{A/N
This chapter contains smut. I would say you could skip the chapter if you don't like smut, but there is things for the plot in here. I'll bold the cut offs that are at the beginning of the scene and at the end. If you do like smut, I hope you like it! ^°^}
There's something about him, the way he carries himself. He takes his status and twists it into arrogance. Yet I've seen tears in the man's eyes. He's this big-headed, self-centered pirate, but he's somehow struck remorse in my heart.
Kiku sat in his cabin, his face resting in his hands. His heart lightly pounding and his breathing was the only thing he could hear.
It had been five days since Arthur's capture, and Kiku didn't live up to his word in going back to the captured pirate. He sent his guards to feed the nation and give him water, but other than that, Arthur hadn't seen or heard of Kiku since the first night. Kiku wasn't entirely sure why he wouldn't go back down there, but he had a fairly strong idea.
It was those blasted tears he had seen welling up in the pirate's eyes.
It was such an unusual sight: this arrogant pirate who believes he's higher than everyone simply because he was the personification of Great Britain chained to a wall with a gash on his chest and tears in his eyes. Kiku wasn't expecting it, and it shocked him down to the core. Though he hadn't shown it, he somehow noticed the remorse he felt for causing those tears.
Kiku scoffed and took his hat off, resting it on his bed. He chewed his lip as he thought about going down there, at least for a little. It was late and the ship was currently docked, the crew asleep except for the two guards watching near Arthur's "quarters".
Ah, what the hell?
Kiku stood up, not bothering to grab his hat or his katana as he made his way down to the prisoner's quarters, waving the guards away when they questioned why he was up and sent them to bed. He took in a deep breath and walked into the holing area.
Arthur had his head bowed and his whole body was slumped. The only thing holding him up was the chains imprisoning him to the wall. He looked thinner, but other than that and his dirtied skin, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. All the wounds Kiku had inflicted on him had already healed up, a perk of being a nation.
Kiku walked up to Arthur and knelt down, examining the pirate's bared chest. Hesitantly, he reached out to touch the area where the gash from his katana used to be.
"Finally decided to grow a pair and come down to see me?"
Kiku jumped and pulled his hand away, watching as Arthur lifted his head. Green, tired, and empty orbs stared at the smaller nation. Arthur's face was an expressionless mask, all the anger he had possessed the day he was captured completely gone. Kiku didn't like this side of Arthur, nor did he like how tired the other nation looked. He swallowed the painful lump that had lodged itself in his throat, but didn't say a thing.
Arthur narrowed his eyes. "Well? Are you going to say something?" he snapped, but his words and his voice lacked the bite he had meant to have.
Kiku cleared his throat and stood up, clasping his hands behind his back. "I simply came to check on how you were doing," he said quietly, forcing his expression to not give anything away.
Arthur scoffed and bowed his head again, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. "Funny, I thought you didn't give two shits about my well-being," he muttered, shifting a little. The chains rattled quietly with Arthur's movement which caused the cuffs to move slightly. Kiku caught sight of bruises lining Arthur's wrist and there was even a fine cut along his right wrist. The ends of the cuffs had obviously started digging into his skin, but at this point, Arthur didn't seem to really care.
Kiku chewed the inside of his cheek and pulled up the wooden chair that was in the corner of the room, sitting down directly in front of Arthur. He pulled out his keys from his pocket and unlocked one of the cuffs, Arthur's right arm falling limply to his side. Arthur hissed when his arm immediately got the pins-and-needles feeling, trying to shake it, but it had no feeling in it.
"I'll give you some relief," Kiku said as he stuck the keys back in his suit's pocket, watching Arthur with curious and cautious eyes.
Arthur glanced up at the Japanese, his irises shining with a mixture of emotions. Kiku noticed confusion easily, but the other emotions weren't so easily identifiable.
"That was unexpected," Arthur said quietly before looking down at the cut on his wrist.
Kiku chuckled lightly. "I'm not as cruel as I make myself out to be," he said, meeting Arthur's quiet tone of voice.
Arthur hesitantly locked his gaze back onto Kiku's, trying to swallow down the dryness in his throat. "You do a pretty nice job at putting on a mask," he said, his green eyes lighting up slightly.
Kiku noticed the lightening of Arthur's irises and smiled internally. "Do I?" he asked, tilting his head to the side.
Arthur lifted his right shoulder in a coy shrug. "At least I think you do," he said, leaning his head against the wall. "What, do you not think so?"
Kiku chewed his lip for a few seconds before responding. "I've never liked having to put on a mask. But I have learned that you have to be cruel every once in a while," he answered, crossing his legs and pulling off the white glove on his hand.
Arthur raised an eyebrow and tilted his head to the side. "Cruelty has to be an option?" he questioned.
Kiku sighed. "As if you haven't been cruel before," he said softly.
Arthur chuckled but didn't say anything to Kiku's statement. He met the other's eyes and tried to decipher what Kiku was feeling. It was the one thing Arthur found himself admiring and hating about the other nation the most, how those eyes seemed to stay completely void of any emotion, yet seemed to gather everything in their silent and empty state. It made his blood boil and he wanted to scream at the man to show some bloody emotion, but it also made him wish he could do the same.
Kiku tilted his head slightly. "What are you looking at?" he asked quietly, his voice laced with gentleness.
"Your eyes," Arthur answered with no hesitation.
Kiku blinked, his dark eyes changing to a lighter tone for a split second before fading back. "My eyes? Why?" he questioned, intrigued.
A sly smile rose on Arthur's lips. "They disgust me," he answered, smirking as he saw Kiku's jaw clench. "But," he continued, "there's something about them I find myself admiring."
Kiku's jaw relaxed and he blinked multiple times, as if Arthur's words had sent something into his eyes. His mind reeled and he furrowed his brow. What did he mean they disgusted him but he also admired them? How was that even possible?
Kiku clicked his tongue in annoyance and stood up, slipping his glove back on. Damn pirate, always sneaking his way into something he shouldn't...
Arthur chuckled. "Leaving so soon?" he asked with a light teasing tone in his voice. "Aw, I was hoping you would do something about this boredom." He sighed and ran his free hand through his tangled and greasy hair. "I guess not. Such a shame."
Kiku's eyes flashed with anger and he clutched Arthur's hair, yanking his head back, emerald meeting dark brown. "I'm not here for your entertainment, Kirkland. This is my ship and you're nothing but my prisoner," the Japanese nation hissed out.
He was shocked when the smile remained on Arthur's face, his expression that of a smug pride. Without realizing it, Kiku had slipped up and showed emotion once again to the captured pirate.
"Is that so, Kiku Honda?" Arthur asked, using the nation's human name to piss him off even more. "And what are you going to do about it?" he threatened, loving how Kiku's eyes darkened with even more anger.
The next thing Arthur knew was that Kiku's foot was pressed up against his groin, pushing against the sensitive area roughly. Arthur had his head bowed and was panting quietly as he squirmed under the other's foot, his breath hitching as pain continuously shot through his stomach.
Kiku glared down at the pirate, pressing his foot harder against the nation's crotch, eliciting a gasp and a groan of pain from Arthur's lips.
"Not so cocky now, are you?" Kiku snapped, crossing his arms.
Arthur lifted his head and met Kiku's glare with his own, quiet pants causing his chest to rise and fall quickly. "Get your bloody foot off of me," he snapped breathlessly, trying to move his hips away from the Japanese nation.
Kiku chuckled and put all his weight onto his foot, causing Arthur to gasp again and throw his head back as he gripped Kiku's ankle. However, he made no move to lift the foot off of his crotch as a light groan slid past Arthur's lips, his eyes closing half way.
Kiku clicked his tongue. "You're a damn pervert," he hissed out.
Arthur narrowed his eyes and opened his mouth to say something, but as soon as he did so, Kiku started rubbing his foot harshly against the nation's sensitive area. Arthur's breath hitched in his throat before it rolled out of him in a quiet moan, his cheeks turning red at the sudden pleasure running through him.
Kiku swallowed the lump that was lodged in his throat, his lips automatically growing dry from the sound of Arthur's moan. He clasped his hands behind his back, subtly wringing them together, and moistened his lips with his tongue, watching the man practically writhe underneath him.
Arthur now had his head resting against the wall, his eyes closed and his lips parted as he subconsciously moved his hips against Kiku's foot. Kiku realized what was happening as Arthur grinded against him and a thin line of sweat beaded his forehead as Arthur continued to moan quietly. Kiku stared as the pirate's face twisted with pleasure and his cheeks turned a dark red.
Kiku hadn't planned this. By God, did he not plan this.
He made a move to pull his foot away, but Arthur kept it where it was. He lifted his head from the wall and glared at Kiku. "You started this, and you're going to finish it. You're not leaving until I say so," he growled out.
Kiku swallowed, panic rising in his chest as he tried to yank his foot away. "Let go of me, you pervert!" he exclaimed.
Arthur clicked his tongue, a fire lighting up in his eyes. But then a smirk rose on his face. "You say that, but it's obvious you took a certain enjoyment from seeing me like that," he said quietly, his voice suddenly husky.
Kiku's face flushed and he had to grip the back of the chair next to him so he didn't lose his balance and fall. He tried to hide the fact he did like what he saw and heard, but it wasn't any good since Arthur had already seen it.
"Finish what you started, Kiku," Arthur hissed, yanking on the smaller nation's foot, which caused him to yelp.
"Y-you're crazy if you think I'm doing things like that with you," Kiku snapped, his knuckles turning white from how hard he was gripping the chair.
Arthur laughed a little. "Says the one who is now turned on because of me," he said, a devilish smirk still on his lips. "I can make more noises if you want me to," he whispered, rolling his hips against Kiku's foot and moaning quietly.
Kiku's face turned a dark red, matching Arthur's flushed cheeks. "F-fine!" he exclaimed as his insistent hard-on pressed against his uniform's pants. "But we are not doing anything here," he said, his breathing heavy and shallow. He couldn't believe he was doing this. A part of him said he could turn and walk out, but the iron grip on his ankle was intimidating all on its own.
He swallowed and grabbed his keys, bending down to unlock the other cuff. "If you touch me or try anything before we get to my cabin, you'll regret it," Kiku threatened.
Arthur chuckled. "You have my word," he said quietly.
Kiku shoved Arthur into his cabin, the pirate hitting the built in desk inside with a small 'oof' leaving his lips. Kiku turned to close the door and lock it before sighing in relief, grateful none of the guards had seen the two.
Arthur turned and leaned against the desk, folding his arms over his bare chest as Kiku hesitantly turned around. "Well, you're not just going to stand there, are you?" he asked, watching the smaller man with a gaze filled with what looked like hunger.
It sent a chill down Kiku's spine.
He hesitantly took a step towards the pirate, shaking lightly as fear started to grow in him. He had no idea what Arthur was going to do to his body, but whatever it was, he knew it was going to hurt.
And somehow, that made Kiku want what was going to happen even more.
Once Kiku was close enough to Arthur, the pirate reached out and snaked his arm around the other man's waist. Only now did Kiku realize that Arthur was nearly a head taller than him as he was pulled towards him. Their chests touched and Kiku turned a dark red once again.
Arthur chuckled as Kiku's hands were placed on his shoulders, the Japanese nation turning his head away in embarrassment. "You've never had sex before, have you?" he questioned, leaning down towards Kiku's ear.
Kiku bit his lip, not answering as he felt something hard against his thigh. His breath grew heavy and ragged as he lightly dug his nails into Arthur's skin.
Arthur winced a little but chuckled again, nibbling on Kiku's ear lobe.
Kiku's breath hitched in his throat and he felt himself grow harder, swallowing the lump in his throat. "I don't expect you to be gentle with me," he said quietly, unable to hear himself through the pulse echoing in his ears.
Arthur smirked before kissing Kiku's neck, losing himself in his lust that Kiku had started. "What makes you say that?" he questioned, slipping his hand underneath Kiku's uniform shirt.
Kiku couldn't help but tilt his head to the side to allow Arthur better access to his neck, his eyes closing almost immediately. Arthur's lips felt too good against his skin, and he nearly forgot what he was going to say. "I've angered you too much for you to be gentle with me," he said, his voice showing a hint of fear.
Arthur hummed in response and drug his tongue up Kiku's neck, the smaller nation gasping as his breath hitched in his throat. He dug his nails even farther into Arthur's skin, regretting his decision now. He was letting a pirate, of all people, do things to him.
Arthur started to trail kisses up to Kiku's cheek, lightly grinding against Kiku's thigh. He moaned softly, pulling his head away to meet Kiku's eyes, smirking when he saw the brown eyes lighten with the subtle pleasure he was feeling.
"You know, it is often when a captor takes in their prisoner as a whore," Arthur said softly.
Kiku scoffed and pushed himself away from Arthur a little, though the strong arm around his waist kept him from doing much. "Yes, but the prisoner usually doesn't fuck the captor," he said, scowling at the pirate.
Arthur chuckled. "How cute it is that you know I'm the one topping," he said.
Kiku rolled his eyes. "Just get on with it, Kirkland," he snapped.
"Tsk, so impatient," Arthur scolded, kissing the corner of Kiku's mouth. "You need to learn how to relax."
Kiku swallowed as he felt Arthur's other hand travel to the waistband of his pants. He tried to pull away, but found his efforts in vain.
Arthur clicked his tongue in annoyance. "Why do you suddenly not want this?"
Kiku looked up at Arthur with frightful eyes. "Because you're a pirate," he answered, which made Arthur give the smaller nation a deadly glare.
In one swift motion, Arthur picked Kiku up. The smaller nation yelped and held onto the other, glaring at Arthur. Arthur snickered as he tossed Kiku onto his bed, the nation gasping as Arthur climbed on top of him.
"You know, I have to admit, I have found you rather enticing since I first met you," Arthur said quietly as he peered down at Kiku while pinning him down to the mattress.
Kiku stared up at Arthur with wide brown eyes. "Oh?" he questioned.
Arthur chuckled. "After all, not many people are able to destroy my ship and capture me," he said. "Though I'm not too pleased about it, I do admire you for being the first to do as such."
Kiku squirmed a little underneath Arthur, turning his head away. "Nice to know," he mumbled, shifting his thighs to hide his insistent hard-on.
Arthur chuckled and placed his hand on Kiku's cheek, turning his head so their eyes met. He crashed his lips against the man's below him, causing Kiku to gasp and part his lips in surprise. Arthur roughly stuck his tongue into Kiku's mouth, ripping a moan from both of them. Kiku eagerly swirled his tongue around Arthur's, bucking his hips up against the other man's. Arthur groaned as he felt their erections brush and pressed his lips harder against Kiku's, dominating his mouth with his tongue easily.
Arthur pulled away, a thin line of saliva connecting their lips. Kiku looked up at Arthur with half-lidded eyes as he breathed heavily, his cheeks darkly flushed.
Arthur smirked and started unbuttoning Kiku's shirt, kissing each inch of newly exposed skin. Kiku shivered under the Brit, biting his lip and covering his eyes with his arm.
Arthur finished with the buttons and moved his lips up to Kiku's nipples, kissing one gently. Kiku gasped and arched his back a little, panting slightly already. Arthur took the nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. His member grew harder at the moans coming from the smaller nation. He lightly nipped at the flesh in his mouth before sucking on it, reaching over with his hand to pinch and tease Kiku's other nipple.
Kiku was practically melting with Arthur's touch, soft moans leaving his lips as he moved his hands to grip the sheets under him. He whimpered as his erection grew harder, bucking his hips again.
Arthur pulled away, licking his lips as he sat up, staring down at Kiku with a smug look on his face. "So cute," he said softly. "The cruel nation from before has fallen to a mewling man, writhing under me."
Kiku glared, but the lustful cloud in his eyes and the flush on his cheeks made the hateful look hardly intimidating.
Arthur moved his hands down to Kiku's pants and slowly started sliding them down. Kiku watched as his face grew darker, breathing heavily as his chest rose and fell. After Kiku's lower body was bared, Arthur leaned down towards Kiku's member.
"W-wait!" Kiku exclaimed, pushing himself onto his elbows.
Arthur glanced up at Kiku, raising an eyebrow. "What is it?" he asked.
Kiku bit his lip. "What are you doing?" he questioned.
Arthur smiled. "What do you think?"
Kiku swallowed the lump in his throat, looking down at his erection and Arthur's face.
Arthur reached up and pushed Kiku back onto his back. "You need to learn how to relax," he said, sending the Japanese nation a lewd wink before taking the head of Kiku's member into his mouth.
Kiku's breath hitched in his throat and his grip on the sheets tightened as he squeezed his eyes shut. Arthur started sucking on the small part of Kiku's member he had in his mouth, running his tongue along the tip teasingly. Kiku whimpered and moaned as he arched his back slightly, everything setting his veins on fire with sinful pleasure. Arthur hummed and slowly took in more of Kiku's member, eliciting a gasp from the Japanese. Arthur sucked harshly on the organ in his mouth, moving his hands down to hold Kiku's hips still once he felt the nation start rocking under him. Arthur started bobbing his head up and down, pressing his tongue on the underside of Kiku's member to create friction. He moaned quietly and hummed softly, sending vibrations down Kiku's shaft.
Kiku was lightly shaking, his toes curling and his fingers aching from their hold on the sheets. Moans were leaving his lips as his mind grew hazy from the pleasure he was receiving. He squeezed his eyes shut and forced himself not to move his hips since he could feel Arthur's hands holding him down.
Arthur increased his bobbing, moaning again. He went back to teasing the head again before taking all of Kiku into his mouth and sucked as hard as he could. Kiku gasped and shot up into a sitting position, moaning loudly as he gripped Arthur's hair. He bowed his head and subconsciously spread his legs even more.
Arthur chuckled and pulled away from Kiku's member, looking up at the oriental through his lashes as he slowly drug his tongue up the underside of Kiku's member. Kiku moaned softly as he stared down at Arthur with half lidded eyes.
Arthur leaned up and kissed Kiku lightly, grabbing the other's member. He slowly started stroking the organ that was slick with his saliva. Kiku moaned against Arthur's lips and immediately parted his own, wanting to feel their tongues rub against each other again. He groaned as he was rewarded with just that, their tongues entertwining. Arthur stroked Kiku faster, shifting as his pants had grown uncomfortable.
Kiku was the one to break the heated kiss this time, tilting his head back. His lips were parted and moans were leaving them as Arthur continued to pleasure him. Arthur took this opportunity to nip at Kiku's neck and suck on the skin, causing the Japanese nation to gasp and shiver. Arthur's tongue brushed against the spot and Kiku seemed to melt from the attention.
When Arthur pulled away from Kiku's neck, he kissed the mark he had left before meeting the dark lust-filled eyes. "Back or hands and knees?" he asked.
Kiku blinked, trying to figure out what Arthur was asking through his hazy mind. "Back," he whispered after the realization struck him, scared of what he would sound like if he spoke at a normal volume.
Arthur nodded once in confirmation before pushing Kiku back onto the bed, placing three fingers on his lower lip. Kiku swallowed and opened his mouth. Arthur slid his fingers into Kiku's mouth, groaning as he felt the Japanese's tongue run across the digits. When he felt as if his fingers were wet enough, he pulled them out of Kiku's mouth and brought his hand to Kiku's entrance. With slight resistance, Arthur pushed a single finger in.
Kiku gasped and squirmed at the intrusion, discomfort automatically overwhelming him. "Take it out," he whined, trying to pull his hips away.
Arthur immediately kissed Kiku. "It'll pass. Just give it a second," he said gently, his lips brushing against Kiku's as he spoke.
Kiku whimpered and shifted, trying to get used to the finger inside of him. After a few seconds, he nodded, signaling Arthur to continue.
Arthur started moving his finger in and out of Kiku, chewing his lip at the moans and whimpers leaving the man below him. After a few more moans, Arthur inserted a second finger. Kiku moaned louder and turned his head to the side, panting heavily. Arthur pushed his fingers as deep as he could before he started scissoring them, thrusting them in and out of Kiku roughly. Kiku was writhing underneath Arthur, bucking his hips up and rolling them against the fingers inside him. When Arthur figured he was ready, he added the third finger and thrusted them in as deep as he could. Kiku gasped and a quiet cry left his lips, lifting his hips to allow Arthur better access. Arthur thrusted his fingers in and out of Kiku, shivering at how tight he was. Arthur pushed his fingers in deeply, curling them slightly to stretch the tight hole out. Kiku cried out and threw his head back, moving his hips faster against Arthur's fingers.
Arthur couldn't take it anymore. He had to have him.
In one swift movement, Arthur pulled his fingers out, leaving Kiku empty and panting for air. Arthur pulled his neglected member out and moved towards Kiku. He lifted the smaller nations legs and rested them on his shoulders, kissing one of his calves before lining up with Kiku's entrance.
Arthur slid into Kiku, both nations moaning as he did so. Arthur bowed his head and gripped the sheets with one of his hands, panting as he pushed even more into Kiku. Kiku was whimpering and squirming again, his back already arching. Arthur pushed in the rest of the way and waited for the oriental to tell him to move.
Kiku drew in deep shaky breaths before nodding. "Move," he whispered.
Arthur immediately thrusted into Kiku, starting out slow and soft. Kiku was moaning quietly, closing his eyes as he focused on the feel of Arthur sliding in and out of him. His moans grew louder as Arthur progressively made his thrusts rougher and faster, the Brit moaning as well. Arthur grabbed Kiku's member, pumping him in time with his thrusts. Kiku gasped as Arthur thumbed his head occasionally, rocking his hips against the pirate's and thrusting into the hand wrapped around his member.
Arthur then pushed himself in deeper, Kiku gasping as he felt Arthur brush a certain spot inside him. Arthur resumed his pace, his thrusts going in deeper than before. Kiku was moaning loudly now, his back arching high off the bed, gripping the sheets again.
When Arthur hit his prostate, his eyes widened as he saw stars and a strangled cry left his lips. "Arthur! Right there!" he moaned out, rocking his hips against the Brit's.
Arthur chuckled breathlessly and angled his thrusts to continuously hit Kiku's sweet spot, eliciting a cry each time. They were lost in their lust, moans and cries echoing around the room around them. Kiku was slowly losing his control as Arthur thrusted into him and stroked him simultaneously.
It wasn't long before the oriental knew he was about to reach his little ecstasy. "A-Arthur," he moaned out. "I-I'm about to-" Before he could even finish, he released in Arthur's hand and onto his stomach. Arthur soon followed, moaning as he came deep inside Kiku.
Arthur practically collapsed onto Kiku, both of them breathing heavily. Arthur pulled out of Kiku, causing the oriental to moan softly, and ran his clean hand through his hair. "Well... what did you think?" he asked as he looked into Kiku's eyes.
Kiku swallowed and met Arthur's gaze. "That was... nice," he said quietly.
Arthur chuckled. "Do you still want to know my 'plans'?" he asked teasingly.
Kiku scoffed and rolled his eyes, turning over so his back was facing the pirate. He jolted when he felt the other man's arms wrap around him. "You said cruelty is a mask. How much do you believe in that?" the Brit asked.
Kiku was silent as he stared at the wall in front of him. He wasn't sure how to answer Arthur's question and he tried to sift through his still hazy mind to find what he wanted to say.
"I believe in it quite a bit," Kiku said. "Enough to where it'll stop being a mask at a certain extent." Kiku grew silent as he waited for Arthur's response.
When he didn't get an answer, he turned his head to look at the pirate. "Arthur..?" he questioned quietly. He sighed and smiled a little when he saw the Brit fast asleep. Kiku turned his head to face the wall once again, drawing in a deep breath.
He had just had sex, for the very first time, with a wanted nation who he was supposed to be interrogating. A lump grew in Kiku's throat and tears lined his bottom lids. He turned his face into the pillow, trying to get rid of the fact he felt safe in Arthur's arms.
Kiku, you've lost your mask... but it seems so has Arthur...
When Kiku awoke, he was still on his side with Arthur's arms wrapped around him. He could feel his hips aching and his whole body felt sore and stiff. He groaned and buried his face into the pillow under him.
He listened to the breathing of the pirate next to him, feeling the rise and fall of Arthur's chest against his back. Kiku's bared lower body was pressed against Arthur's and their legs were tangled. Kiku knew if he still didn't have his shirt on, his bare skin would be against Arthur's naked chest. Kiku hesitantly and cautiously sat up, causing the pirate next to him to groan and roll over.
Kiku released a breath He hadn't realized he was holding and glanced at Arthur's face. Memories of the night before flooded into Kiku's mind, which sent a shiver down Kiku's spine. He quickly averted his gaze and stood up, inhaling sharply at the soreness in his lower body.
That's when the ship lurched, sending Kiku to his knees as Arthur jolted awake, sitting upright. Kiku muttered something in Japanese and quickly grabbed his clothes, getting dressed with a practiced efficiency. He grabbed Arthur's hand and tied it to the headboard.
"Stay here," the Japanese ordered before rushing out the cabin, leaving Arthur alone.
Arthur was disoriented and confused and he could faintly hear the sound of canon fire. He yanked on his restraint, hissing as the rope burnt his wrist.
The ship lurched again and Arthur would've been thrown off the bed if it wasn't for the fact he was tied to it. He cursed as a sharp pain ran across his shoulder, his heart pounding against his chest.
He heard screams. Gunshots. Canon fire. It was another bloody fight, probably a pirate coming to raid Kiku's ship. Arthur was immobilized and was at the mercy to anyone who walked into that door.
No... I'm not letting someone else take me.
He yanked on his restraint, ignoring the blinding pain in his shoulder and the burning on his wrist. He held his breath as he fought to get free, the canon fire and gunshots ringing in his ears, deafening him with his panicked heartbeat.
"Goddamn it, Kiku!" Arthur exclaimed in frustration and punched the headboard, his skin splitting and his knuckles cracking. He felt the warmth of his blood run down his fingers as he panted, squeezing his eyes shut from the wave of dizziness that suddenly washed over him.
The pirate sighed and opened his eyes, glancing at the cabin door. His eyes widened as he saw water seeping in from the crack between the bottom of the door and the cabin floor. It had already covered the entire floor and was steadily rising. Arthur grew even more panicked and cursed under his breath, looking for something, anything to cut that damn rope.
When Arthur felt the water cascade around his legs, he yanked harder on the rope, his breathing staggered. He screamed Kiku's name, his panicked heart pounding against his rib cage almost painfully. He bowed his head, taking a few deep breaths before yanking roughly on the rope once again. He bit down on his tongue when he felt the rope burn away the first layer of skin on his wrist, the metallic taste of blood immediately filling his mouth.
"Bloody hell, Kiku Honda, get your arse back in here and fucking help me!" Arthur screamed at the top of his lungs, grabbing the rope with his other hand. He pulled on it, grinding his teeth as he shoved the thought that Kiku could be off the ship by now away. It was sinking and the island nation could've either been captured or he had abandoned ship.
Why would he risk going back to save a pirate?
Arthur felt his breath catch in his throat as the water reached his chest, chilling him to the bone. He stood on the bed and plastered himself against the wall that the headboard rested against, breathing heavily as he dug his nails into his palms.
Of course. Of course Kiku would leave him there to drown. After the pirate had practically defiled the other man's body, Kiku had to get rid of that fact. What better way to do that then to leave Arthur to drown? Of course, he wouldn't die, but that doesn't mean Arthur wouldn't feel the immense pain.
He nearly forgot that Kiku was the one who had brought him up there, but that didn't matter. What mattered now was that the water was rising at a deadly rate and Arthur was tied to a headboard, all by himself with no idea as to what had happened or what was still happening. He leaned his head against the wall behind him and closed his eyes, trying to calm his racing heart and his ragged breathing.
"Well, if this is how I'm going to go out, might as well have a few moments of relaxation," Arthur said sarcastically, yanking on the rope half-heartedly. He sighed and put his unbound hand out, resting it on top of the water, letting his fingers splay out. He let the water lift his hand up, squeezing his eyes shut as he felt the water reach his chest again. He took in deep breaths, preparing for when his head went under the water.
"Fuck you, Japan," he muttered as the water surrounded him, his whole body shaking from the cold ocean that was easily invading the small cabin.
Arthur struggled to keep his head above the water by the time the level had reached his chin. He tilted his head back and gasped for air, trying desperately to prepare himself to lose oxygen. He squeezed his eyes shut and pulled on his restraint, placing his other hand on the low ceiling above him. His panicked heart was pounding against his ribs, sending a series of sharp pain to run across his bones.
When the water reached his nose, he tilted his head back even more and let out a scream that was soon enveloped by the water, cutting off his flow of oxygen. Arthur turned and struggled with the rope some more, holding his breath as best he could. He couldn't tell if he was crying, but he felt as if he was.
He pulled on the rope and clawed at it desperately as his lungs started burning. They screamed for air as water flooded into Arthur's nose, causing him to cough. Water filled his mouth and down his throat, his struggle growing weak as his need for oxygen overtook him. He tried to scream again, but no sound came out as he felt his vision dim. He pounded against the rope with his fist, his nose, throat, and lungs on fire from the sea water invading him.
Arthur gave up as he felt himself close to passing out and rested his forehead against the wall. He tried to close his mouth, but he was too weak.
The last thing he noticed was the cold chill around him before everything turned to black.
