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I am a Pirate! (England x France): England somehow time travels when he was a pirate and lands right next to himself and France! "Oh God..." He must find a way to go back home, and have them not find out he is England with the name of Alphonse Kirkland! "So you aren't my brother? hm.."

~Wish Two: Welcome!~

Normal POV

The future England nervously walked onto the packed ship. What would the crew say? He knew and remembered all of them. What is he says a slip up?

England (Al) POV

I was looking around the ship. It looked the same as before, the scent was beer, and roses. The past me was yelled at the crew about the mess they have made. I remembered this day, it was when Francis kissed me by accident. But i knew it wasn't. Well, not my past self.

"Everyone!" My past self continued. "We have a new mate!" He pushed me in the front of him. Everyone gasped. why wouldn't they? I looked just like the England they knew, but just 10 years younger. I bet a couple of them are thinking we are brothers. "His name is Alphonse Kirkland, my long lost brother!"

'Okay, i am you long lost... WHAT.' I was close to yelling. But i might be a good thing. People won't be able to annoying me as much with this status my younger self made. "Hello." I greeted the staring people.

"How magnifique!" Francis added. "We found his younger brother wandering around the town! He looked so confused and innocent like a lamb! I bet you are still a virgin non?"

I blushed at the stupid frog. "Wh-what?" I shouted confused.

"So you are?" Francis flirted. France handed me a rose and grabbed my chin and kissed me on the lips. I punched in square in the face where my other self also did too.

"BLOODY HELL! WHY DID YOU DO THAT!" I yelled blushing like a rose. I held the rose France gave my tightly. How should i make Francis in more trouble? I need to pay him back from today's kiss. Ah, I got an idea. "That was my first kiss you bastard!" I cried out. I tried to whip the tears with my sleeves.

The other self walked up to Francis, pissed. "You do know first kisses are VERY important, you should know that seeing you flirt with girls left and right."

"Shit…" Francis sweat dropped. He laughed out loud. "It's okay Mini-Arthur! I won't take your vi-" He was punched in the face by me.

"Pay back." I grinned, a grin like I used to do back in the pirate days.

Francis and Arthur stared at me. "Oh my~ he has your smile!" The annoying git grinned even more. "Just like you when you g-" He paused noticing Arthur was glaring at him.

I sighed. My old shipmates slapped me on the back and saying a couple of nice comments to me.

"Welcome to the crew!" Someone said. He looked familiar, I know his name, what was it? Mike? Even? Now I remember, it was Alfeo. "My name is Alfeo Smith."

I nodded. "My name is Alphonse Kirkland." I shook is hand, he smiled at me. No it wasn't a lover smile, more like a brotherly smile. Back then he would help me out, he was like the brother I never had. Ha! The annoying older brother of mine tried to kill me multiple time.

"So I heard you are the brother of our captain." He added. "How did he find you?"

"I am," I replied. "He found me while I was looking for a job." I paused, remembering what I said to younger England. "I used to live in the forest, but I wanted to move to a town, but when I was walking the frog found me and dragged me to my older brother."

"Frog?" Francis heard. "Why do the Kirkland's love to call me frog?" He pouted and looked like he was trying to look more imitating.

"Well, first, you remind me of one," I answered. France made a shocked face. "And two, you act like one. You jump and skip everywhere!"

"Well how about that." The younger me smirked. "I knew there would be someone who would agree with me!"

"How cruel," Francis cried.

"Cap'tian," Someone popped out. "It's fine for sailing. We have loaded everything, and everyone is ready to sail."

"Good, we will set sail in 10 minutes!" England yelled. "Everyone to their positions if not at them!"

"What should I do? And where are we going?" I interrupted France's crying.

He paused and turned around. "You can just relax until a spot in open! What you good at?"

"Reading and writing?" I answered. Back then most of the pirates couldn't read nor write. Even if they did, their handwriting was horrifying; it was like a 4 year olds.

He nodded, "you can keep track of our log then. You just have to write down the destination, how far and long it will take to sail there. We will answer those question, you just have to write. I'll give you the notebook tomorrow."

I knew it, I would get that job. But at least my past self will have more time to do something else until I grant the wish of some pirate. "Okay."

A couple of hours past, the sun was finally gone replaced by a full moon. I looked up at the moon, bloody hell… I miss that frog. My stupid frog named Francis Bonnefoy. A single tear rolled down. "Francis…"

~Francis POV~
I was walking on the deck noticing a single figure looking at the full moon. It was the new member, Alphonse Kirkland; England's long lost brother.
I hear a whisper from his trembling lips. "Fra-…" That's all I heard. Hoh~ he might be in love with me! I went next to him

He was crying. Damn, I'm weak against crying people, it's even worse when he looks just like a certain British man. "Why is a petite Alphonse crying?" I asked.

He turned around to me shocked. Looks like he didn't notice me walking next to me. "I'm not crying you frog," He whispered.

"I beg to differ non?" I poked him. He was wearing quiet strangely, forest green jacket, pants, and black boot. You don't see such style. Maybe it was a style where he was?

He sighed. "Fine… I just miss someone." He answered.

~Normal POV~

"A… love one?" He added.

"François" Alphonse faked a name. It was similar was similar to the original name.

"Ah, a Frenchman?" He asked.

"Yes," Al answered. "He's kind of like you. But… younger."

Alphonse leaned against the railing of the ship, and breath in the salty air. He closed his eyes slowly, and kept breathing slowly. He was thinking of a story to fake, noticing Francis wasn't taking it. "His name is François, but has no last name. All I knew was that he was French. He found me in the forest." He laughed a bit remembering the first time he meant his future lover. "He is such a pervert. He found me when I was 6."

"I want to know more," Francis went closer to the Future England. "About you." He whispered to his ear.

Alphonse on instinct tried to punch Francis in the face again But Francis grabbed his hand before it meet his face. "You are just like Arthur."

"If you like to know I am not him." Alphonse growled. 'We may be the same person, but I am from the damn future, so we a different.'

"Oui, I already know you aren't him, but it interests me you are like him in many, many ways." Francis whispered.

"Frog!" The past England yelled. "Get off of the kid would you?" He was wearing only a white dress shirt, and pants. "He looks like he will faint if you keep flirting with him!"

"Oh~ Looks like a certain someone is jealous of his brother," France replied.

"No I am not!" He growled. "It's getting late, best if you sleep soon."

"I will." England nodded and walked to his room that was between England's and France's room.

He took off everything but his shirt, and underwear. It was hot, midsummer. They were sailing to Spain to meet Antonio aka Spain. 'Maybe this is a dream..' He thought before he fell a sleep on his soft bed.

TBC...