*Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia, or any of its characters. Just the ideas and what I am writing.

*Author's note: Different chapters may be different content ratings. And, feedback is always welcome. So I know whether to keep going or not.

*Pairing/Shipping: Pirate EnglandxReader

When Captain Kirkland walked up to his favorite tavern, he looked at the sign that hung there; dangling in the wind that read "Dew Drop Inn". He chuckled to himself while he thought, 'I dew want to drop in'. He opened the door to the dive bar, and of course, expected nothing less of what he saw. A bunch of old, crusty pirates drinking, bickering, winking at some of the tavern girls and of course, and chowing down food as if they had not eaten some in a while. Though, one would wonder if this tavern was in the right area of the neighborhood. Unlike the other taverns that were around here, the owner made clear to not harass the tavern girls in an inappropriate manner.

Mrs. Madeleine would have none of it. An old woman of the motherly type who made all around her behave in a somewhat civilized manner. She ran the tavern most of the time while her husband was out fishing for the daily catch that would feed the hungry buccaneers, and sent her tavern boy to run and fetch provisions that would be needed for the tavern itself. While the young tavern girls made sure all was clean and in order for when serving the scurvy men.

Captain Kirkland loved Mrs. Madeleine just like he would if she were his own mother. He would always come by to pay her a visit when nearing the Caribbean; for fear of receiving her wrath like a child would by being scolding by his mother. He would always leave full and happy of all her good food and rum; helping him sleep the nights away in peace.

He took his seat in his usual spot to watch the others go about their daily routine. Instead of Mrs. Madeleine coming to wait on him, a young tavern girl approached. He could tell she had to be new, for she was nervous and somewhat fidgety around him.

He smiled and said, "And how are ye luv? I haven't seen ye around, ye must be new here?"

You turned a little pink in the face at how obvious you were. He was not the first one to ask you that, and probably not the last for a good while. However, most of the others were to drunken to really notice how long you had been working there.

"I-I'm good," you stammered a bit," and, I am."

"I'll be having some rum for now luv," he said leaning back in his chair.

"O-okay," you said while you turned back around to walk to the bar.

He leaned forward in his chair and propped his elbows on the table while resting his hands under his chin, looking around at the all inhabitants. Even though he had seen it all before, he just liked looking; hoping to catch something new of course. But, before he could have time to even think of anything else, you arrived with the rum in tow and placed it in front of him along with a tankard.

"Ahh," the Captain said, delighted to see his favorite drink. "Thanks luv. Been a while since I had this kind o' rum."
He poured some of the rum into the tankard and took a swag of it. Then he sat the tankard down and without taking his gaze of the room he asked, "And where be Mrs. Madeleine tonight luv?"

"She's out at the moment getting a few things. She should be back anytime now," you said, still a bit nervous.

"Ahh, that be good. I can't be leavin' 'til I have some of her good home cooked food," he said with a wide smile and rubbing his stomach at the thought of her delicious food.

Just when you were about to try and say something to him, you heard a loud call from the back. Speak of the devil, Mama Madeleine was back, and she wanted to see her favorite patron. Mrs. Madeleine came out from the back with a beaming face that could light up the night sky.

"I thought I saw your ship pull in today you little buccaneer!" Mrs. Madeleine said with such delight.
"I knew you'd be stopping in first thing or else I would have to hunt you down to feed you."

Arthur laughed, "But of course Mama Madeleine! I dare not come to see ye first after a voyage." He stood up to give her a hug and continued while you stood there just watching, "Yer home cookin' is what helps me to sleep so good at night."

Mrs. Madeleine only grinned more, "And that's what will keep you coming back and behaving yourself somewhat aye?"

Arthur only laughed more, "Aye, that be the reason luv," he said sitting back down in his chair hearing his stomach growl.

"And I suppose someone's a bit hungry right?," she said eyeing him with a grin.

"In more ways than one luv," he said winking at her.

"Oh now you behave yourself," she laughed and playfully hit him with her apron. "I'll be right back with your food. And you young miss, come with me," she said turning to you grinning.

You followed her into the kitchen to help prepare the food. However, you could not help but wonder what the relationship was between them.

"Now then," Mrs. Madeleine said, "time to get started on some good food to feed him and stuff him with." She said starting to prepare his food with his favorite dish.

While Mrs. Madeleine was preparing Captain Kirkland's food, you cracked the kitchen door open a bit and peeked out to gaze at the Captain. You could not help but notice how cleaned up he was for a pirate. Captain or not, he was rather spotless. His soft blonde hair that weaved about slightly; his emerald eyes that shined brightly from the lighting in the room; the crispness of his clothes that shown hardly to any dirt at all. Amazing. Even his smile made you blush a bit. You kept watching him with curiosity, seeing his eyes dart from one spot to another at random intervals. It did not take much time watching him to make you realize that he was just watching everyone and everything around him with some kind of interest. Although, for some reason, you wanted to talk to him more, but highly doubted the chance would be given. Mostly because the pirates that came only stayed for a few days before sailing off again for a long time; and highly doubted that a pirate would want just chat.

Trying not to get your hopes of too fast, you decided to think positive, and also find out from Mrs. Madeleine how long dear Captain would be staying. Although, you do not want your intentions to be so obvious; but nothing hardly escapes Mama Madeleine's eyes. Before you could even think another thought, Mrs. Madeleine was coming full pelt with food in tow and you jumped out of the way holding the door open for her. She may have seemed too busy to notice what you were doing, but she was no fool, not by a long shot.

She brought Arthur's food and sat it down in front of him. "I hope you enjoy this to the fullest young man. You need all the nutrients you can get from being at sea so long," she said with laughter.

Arthur only laughed at this too. "And how ye tease me all the time that I be not getting the proper nutrients one needs for a growing boy right?"

She busted out in laughter, holding her hand to her chest trying to contain herself. "Oh how you have a sarcastic answer for everything I see. That's something I do miss hearing around here."

You stayed behind the door, peeking and hearing bits and pieces of the conversation. Although, you had a suspicion that Mrs. Madeleine might be trying to see how long he would be here for a reason. Said reason would be the one peeking through the door. You had never been taken aback by any pirate that had come through so far, Captain or not, so why the sudden interest now?

After a few more brief moments, Mrs. Madeleine started to make her way back to the kitchen, beaming a big smile across her face and laughter in her eyes. You backed away from the door that swung open when she pushed through giving you a beaming grin and wink. She returned to preparing more food for the night and for making tomorrows preparations to get ahead start.

"Hmm, I do believe his pot of rum should be near empty." Mrs. Madeleine said not looking up from kneading some dough. "Why don't you go and serve him some more?"

Now the grin on her face was apparent and you could not help but think what she had told the Captain, or what her plans were. Mrs. Madeleine could be a sneaky old woman when she wanted to be.

You stood there for a moment pondering until her sarcastic tone kicked in, "Before some other lady decides to serve him rum?"

Now she looked up at you and winked, which caused you to just blankly stare at her in a somewhat shocked manner. Although you were still a bit nervous to go back out, you did not want another tavern girl to service him anything, wanting the opportunity for yourself.

You went out of the kitchen door and into the bar to grab another pot of rum and started to make your way to his table. Keeping your eyes only focused on him and no one else. And also hoping no other patrons would bother you as you made your way to his table on the other side of the room.

"My God," you said aloud without thinking, surprised that he was not stuffing his food into his face like the others were at the moment.

Arthur chuckled at you and responded without missing a beat, "There's only a certain circumstance that ye should be saying that phrase luv."

It took you a moment to understand what he was really meaning, and you turned a bright red when you finally realized it; almost dropping the pot that contained the rum in it as well. He only grinned and winked while he sat his utensils down to the side and just gazed at you.

"I be guessing that lovely pot right there contains some more quenching for me thirst?" He said smiling and pointing to it.

You tried to keep your calm, but for some reason, that was just not happening.

"Y-yes, Mrs. Madeleine said you'd be needing some right about now," you said stammering a bit and replacing the pots.

"Ahhh, what would I do without that loving woman?" He said out loud in thought. "She's just the best. And may I ask, what the 'my God' was about luv?"

You're face turned a new shade of embarrassed red at the thought of really saying what you thought. You thought for a moment on the right words to portray.

"Well…normally, um, most of the customers that come in here don't usually," you said before thinking, yet again, but was cut off short by the silver tongued Captain.

"Look more handsome than a God, clean and eat somewhat decently?" He said beaming a wide grin of power at you.

You only stared and held the pot with both hands trying to hide your obvious interest in him. However, you could not help but like his sense of humor at the same time. A smartass at its finest. And a sexy one at that.

"Yeah, sure," you said, trying to seem more interested, though you would like to give him the same treatment back to see his reaction. But, you thought for saving that for later, if the chance ever came.

"Oh, so only the last two ye are concerned with?" He said, acting a little hurt.

"N-no! I didn't mean that at all!" You said, trying to be sincere," It's just, I don't see many look or eat like that often."

"Aye," he paused, "that be true. Can't say I blame em. Being on the high seas, one tends to eat however one pleases. Mostly due to only being around the same gender ye see." He said while taking a quick look around at the same, and some new, patrons; then taking a drink of his new full pot of rum from his tankard.

"That," he continued, "And being around certain kinds of company…if ye know what I mean. Not a lot of high class to be found, so most do not even bother with manners." He chuckled a bit.

You too, had also taken a look around to try and understand what the Captain was talking about. Only to find out that it was true. Most places, the women were as tough as men, and just as crude. And hardly any around here made any commitments to anything, or anyone.

"Well, I be letting ye get back to yer work whilst I douse down the rest of these here food…before I fall asleep on this here table. I don't think Mrs. Madeleine would appreciate that." He said with a final wink and he returned to his meal.

You took the pot and returned to the kitchen, clutching it like it was a rare and precious jewel. Then, you sat the pot in the sink and went back to peeking out of the window of the kitchen door this time. Mrs. Madeleine only chuckled at your curiosity of the Captain. She had been lenient on you because of your sudden interest, but did not want you to slack off either.

The Captain finished his dinner and gave his farewells to Mrs. Madeleine and parted for the night. You, on the other hand, could not wait for him to come back. So, you, along with the others, cleaned the place like normal, and tried your best to sleep that night, though it seemed impossible.