Everyone has a tiny sadist in them. Some people just tend to let that sadist out more than others. But I assure you, those that lock away their inner demons cannot control them forever. Once they slip out, they will never be tamed again.

Arthur leaned against a building of a general store where his first mate was. His eyes watched as some children ran around, laughing. He held his hat in his hands, his fingers twisting the long, fluffy feather around and around as he observed the playing children. They were on a small island in the Caribbean, one that Arthur believed was Puerto Rico. The kids playing definitely were of Spanish origin, considering they had some of Antonio's features, yet they had mixed races as well, though Arthur couldn't place his finger on the others.
One of the kids, a young boy, looked up and saw the pirate watching them. He smiled and scampered over to Arthur.
"Wow, are you a pirate?" the boy asked, his voice filled with excitement and wonder only a child could pull off.
Arthur smiled. "Why, yes, I am."
The boy's eyes twinkled as if he were looking at an idol. "That's incredible! I've never seen a real life pirate before!"
Arthur raised an eyebrow and knelt in front of the boy standing before him. "You don't know much about pirates, do you, lad?" he asked, his smile turning into a playful smirk.
The boy twisted his face in a contemplative expression before shaking his head. "But I don't have to! I think pirates are brave."
Arthur chuckled. "Brave, huh?" he questioned. "Well, while I'm waiting for someone, why don't you wear this and show me just how brave of a pirate you are?" Arthur asked as he placed his hat on the boy's head.
It was big and the boy had to hold it up with his hands, but a smile was still on his face. He turned and ran over to his friends, imitating 'pirate talk' and threatening to have them walk the plank.
Arthur shook his head and straightened back up. He could never get over the wonder and amazement, not to mention ignorance and oblivion a child could possess. In a way, that was heaven in itself. Thinking you're safe even though the world could be crumbling around you, having a glitter of wonder in your eyes even if there is nothing to be impressed by. Arthur tilted his head to the side a little, listening to the Spanish dialect. Thinking on it, he was surprised the boy knew English.
"If you keep staring at those children, people might start to think you're a pedophile," Arthur's first mate said as he walked out of the store.
Arthur jumped and turned to face the man. He narrowed his eyes. "You're the one who told me to wait out here. What else am I supposed to do other than people watch?"
Liam raised an eyebrow at his captain. "Whatever you say, Cap'ain," he said. "Now, might I ask where your hat is?"
Arthur jerked his thumb in the direction of the playing children.
"You goin' soft, sir?" Liam asked, a teasing smile on his face.
"They're children. Don't think I'll treat you any differently because I let a child wear my hat," Arthur said, giving his first mate a pointed look.
Liam laughed. "Aye, aye, Cap-"
But then his voice was cut off by the sound of cannon fire. Close cannon fire. Both Arthur and his first mate glanced in the direction of the docks where Arthur's ship was located. Without even exchanging a breath of a word, they both took off in a run. Arthur asked for his hat as he ran and gave the kid a smile when he passed him and retrieved his possession. Arthur could see his crew panicking, getting the sails ready. Arthur jumped onto the deck and quickly made his way to the helm.
"What's happening?" he shouted at one of the nearest crew members.
"It's Japan!" the member responded before hurrying off to get a cannon loaded.
Japan? How in the bloody hell did he find me?
Arthur clenched his jaw, anger and frustration gnawing at him. Even Japan was after him! He had a feeling it would happen, yes, but so soon? How was it even possible that they found him? Did Japan send ships ahead to track him? Has Japan been tailing him this whole time?
It didn't matter! If they stayed docked, the whole ship would be sunk!
"Full sail, now!" Arthur commanded.
But it was no use. Japan's ships had already immobilized them. Letting a string of curses flow from his mouth, Arthur unsheathed his sword. He made his way down to the deck, shouting orders at his crew. They couldn't move, but they wouldn't go down without a fight. If Japan was going to play dirty by attacking them while docked, Arthur would make sure to prove to the other nation that he was stubborn and wouldn't take this lightly.
The ship tilted and rocked as Japan's ship fired multiple cannons at the hull of the ship. Arthur stumbled and nearly fell to his knees, but quickly got back up. He shouted to his men to fire, his heart pounding violently with adrenaline. He had experience and Japan chose the wrong nation to mess with.
Arthur heard a gunshot, along with a thud. He turned, but before he could see who had gotten injured, or worse, killed, he felt a grasp on his arm. He turned to meet Liam's eyes.
"Just what the hell are you doing?" Arthur snapped, trying to yank his arm away from his first mate's grip.
Liam shook his head. "Japan's naval army is one of the strongest around. We don't stand a chance," he said as he dragged Arthur towards his cabin.
"Liam, let me go!" Arthur struggled desperately, but the man was just as strong, possibly even stronger than him.
Liam shoved Arthur into his cabin. Arthur spun around and found himself slamming into the door, yelling at his first mate to open it. "I made a vow to make sure you lived, England. Until I draw my last breath, I am keeping you safe!" Liam yelled from the other side, the sound of something scraping along the wooden deck nearly drowning out the panicked voices of the other crew.
"Liam, open the fucking door!" Arthur snapped, ramming his shoulder against it.
"Not a chance, Cap'ain!"
"Liam!"
Then, there wasn't another word from him. Just screaming and yelling. Arthur pounded his fist against the door, tried to pry it open, rammed his body against it, yet to no avail, he was stuck in there. He placed his forehead against the wood, his hand resting next to his face. He closed his eyes and stood there, forced to listen to the sounds outside, the clashing of swords, the gunshots, the screams and cries.
They're hopeless without their captain. Liam, you bloody idiot!
Arthur didn't know how long he stood there, listening to his crew being slaughtered by Japan and his soldiers. Fury swirled around inside the nation, his nails digging into his palm. Humans couldn't stand a chance against a nation. What was Liam thinking? That bloody idiot! Japan would have to come and take all of his land for him to be killed. England would have to be destroyed, perished, and claimed as Japan territory for him to die. A sword or a gunshot couldn't kill him. Didn't Liam know that?!
Arthur shook his head, grinding his teeth, the awful sound of the friction between the enamel echoing in his ears. He waiting, counting in his head how many times he heard a gun fire, how many times he heard a thud signaling another fallen member. Until everything grew silent.
With burning hatred in his green eyes, Arthur backed away from the door until the back of his thighs hit the desk bolted into the floorboards. He pulled out his gun and aimed it at the door before him.
He wasn't going to hesitate. Whoever dared to open the door, he would not hesitate. His finger rested firmly on the trigger. Whether it be a Japanese soldier or Japan himself, Arthur wouldn't stop himself from putting a bullet in someone's head or chest. He wasn't going to be captured by a smaller nation, nor by someone who had obliterated an entire crew. Arthur narrowed his eyes, keeping them locked on the door, forcing himself to slow his breathing.
No hesitation. They had none, and neither would he.
He heard the same scraping noise from earlier, noting that something was, in fact, being pushed away. He took deep breaths, his heart slowing even though the adrenaline was still fresh in his veins. Arthur stood there, keeping his gun pointed, even after his arm started to ache. Someone cleared their throat from the outside.
"Arthur Kirkland, we know you are in there. I also have a feeling that you are armed. Please set your weapons aside so we don't have to take any drastic measures," someone said. That voice was so calm and soft. No human could ever speak so... humbly? Was that the right word for it? It had to be Japan. That voice could carry the power of a thousand gods if it needed to, but it could also lull a child to sleep.
Arthur's narrowed eyes turned into a frightful glare, but he didn't say a single word. He kept his lips tightly shut, his finger twitching against the trigger of his pistol. Was it also possible to despise and adore a voice at the same time? How did something like that work? How could one hate and love the same thing?
Anger swirled around inside Arthur again as confusion settled within him. He bit his tongue so he didn't scream out in rage, the metallic taste of blood filling his mouth. Just open the bloody door already, his mind spat, as if the nation on the other side could hear him.
He heard a sigh tinted with frustration. "I see you have made your choice."
The door started opening and Arthur's finger pressed harder against the trigger. No hesitation. No hesitation. No...
Arthur found himself staring at a rather small man, with warm chocolate brown eyes and raven coloured hair. His face was set into an expressionless mask as he peered into the cabin. A katana was in his hand, dripping with blood Arthur was certain belonged to his felled crew. He was wearing a black uniform, blood spattered on the dark fabric, though it was difficult to spot at first glance. He looked like a god, standing in front of the pirate, so calm and emotionless as the lifeblood of his enemies was stained on him, decorating him like rose petals found at midnight.
Arthur clenched his jaw. What a sickening thought...
He jumped back into reality after he realized he hadn't fired his gun. He went to shoot, but he had hesitated. He was kicked in the back of the knee, sending him falling to the ground. The pistol was jerked out of his hand and the end was slammed into his head. He saw stars as he gasped from the blow, his heart pounding violently against his rib cage. He fell onto his hands, blood running down from the side of his face. Someone tangled their fingers in his hair and jerked his head back, his neck popping and sending a twinge of pain down his spine. He met those chocolate brown eyes that carried no hint of any kind of emotion. Just blank, never ending pools of near blackness.
"What a troublesome nation you are," the man snapped. "Yet, I wonder why no one else has been able to capture you. This was almost too easy." A dry, humourless laugh left his lips. "And they call you 'Great Britain'."
Fire flashed in Arthur's eyes, but before he could say anything, someone tied a cloth around his mouth, silencing any words he could utter. He glared at the man, his nails digging into his palms. His arms were yanked to his back, one of his shoulders popping out of place. His hands were roughly tied together, the roped burning his skin. Arms violently pulled him to his feet. When he looked up again, he was met by those bloody eyes once again.
Disgust and admiration flooded into Arthur, inevitably pissing him off even more. The man grabbed Arthur's jaw in his hand and brought their faces close together.
"Why don't you play nice while we have you as a... special guest?" His face still showed no expression. Just a blank, hard set mask. He was so calm. How? "You'll also refer to me as Kiku Honda while we are around humans, but when it is just you and I, you will call me Japan. Understood, Mr. Kirkland?" Kiku threw Arthur's head to the side and turned on his heel, walking out of the cabin. Arthur was dragged behind him, his head bowed. He didn't want to see the dead bodies littered on the deck. A dry smile that looked more like a sneer grew on his lips, even though a piece of cloth was tied around his head and stuck in his mouth.
I told you... Never hesitate...

Arthur was chained to a wall with iron cuffs, his body bared except for his trousers. The cloth was still tied around his head and he refused to look up. He started grinding his teeth again, his jaw aching and nearly locking up on occasion.
"You're rather infuriating, you know?" Kiku asked quietly as he knelt down in front of the imprisoned pirate, tilting the other man's face up with his finger. A hard and dangerous glare immediately set over Arthur's face as he was forced to meet Kiku's eyes. Kiku chuckled dryly and reached behind Arthur to untie the cloth around his head. When the cloth was removed, Arthur's mouth hung open painfully, the corners of his mouth red from how tightly the cloth had been tied.
"What an interesting sight. Captain Arthur Kirkland, chained to a wall, with his mouth hanging open like an animal," Kiku said quietly as he clutched Arthur's hair and yanked his head back. "Some nation you are."
A light band of amber appeared around Arthur's pupils, his glare growing even more hateful. He leaned his face closer to Kiku's. "Fuck. You," he hissed before spitting in the other nation's face.
Kiku closed his eyes and clenched his teeth, an annoyed noise leaving his lips as he released Arthur's hair to wipe the saliva from his face. He opened his eyes and Arthur finally caught a glimmer of an emotion: a dark anger.
"You are definitely a pirate," Kiku snapped before bringing the back of his hand to Arthur's cheek, the sound of skin on skin contact causing the two guards in the cell-like room to wince. Arthur's head moved with the blow, his cheek turning a dark red as his skin stung violently.
"If you're going to cause me problems, I'll have to punish you," Kiku said quietly, his irises turning back to empty brown orbs. Arthur glared at Kiku again, his nails digging into his palms.
"Just what the fuck do you want from me?" Arthur snapped, his anger and rage showing too much in his eyes and his voice. He wondered how Kiku could stay so calm and emotionless.
That little sense of hatred and admiration built up in Arthur's chest, causing him to take a sharp intake of breath, which he held as he waited for Kiku's response.
"Your plans," Kiku said vaguely as he stood up, resting his hand on the hilt of his katana. He peered down at Arthur like a king would look down at a filthy slave.
"Plans? I don't have any plans," Arthur said, his mouth burning every time he moved his lips. He snaked his tongue out to moisten his dry lips, involuntarily wincing at the nearly split corners of his mouth.
"Don't lie to me, Kirkland," Kiku spat. "You're a wanted man and anyone is willing to pay for your capture, or your dead body."
"Then give me away for ransom because I have nothing to tell you."
Kiku narrowed his eyes and pulled out his katana, pressing the tip of the blade to Arthur's throat, who tilted his head back to avoid being stabbed. "Defiant, are we?" Kiku asked in that same calm voice.
"Piss off," Arthur snapped.
Kiku's lip curled back in slight disgust as he pulled the katana away from Arthur's throat. In the blink of an eye, the smaller nation slashed Arthur's chest, causing him to gasp and squirm in pain as warm blood ran down his torso. Arthur bowed his head, not wanting Kiku to see the tears the lined his bottom lids.
"You think I'm playing around, but you're really starting to get on my nerves," Kiku said as he knelt down in front of Arthur again, grabbing a handful of hair and yanking the bigger nation's head up.
But he wasn't expecting to see the tears in Arthur's eyes, his hand subconsciously losing its grip in the other's blond hair. His chocolate brown eyes stared at the shining emeralds that held so much anger and hatred within them, the tears that rimmed them, and the unspoken pain that seemed to radiate off of Arthur.
For the first time, Kiku had let the kind side of his personality show as he stood up, sheathing his katana and gesturing towards the guards. "Get him cleaned up. Make sure he doesn't bleed out," he ordered in Japanese, not even bothering to give Arthur a second glance.
Arthur watched silently, his chest throbbing and stinging madly. He felt nauseous and a headache was pounding away at his temples, his vision blurred slightly.
"We'll continue this tomorrow. Get some rest, Mr. Kirkland," Kiku said quietly before exiting the cell-like area, leaving Arthur alone with the two guards.
Arthur glared up at them. "Touch me and I'll break your fucking fingers," he snapped.
One of the guards snickered. "As if you could, dog," he snapped, clearly going off of the term seadog used for pirates and twisting it into an insult.
Arthur glared. "Go chase after your nation like the little pets you are," he hissed.
Arthur's eyes snapped open and he bowed his head, panting heavily as his vision dimmed and horrible nausea churned in his stomach. He whimpered and squeezed his thighs together, his nails drawing blood from how hard he was pressing them into his skin.
"Oh, so you do have something down there," the guard teased as he bent down and started cleaning the blood off Arthur's chest. "In my opinion, you should sit here and bleed out. Japan is a lot kinder than I," the guard whispered.
Arthur kept his head bowed, his heart pounding violently in his ears as his wound was cleaned. Everything after that was a blur and he only came to his senses when the guards left him alone. He lifted his head, his green eyes emotionless and dull.
Torture me all you like, Kiku Honda. You're not going to get a word out of me.