I do not own Hetalia just my oc. I already made a story for my oc Saint Malo, but I thought this story would be perfect for her and instead of Germany its England. This is set in the pirate age. A big reason for it being Saint Malo is she just would be perfect for it and when I looked up cities in France that were involved with pirates Saint Malo came up, Saint Malo might be different then her normal personality. And why reading this you should listen to the song Don't Mess With Me by Temposhark I watched an awesome video of these cosplayers doing it with England as the lead and stuff try to find it ok. ~Mollie~

I was frozen in fear, I didn't know what to do then I felt one hand go over my eyes so I couldn't see why the other one still held my hands above my head. Then England's hot breath was at my ear and he said in a voice laced with lust "How about that fuck now?" my teeth clenched and I spat at him "Don't fucking think about it. God will punish you." England chuckled and said unbuttoning my shirt "I think not." When my shirt was fully unbuttoned he took it off and I felt his cold hand grab one of my boobs.

I gasped at the feeling no man had ever touched me there even though people started rumors saying France was sexually abused me he had never not even come close to. I clenched my eyes shut as I felt something wet go over my nipple and I had to guess it was his tongue. When he stopped he chuckled and said "We're that fighting spirit of yours now." I clenched my teeth and said "Right here!" then my legs went out and hit his stomach he let go of my hands and I sat up quickly and saw him doubled over and smirked I quickly put my shirt on and ran out of the room buttoning my shirt as I ran.

Lance jumped on my shoulder and meowed I looked around trying to find a place to hide, but I saw none. I heard England's footsteps and I ran to the mast and started climbing I nodded at Lance and he meowed and jumped off my shoulder and started climbing faster than me. As I climbed higher I heard England yelling at me, but I ignored him and concentrated on climbing. As a child I used to climb on the mast of France's ship, but that had been so long ago. Then I heard a loud bang and a bullet shoot past me by an inch and I looked down and saw England holding a gun in hand stareing at me then he yelled "Come down and I won't hurt you. But you will be punished for your little stunt in the bedroom."

I yelled back "Go to hell like the devil you are!" and kept climbing I heard another shot go off and quickly turned myself as the bullet went right through where I was holding onto before. I kept climbing dodging bullets as I went, then as I heard another bullet go off I turned then another gun shot and then when it was too late I realized he fired to guns. I screamed as the bullet hit my arm, I grabbed it not thinking and then felt air all over me as I fell I clenched my eyes shut praying to God waiting to hit the deck and break every bone or hit the water and drown. But I was ready to die, and then everything went black.

Went my eyes opened I saw a bright light and thought I was dead, but then my eyes adjusted and I saw I wasn't dead, but I wasn't on the boat either. I knew I wasn't out long maybe a few minutes, but I was tangled up in the ratlines. I then felt the pain in my wrist and saw that my wrist was tangled in the rope because of a pearl bracelet I wore. I figured when that tangled it changed my body position and my leg got caught in it to as my leg was also tangled up, but it didn't hurt. Then I noticed the rope around my arm was red and I looked and remembered the bullet wound on my arm, then I felt the ropes swing and looked down to see England climbing up them. I couldn't read his facial expression. I tried to get untangled, but screamed as it caused me more pain then England was untangled my leg when it was free I tried to kick him and he grabbed my leg and said "If you keep trying to kick me I will break your leg now hold still you've lost a lot of blood." I didn't want to, but I listened and stayed still as he untangled my wrist I winced and I saw England hesitate, but then kept untangling it softer now. As it finally came undone he grabbed her before she could fall and threw her over his shoulder and climbed down.

England finished bandaging her she hated how he was helping her only thing good was that she had stained his jacket with her blood. As he finished he put his hand on her head and stroked her head she sneered at him, but then found it comforting and she found her eyes closing.

England smirked seeing Saint Malo's eyes close, then his eyes softened and then he said "You shall still be punished though." He smirked seeing her light blue eyes snap open then chuckled as she sneered at him he stood and patted her head and walked out, but not before saying "Don't mess with me." Then there was a bang as the door slammed shut and the sound of the lock turning.

I stared at the door then growled and stood picking up a jeweled encrusted bowl and threw it as hard as I could at the wall and watched as wood flew and a hole opened and I ran to it and looked at the waves lapping below the salty air burned my eyes and it made me remember the first time big brother took me on his ship it brought tears to my eyes then I heard the creaking of wood as someone was opening the door I quickly took a map and covered the hole and jumped on the bed and wiped my eyes.

A man stepped in and I realized it was the guy from before who had first tied my hands and slapped me before. I sneered at him and said "You are one of God's failures." He growled and slapped me and grabbed me by the hair and dragged me out I closed my eyes at the harsh light. When I opened my eyes I saw England standing there I sneered and he smiled and grabbed me by my arm and tugged me to the top deck were the wheel is and nodded at the big guy at the wheel and he nodded and left and England let go of my arm and took over the wheel.

It was quiet till he said "Saint Malo what is your real name?" I stared at him and then crossed my arms and said "Why should I tell you?" he glanced at me and said "Mine is Arthur. Now it is polite to tell me yours." I glared and said "I'm a pirate I am not polite." He didn't look at me and we went quiet then he said "If you tell me I will not punish you." That sparked my interest and I said "Annette. Annette Bonnefoy." I said the last part in pride a true smile coming to my face. I heard England chuckle and when I looked at him I saw him look away from me.

I glared and said "Why did you want to know?" he smirked and said "I make it a point to know all my crew members names."