Of Cupcakes And Sword Fights Chapter 7: A Captain Out Of Water, a hetalia - axis powers fanfic

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Of Cupcakes And Swordfights

Chapter Seven

A Captain Out Of Water

*Francois POV*

He came out a couple minutes later and smiled. "Let's go."

"Not so fast."

He turned and looked at me worriedly. "I- I'm sorry...it's because of what I said isn't it? I'll take whatever punishment you have…."

I looked at him for a minute. If it had been anyone else I would have given them a couple scars to remember me by. But once again this was mon petite ange. Raising my hand a little I bopped him lightly on the head.

"Non. Did what you say hurt me? Oui. But I understand and if you think for one minute that I'm going to hurt you then think again. I will not hurt you and I'm not going to let anyone else lay a single finger on you either. You are mon ange. Mon fleur rose (pink flower). Mon petite lappin." With every name I drew closer to him until our lips were almost touching. "Understand mon cheri?" I asked as I caressed his cheek.

He blushed and nodded. "A-aye..."

I pulled away. "Now there's a couple things you need to know."

"You're dressed differently."

"Oui." I was wearing a silk purple dress shirt and black slacks with my boots which I had a knife hidden in. "I can't very well go galavanting around dressed lie a pirate now can I?"

"No...I suppose not."

I pointed up to where my usual flag waved and he looked up. "It's a union Jack!" He said happily.

"Oui. When we get into to town you must call address if you want to be formal. No matter what you cannot call me captain. Okay?"

He gave me a quizzical look but I paid it no mind and got a sack of gold. "You ready? We only have two days on land by the way."

He smiled widely. "Yes please lets go!" He tugged on my hand excitedly.

"Oui oui. Let's go." I grumbled as I gave my ship one last look before walking out of the harbor and into town.

"First I want to take to you to a connection of mine. It's going to take at least two days to make the cloak and hat."

"Connection?"

I took a turn down a rather dark and unwelcoming alley and took his hand. "Don't let go and stay close to me."

I placed a rag over his mouth and gestured for him to hold it there. The smell was terrible. I looked around for a minute to make sure I was free of followers that may have decided to be poking in their noses where it doesn't belong then a quiet knock on a door that was so well blended with the wall that even frequent customers such as myself often times almost missed it.

A minute there was still no answer. "Merde...open up already you lazy ass..." I grumbled annoyedly as I knocked again.

A little slot slid open and a pair of reddish violet eyes peered out.

"Allo assmunch!" I said with a sarcastic wave. "Took you long enough."

He opened and let us in before closing it again and smiled falsely. "Been a while has it a not?"

I took the rag I had put over mon cheris mouth and put it away. "You and I both know that we're not smalltalkers. Now where's Flavio?"

He sighed and then his fell on Oliver and immediately lit up with interest.

The poor lappin shivered a little under Lucianos cold gaze so I pulled him closer to me. "Don't even think about it. Mine not yours."

He narrowed his eyes at me. "Francois, I always get what I want. And your little a pet looks a rather interesting."

He stroked a lock of his pink hair and growled at him. "Don't touch him. You may trapse on everyone else you know but you don't intimidate me me and you will not lay a single hand on mon ange."

He glowered and backed of. "Thank you. Now I'm here to see your brother. Is he here?"

He pointed to a door towards the back of the room and turned away from me with a grumble.

Oliver tugged on my shirt and looked up at me with fear filled eyes.

"Don't worry. He's not going to bother you. And something tells me you'll like Flavio. You like fashion?"

He nodded.

"Then you'll like him."

"Do you?"

"Uh..." I looked away. "He's...passionate..." I said slowly in an attempt to answer him, but he giggled. "You don't care for him do you?"

"No...not really...just thinking about him makes my already aching head worse..."

"That's right...you haven't gotten any sleep at all have you lately?"

"Non."

"That's-"

"Ciao~!" An over hyped short haired blonde guy in a white suit with a purple scarf and purple shades bust open the door dramatically and waved happily.

I groaned inwardly. "Monsieur Flavio..."

"Hello Francois! It's a been such a long while no?" He saw mon cher and his smile got bigger. "Well aren't you adorable! What is your name?"

*Oliver's POV*

I smiled at the newcomer and his compliment. "My names Oliver." I said with a slight bow.

"Flavio Vargas. So what brings you here? And why are you dressed in these dreadful rags?" He said with mild horror in his voice.

"It was...uh...all Francois could find that fit me….on hand..."

He fixed him with an accusing look and sighed.

"Hey! Don't give me that look. I came to the best tailor I know for a reason!" He said in defense.

"And the most expensive."

"Please. You and I both know that money is no object for me. He a captains cloak and hat. As well as anything he might think up."

I looked at Francois and tugged on his sleeve a little. "Are you sure? You...don't have to spend so much on me...I still have some of my old clothes at the bakery..."