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Matthew felt his face grow bright red at this comment, blinking dumbly as he didn't know what to say, head snapping up as he heard yells and a bell ringing from above deck.
Cursing, Gilbert quickly gets up and starts to run out of the room. "That's the alarm." he tells the other, "either follow close behind me till we see what's up or wait down here. You're choice." he says, allowing the Canadian options.
Ludwig, who had finished eating and cleaning the dishes used, was among the crew that had ran above, stopping only to drop the small Italian off in his room since he could already tell he would be useless and a liability.
Matthew frowned before following after the other, wanting to at least have an idea of what was going on.
Antonio ran up to his own helm after leaving Romano in his room, seeing the signal from Francis he pulled out his spy glass and looked for the cause, blinking as he took in the sight of another pirate ship. One whose flag and design was unfamiliar to him.
Francis looked towards Gilbert as he was the closest and could carry the message to Antonio, "I suppose we have our chance to make allies now if they are friendly."
Gilbert nods. "If they have no intention of being friendly we'll be at a big disadvantage when they attack though." he says, carrying both his and Francis' words to Antonio. "So do either of you know where they're from? If we can't even understand them it'll be kinda useless." he adds.
Ludwig suddenly noticed the person behind his bruder, confused. The boy looked just like the man that had shot him, but yet... Nope, it must have been his imagination he decides as the person seems to disappear again.
Francis and Antonio nodded their heads as they finally hoisted their own flags a signal for the other ship to approach and even board. The ship responding by heading their way and hoisting a black, white and red flag of its own.
Gilbert had hoisted his as well, watching carefully to see what the new pirate did. Obviously they were open to talking, but would they be able to understand them at all? Glancing around to check that Matthew was still safe, he turns back to face the oncoming ship.
Matthew frowned as he concentrated on the colors of the flag, finally speaking softly, "It's Chinese." Tilting his head he watched at the new ship pulled aside Francis's, obviously this was where this meeting would take place.
Antonio quickly moved over to Francis's ship, watching as a board was lowered from the other ship and a simply built young man dressed in red and gold silk Asian shirt and black pants walked over to step gracefully onto the Bella Mort. His hands folded in his sleeves and long dark hair pulled into a low pony tail he bowed in greeting.
Francis walked over to greet the new individual, blinking as he looked at the fragil looking and short young man. Was he really the captain? He was starting to wonder as he bowed polietly back as the new pirate spoke, "你好, hello." He spoke English, thank god!
Gilbert, who had also hopped on over to the Bella Mort while dragging Matthew along behind him, quickly whispers to his friends, "Chinese" before bowing and smiling at the short new man. "Hallo!" he feels the need to say before letting the other two do most of the talking. They always joked that Antonio was the awesome fighter, Gilbert the sarcastic one, and Francis the charismatic one.
Ludwig decides to stay on Old Fritz since he wouldn't be much help with negotiations, or with fighting seeing as his shoulder was still injured.
Francis smiled softly as he stepped forward, speaking as the other straighten up, "My name is Francis Bonnefoy, captain of the Bella Mort, this is Antonio Fernandez, captain of Toro del Mar, and Gilbert Beilschmidt, captain of The Old Fritz."
The Chinese man nodded softly as he spoke, his voice even being slightly more high pitched, "Yao Wang, captain of the Red Dragon. You have come from very far away... What are you doing on this coast, aru?"
Gilbert opens his mouth as if to say something, but then quickly closes it again. The new foreign person might be intimidated by his awesomeness if he said anything much.
Francis smiled as charmingly as ever, "You see we have decided to coast out new grounds to pillage as we are having trouble back home... Too crowded you could say." Seeing Yao nod he spoke while looking him straight in the eyes, "You have been here a long time, pas? Perhaps..." He trailed off deciding that this is where Yao would have to call the shots.
"You want to gather allies," Yao finished as he looked slowly frown one captain to the next, looking with a small tilt of his head towards the glasses wearing boy behind the albino.
Gilbert nods, attempting to look serious.
Antonio nodded as well, though frowned when he heard Yao's next question, "What is your policy on slaves aru?" The man was speaking bluntly as he kept his hands neatly folded underneath his long and wide sleeves. the look on his face obviously wanting to hear each of their opinions separately.
Francis blinked before straightening himself up as he knew lying so early in their relationship would be unsavory, "I... personally practice a form of forced servatude, oui."
Gilbert shrugs. "It depends. Sometimes it works well, because then you don't have to worry about paying them, but also if you have a rebellious type they'll try to cause problems." he says, completely serious and honest.
Antonio sighed as he explained, "Si, I practice it to a point." Obviously he didn't really think that his relationship with Romano was much of slavery anymore.
Yao nodded softly as he looked at them, "It is common here... Very common, I practice it and wanted to make sure I knew your moral standings, aru." His expression brightened as he spoke, "I think an alliance would be fine. Four ships are better than one or even three after all."
Matthew looked at his feet at the comment of slavery, sighing softly as he understood that slavery was also including the keeping of prisoners. Still he was rather surprised by what Gilbert had said.
Hearing the small blond's quiet sigh, Gilbert realizes that he was going to have to explain even more later before nodding in agreement with the Chinese pirate.
On the distant horizon, Ivan spies where his precious Yao had gotten off to, and was not too happy to see his ship beside three others that were obviously foreign.
Yao smiled happily at this agreement, speaking with Francis more about ideas of ship placement. Stopping mid sentence when he heard someone from his ship call out to him with an obvious worried tone, "Ivan!"
Gilbert looks at Yao and the asian ship in confusion. "Something we might want to know?" he asks curiously.
Heading towards the quartet of ships, Ivan smiles an utterly evil and terrifying smile.
Yao frowned as he gave a call in his own language back to his ship, reluctantly the Chinese ship leaving the Bella Mort and its captain behind as it eagerly gave space for the approaching ship. Looking towards the three he spoke apologetically, "I had been hoping that he would have given us more time. The approaching ship is Russian, it's captain, Ivan I have an alliance with... but he is rather... over protective."
Gilbert raises an eyebrow. "Does this mean we should run or try to form an alliance with him also?" he asks.
Watching Yao's ship leave the trio's behind, Ivan decides he had better stop by and see what conspired anyways.
"As long as my ship is by yours he will not attack you, especially if he thinks I might be on board. I will speak with him and try to convince him to form an alliance with you." Yao tried to give them a cheery smile though it seemed forced as the Russian ship started to line up against the french one.
Francis frowned softly as he backed away from Yao, deciding that giving him space was the best move at the moment.
Gilbert turns around momentarily to tell Matthew to go to his cabin before turning back around. Didn't want to risk him getting hurt after all.
Lead pipe in hand, Ivan switches over to the French ship. "Hello." he says, becoming rather curious about the albino. He'd never met anyone else who had white hair like him before.
"Ivan," Yao said as he quickly walked over to the tall Russia, seeing like always the other was almost twice his height. And as expected Ivan pulled him into a tight embrace that made him feel almost smothered.
Matthew frowned as he slowly leaped over to the Old Fritz making the jump with surprising ease as he passed by Ludwig wordlessly to return to the captain's room.
"You didn't tell me you found new friends, da?" Ivan says, a slightly sadistic smile starting to form on his face.
Gilbert barely resists the urge to find his bruder and hide. He was awesome, he could handle a scary looking creeper no problem. Who was he kidding? He'd be lucky if he could just stay put.
"Ivan," Yao said a little louder, pulling himself from the others arms as he explained, "These men have come from to these waters just recently, aru. And I have agreed to form an alliance with them. I was wondering if you wanted to join it as well." Turning the request into what sounded like his own idea, Yao knew that Ivan would accept it more readily.
"Da, I think it would be good if I had the same allies as Yao. We should form an alliance!" Ivan beams as though it was his own idea and not Yao's.
Gilbert can't help it. His eye twitches slightly at the absurdity of this freakishly huge white haired Russian.
Yao nods with a slightly relieved sigh leaving his lips, pointing towards each person in turn he introduced the captains to each other. Already the Russian had made an... interesting impression.
"Are there sunflowers where you come from?" Ivan asks the trio suddenly.
Gilbert, determined to leave the talking up to Yao and Francis, clenches his teeth to keep from blurting anything.
Francis nodded softly as he spoke, "They grow wild where I come from, France." He kept up his cheery persona as he looked at the giant, frowning though when one of his men gave a short call. Turning his head his blue eyes narrowed as he muttered to himself, "And I thought I locked the door."
Bursting through the doors and onto the deck, obviously drunk again, Arthur spots the five men. Staggering over, he runs into Francis.
Gilbert watches, highly amused before remembering how much Antonio hated the green eyed pirate.
"And who is this?" Ivan says, his smile going scary again.
Francis inwardly groaned as he snapped his fingers in front of the Brit's face, speaking with a small growl, "Iggy, merde!" He managed to catch the collapsing blond, shaking his head with a small sigh.
Antonio's breath shortened as his shoulders squared slightly, obviously looking ready to snap at the other at any moment. Green eyes narrowed as he spoke, "You wasted Spanish wine on him."
Yao blinked at the odd appearance of the other and seeing the collar around the shorter man's neck understood. "Suppose he needs to be watched more carefully aru."
"Come on 'Tonio, I know you hate him, and he is pretty annoying, but you have to admit he's pretty funny to watch drunk." Gilbert says, smirking. "Just think how degraded he'll be when he sobers up."
"Spanish wine? Why is this special?" Ivan asks. "Is it like Russian vodka?"
Wrapping his arms around Francis, Arthur glares at Antonio, face flushed from the alcohol.
Francis kept his hold on the shorter man, knowing his best option was to just sit down on the ground while keeping his hold on the small man. Speaking with a sigh, "Don't start anything Anglaterra." He didn't want to seem rude by getting up and leaving after all.
Antonio sent a withering glance at Arthur before looking towards the Russian, "It is very potent, perhaps we can compare the two some time." His green eyes showed as slight frown as he noticed Francis practically cuddling the Brit.
Ivan nods. "Yes, perhaps we can. I'd very much like to see Yao act like that." he smiles unabashedly.
Gilbert tries to keep from smirking, but then all of a sudden doesn't find it quite so hard. Antonio had obviously done something with his Italian already, and from the looks of it Francis was going to soon if he hadn't already, but he still wasn't anywhere close to that with his cute little Canadian. Suppressing a sigh, he whistles Gilbird over.
Arthur had been watching each person as they spoke, hugging the slightly taller blond tighter, possessively almost.
Yao's face went red almost instantly as he spoke in a firm tone, "I will not Ivan, aru. So please take that image out of your head."
Francis stayed at his position on the floor, pleasantly surprised by Arthur's actions, slowly starting to play with his hair as he watched his friends and new allies.
Pouting, Ivan pulls the Chinese pirate into a hug again.
Gilbert goes back to trying not to laugh at them.
Arthur sighs. He didn't want to say anything in front of the people out there, but he really did want to talk.
The Asian pirate rolled his eyes softly as he was held against the other, speaking as he winced under the feel of the Russian tugging on his long ponytail, "Ayiah! Cut it out."
Antonio smiled softly as he looked towards the albino, "He's rather affectionate no?"
Francis raised an eyebrow at the sound of the sigh, but made no more to recognize it any more as he pet the others head.
Grinning, Ivan suddenly remembers something. "So what was it you said about sunflowers again?" he asks.
Deciding it was a wasted effort to glare at the others, Arthur buries his face in the other blondes chest.
Gently stroking Gilbird, Gilbert smirks as he watches everyone.
Yao sighed as the others mind went off again to something he considered important. Really they needed to start planning instead of small talk.
Francis smiled softly as he continued to pet the Brit as he told the other about the wild sunflowers in his home country, ending with a question, "Any suggestions on where we go first?"
Ivan just shrugs, setting his chin on the short Asians head.
Yao spoke up with a small sigh at the weight on his head, "Why don't we aim towards the Korean coast, after all that is one of the few places we have not raided yet."
Ivan thoughtfully says "I've heard Koreans are funny people."
Gilbert ignores the huge pirate, and nods his agreement with Yao's plan. After all, not like they would know where was good to raid in a place they just arrived at.
Antonio tilted his head softly as he asked, "Funny? What do you mean by that?" The Spanish man was rather interested as he saw the others nod their heads in agreement with the plan.
Francis also wondered what the other meant as he looked towards his friends. Tilting his head as he played with the boy's hair still.
Ivan shrugs. "They believe everything originated in their country even though it clearly originated in mother Russia, da?" he asks, his sadistic smile back.
Gilbird lets out a "piyo" and flies up to next in Gilbert's hair again.
Yao rolled his eyes as he spoke, "In other words egotistic." Looking back at the taller whitish haired man he asked, "Could you give me a ride back to my ship? I'll lead the way if everyone is alright with that. It'll take at least until morning to reach the coast if the wind is with us, aru."
Antonio nodded softly at this comment, leaning against Gilbert as he spoke, "Lead the way mi amigo."
Francis nodded as he got up, still holding the other to him as he watched them.
Gilbert also nods his agreement.
Smiling, Ivan nods at Yao's request, easily picking him up.
Arthur stumbles, face red still as he attempts to stay on his feet.
Antonio smiled softly as he watched the two new pirates leave, waiting until the ship was out of ear range as he looked at the albino, "Sooo, had any luck?" His eyebrow raising as he knew the other would get the hint of what he was talking about.
Francis chuckled softly as he noticed the others condition, easily picking the shorter man bridal style as he walked towards his room once again. Wondering what spurred the Brit to come looking for him... and how he escaped the room in the first place.
Gilbert shakes his head. "For some reason it's different this time. It's like I actually want him to want it too." he says, obviously confused about it.
Arthur lets out a squeak as he's picked up, wrapping his arms around the others neck.
Antonio tilted his head at this comment, speaking as he poked the albino, "You feeling alright, no fever or something?"
Francis stepped into his room with a smile, setting the other on the bed. Thinking that this would be the one place where he could not hurt himself in his state. He blinked though when Arthur did not release his grip around his neck, "Mind telling me why you are so affectionate mon ami?"
Gilbert shrugs. "For all I know I might have a fever." he laughs.
Arthur shakes his head as way of reply.
The Spaniard chuckled softly as he placed a hand on the others forehead, interested in seeing if Gilbert really was unwell.
Francis raised a single eyebrow at this response, trying to unloop the arms around his neck as he wanted to stand up straight rather than being bent over the bedside, "Oui?"
Gilbert just figits slightly. "So?" he asks.
Arthur, though, has a surprisingly strong grip. Face red, he quickly turns his face up and gives the other blond a chaste kiss.
Antonio chuckled as he ruffled the white hair, speaking, "You seem normal enough, though considering you... that's not much."
Francis blinked at the sudden kiss, though returned it slowly as he placed his hands on either side of the others body to support himself as he stayed with his feet still planted on the floor.
Gilbert sighs. "Any other ideas besides me being sick then?" he asks.
Arthur opens his mouth into the kiss, wrapping his legs around the others waist.
The Spaniard shrugged his shoulders as he spoke, "Perhaps your sanity is finally gone or you have suddenly developed a conscious?"
Francis blinked at the eagerness that the other was showing. Slowly moving onto the bed as Arthur's legs stayed wrapped around his waist, his tongue eagerly invading the mouth of the Brit. Usually he could seduce man or woman with little effort, but he hadn't really tried with this pirate... and yet here they were.
Gilbert looks at his friend in horror. "No! I can't have a conscious!"
Arthur moans into the kiss. When he had drank the alcohol he found he didn't realize quite how potent it was, and had drunk more than he normally would have.
The other chuckled softly as he spoke to the increasingly frantic man, "Then how do you explain the fact that the mighty Gilbert currently not being laid with a prisoner whose looks he obviously admires? A PRISONER that has no real purpose other than your entertainment for being in your room instead of the brig?"
Francis grinned softly as he heard the sound escaping the lips he was claiming, breaking the kiss reluctantly for breath as he looked into the green eyes of his prisoner. Once again feeling fascinated by the fact that he had brought the other under his control. Smirking he asked while playing with the collar around his neck, "Arthur? Do you know what you are doing?" Yes, he tasted the wine on the Brit's lips.
Gilbert just pouts at this. "So you're saying this isn't something you've ever experienced before and I should just ignore it?" he asks.
Arthur just mutters, "does it matter?" before kissing the other again.
Antonio shrugged his shoulders as he spoke, "I've been a pirate much longer than you, perhaps my moral standing has been completely ruined by now." Looking towards the other he explained, "It's for the best really, only caring for your allies means less trouble in the future... Now do you really think you have grown a conscious?"
Francis chuckled into the kiss, easily invading the mouth once again as he savored every second. Hands slipping underneath the others shirt as he ran his fingers up from Arthur's sides to his chest.
Gilbert shakes his head. "If West handed me his Italian I wouldn't waist any time." he laughs, "So I'm pretty sure it's a one case issue."
Arthur moans again, pulling the other closer.
"Still a one case situation isn't very good," suddenly he slapped the other hard on the back as he spoke, "Oh, your manliness is going to be called into question soon if you keep this up." Still Antonio was laughing at the others expense, not about to let this issue just rest at the bottom of the ocean, even if they were currently still on the Bella Mort with Francis probably having the time of his life.
Francis shushed the other with another kiss, slowly removing both of their clothes as he rested a hand on Arthur's hip. Wondering what he would do next.
Gilbert asks "How does this question my manliness?"
Arthur just blushes, his body positioned in a very erotic pose as he waited for Francis' next move.
"You are letting a boy that is so weak that he can't even take a punch toy with your mind and heart," Antonio explained as he spun the other around to face him squarely. "Can you now imagine how your crew sees this? After all, you usually boast all day long after each time you take your prisoners, a good past time for your followers."
The long haired man inwardly moaned at the sight of the others spread legs and arms held above his head. Both of them were almost painfully aroused as the Brit's lower regions and red face clearly told this fact. Leaning his head down he nipped and kissed along Arthur's neck, slowly grinding his hips against the other's.
Gilbert frowns at that. "Never thought of that. Guess I'd better take him soon then, huh?" he says with a wink, obviously back to his old self.
Arthur lets out a low moan at the treatment, running his hands along the others chest.
Antonio raised an eyebrow teasingly as he ruffled the others hair, "You are really taking this seriously now?" Wanting to catch Gilbert off guard he placed a quick kiss on the others lips as he spoke, obviously daring the Prussian, "Prove it then, mi amigo!"
Francis smirked softly at the sound, continuing to ravish his neck, leaving bite marks in his wake as he shuddered just slightly under the hands of the shorter man. Grinding against the other again as he knew he couldn't wait much longer.
Smirking, Gilbert decides to ask, "How do you want it proved?"
A light shiver passes through Arthur as he grinds back against the other.
Antonio smiled as he crossed his arms over his chest, stepping back, "Perhaps by showing that you really aren't affected by this... child. What do you say?"
Francis moaned softly as he spoke softly into the others ear, "I can't wait anymore." However he was kind enough to at least give Arthur some warning, and a tease to show his dominance, "It'll hurt like hell without any preparation, though seeing as how drunk you are I don't think you feel it until tomorrow morning." With that said he thrust his hips forward suddenly, burying himself in the tight heat with a loud moan.
"And how exactly do you want me to do that?" Gilbert asks again.
Tears quickly forming in his eyes and his fingers digging into the others skin, Arthur tries to get used to his size and over the pain.
The other rolled his eyes at the others lack of taking a hint, "Take him idiota." To accent his point he poked the albino in the forehead as he dodged any punches or kicks that Gilbert sent towards him.
Francis moaned softly as he stayed still, kissing the other gently as he spoke, "It'll get better soon, just relax."
Gilbert shrugs. "Okay." he laughs, trying unsuccessfully to smack his friend for that poke.
Arthur tries to, and after a few minuets finally gives a slight nod of his head for the other to try moving.
Antonio chuckled as he leaped towards his ship, calling back to the other with a wink, "Have fun Gil!"
Francis almost moaned as the permission was given, slowly starting to thrust as he kissed the others cheeks and lips as he continued to try and move deeper into the tightness of Arthur.
Gilbert waves, laughing. "As always!" he calls in reply before heading to his room and Mattie.
Arthur winces at the pain until suddenly Francis hits that spot. Letting out a slight moan, he tries to help the other hit there again.
Matthew sighed softly as he sat in a chair beside the window, looking out onto the foreign waters as he could now see the two new ships leading the trio to who knows where.
Francis shuddered at the feel of the other lifting his hips to meet him, moaning loudly as he aimed for that spot over and over again as his hand moved onto the short man's member.
Opening the door quietly, Gilbert sneaks up behind the blond.
Arthur also moans, as his pain finally turns to pleasure.
The blond boy remained completely unaware of his surroundings, mind starting to wander off into day dreams of what Alfred could be doing right now and where they could be going next.
The french man moaned as he continued to thrust into the body underneath him. Starting to pick up more speed and force as he felt the pleasure starting to build more and more, clouding his vision as leaned down to press his lips onto the others. Hand starting to pump Arthur in time with his movements.
Quickly and quietly, Gilbert snakes his arms around the other, pulling him close.
Moaning, Arthur can tell that he's close to release, and wraps his arms around the others neck before gasping as he hits his peak.
The glasses wearing boy squeaked as he felt his arms being pinned to his sides and being pulled to his feet rather forcefully and without warning. Eyes wide in confusion he whipped his head around to face the body his back was being pressed against, "Gil-Gilbert?"
Francis moaned loudly at the feel of the other tightening around him as he reached his peak, the sudden squeeze forcing him to his own as he gave one last hard and deep thrust into the Brit's body.
"Hmmm?" Gilbert asks. It was obvious by the way he was acting that something had changed, but he still didn't want to hurt his cute little blond captive.
Arthur just lays there panting before leaning up to kiss the other again.
Matthew shivered as he wiggled in the grip, expecting the other to let him go like he always did. However when the albino didn't relinquish his tight hold the Canadian was forced to realize the differences in this Gilbert than from how he acted earlier. The red eyes were darker and a more serious expression was on his face. Gulping down any fear that threatened to boil up Matthew asked, "I-Is something wrong?"
Francis kissed the other back quickly, body shivering with exhaustion as he slowly slipped free of Arthur. Mumbling out, "That was wonderful Anglaterra."
Gilbert nods his head before capturing the others lips in a kiss.
Arthur nods before stretching, rolling over, and falling promptly asleep.
Matthew squeaked at the sudden kiss, freezing up like an icicle during winter. What was going on? This kiss was different from their first as it was dominating and more demanding than the hesitant one from before. His lips remained tightly sealed as he wiggled more in the grip, not at all liking where this seemed to be going.
Francis blinked as he looked at the other before shrugging as he whispered, "He'll be in for one hell of a surprise in the morning, à coup sûr.(for sure)." Laying down he wrapped an arm around Arthur's waist and falling into sleep as well as he snuggled against him.