*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. And "positive constructive feedback is always welcomed.

*Pairing/Shipping: Pirate EnglandxReader

Slowly, very slowly, light began to show through the darkness; waking you from your slumber. You awoke, slowly lifting your head up, then sitting upright in bed and rubbing your tired eyes with a big yawn. You kept your eyes closed halfway and looked to where the bright light was coming from on your left. Peering out and being stung even more with that blazing light of the midmorning sun. Until it hit you. You looked away from the sunlight and towards the dark part of your room with eyes wide and a face that was redder than a beet.

You remembered you had just about fainted after Captain Kirkland has snuck you a passionate kiss. You drew your face up to your cheeks and could feel them burning brightly. Squinting your eyes shut and feeling all giddy while replaying it in your mind. You honestly had not expected that, or at least, not anytime soon. You had just been enjoying the festival and his company and then he surprises you. He really was a sneaky pirate. But, you did not mind. Since he had been treating you with wonderful respect instead of like a regular wench. You vaguely remembered even getting back to the tavern after leaving the festival; even though there were those who partied all night and fireworks booming. All you could think about was how you were going to face him today. You knew that he would be here soon; he couldn't pass up Mrs. Madeleine's food for anything...or rum. You slightly giggled at the thought of holding some rum hostage to get whatever you wanted from him. Or to see him get all fidgety and anxious, although he might get more feisty and pounce on you to get his beloved drink.

Slipping out of bed and into some comfortable clothes, you strolled downstairs trying to keep your happy composure as you smelled some delicious food coming from the kitchen. Mrs. Madeleine was preparing some breakfast and you stood near the doorway that led out into the tavern, not noticing if anyone had even come into the place. Mrs. Madeleine was humming away at a old sea song while making you a plate. She looked up for a moment and flashed a big grin at you and had a gleam in her eye, then went back to her work. She placed your food on a table and you walked over to grab it to go sit down and eat. She did not even ask how the festival went, because she probably already knew...thanks to a certain Pirate. You practically swallowed your food and drink then put them into the sink and started walking to the door when she raised her head to say something to you.

"Ahhhh, well you be going back to the festivities today?" She said with a smile; walking towards the door to the tavern that you were occupying.

You smiled and replied, "Of course, unless you need me for anything?"

"Oh no, you know we won't have any customers here for a while. But, there is one thing I'd like you to do for me", she said with a wry face.

You looked at her wonderingly, "S-sure, what is it?"

She pointed out through the doors window with her finger, "Take that cheeky lil buccaneer with you. He's been up my bum all mornin' practically."

You turned around and saw him standing right behind the window of the door that you were standing in front of. You let out a small yelp and waved your hands about then held one of your hands over your chest; trying to catch your breath. He was just grinning like the little cheeky pirate he was. You just glared at him, but still he gave you a big grin; looking like he did nothing wrong. You quickly pushed the door open, which hit him on the nose and he jumped back out of the way holding it with one hand.

"Aye luv, what be that fer?" He said seeing if he was bleeding.

"Y-you scared me you little sneak," you responded. "Gonna give me a heart attack you shameless wonder".

He chuckled, sliding his hat a bit to hide his face, when Mrs. Madeleine poked her head out, "See? He won't go away fer nothing. I figured you could baby sit him for a while", she winked and went back into the kitchen. Leaving you two alone.

You just stared at him with a death glare that could put out a few hundred suns. He slid the hat up a little trying to show a bit of innocence that his eyes would not allow him to possess.

"I thought ye might want to get an early start on the festival today," he said smiling with his eyes gleaming in the morning light. "Just promise to not faint anymore, or I might kidnap ye onto me ship and sail off," he said winking and setting his hat back onto its spot on his head.

Your face turned a bit pink and you were trying not to seem too embarrassed, but, nothing gets past this little pervert of a Captain.

You smiled and replied ever so sweetly, "Oh but Captain, a gentleman such as yourself would never do that to a lady such as me, now would you?"

He chuckled and walked lightly over to you and whispered in your ear with a soft purr, "Ye never know, I might just take you now and make ye my wench".

You knew he was kidding, but you could not stop yourself, when he backed up from you you slapped him. He gave you the same dumbfounded face that were giving him. Then he realized what you were thinking.

"Aye luv, I didn't mean it like that. I wouldn't be callin' ye a wench in a disrespectful way. It sorta...slipped," he said feeling a bit embarrassed for some reason. He had been feeling a big awkward around you in a way he had not around any other women. There was no finger to pinpoint to why he was being this way. It was a new feeling and experience for him. Pirates just normally take what they can and want, no questions asked. But he was apologizing and being respectful to a woman he never knew before now. How strange it was to him. Although he was normally respectful to any woman he came across, there was just something different in you that he could feel, but not understand why.

You did not know his history with women, but being around so many drunken pirates, it just seemed normal to hear it from him. You yourself knew this but was still a bit surprised. You lowered your hand and was about to apologize when he stopped you.

"There be no needin' to apologize fer that luv," he said whole-heartedly, "I was in the wrong this time. You had the right to do that. Now, if yer still not mad wit me, 'ow 'bout we go attend some festivities?" He said smiling and holding out his hand for you to take.

You smiles and took it, wrapping your left arm into his right arm and keeping close to him. You both went off to have some fun while the festival was going on. Into the bright morning light that seemed to shine just for you both.

~~~~~Later On~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You both spent the rest of the week together. You laughed, singed, danced; everything the festival had to offer. You even snuck off to be alone where no one could see you. And, of course, he tried his best to not be too clingy or lovey dovey. You two were practically a couple, doing everything together. You had barely even seen your friends this whole week. And Mrs. Madeleine had kept her distance as well.

The last night of the festival, Captain Kirkland had told you he wanted you to see something he would not show any other woman; his ship. You were so excited you could barely contain yourself. You had not been on a pirate ship before, and was curious as to what his looked like. His men would be gone so you both would have the ship to yourselves. And, it would be the last time you two would have relatively any time together, and you wanted to make the most of it.

It was nighttime and the full moon was high in the sky when you two arrived back to your own island and walked down the pier at a leisurely stroll; enjoying each other's company. You finally arrived at his grand ship. You stared in awe at how marvelous the ship looked. Even thought it was dark, the pier was lit with a few lamp posts and you could still see the fine letters of what spelled Rising Sun that was imprinted on the side of the ship. It seemed to suite him since his personality and charismatic ways were bright and vibrant.

"So me luv, ye ready to see me grand ship?" He asked grinning with a delightful glow.

You kept looking at the ship, almost in a longing way of a life you'd love to see. You nodded your head still staring and he quietly and gently led you up the gangway and onto the deck. The ships masts were bare and looked like naked trunks of trees in the ghostly moonlight. You noticed nets on the side of the ships railing and ropes neatly folded and placed in places where they belonged. Even in the moonlight, you could tell the ship was spotless. Nothing seemed grungy as you would expect to see, nor were there any faint reeking odors either.

Instead of looking around the at the outside of the ship, Captain Kirkland led you to the inside of the ship. You walked slowly down a small flight of stairs and into a dimly lit hallway. It was even clean and dustless in here. He showed you the Galley and where everyone ate and sleep. Spotless.

"I can't believe how clean the ship is," you said looking around and trying to use your finger to swipe some nonexistent dust off of the wall and nearby crate.

Arthur chuckled, "Aye, just because I act like a shameless wonder, doesn't mean I 'ave to smell and be unkept like one", he said winking. He hesitated a moment, as if debating with himself on something before just jumping into an answer. "I showed ye some of me ship of where we eat and where me crew sleeps, would ye like to see my cabin?" He said somewhat hopeful. No woman has ever set foot into his cabin before, well, not that anyone knew but him, or on his ship unless they were crew members.

You yourself hesitated a bit, but then relaxed knowing he was not going to take advantage of you in such a ill manner. "I'd like that. Too see how clean it is too," you said with a smile.

He could not help but smile back since it was true. He took you by the hand and led you to where a wooden door was at the end of a hall. Unlocking it and allowing you in, you were speechless. It was much bigger than the other crewmembers rooms were, but so, extravagant. Chests of jewels, fine Persian carpets, plush pillows, anything fine and rich that you could imagine seemed to be in his room. Behind his desk was a cutlass, glossed over and shining bright in the illuminating lights. Like a trophy on display. He offered you to one of the seats at table and offered you some tea. You nodded yes and he poured you a small cup and handed it to you.

"Not the best since it's been on since this morn'n, but it'll suffice," he said taking a sip of his.

You took a drink of some of yours and it was a bit bitter, but not too bad. You were still glancing around when you noticed his bed, covered in pillows. "That looks downright comfy," you said to no one in particular. It really did look like that kind of bed you'd love to jump on and snug up in on any night.

Captain Kirkland just giggle snorted some of his tea before replying, "Aye, but I be not sharin' that. Tis indeed comfy, and I be quite stingy wit it too". He winked, "Me bed gets jealous if I sleep in any other bed. But I do tend to fight wit it at times, which is why I 'ave so many pillows."

You laughed a bit at the thought. For a short while you both had a nice conversation. About how he came to be a pirate and how he became so wealthy and about his crewmates. His father had been a pirate Captain and had passed down his knowledge and wealth to him to help get him started on his own adventure. He had found his crew in some strange places and under some strange circumstances. But all in all, they were a crew you could trust and be around. Even if they act a bit scurvish and womanizing at times. Just about all of the men he started out with were still with him til this day. And how he came to know Mrs. Madeleine. She had known his father and helped to make sure he grew up to be a respectable man. Which is why he acts like he does around her, and at times when he's not around her.

After he was done telling you his story, you told him some about yours. How your parents were merchants, but left you here with an aunt and uncle who were old, but able to care for themselves. But a few years ago a storm caught hold of the ship they were sailing on to come see you and was blown off course. There was said to be no survivors, and your uncle and aunt had passed away from your presumed to be grief and heartbroken at the loss. So Mrs. Madeleine took you in as one of her own kin and that was that. You shared your secrets of how you loved the sea and how you'd wanted to explore the world, but doubt you'd ever get the chance. Arthur listened more attentively than you'd think.

When you both were done with conversing, he decided to take you up deck.

"It be such a beautiful night, we shouldn't waste it in 'ere, luv," he said smiling and holding his hand out to you.

"I agree," you replied taking his hand and following him back up to the deck.

You both must have been talking for what seemed like hours, because the moon was far out near the edge of the sea. You looked around at the water. How the moonlight danced off the top of the sea with little stars dancing about in them. You slowly started to walk up to the helm of the ship, sliding one hand along the ships wooden frame and then gently over the wheel that navigated the ship to its destination. You were in such a trance that you did not notice Captain Kirkland watching you the whole time, understanding what was going through your mind. Adventure, freedom . A chance to explore the open seas. But it was not a place for a woman. A hard life is what it can be, but a life of happiness as well. Especially if it is with someone you can share it with. He smiled at that thought.

You still had both hands on the helm and staring straight into the horizon where the moonlight bounced off your eyes making them illuminate and sparkle. Arthur came up the stairs to the helm and up behind you and gently placed his hands on top of yours.

The sudden race back to reality made you jump a little as you realized both his hands were gently on top of yours. A bit of red crossed onto your face at his closeness. Over the past weeks you two had been getting closer, even more so this week. But the thought of ever having a relationship with him just seem so close, but so far away at the same time. You would be going back to a normal routine like always when the festival ended, and he would be back at sea doing his own thing and writing back to you. It did not seem fair for you two to be apart so long. You realized just how much you loved having him for company, even though it's been such a short time.

He stepped a bit closer to you, still holding your hands gently and gazing out into the open sea. The feathers in his hat gently blowing in the light breeze.

"It be very beautiful out tonight eh?" He said smiling.

You tried to find some words, but weakly managed to say, "A-aye." Heart pounding at how close he is to you.

"It's a shame that tonight is the last night o the festival, " he said, sounding disappointed.

"Yeah, I guess everyone will be leaving soon. Probably either tomorrow or the next day," you replied still staring off into the wide horizon. "Then it'll be the same routine every day until the next festival that comes along," you said out loud without thinking.

He sighed a bit still smiling and put his face next to yours. You could swear that he must be hearing your heart pound, or maybe his was pounding just the same as yours. Either way, a thumping festival of emotions were going on. You were unsure on how to go about this sort of thing anyways. Since you had not ever given a man the time or day like you had with the dear Captain.

"Or maybe, you could come wit me?" He said hopefully.

At that thought, you turned your head a bit to the right where his was against yours and stared as straight as you could into his eyes. Those green, illuminated orbs that seemed to shine in a certain way only for you. A way that would make your heart melt in a split second. When you looked into his eyes, you could tell he really meant what he asked, no joking or anything. But at the same time, it seemed as though it could never be. What would his crewmen say? What if danger were to strike? You did not know how to handle weapons of any kind, and would feel like a burden when it came to defending the ship and trying not to be in the way.

Before you could even muster an answer, loud shouts and voices could be heard. A few crewmembers of another ship were coming closer, and you knew you should probably get off his ship before his crewmates come back. Who knows would might happen if some of his crew came back. Maybe he'd kidnap you like he said he would. Lovely.

You both snuck off the ship and onto the pier and hid behind some crates. Like school children playing hooky you both tried not to giggle as you both were waiting for the crew to hurry up so you could leave. Sneaking around in the dim moonlight with dawn a bit of ways ahead, you both managed to make it back to the tavern. Saying your final goodnights, Arthur promised to stay one more day so you would have a reason to wake up and do something, and you just laughed at him.

No one was here, so you waltzed up to your bedroom and got all snug and cozy in your bed. Hoping to have wonderful dreams of you and the Captain. But, sleep was impossible. You just could not take your mind off the question he had last asked you on his ship.

"Or maybe, you could come wit me?"

Did he really mean it? If so, should you go? Could you go? So many thoughts running inside your mind. You were so confused and unsure. But the thoughts would not keep your attention much longer. For the next thing you heard would have you sitting straight up in your bed.

Shrieks and screams were coming from the festival island...