Hahaha! I return from the depths of surgery to type this out to you!
It would've been up earlier, but…I wasn't supposed to type. That didn't mean I didn't, though, but mostly messages~ (You know who you are.)
Anyway, the next two will be the ending of Costermonger, but this is a little request from TheNinjaWangsta! Enjoy~
Title: Escape
Pairings: USUK, and apparently the governor's daughterxEngland
Rating: T
Genre(s): Friendship, Angst, a bit of Hurt/Comfort, and some Romance
Dedications: SnowGirl999, Little Patch of Heaven, foreversnowynights, Sora Nadeshiko, Alphine, TheEvilDreamer, tintenstern, DancesWithCranes, Chibirisu, HermesEternalLover, evil temari, TheNinjaWangsta, Hana1225, Maya-chan2007, and anyone who fav'd or alerted! (Dang, I got a lot of reviews last chapter. Awesome-sauce!)
Inspiration: The request, which called for criminal!Arthur and guard!Alfred, and Pirates of the Caribbean.
Warnings: Angst ahoy~ and mentions of DEATH. *gasp*
Summary: The Port Vargas militia has finally caught that scoundrel Arthur Kirkland, feared by all but one over the seven seas. And they assign his best friend, Alfred, to guard him…
Disclaimer: I don't own Set Yourself On Fire by Stars (though I did use it as inspiration in a later oneshot), I don't own this manga that I'm reading that I'm going to leave the name out from, and I certainly don't own Hetalia.
Begin~
Today we find ourselves at the Port Vargas jail with its best guard and worst criminal. The guard's name is Alfred F. Jones, and he's been working at the Port Vargas jail since he was fourteen, hoping to become a real policeman. After seven long years, his dreams may come true…but only if he could keep that aforementioned worst criminal in his cell until sunrise.
This criminal's name is Arthur Kirkland, and he has been a marauder since he could wield a sword. He'd taken over his father's ship at the age of 15, and is feared over the seven seas by all but one person.
The only person who didn't fear the 22-year-old was his best friend, a person he had known since he was five. That person had only laughed at being threatened with Arthur's sword when they'd first met (Arthur's father had told him that if you want to learn to use a sword you've got to do it with a real sword), and then bested him in a mock fight. (No matter how much Arthur would train, he could never beat that boy.) Though their interests differed, they somehow managed to remain friends.
That was, until Arthur had taken over the ship. After that, he was constantly pillaging and fighting and traveling everywhere, leaving his friend alone to find a use for his abnormal strength—become a guard at the Port Vargas jail, and hopefully become a policeman.
"So. They finally caught you, eh, Artie?"
"Shut up. It wasn't like I was doing anything wrong."
"You robbed a bank, threatened to kill General Edelstein, and tried to seduce the mayor's daughter!"
"The money was for orphans, that general of yours has been taking the money meant for them and keeping it for himself. And she was trying to seduce me!"
"Yeah right. What would she see in you?"
"I happen to be at least decent-looking, you git. Unlike some people."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"I didn't know you were that stupid. Isn't it obvious?"
Alfred glared at the smirking man behind the bars. "I hate you."
"Feeling's mutual." Arthur rolled his eyes. "Now, could you let me out? I have orphans to help."
"Then stay right here. Then you'll be helping me."
It was Arthur's turn to glare at the man on the other side of the iron bars. "How can you say that so easily?"
"Meh. I accepted it. Mattie did too."
"Still bothers me."
"Do I care?"
Arthur was silent. Then he said, "Please let me out?"
"Nope~ When I become a policeman, I'll be able to buy a big house for me 'n' Mattie, and get him some new shoes, and maybe even that gourmet maple syrup when it's not his birthday, and—"
"You're willing to sacrifice my life for that?"
Alfred froze. "Your what?"
Arthur leaned back against the wall. "M'life. What, you think they're going to let me go in the morning?" Alfred did not respond. "Nah, I'll be hung. You can watch, if you like."
The guard made a face, one that looked like a cross between upset and disgusted. "No! Why would you even say that? Who would want to watch their best friend get—"
"Best friend?" repeated the pirate incredulously. "I thought it was your decision to never lie…but a best friend would never willingly confine his best friend until hanging just for a job—"
"It's not about the job!" shouted Alfred, taking his turn to interrupt. "I'm doing this for Mattie! He's the only family I have, unlike you! You hate your older brothers, and never mind Peter! You don't even give a shit about—"
"Don't tell me who I give shits about and who I don't!" roared Arthur. He sprung up and crossed the cell, then reached through the bars to grab Alfred's shirt. He pulled him up and looked him straight in the eye. "If I really didn't care, I wouldn't have sent him to live with you. I knew he'd be safe with you! You should feel lucky to be the only person the feared Captain Kirkland trusts!"
"Please. If you trusted me, you wouldn't have to keep asking me to let you out. You should have trusted me to do it anyway, like I was going to!" He pulled himself away from the pirate and dusted his pants off. "Dumbass."
Arthur sat back down. "I'm…I suppose I'm sorry," he sighed.
"You should be." Alfred glanced at his watch. "It's 2:30. Now, come on out." He pulled out a key ring and opened the cell, then handed the keys to Arthur. "Lock me in, alright?" He walked to the back of the cell.
"Lock you in? But what about your—"
Alfred held up a hand. "You're the nefarious pirate Captain Kirkland. How could someone like me ever hope to hold someone like you captive?" He grinned. "I'm sure Francis'll understand."
Arthur jumped up. "Wanker! You don't have to do this for me!"
"Yes I do! And you have to do this for me!" he walked forward and grabbed Arthur's shoulders. "Please."
"Fine," replied Arthur. He quickly pressed his lips to his best friend's, then pushed him back into the cell. He slammed the door shut and locked it, then threw the keys into the far corner. "Good luck." He turned around and walked away.
"You too!"
AN: Sorry if it's not as good as the other ones…I wrote it on a bus.
On the bright side, the ending to Costermonger is much better! I hope you're all excited for that, because it's pretty awesome, if I do say so myself. It'll be up soon, I think…I just have to type it, and there's a lot to type…
There's a new poll on my profile I'd like you to take. You may have to read a bit of my profile, but..it's all worth it!
Thank you again for reading! :D