Dia Duit!

Reason for me taking this down: I put in a part that should come in, in like, chappy 30 ish…

Grr! I am mad! I WORKED ALL BLOODY DAY IN SCHOOL ON THAT SODDING TEST AND I HAVE TO GO TO KARATE TONIGHT. Gah, I wish I didn't have either. SO I'M GOING TO WRITE AS LONG AS I HAVE! I also meant to make the last chappy longer, but I had to go to school.

POV: Ireland~!

I stomped in to the Brit's room and slammed the door behind me. It was again, almost mid night, and Arthur never "talked to me" about the slaves. The stupid wanker was sleeping. I was wearing the night gown and suspected him to try and jump me, but I still walked over to him.

He looked so… peaceful... serene… innocent… sad… I shook my orange head to get those thoughts out of my head. "Wake up." I ordered. "WAKE UP." I said louder. "WAKE UP, YOU SODDING RAPIST!" I yelled. He didn't even flinch.

This made me even angrier. I examined the room and walked over to his desk. Long fingers grabbed the teapot. The water in it was cold which only made it better. Exotic teapot in hand, I trotted over to his bed. I poured the liquid on him, starting at his stomach and moving up. The blonde shot up when the water hit his head.

"The hell…" he said. Arthur smirked as soon as his forest greens landed on me. I rested the pot on the bed side table.

"Oh? I see you where going to jump me."

"If I wanted to jump you, why the hell would I wake you up?"

"Ah, it's grand to hear you seethe, love. Well, you could just not like topping, and thought that I would top for you;" Arthur rose and placed his hands on my shoulders and went into a hushed tone. "… Of course I would do such a task."

Before I could react, I was thrown on the bed; he pinned my arms down, and worked his way on top of me. Warm lips crashed against mine without my permission. Arthur then snaked his tongue into my mouth, almost like a routine from last night.

Luckily he hasn't done anything with my legs. I did a back flip and he flew into the wall. I got off the bed and rested on the desk, next to the tea set. He stood up and stretched.

"Well that wasn't very nice," He cracked his neck. "… violence is fun, but don't get too rough."

"Oh, up the yard, you bastard. Anyway, I came to talk about the children." Arthur sat on the bed.

"You mean the slaves?"

"We can't sell the children, lad."

"Why not? They where already going to be sold, I don't see why this being in our hands makes the situation any different." I stood up.

"These aren't teenagers, or men, or even male. Did you see the look on their faces? They where probably just stolen right under their parents noses. Those 'slaves' can be raped, and beaten, and they most likely have no idea what's in for them. Have you no heart? What if those where your children and they where stolen from you?" I was raging. He stood up as well.

"Those aren't little princesses, Erin. Hell, you are, and look at you! You where stolen from your country. You can be raped, and beaten, and you have no idea what's going to happen. I gave up everything for this, and I would never keep some undesirable little brats!" He yelled.

"But I am no child, and I can take care of myself! I have defended myself quite well, and I at least have a general thought of what's to become of me! I can't really say I'm surprised though, you are more evil than Satan himself! From what I've seen from you, YOU PROBABLY ARE!" I screamed.

POV CHANGE: IGGY!

Those… those words… they just… ignited something deep with in my core. My body was not following my command, for most of the moves I did simultaneously. Before I even blinked, my right arm grabbed both of Erin's; I was sitting on her thighs, and my left arm was squeezing her neck. I knew exactly why, though.

"LISTEN. You are my slave on my ship on my sea. I never sold my soul; I just left everything behind me. I AM NOT SATAN. I do have a heart, and a soul, I just don't focus on such trivial matters. Don't you ever say anything like that ever again. You got it?" I released her, and her breathing was short, painful, shots of air.

You and everything you see, have seen, will see, and will never see, belong to me. You, Erin Chloe O'Connor, belong to me, and only me. Never forget your place. Now get into my bed."

She was terrified, but whenever I gave her that last order, Erin glared. But she followed the order, any how. I joined her and slithered my arm around her. I knew she was expecting for me to rape her, but in the mood I am in now, I would probably try to kill her in the process. I closed my eyes and waited for slumber to dress me in it's purple cloak.

*STAR*STAR*STAR*

"Mum? Mum? Where are you?" Hands and eyes searched everywhere for her. The boy soon found her, dressed in a red coat. There were plenty of dead bodies, but hers was so much more noticeable.

"Mum!" the twelve years old ran over to the body. He sat down as he burst into tears. His father was lying next to her.

"Ah… my son…" Oceanic eyes looked up at him. " I love you… I love you so much… Don't join… us…"

"No… Mum! No! Wake up! Wake up! WAKE UP!" he snuggled and shook the still warm body beneath him.

"It's no use, lad. Your mum is not getting up." The child snapped around to see an Irish woman standing. She had no blood on her, and strolled right over.

"Come on, lad, we need to go before they get you, too." The boy was solitary. She ducked next to him.

"With what's going on, she isn't the first to go, and she won't be the last. Would you really want to destroy your mother's last wish and die?" He looked at his mother and father, mother mostly, and then looked at the mysterious person. Eyes of emerald, he thought.

"…W-Why?" was all he could make out."

"The Walsh and mainly the Scotts have started a Game of Thrones with England without letting them know."

"G-Game of T-Thrones?"

"Where ever you play a Game of Thrones, you win, or you die." She lifted the lad into her arms. "I'll give you to Harper, and you can play as well, if you're willing to sacrifice."

POV CHANGE: IRELAND!

Arthur scared me. Not that one time "ah!", either. He scared the fuck out of me. My neck still slightly hurt, and it must have been at least three hours. I heard a strange noise. My head creaked around to the man sleep next to me.

That's weird. Arthur's breath increased in both speed and pitch. He than broke out in a cold sweat and started turning and every direction. I put my arms around him.

"Shh, shh. It's OK, everything's alright…" My motherly instincts where activated and I was now doing everything in my power to calm him.

"Mum… where…" I stopped.

"No… Wake… WAKE UP! Mum… emerald eyes… why… Game… Thrones… Sacrifice…" his eyes flashed open. The first thing he saw was a concerned Irish woman staring frantically at him.

"Arthur? What's wrong?" I asked. He looked in my eyes and his grew.

"Chloe I'm sorry…"
"What?" Who is Chloe?

The captain tackled me with an embrace, his hands slowly rubbing my back, as to comfort me.

"Chloe I'm sorry… so sorry… Chloe…" He just repeated those words over and over until he fell asleep.

What in the Trinity's name just happened?

POV CHANGE TO… Scotty? When did this happen?

"Tell me again." I demanded. There was silence. "I SAID TELL ME AGAIN!" My neck long, sanguine hair snapped as I turned.

"Sire, the S.S. Ireland has been found in the Irish Sea…" My blackish, green eyes looked at my personal adviser, my jaw clutched tightly.

"WHO?" He got out a cannon ball and placed in on the table. It had England in cursive on its side.

"That fuck up of a pirate kidnapped her? ARTHUR SODDING KIRKLAND DID THIS?" I yelled, hands slamming down on the table as I said the disgrace's name.

"It appears so, Sire."

"Get France and Spain," I seethed, "We have some discussing to do."

HOLY SHITE. WHAT THE FRAK? WHY WAS IGGY APOLOGIZING? WHY DID HE GET SO UPSET? WHEN IS SCOTTY A MAJOR CHARACTER (since the beginning of the story, idiot)? WHY DIDN'T IGGY RAPE HER (Sad, right?)?

Sorry about this being so short! I have to go to bed!

Hachiko: The Captain actually has a VERY depressing history, and that past explains a lot to how he acts. He's really not a sodding git, just a… that is a spoiler…

MargoSparkling: Well, first, I have to but Ire through this weird thing that would spoil a lot of the story if I told you! And yes, Erin is a badass pirate, like she is a badass uke. In this story I changed Iggy from a romantic seme to a don't fuck with me seme, if that helps you understand them a bit more… *wink*

Anon: YOU ARE RIGHT. I REALLY need a beta- reader, now that I actually re-read the story!

Nouan: Like I stated at the beginning, I couldn't just shove the story down your throats! But I will be updating by this Friday, if homework doesn't bother me!

Kit-Kat-Kisune: Thanks! It's probably because when I see pirate Iggy, I don't think of England, I think of these songs {Don't Mess With Me – Temposhark, Bruises and Bitemarks – Good With Grenades, The Heat – Good With Grenades} and take a good look at actual pirates (including Isabella from Dragon Age II and that one Turian from Mass Effect 2 and that one Elite from Halo 2 and Creepers from Minecraft). YOU… YOU THINK MY CHAPPY IS GREAT? I MUST START WRITING ANOTHER ONE, THEN! So, is a day in upload time Good Enough (Trifonic) for you?

~Slan leat!

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