Dia Duit!

I MEANT TO UPLOAD CHAPPY 2, 2 NIGHTS AGO BUT FANFICTION HATED ME!

I now will apologize for the last Chappy being stark full of dialogue… it was late, I was sleepy and I wanted to read yaoi, SO! I have no idea what to write this Chappy about, so I'm going to make this along as I got… and I am going to FNL tonight.

GRR! My parents won't let me have a sleep over with Mallory… I'm going to cry now D-; BWAAAA! So I am going to erase all of my sadness with emo-boy music and poetry… I'm THAT much of a badass uke, mother frakkers. SO IF YOU KNOW ANY DON'T FUCK WITH ME SEMES, point them my way (guys only, please). Lawl, JK. I might be desperate, but I'm not THAT desperate. (I said that to Francy-Pants in one of my dreams!) SO, I shall hold you pervs NO LONGER!

OH! And thanks to BlackHeartGIR for staying up all night and motivating me not to go to sleep, and for her dog Gus that reminds me of Rooster Teeth.

CHAPPY TITLE: Meetings and Greetings.

POV: Irelando~

"Oh right! I'm not appose to let you out under any circumstances!" FUU! I was so close to get out. Oh so close! "Let me go get Kirkland, aru!"

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! What in Gods' name did I get myself into? WHY GODS? I DIDN'T ACTUALLY MEAN TO GET CAPTURED! Now how do I get out of my bindings? I looked around. There was nothing that could break Ziplerphane, or at least in my reach, anyway. They really got me, don't… My neck slowly creped around so I was facing my bane of going home. The Ziplerphane is attached to wood…

I was so close to freedom, the taste that didn't exist danced on my tongue. But, like in every story with a horrid ending, the door swung open, and shiny, coal black boots made clacking sounds coming closer.

POV: Iggy-su!

I was making plans about the next ship when an Asian man waltzed in.

"She's awakened, aru." A feminine voice informed. The smirk was obvious against my lips.

"She did take her jolly time." I said, getting up and pushing the chair back. Click, clack! Click, clack! I don't remember my boots being so loud. It's just another dramatic effect. This is the very first time I've collected someone of a direct loyalty line… Heh…

Waang opened the door for me. With my right foot in first, my head turned, then my body, to face the Irish of royal blood. She was obviously going to try an escape before I entered, and she knew I knew it. (HA! I USED A COMPOUND COMPLEX SENTENCE! YOU CAN'T OUT DO ME, ENGLISH LANGAUGE!)

The person from China then opened the cell, granting me entrance. A smirk still plastered upon my face, I bowed out of both respect and mockery, and she picked right up on that.

"Hello, your highness. I hope you find everything to your standers, here. I apologize for locking you, just necessary protocol."

"If you are going to mock me in front of me, at least have enough courage to look in my eyes." I got up.

"Quite intelligent, my reports were wrong about Irish being stupid-"

"You can mock me, beat me, insult me, and order me around, but don't you dare disrespect my people, you arrogant git," she snapped back.

I took a step toward her, and forced her chin upward to face me. Her eyes where filled with rage, and hatred. I put my lips to her ear and whispered ever so softly, "You have a mouth on you. I'll enjoy watching you use it…"

Stepping back, I saw her perfect face which was twisted with loathe and despise. I bowed once again.

"My name is Captain Arthur Kirkland; you are currently aboard the S.S. England, the finest ship in all of the sea. You have already met Yao Waang. But I must now honestly apologize for knocking you out with my pistol. I didn't think you would cooperate with us."

"… Pistol?"

I took the shining piece of sliver out, BAM! And shot it to the left wall.

"I do expect your full cooperation, though, considering how we can easily ship thousands to my men and have them obliterate your precious country." She made a slight sound, but decided to keep her mouth shut; she knew that I knew that the small country was her only weakness.

"I don't know how it works in Ireland, but in England when some one introduces them selves, you introduce yourself." Her glare was stock full of venom, ready to poison at any given second.

"Erin Chloe (no E sound at the end, like in clothes) O'Connor, Born 1499, July 21 in Clare Country, A pleasure." Erin, huh? Means Ireland, so it makes since. Erin's last word was bitterly sarcastic; it was seething from her sculpted lips. My smirk grew wider.

"Good girl. Now let us untie you," I lightly bit her ear, "but know this, and know this well love, if anything happens to me on your account, just think about all of your people screaming and crying out, only to have a bullet in their head. Men, women, children, babies… all because of you."

She was absolutely terrified, but she looked completely calm. Twas a quite an admirable quality, indeed.

"China, release Erin." Using her first name was a complete insult; it was like spitting on her. Using her first name only in front of a royal is considered the utmost disrespect, and would have the caller beheaded.

"Do what Arthur said, Yao." It was actually disrespectable to do it to any important person; famous or infamous. It was OK for her to call Yao Yao, for he was just part of the crew.

CLICK! CLICK! Erin fell to her knees. She has been hanging for over 72 hours in Ziplerphane, which was not that comfortable. I grabbed her left arm and yanked her up.

"Time to go meet the rest of the crew."

POV: Ireland, of course~

This is embarrassing. Flat out, completely and utterly, embarrassing. Having to be lugged around by a pirate? Easy. Having that pirate mock me? No problem. Having a whole ship of God knows how many people laugh about my country and my people all because of me? That just makes me want to kill every single person that I see.

But if I do… Ireland… my home… Clare… I just can't… but Scotland is probably going to try… what to do… The warmth of the sun is what woke me from my thoughts. When I took a deep breath, all that filled my lungs was the air of sea. The smell wasn't pleasant, but better than being locked up in a cell.

He introduced me to each crew member. China ran off somewhere, so I really didn't get to see her/him. It dragged on, and on, and on. They're where like a hundred people on the ship. Thank the Gods it's over! He pulled me out to the deck, which was close to another ship. Two men where talking.

"When will I see you again?" the one in the scarf said.

"I do not know, but know that I love you." The man with sanguine eyes said, embracing the other man as they kissed. I looked up at the Captain.

"Are they always like this?" I questioned. His eyes nor body moved.

"Only during goodbyes. Ivan usually is a creep and a stalker and Gilbert is usually a conceded bastard." The taller man stated, matter-of-factly.

The one with white hair walked on the other ship and the one with violet eyes strolled over to us.

"So you are the Princess, da?" a sharp Russian accent said.

"Indeed." He respectively bowed. "Stand."

"It is a pleasure to meet you; my name is Ivan Braginsky. I hope we can get along." He was smiling. I like this man.

"Thank you. The pleasure of is mine. My name is Erin O'Connor. I am sure we will get along just fine, Mr. Braginsky." I did a slight curtsy.

"I best get going!" he ran off.

"You look agitated." Arthur's Emeralds' eyes looked into mind.

"Of course you automatically befriend the psychopath; it is the most lady-like thing to do, after all."

"Stop rolling your eyes. Tis bad for your soul." I ordered. He was obviously annoyed with my friendship with Ivan and not him.

"WELL LAD, I suppose I will go to me cell now~!" I started to advance in the hull's direction. I was grabbed on the right arm this time.

"We have to talk. Alone." Fuck.

Nothing to say. MATTHIS! I AM TIRED!

Good night!

~Slan leat!

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