*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
**Edit: I have been informed that this is the same as Chapter 3. Fanfiction messed up the chapters somehow when uploading them. This is the "original" Chapter 4 I intended. The "original" Chapter 3 is now back up. By the Gods of Fanfiction, stop messing with me you menacing site of uploading screwups.
A bit of time had passed, and you were about done with tidying up the tavern. Making sure all the chairs were neatly sitting in front of the table, and everything dusted off and wiped down to make it look at its finest before any of the scurvy ridden pirates and other customers come in to begrime it. One of your tavern worker friends saw you wiping off the counter and came quietly up behind you and goosed you a good one.
"Eeek," you gasped and turned around; having a fist swinging, only to have it caught by your friend Sarah. She only beamed a sly grin.
"Guilty of something?" She said chuckling.
"N-no, of course not! You scared me," you said with a tint of red in your face from her startling you.
"Then why the sudden squeak of excitement? Excited your pirate man is coming back? Hmmmm?" Sarah said nosily and poking you in the shoulder with one hand; grinning from ear to ear.
You only looked at her with an unimpressed face, trying to keep your cool about him coming back. You wanted to see him again, but you were not about to let your friend know because she would only tease you more.
"You goosed me you sneaky wench! And I didn't hear you. Of course I would jump! How would you like it if I goosed you unexpectedly?" You said trying to finish up the counter.
"I wouldn't have jumped as high as you," she teased.
Just when she was about to say something else, the door opened and a few fetid pirates came in and sat down in one corner of the tavern; singing and having a good old time. Both you and Sarah looked at each other; making a bet on who would have to go over there when one of the other tavern girls went over there to take their order. She was older, and more experienced in waiting on creepy customers.
With a sigh of relief from both of you, Sarah strolled off and you both went back to your work. After wiping down the counter, you had turned around and was quickly wiping those shelves off. However, you didn't notice that someone was behind you; watching you. After finishing wiping the bottom shelves, you stood up and turned around, only to be caught by surprise by a certain grinning, perverted pirate.
You gasped and put one of your hands to your face and the other, holding the rag, to your hip. And, feeling a bit embarrassed by him suddenly being there. How long had he been there? You thought to yourself, after catching your breath.
"Why so jumpy, luv?" Captain Kirkland said with a sly smile. "Having more dirty thoughts of me and my lil ol innocence?"
You removed your hand and gave him a scornful look. "Sure, so many dirty thoughts you're now the biggest wench in the port!" You said to tease him back.
He only flushed, trying to act all innocent, "Awww, how sweet of ye. But, here I be thinkin' I was yer one and only wench," he said giving you his biggest puppy eyes that made his green orbs shine big and bright in the tavern lights.
You laughed a bit and threw the rag at his face playfully. "Go sit yer dirty bum down and I'll bring you some food."
"But how do ye know what me be wanting?" He said curiously.
"You'll get what I bring you and like it," you said sarcastically. He was rubbing off on you too much, but you knew how to play his game a bit.
He only chuckled and went back to his usual spot; leaving the rag on the counter. You came back shortly after with a plate of food and some rum. He looked at the rum like a child who had been scorned by his mother.
You raised an eyebrow, "And what's wrong this time?"
He gave you a pitiful look and pointed to the water; poking his bottom lip out as well.
"Oh no," you said, "you can pour that yourself big boy".
He raised an eyebrow and was about to say something until you cut him off short. "Don't you say it or I'll take this back and bring you water".
He chuckled, knowing you might beat him to what he was thinking. What can he say? He had no shame really in teasing you with perverted innuendos.
"I'll be back in a bit to see if you need anything," you said turning around and leaving. Just when you turned leave, he made a small whimpering noise and you turned around to see what he was whining about. He just made a pitiful face as if saying 'are you gonna leave me here all alone? '
You just looked over your shoulder at him and then turned a bit meeting his "gaze" and sighed.
"Aww, won't ye at least keep me company luv?" He said as pitifully as he could. You just sighed once more and strolled over there and took up a seat across from him. Your back towards the counter and kitchen.
You just gave him a weird look until he finally asked "What is it, luv?"
You just kept staring at him, trying to figure him out in any way possible. But it just seem like nothing would glue together. Your brows were furrowed and your arms were crossed when you finally asked,
"Why did you help me this morning?" He just looked at you with his tankard of rum halfway to his lips when he sat it back down on the table and relaxed back into his chair; folding his hands across one another on his lap and smiling at you. You raised an eyebrow, "well," you said.
He just kept beaming a grin until he finally answered "I was just out and about and 'appened to see ye so I thought I'd keep ye company".
"Surrrre you were. Sure you weren't just stalking random people?" You said with your arms folded across your chest.
He chuckled, "Stalking random people. Stalkin' them til I found you", he said winking and taking a drink of his rum and a bit of his food. You both sat there and made small talk while he ate.
There was no need to worry about attending other customers. It was going to be a slow day due to the fact that most the sailors were going back to the sea for a while before coming back to the festival. Which would be happening in about a month. So everyone was getting ready for the week long holiday.
Captain Kirkland finally finished his meal and sat back rubbing his stomach. Feeling full and refreshed. "Ahhh, that be a lovely meal as always", he said, "Ye have satisfied yer wench".
You chuckled a bit at demeanor. Something was just wrong with this man. In more ways than one, but figuring it out was coming to you ever so slowly. "Glad it filled you up my wench. Now, hither forward and make your man some money," you said slyly.
He only looked at you and beamed a smile. "But this wench be tired now and needs to nap."
"No, me wench needs to go work off the food that was just eaten", you replied quickly.
He was impressed with how you'd been acting and coming out of your shell. He stood up and Mrs. Madeleine had come out to see him. You took up his dishes and plates and strolled away to the kitchen. When you came back, both of them were having a conversation about something. You weren't sure what, but you peeked behind the doorway and tried to listen. But, a few quick glances from the Captain a few times made you look away faster than any ship could sail. You didn't want him to notice you trying to listen in on the conversation.
After he was done talking to Mrs. Madeleine, he took his hat and glided toward the door. Right before he stepped out, he quickly turned back and winked at you, then proceeded to go through the doors. Mrs. Madeleine turned around and headed to kitchen, signaling you to follow suit to help with some more work.
A few hours passed and soon lunch was over, and dinner was around the corner. You had been so busy that you had almost forgotten about the captain. He had missed lunch, and soon dinner would be here. However, since there weren't many customers and it would be slow for a few days, Mrs. Madeleine decided to give you tavern girls a break and let you go off to the town or where ever you wanted to go before it was dinner time. There was plenty of time to go about the small village. But, you decided on going to the piers instead. It was a beautiful day, and no ships were standing in the way of your wonderful view of the sky.
You finally reached the piers, only to find a few ships were still at the docks. Mostly merchant ships for the towns on the small surrounding islands. And a few pirate ships left. You did wonder for a moment which one was Captain Kirkland's. But took your eyes off the ships and proceeded down further toward the biggest part of the pier. Specially made for onlookers of the fair sky and sea horizon. You loved looking out at the ocean and seeing the blue crystals that shimmered off the waves and the clear blue sky. However, it seemed a storm was approaching. Ominous clouds were in the distance, but you wanted to enjoy the fresh air and freedom you have for the time being.
You were so caught up in sky gazing that you did not notice that someone was standing behind you. Before you could turn around, a soft purr filled your ears, "Ello luv". You quickly turned around to see Captain Kirkland standing behind you with a pleasant gaze that seemed only for you, and you had a tiny blush on your face from the sound of his voice.
"So what brings ye down here to the piers?" He asked wonderingly; standing beside you with his arms relaxed on the wood railing.
"I always love coming down here to gaze at the sea and sky. It's always so pleasant and feels so calm," you replied going off into a daze. You just seemed to zone out for a moment thinking of how free the ocean and sky were, and forgetting where you were and who you were with.
Arthur could see the longing in your eyes in that small moment as he leaned over to you and whispered "Luv, it's not nice to stare".
You quickly snapped out of it and puffed your cheeks out a bit. "Well maybe it'll do a trick for me if I do," you replied sarcastically.
He chuckled at your remark and just gazed out at the sea. "Aye, it sometimes does if ye look long enough,' he said with a wink. "Just gotta know when."
For the next few hours, he walked with you around the pier; looking at the different ships that were still in the harbor. He took you past his grand ship, "The Wanderer". She was a beautiful sight. The finest wood you could imagine must have built this ship. And, cost a small fortune at that. You wanted to see the ship, but were a bit too afraid to ask. Of course, knowing your luck, Captain Kirkland might tie you up and sail off with you. Though, you kind of wouldn't mind.
"Such a beautiful ship," you said gazing it at it.
"Aye, finest one I've ever sailed upon. She holds strong and true, though the name doesn't suit her much, but she doesn't complain", he replied; feeling his ego grow a bit bigger with your compliment. "I'll be sure to let you have a look around her one day. If no one catches us", he winked at the end of that.
"I think the ship may get jealous if I get on there."You said laughing, "but, why The Wanderer?" You asked curiously.
Captain Kirkland just stood there for a moment, smirking at how his ship might get jealous having you on it. "Well, me crew and I do kind of wander, so-to-speak", he chuckled at that lame reply. "Course, I could've named her Fancy. I'm sure me crew would feel a bit manly eh?"
You too laughed a bit at the thought of some rough tough pirates sailing on a ship with a girly name. "I guess they would."
When you two passed by to the next pirate ship, Arthur stopped and pointed to it. "See that ship?"
You nodded in response.
"That be a man ship", he said.
"How do you know?" You asked raising an eyebrow.
"Because, it has a big plank", he said chuckling. "The small planks are female and the large planks are male".
You only face-palmed at his perviness for defining what a male and female ship is.
After that, you two began to walk back up the pier toward the small town. There were a few merchant ships that came and go. Mostly bringing in goods that the surrounding islands needed, since they were so far away from a continent. The sun was setting and the clouds were almost right above your island. But only a few crackles of thunder boomed here and there; but no rain yet.
You both returned back to the tavern and stood under the small light that was hanging above the door. You were tired from all the fresh air, but enjoyed being with the Captain more than anything. Before you could reach for the door knob he quickly grabbed your hand and pulled it back towards him smiling.
There was a bit of sadness in his eyes that you noticed; even though he was smiling.
"Before I go, this here be the last time we'll be seeing each other, luv. I 'ave to get back to the sea fer a bit. But it shan't be long," he said and his smile started to fade.
You just stood there a bit disappointed because you had become just a bit attached to the old scurvy buzzard and didn't know what to think about him leaving. The past few days had been wonderful, and now he was leaving you? You were a bit lost for words, but not before you noticed him fidgeting a bit.
He was trying to keep his composure and not act like a young lad who was nervous to talk to a beautiful woman. "B-before I leave, I would like to know yer name," he said; trying not to stutter. "If ye don't mind luv. I believe we never formally introduced ourselves." He had a hopeful look upon his face, waiting for your answer.
You stood there wondering for a moment and realized you both had not formally introduced yourselves.
"That's right, I guess I know your name, but you don't know mine," you said with a small smile. "My name's ******* *****".
You had forgotten that he was still holding your right hand when he flicked his wrist and had yours on top of his and bent down to kiss it. "Well then Ms. *******," he said with a glint of happiness in his eyes, "I bid you adieu. I shant be gone too long, but if fer some reason I be, may I have the pleasure of writing to you?"
Now you honestly couldn't believe it. He was asking for permission to write to you? He was obviously nuts. Or something else is wrong with him. Your face just flushed a bit and nodded a simple yes. Which was all that your body would allow you to at the time.
You turned around and opened the door to see Mrs. Madeleine. She was going to get a bit of fresh air herself for a few minutes. She motioned for both of you to go in. She had already stated that Arthur would not be leaving without some supper. So he sat at his usual spot and finished his meal. There was only a handful of customers. Too intoxicated to know what coherency is at this point.
While he was having his meal, Mrs. Madeleine decided to pay him a special visit at his tiny island of a table. "And I know why ye be up early today wit the roosters you lil pervert. Ye been choking yer chicken again 'avent you? " she said giving him a sly grin and trying to embarrass him the best way she could.
Arthur just looked at her with the most dumbfounded face that was turning slightly pink and red. And with his rum in his hand. He then sat his drink down and then he started to slowly grin and his grin got bigger and bigger until his eyes were shut and he was chuckling a bit. "Hahaha, oh Mrs. M, you always think the best of me," he said through laughing fits, "but, it wasn't me makin them noises. " He winked at you.
Mrs. Madeleine only teased him more, "Oh no? Then that ship of yers just gets excited when ye prance around naked?"
"Aye," he said, "that, she does. She gets so excited she turns over on her side." He then leaned over to you and whispered. "She can't control herself" and grinned. You just smiled. He's nuts, that's all there is too it. But he has a sense of humor like no other.
"The only turnover that ship of yours is gonna do is when you choke your chicken to fast that it just kills over and tosses your small rump overboard. And we'll know, we'll be hearing ye clucking away!" Mrs. Madeleine replied, laughing and taking his dishes and setting them on the counter while you just watch the both of them.
"And, I'll be seeing ye two lovely ladies when the festival comes. I'll be sure to wear me best chicken outfit." He said, stroking the feather in his hat and placing it on his head. He started to walk out of the tavern, but not before turning around and whistling at you and Mrs. M. He put his arms up under each other and bent his knees and walked backwards slowly out of the tavern clucking like a chicken, "Bwaaaaaack", he said as a finally good bye, grinning and then turned to walk off.
She walked over to him and playfully hit him with a rag and said,"I guess we'll know when you're back. We'll hear you clucking a mile away. No wonder your ship rocks side to side so much." She gave him a big hug and shooed him out of the door.
What a wonderful day it had been.