I'm going to introduce some of their training, but it's not the main focus, it's finally getting on a Navy ship and setting off to sea. A France warning for any younger viewer. Please read and Review!

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Alfred's Journal, Saturday 25th.

What a day! I just got my butt worked! We started training right away, Matt and I were only allowed to put our things down on our bed when we got there, which was pretty early in the morning, I feel bad for Matt but he did all right. So training! It was brutal, there' s all this training stuff, like gyms and obstacle courses we had to go through! The worst was the one were we had to put on weights around our body and drag a 100 pound sack! Well, we couldn't drag it, we had to carry it through muddy terrain, through hoops and over a wall with only a rope to help us up and over it. We had to run the whole thing and I made it okay, I mean it was tough but I finished in record time, Matthew on the other hand not so much, he did well though just couldn't keep up with me and some of the other bigger guys. We also had schooling, which sucked! I'm not really good at navigation, unlike Matt who could probably be thrown into the middle of the ocean and find his way back home. Just has this sense I guess, he's also good at mapping things out, we had to map out correctly and concisely the bay and harbor around the area with what they gave us, hardest thing I ever did I failed! Matt didn't though, he was always good at that stuff, can I say i'm kind of jealous? I mean I'm not stupid…it's just it doesn't come as easily.

After our little study session we went back to training, we went to the beach, Finally! We weren't allowed to go in without the whole crew with us which was stupid. It was late afternoon and the clouds were getting that orangish tinge they get, it was really pretty, I was super excited. There was buoy out far, our job was to swim out and see if we can grab sand from the bottom. So we go off and the water is wicked cold! I mean my balls are shriveling up, no joke! Anyway, everyone runs into the freezing water but only Matt and I start swimming, we're not pansy afraid of cold water. At first we're right next to each other, which shocked me, I wasn't going to let my baby brother beat me! So I kicked up the pace and after a while lost him. I touched the buoy and tried to catch my breath for a moment. Just enough for Matt to see me dive under for my try at grabbing sand. I must have been swimming straight down for a minute and never touched sand. I had to adjust the pressure in my ears, something I learned when I was younger and from the navy officers today. Lucky, I remembered that! I come up and I see Matt is gone but a few other men had just got to the buoy. I decided to go down again, I'm not sure if I passed Matt on the way down or not, I couldn't tell it was blurry.

Sadly no one was able to grab sand, I guess stupid navy officer knew that it wasn't physically possible for any of us to go down that far. What an ass!

Well that's it for now, I'm super tired and need some awesome rest! More training tomorrow!

Matthew's Journal, Saturday 25th.

So tired, I'm going to have to go to bed early, Let's just say a lot happened today, a lot of training, school was fun though, I really enjoyed it, I never thought navy block heads would be so smart, Alfred laughed at me and said that I judge people too quickly. I guess he's right this time. I actually am enjoying myself, my body is torn and exhausted all I wish is for sleep now. Sorry this isn't longer, goodnight. Mom, Dad, keep watching over us.

P.s. Alfred woke me up around midnight, he snores really loud when he's tired.

Alfred's Journal, Sunday 26th

What the hell! You won't believe this but Matthew is actually only an inch shorter then me, I swear he was shorter, I better grow fast! Can't let him catch up to big bro! not in height! That's not cool! I mean people already having a hard enough time tellings us apart, though our hair style is different and so our are personalities! If we were the same height we might as well be twins, and I'm two years older then him…whatever, just got to eat more! Which is actually hard to do because they only give certain servings! I'm so hungry! They're working us really hard! Not that I'm complaining!

More drills and what not, school is still confusing and damn when am I going to get on a boat to meet a damn pirate! I almost forgot! They should teach us how to use a sword right? When are they going to start that? Dad, I'm going to turn into a brute, a force the likes non have ever scene! Haha! Save some towns and ships from evil doers! I'll handle that sword so nicely it will be a blur to my enemy.

Matthew's Journal, Sunday 26th

Too tired, to write much, sorry. Well another hard day, training my already sore and tired body into oblivion. It hurts, sitting down hurts. Well the good news is that I'm only an inch shorter then Alfred, despite his two year head start, maybe it was because I ate my vegetables when I was younger? Who knows, Well hopefully I'll gain another inch, that would be nice…though people already have a hard enough time telling us apart…really do we really look that similar? I don't know, I mean if you look at our bodies, he has much more muscle then I do, not that I'm small, I think I'm growing nicely. Anyway going off to bed, Goodnight! If Alfred wakes me up again I will punch him.

P.s. Alfred woke me up again, around 3 in the morning, I didn't punch him though, I should have, I really wanted to! Grr!

(4 weeks Later)

Alfred's Journal, Tuesday 21st

We finally start using swords and it sucks! They keep saying that I use too much force but force and pure strength is what I'm good at! I mean you should see my biceps! Haha! Well, damn Matthew has it down pretty much, the mechanics I mean... he isn't very aggressive. Maybe if Matt and I became one super being we could do anything, but alas…He is the moon and I am the sun…two powers different but together in the same sky. Poetic huh?

Yeah, I can be a softy too! Well I got to go practice some more sword play, who knew it would be so fancy!

Matthew's Journal, Tuesday 21st

We started our sword practice and I found it to be very beautiful, though I thought it was so barbaric before. The steps and proper sword swing is very graceful and thought out, it really feels as if you become one with the blade, but I don't think I could ever hurt anyone with a sword, maybe if my life depended on it. Or Alfred's, I really hope that if Alfred's in danger I wont be afraid to draw my sword but for now, it makes me nervous to hold it. They say I should put more heart into my movements but it's hard when you know what the movements are being used for. I've been talking with the captain of our training camp, he informed me that a high class navy officer by the name of Francis Bonnefoy will be arriving shortly and be talking on hands. I'm sure Alfred will be the first to volunteer himself, which means I will have to go. No doubt going for some year long voyage to who knows where.

Captain's Log, Arthur Kirkland, Tuesday 21st

To my, displeasure, it seems the crew is becoming restless, these blood sucking demons need to cause some chaos soon or they'll probably start a mutiny, any good that would do for them. Ha! I would like to see them try, I can out draw any one of them, sword or gun I could kill of them if I wanted. They know that and besides, going against me wont get them plundering a ship any quicker. I do want to wait for a good one though, either a Spanish ship or a navy ship would do nicely, embarrass those so called soldiers by easily turning their ship upside down and leaving it to ruin, yes I like that. Thing is they don't carry much gold but supplies are abundant and maybe I'll take a few new slaves to help clean the boat. That sounds like a grand idea, I think I will talk it over with Toris. I can feel it bubbling up in my stomach.

(Normal Point of View)

Early in the morning a trumpet was sounded through the training camp alerting the men to the arrival of Francis Bonnefoy. Everyone scrambled to get dressed in proper attire and ran out of their bunks as quickly as possible. They stood in line and waited for him to walk by. Francis was a dashing man, around 26 in age with a slight beard and wavy hair that was put in a small ponytail. He had clear blue eyes and a somewhat devious smirk on his face as he looked over the men, his eyes stopping to trail over Alfred and Matthew a little longer then it should. His coat was a baby blue and to lavish for what would be consider an officer's uniform, so many buttons and laced detail covered his wardrobe along with white pants and tall black boots. He started to mutter something French under his breath both brothers didn't seem to understand. He hummed softly then continued walking over to the commander of the training camp and started talking a few things over with him.

Alfred and Matthew watched them quietly, skeptically and noticed the frenchmen turn his head once in a while to glance over at them then smile even more. After a bit more rambling and a few more words in French, he turned and walked back over.

"Now, is there any of you willing to join my ship and defend our seas from pirates and the like?" He asked smirking, his looked over everyone but stopped at Alfred and Matthew. Alfred smiled and quickly stepped forward.

"Of course! Why do you think I joined in the first place?" Alfred said full of confidence and gleam.

" I see, I see!" Francis smirked and his eye lids lowered a bit then he looked over to Matthew who also had someone how stepped forward with out him noticing.

"I'm coming too." He said softly and the lecherous grin he was wearing earlier gave way to a softer one realizing how timid the man was.

A few other men stepped forward and Francis made a nod for them to follow.

"Well, I'm taking these fine men with me! Merci~!" Francis said with a wink and left with his additional crew. The training officer seemed to be sweating a bit and gave off an apologetic smile towards the men leaving and especially to Matthew and Alfred. He wished those boys luck because this would be the toughest training yet.

Francis led them to the dock and led everyone to get acquainted with there new home and new family as he liked to call them. No one knew how long the voyage would be and but it was assumed that they'd be gone a long time. Matthew saw the there was more then enough food for a few months if it didn't spoil. He and Alfred quickly went under the deck to find they're new beds which barely gave room for their growing bodies, it seemed too tight and Matthew was having a hard time dealing with it.

They sat on a bed and Alfred rubbed his back and told him to go outside for some air. Matthew did so but was met by Francis himself. He was smiling cheerfully to them and asked how they liked the ship, the two both smiled and lied about how wonderful the place was and how excited they would be to living here.

The Frenchman obviously alert to their lies chuckled slightly, speaking more French, which puzzled both Alfred and Matthew.

"Umm..Captain, if you wouldn't mind me asking…what is it that you're speaking?" Matthew asked and Alfred looked to his brother to his new captain.

Francis quirked and eyebrow and seemed puzzled himself. "Why, it's the language of love! Haven't you heard French before?" The two boys shook their head no and Francis looked as if he were about to faint.

I must teach you, if only a little to tame you savages. With that Matthew's eyes widened and he quickly turned to Alfred who had already stood up quickly and was going to punch Francis in the face.

"Alfred! No!" Matthew grabbed him around the chest in a hug as Alfred tried to pry him away so he could beat the Frenchman senseless.

"Say that again you asshole!" Alfred was trying to get at the Frenchman's throat but luckily he stepped back.

"W-What? is this? Savages? I didn't mean anything by it, I just meant uncivilized or lacking common knowledge!" Francis said putting his hands on his hips staring at Alfred, who realizing his words slowly started to calm down.

"Alfred…come on now." Matthew said with a sigh, hating his brother for his sometimes trigger anger. Holding Alfred back took all his strength.

"I'm s-sorry" Alfred mumbled ashamed to apologize for being so rash.

Francis seemed to have gotten and idea and his perverted smirk spread across his lips again. "Both of you follow me." He said and lead them to his quarters. He told them to sit down and he would be back with them shortly.

They sat there uncomfortably and Matthew harshly whispered to Alfred, that they were in trouble and it was all his fault, that they were probably going to be kicked off the boat now. Not that Matthew would mind that, it just seemed ridiculous how fast Alfred messed it up for them. They were silent again for a while and they felt that the boat was moving, they stood up and yes the boat was moving, they were going out to sea.

"Haha See! We're not being kicked out!" Alfred said loudly with a cheer.

Matthew let out a sigh.

"For now that is." The brothers looked to the door to see Francis peering at them as he walked in, closing the door and locking it?

"Hey, I'm really sorry about earlier." Alfred said with a grin.

"Sorry doesn't cut it here, you need to show it." The frenchman said walking towards them with a quick and elegant walk.

"H-How?" Alfred asked completely confused. Matthew wondered what he had to do with this as well but stayed quiet.

"Your punishment…" Francis quickly sat on his desk, crossing his legs and smirked. "Please kiss each other for me." He said sweetly.

"What, like on the cheek?" Alfred asked. Matthew was as lost as Alfred was but knew that the kiss their new captain wanted to see wasn't going to be on the cheek.

"Non! On the lips, use your tongues!" He huffed with a devilish smirk.

"What?" Both asked at the same time.

Francis stared back at them blankly. "D-don't tell me…you two never kissed anyone passionately?" He quivered.

They shook their head no and he tried not to scream in frustration.

"Okay, I will explain, Put your lips together twist to the right side and open your mouths, don't part! Slip your tongue into the others mouth and….play around a little~" He said with a smirk and reddening cheeks.

"Ew, no, why would we do that?" Alfred asked.

"It's your punishment, if you don't I'll wait till we get to blue water and dump you both in the middle of nowhere." There seemed to be a sadistic glint in his eyes that wasn't there before but his perverted smile never left his face.

"C-can't we do something else?" Matthew asked.

"Well you could both kiss me like that, oh honhonh~ but I thought you would much rather kiss your brother sense you're related, rather then me a stranger, maybe after we get to know each other more non?" He chuckled again.

"No way!" Alfred yelled, thinking of ways to get out of the situation , he thought maybe just attacking the man and taking the keys but that would mean he couldn't stay on the boat. Alfred really didn't want to have to jump off the boat and swim back to shore because of this.

"That's all you've got, either you each kiss me, or you kiss each other, like I said." Francis chirped he knew he'd win either way.

"F-fine! Come her Matthew!" Alfred said suddenly and yanked his brother closer and put both hands on his shoulder staring eye level at him. "Let's get this over with." Matthew turned pale white and Francis turned bright red.

They inched closer and Alfred pressed his lips to Matthew's who had his eyes closed tightly in discomfort, it was nothing just lip on lip contact, both were awkward and hesitant, they remembered to turn their heads to right so their noses didn't hit but stayed like that not wanting to do the rest.

"Go on" They heard the Frenchman coo along with other French words they didn't understand.

They opened their mouths and stuck their tongue into each others. Francis was breathing heavily and smiling.

They licked around for a bit exploring only as little as possible, both were hesitant and timid with their exploring, they felt something lurch in their gut as they continued for a few more seconds then parted, both quickly turned so as not to look at each other. They were a bit embarrassed and ashamed of what they did but when they looked at the Frenchmen leering at them with drool running down his chin, they knew it was the best choice. It would be awkward for them for a while but they would get over it.

"Y-You happy?" Alfred cursed himself for stuttering.

"Ah, yes but how was it for you?" He asked chuckling.

"Like I just kissed my brother, can we leave now?" Alfred asked, clenching his fists.

"Oui! Just remember though your next punishment will be to kiss me." Francis smiled and hopped off his desk, went to his door and unlocked it. "There you go!" He said.

Alfred bumped him harshly on the shoulder and mumbled something about him being a pervert and Matthew followed after trying not to touch the man at all. Francis watched them leave and went back to his desk, opening up a bottle of wine and pouring it in a glass, he sat back and hummed softly. "Lucky~"

Yeah, France is a perv! Still that wont be all he is, he's not a navy commander for nothing right? Sorry for the sprinkle of incest, well...can't be really considered that, they didn't particularly enjoy it, France did though. Despite perverted-ness it's actually a very effective form of punishment, I mean I doubt they will do anything bad again.

Toris= Lithuania

Francis= France, duh.

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