig as he asked, "Sooo, where are we going?"
Positively beaming, Arthur happily gives Francis a small kiss. "See? Told you!"
"See, you already know me so well!" Gilbert crows happily to the small blond.
Turning red as the mentioned fruit, he says "W-well obviously you like to eat them! And that blond bastard is the potato bastard!" he yells after Ludwig.
Slightly embarrassed, Ludwig says "Back to Old Fritz..." not really knowing what he was planning on doing when they go there.
Blue eyes widened softly at the feeling of the soft lips pressed to his own. Though Arthur soon broke it off to babble once again. It was rather annoying, Francis thought to himself as he licked his lips slightly as he thought of claiming the Brit's mouth. But decided to play with the other to see if he would come into his hands willingly, "I think you just made her face go bright red~"
Matthew frowned as he spoke softly, head shaking slightly as he tried again to make the albino see that he was a complete stranger and kidnapper, "I don't know anything about you."
"Oh, I see," Smiling as brightly as ever as he knew his crew was listening, though were trying to hide it as they did their chores, "Are you still having trouble walking, my Lovi?" His face turning concerned as he looked at the lean and slightly tanned form of the boy.
Feliciano nodded softly as he was carried over to the German ship once again, looking around with a small tilt of his head, "What am I allowed to do here?" This was a surprisingly thoughtful question as the Italian was obviously trying to find out what the limits on him were.
Arthur just laughs. "Why would that make her blush?" he asks innocently.
Gilbert frowns at that. "Sure ya do!" he insists.
Face so red it was almost purple, Romano yells "Why the fuck would I?", trying to save his pride at least a bit.
"U-um... Well... Anything that looks like you're trying to escape or something is off limits, so pretty much just stay out of the way." Ludwig says, "I wouldn't advise walking around without me, Bruder, or someone else who I've okayed with you." he adds.
Francis smirked softly as he ran a hand through the short locks of blond hair, being rather comfortable in his position leaning over the back of the chair. "Do people usually kiss in front of others if they are not in love ma cher? ...Unless you are with a common whore that is."
"I know very little other than what your name is, who your partners are, your pet, and that you like to drink... Nothing very significant in my opinion." the other said with a small sigh.
"Hey, no need to be act so flustered mi tomato," Antonio said with his usual cheerful tone as he suddenly picked up the young man bridal style and carried him up towards the wheel. Wanting to make sure they were on the right course.
Feliciano nodded softly as he stood beside the blond, asking as he obviously wanted to do something to keep himself busy, "Anything I can do to help?" In truth he probably would just cause more damage than good... but the other didn't need to know that!
Arthur shrugs. "Depends on where you are. But why would that make her face turn red? Besides, fairies don't blush. They've already seen everything there is to see." he says simply.
"Well, then what do you want to know?" Gilbert asks, not to happily.
Startled out of reacting, Romano decides to pout instead, crossing his arms.
"Well, what are you good at?" Ludwig asks uncertainly.
Francis raised an eyebrow at this remark, asked with a small tilt of his head. Wondering what the other would say next, "Oh really?"
Matthew looked away with a small sigh, not really sure if wanted to know anything more about the Prussian. After all, he needed to keep any emotional attach forming between them for when Alfred came to save them or Arthur broke them out of here... Yes he needed to keep focused on the idea of being free again.
Antonio smiled happily as he shooed away the person at the helm and taking his spot, steering with one hand and holding Romano with one he spoke, "We have decided on a new course... If you haven't already heard around the deck, we are heading to Asia."
"Ve, I can cook... paint, draw,... and umm clean?" the other suggested with a small blush on his face as he knew these probably weren't that helpful on a pirate ship that required actual strength to clean the deck and he was unfamiliar with the German ingredients that the crew seemed to like.
Arthur nods seriously, leaning back into the french pirate.
Gilbert hugs the Canadian tighter as he waits for a reply.
Romano decides to ignore the pirate, continuing his sulking.
Ludwig nods. "You can help with the cooking I guess." he says
Francis hummed softly as he spoke while continuing to play with the others hair, noticing the fact that Arthur seemed to have been lulled into a state of relaxation and complete unawareness. Shooing away the fairy when it got closer when he asked, "You really have no ideas on how to escape?"
The blond winced at the hold tightened, making it actually uncomfortable as his ribs and arms were crushed lightly. Taking the hint Matthew spoke with a small gasp, "I-I don't know."
"Lovi," the other whispered into the Italian's ear, kissing his cheek softly as he tried to urge the other out of his depression, "Buscas (look), the sea if lovely at this time of day. Everything is calm and a deep blue, the clouds in the sky can make pictures if you concentrate on them."
"I could make you the best pasta you have ever had~!" Feliciano said with a small hint of excitement to his voice as he looked at the blond with his famous puppy dog eyes.
"No ideas whatsoever." Arthur sighs, "I told Mattie I did though since I can't have him worrying."
Loosening his grip, Gilbert sighs.
Face red, Romano complied. "I guess." he mumbles.
"Well... if we have the ingredients for it, I guess you could..." Ludwig says, not really sure if his bruder would like him letting the small Italian cook or not.
Francis smiled at this comment, playing with the small tag on the others collar, "That's good to hear, after all, I wouldn't really like to lose such a pretty and interesting prize as you."
Matthew let out a grateful sigh as he took a few small breaths, hearing the small sound from the other he couldn't help but feel he needed to apologize, "Sorry."
Antonio smiled as he spoke while setting the other down gently on the ground, "Why don't you take a small nap? I'll wake you up if anything happens. It'll take a few hours before we make any significant progress into the Asian coast." Why were they so close to it already? Well perhaps it was the little fact that they had been moving towards it the moment they had left the port.
Feliciano nodded eagerly as he followed the other towards the kitchen with a small skip to his step.
Face red from more than just the alcohol now, Arthur looks down at his hands.
"Nein, it's fine." Gilbert says, but obviously still depressed.
Romano nods. Looking at the sun, he yawns "It's siesta time anyways..."
Entering the kitchen, Ludwig is glad to see that no one was there.
"You are so beautiful when you blush, it's so much better than that ugly old scowl," Francis said with a small chuckled as he ruffled the others man's hair.
Matthew sighed softly as he looked around, feeling awkward in front of all the other crew members, "Perhaps we should talk inside?" He still didn't know what to talk about, but he hoped it would just let him relax a bit.
Feliciano giggled to himself as he ran around the kitchen, looking to the ingredients he needed.
Still blushing and unsure how to react, Arthur just sits there.
Gilbert nods, following the blond in. The closest thing you could compare him to right then was a kicked puppy.
Ludwig followed close behind the Italian, cleaning up any sort of mess he saw as they went.
Francis smirked as he stepped out from behind the chair, slowly pulling the other out of the chair by the hold he had on his collar. Blue eyes looking to see just how well Arthur could walk to determine how drunk he still was.
Matthew sighed softly as he re-entered the others room. Feeling rather confused as he looked back at the albino's face, why did the other want him to like him so much? Wasn't he just a prisoner, couldn't Gilbert order him to pretend he was happy? The Canadian was so confused as he waited for the captain to speak first this time.
Feliciano smiled as he started to boil water and actually made homemade noodles from just a few ingredients he found in the kitchen. Make a sauce at the same time with some of the tomatoes he found that was probably leftovers from Antonio's stock.
Stumbling after the french pirate in a distinctly drunken way, Arthur runs into the other.
"Ya know something, Mattie?" Gilbert asks after a few minuets of silence between the two of them.
Ludwig, somewhat surprised at what the Italian was able to make with such few options, continues to keep everything spotlessly clean.
Francis blinked as he easily kept on his feet when the other crashed against his chest, wrapping his arms gently around the other to hold him to himself as he spoke with a slightly teasing tone, "Aw, you're rather clumsy at the moment aren't you Anglaterra?"
"O-Oui?" Matthew asked in confusion as he looked up at the other, though blinked in confusion as he heard the nickname.
Feliciano giggled softly as he placed a small plate of the food in front of the other, speaking with an eager nod, "Try it!~"
Blushing deep red, Arthur just mumbles something.
"I already know everything I need to know about you!" Gilbert says, back to his smiling and annoying self.
Ludwig nods, trying to figure out how to get the noodles in his mouth with the eating utensils offered.
The french tilted his head as he gently gripped the others chin and forced him to look up at him, asking with his usual charming smile, "Qu'est-ce que c'était?"(what was that)
Matthew blinked before asking with a frown, "Quoi? What do you mean by that?" For some reason he was starting to have a slight sinking feeling in his stomach as he noticed the sudden change in the other, though it SEEMED better than the mopey sad Gilbert from earlier.
Feliciano giggled softly as he leaned forward, taking the others hand as he gently showed him how to twirl the noodles on the fork.
Arthur, face extraordinarily red, leans forward until his mouth was right by the others, but not quite touching instead of replying.
"I already know I like you!" Gilbert says smiling, plopping down on his bed and stretching.
Face red, Ludwig tries a bite. "This is good." he comments after carefully chewing and swallowing.
The other smirked softly as his blue eyes silently dared Arthur, after all, if the other made first move then he would feel no regrets in what he could do to the short male, "I want an answer in words Anglaterra, you have to follow my orders, oui?"
Matthew almost fell in shock, face flushing in anger he spoke, shaking his head, "How can you like me? I'm supposed to by a prisoner that tried to raid your ship remember?"
Feliciano beamed at the praise, smiling as he sat down and started to eat some of his own food. Eager to eat something other than German dishes.
Arthur just shakes his head, lips still a centimeters distance from the others.
"So?" Gilbert says with a grin. "I decided I like you!" he adds, his signature "kesese" at the end.
Francis chuckled as he warned, "I might have to punish you if you do not listen to me, then you really won't be able to go outside this room... But perhaps you like it in here?"
Matthew shakes his head at the childish nature of the other. Blinking when Gilbird landed on his shoulder.
Sighing, Arthur shakes his head again furiously. "I said yes obviously you bloody wanker." he finally mutters.
"See! Gilbird likes you too!" Gilbert beams.
The long haired man let out a small laugh as he leaned forward to press their lips together slowly, "Now was that so hard ma cher?"
The blond rolled his eyes as he pet the bird gently, whispering to the small fluff ball, "Your master is a little crazy huh?"
Face burning, Arthur tries to look away again.
Gilbird just chirps in reply. "What are you telling him?" Gilbert asks curiously.
Francis didn't allow the other to turn away again as he kept his hold on his chin, speaking with a dangerous look coming to his blue eyes, "Ah, ah, ah, you made me wait through all of that and just gave me permission to do what I want." Silencing any protest he sealed his lips over Arthur's lips once again, forcing his tongue past his lips with ease.
"Something in French," the other lied as he patted the bird gently on the head.
Arthur attempts to look mad but makes no resistance against the other.
Gilbert just nods, rolling over onto his stomach.
The French man chuckled softly at the sight of the scrunching, overly thick eyebrows of the other. Continuing to explore Arthur's mouth quickly, wanting to make this last as long as possible as he could taste the Spanish wine. Hands going to rest on the hips of the short haired blond.
Matthew hummed softly to himself as he played a little bit with the bird before looking towards the albino from the corner of his eyes, wondering if he had fallen asleep.
Arthur suddenly smiles, seeing a fairy that had just settled on the others shoulder.
Rolling back over again, Gilbert all but whines, "I'm boooooored~."
Francis broke the kiss with a small tilt of his head, asking with a small hint of confusion to his voice, "What is it?"
Matthew sweat dropped as he spoke with a small sigh, "What did you do before you captured me to keep yourself entertained on long trips?"
Arthur nods towards the fairy, still smiling.
Gilbert shrugs. "I would bug West, or plan something with Antonio and Francis, but now they're all preoccupied."
Francis frowned as he snapped his fingers in front of his face, speaking, "Kirkland, tell me what has your attention." He was feeling more than a little peeved that the other was seeming to not being interested in him, even after and during their kiss.
"Surely they have been preoccupied before," the other said with a small sigh. Seriously could this man really be a feared captain?
Suddenly looking at the other, Arthur asks, "How do you know my name?"
"I guess..." Gilbert trails off, "but never all at once!" he adds.
"As I said before, you are rather famous on the waters. But finding out your actual last name was a challenge. What could have made a set for life noble boy turn to the life of a pirate?" Francis was smirking softly as he knew he had him pegged with all the information he had gather from different ports. In truth he had been fascinated by the stories of a rising very young British pirate and now that he had him in his hands he didn't want to allow him to slip away, "Also your little hobbies make you a rather interesting trophy."
Matthew sighed as he rubbed his temples, asking something in hope that he could get the other to stop his whining, "What did you for with other prisoners?" ...Wait did he really want to know if what his brother told him was true?
"'little hobbies'?" Arthur asks with a frown.
Gilbert shrugs. "Had fun with them usually." he says nonchalantly.
"Magic, raiding tea ships, and also seeming to have the habit of attacking over pirate ships instead of merchants," Francis explained as he locked his blue eyes with green.
"Fun?" the other repeated with a small frown, slowly sitting down on the ground as he tried to play with the bird like he was unaffected.
Still frowning, Arthur says "well they're not exactly hobbies anymore if I can't do them.", quite obviously pouting.
Gilbert nods, staring up at the ceiling.
Francis raised a small eyebrow, a hand suddenly gripped both of the younger man's easily in one of his own, "You seem to be trying to do the first right now." Blue eyes were flashing just slightly in the light of the sun's rays that managed to get past the blinds of the window. The look of anger on his face didn't seem natural on the face of the French man.
"You... never felt guilt?" the other asked with a small frown as he watched the bird fly from one hand to the other.
Arthur, confused, doesn't say anything, but his confusion is written all across his face.
"I never did before..." Gilbert says quietly.
Francis frowned as his free hand easily picked the fairy out of the pocket of long blue jacket, the small creature holding onto the piece of chalk that he had taken from the other. "Now was that wise?"
"Before?" Matthew asked with a small tilt of his head, looking at the other from the corner of his eyes, did he really think differently now?
Arthur just stares at the fairy in shock before starting to laugh. "Figures." he says with a smirk.
Gilbert nods, glad that Matthew couldn't see his red tinted face.
"How is this funny?" Francis questioned with a small frown as he watched the other, keeping a hold on the fairy and the others hands.
Matthew frowned as he didn't really get an answer, "Before what?"
"Because obviously I didn't tell her to do that, or you would have heard me, wouldn't you have?" Arthur decides to point out.
Gilbert pretends not to hear the blond, stretching again.
Francis frowned as he forced the chalk away from the fairy and let it go, releasing Arthur as second later as he stepped away with an annoyed expression, "Whatever." Turning away he started to walk away from the shorter pirate.
Matthew sighed softly as he spoke, "You were the one that told me to start asking questions."
Stumbling over to the bed, Arthur sprawls on it, a pouty expression on his face since he was still rather drunk from the Spanish wine.
Gilbert sighs before chuckling. "I guess I did, huh?" he says, "Before you showed up." he says softly.
"I don't feel in the mood to deal with you right now," Francis muttered softly, all hints of what he had been feeling before completely gone as he moved towards the door. Heels of his boots clicking on the floor as he moved.
Matthew frowned as he spoke with a small shake of his head, "But why am I different from the others, obviously you liked 'them' because you did that to them." Inwardly frowning he wondered where his sanity was, was he trying to argue with the other about not raping him?
"Fine." Arthur says, clearly mad about something.
Gilbert shakes his head. "I didn't like them. They were just toys really." he says, trying to explain.
The long haired blond left the room quickly, locking the door behind him with an annoyed pinch to his brow, "Why did I not just take him dammit?" Francis sighed lowly as he shook his head as he went to check on where they were.
"I don't understand," Matthew said with a small frown as he looked towards the face of Gilbert finally.
Rolling over, Arthur falls asleep.
Gilbert shrugs. "I don't know how to describe it. The others I didn't care about, but you I want to keep safe and hold tight and never let go." he says before realizing what exactly he just said. Face turning red, he rolls over again and buries his face in his bed.
Francis sighed as he walked up to the helm, seeing that it was late with the sun starting to set. Antonio he saw was carrying Romano down inside his ship. But this last captain going under meant there was slack on the crews. Frowning he took his time going to the helm, taking out a spy glass his eyes widened slightly as he saw a ship off to the east. "Merde!" Quickly he raised the alarm.