There's this scene that popped in my head while driving, maybe you can guess the scene. Anyway, I hope you enjoy, please read and review!
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.
The newest arrival docked up and the two pirates below just stared, one scowling while the other in bemused disbelief. Antonio was on rather friendly terms with the other man, they would drink together and exchange information when the other needed it to evade navel attacks and the like. Arthur did his best to simply remain neutral on both parties, well until today that is. The red eyed man eyed the two and let out another laugh throwing his head back, the little yellow bird that was perched on his lavish dark blue hat flew up and started circling above his head.
"Hola Gilbert! What brings you here?" Antonio asked, he spoke with the man a few weeks ago in a pub inland and heard that he was going off for an adventure, with no guarantee he would be seeing each other anytime soon.
"Hehe! Well just making a quick stop, I was meaning to run into you again!" He said with a devilish smirk that could put satan himself to shame.
"Really? wonderful! Maybe you could help me out with something!" Antonio said with a smile.
"Huh? You're in distress? Of course the awesome me will help you out!" He said spreading a bigger smile as he walked over to the railings of his boat and let his arms rest on top while he leaned over to look closely at the two pirates. His smirk never faded and his red eyes seemed to glint with a knowing look.
"Thanks! I really need your help! Lovino has gone missing!" Antonio said with pleading eyes and a clenched fist by his heart.
Arthur looked back towards Antonio's ship to see his men start taking goods from the ship and walking back to his own. He didn't mind that Gilbert was distracting Antonio but he felt that this was an especially odd occurrence. He also wondered why Alfred had suddenly gone so quiet, he couldn't see him from where he was but he looked over in his direction and squinted his eyes with a perplexed gaze.
"Oh you mean your little Italian? The one with the foul mouth?" Gilbert said changing his face to slight concern as he eyed the Spaniard.
"Yes! It seems he's been kidnapped! I've been destroying cities ever since!" Antonio said his eyes full of passion.
"That was you? Kesese~ Wow! Arthur! You must be pissed!" Gilbert said glancing over to Arthur who was brought out of his thoughts back to Gilbert, he glared at the albino man.
"Of course I am, idiot." He said softly then turned his head to the side.
"Always so fussy! Hey Antonio, when's the last time you saw the little guy?" Prussia asked looking down at the man, waiting to hear his response.
"Well when we finished our drinking celebration, I decided to stay docked for the night! You know it was a big day all my men needed to rest. I said goodnight to him like I always did and then the next morning he was gone!" Antonio said, the last few words, his voice wavered and he seemed near tears.
"Ohh~" Gilbert said making an 'o' shape with his lips. "...You've been looking ever since?"
"Ci!" Antonio said.
"Don't tell me..." Arthur said softly and let out a sigh.
Gilbert turned away and seemed to rustle around a bit, the two below could no longer see him but heard loud thuds and foot steps. They started to hear some muffled noise and were unsure what to really make of it but Arthur had a haunting suspicion.
Alfred who had simply kept his eyes on Gilbert was growing more concerned as time moved, for seem reason he felt he should watch the man as closely as possible, that he was not to be trusted. He watched him bring out a smaller man with dark brown hair with a strange curl sticking out of his head, he was tied and gagged but was able to walk. He was pulled by a tall man with wild blonde hair and blue eyes, he had a giant axe in one hand. The axe wielding man gave the boy over to Gilbert who then grabbed the smaller man by the back of the neck.
The smaller man tried to wiggle away and his eyes darted around, they met with Alfred's for a moment and then seemed to scowl at him as if blaming him for what he's going through. Alfred blinked in confusion and felt sorry for the man. He stayed silent and watched though and could only hear the audible gasp from what he assumed to be the Antonio figure below.
"Lovino!" Antonio said in shock and overjoyed enthusiasm.
"Here he is, got him all wrapped up for you!" Gilbert said with a chuckle.
"You! I'll kill you! What are you doing with Lovino? Why do you have him?" Antonio asked in outrage.
"Kesese~ Well, why don't you ask him yourself?" Gilbert said and untied the gag around the Italian man's mouth.
"STUPID! Idiot! Help me! Don't just stare like an idiot! Let me go! Damn it~!" The Italian man screamed full force, his eyes ablaze as he tried to fight his restraints.
"H-Hold on Lovino! I'm coming." Antonio said worriedly and rushed to boat, he used the rope that docked the ship and climbed up quickly, he jumped over the railing and was square with Gilbert who eyed him playfully.
"Really all this is so..." Arthur mumbled then looked to his crew that had for the most part taken all they could, relatively easily. He hailed his men to stop, not wanting to overweigh his ship and told them to go back on board his ship and they were leaving. Suddenly Arthur heard the sound of swords clashing, he looked to see Antonio's sword from earlier and came to the realization he must have been hiding a smaller, machete type sword the whole time. That irked the man a bit but he let it go and decided he would take the other sword with him, it had quite a few jewels encrusted on it.
"Hurry up!" Came Lovino's rather annoyed distressed voice, he was in the strong grip of the axe wielding blonde as he watched Gilbert and Antonio start their battle.
"Don't worry Lovino! Boss, will save you!" Antonio said with a chuckle but quickly had to dodge Gilbert's attack that sliced his upper arm. He growled and attacked back.
"How did you get Lovino? Why is he with you?" Antonio asked when they finally met in a stalemate, swords both above their heads and their faces considerably close to one another.
Gilbert tried to repress a chuckle and almost sprayed Antonio with some of his spit. Amused to say the least and he quirked his eyebrow devilishly.
"Well, I just kidnapped him easy! It was an awesome plan. One of my men stow away on your ship, all he did was wait till you fell asleep and grabbed the little sucker over there." Gilbert smirked and the two swung their swords to the side, each pushing against the other, their stalemate not wearing as the tension grew.
Alfred watched the two in wonder and was watching for their battle to continue. He gained from what her heard that it was the silver hair'd mans fault in the end. Yes, Antonio started all the fires but the fault lied in the albino man, what was his reason? Alfred pondered if Antonio killed someone important to the red eyed man, did he humiliate him so badly? What exactly were those cities destroyed for? What lives were taken and for what reason?
Alfred made up his mind that no matter how terrible the reason, it wouldn't make up for all the death and destruction, still what was it? Why did that cocky, smirking albino bastard do it?
The two on Gilbert's ship finished their stare down and continued to fight; Antonio was fierce and swift, Gilbert had a considerable amount of force but lacked a certain elegance. It was difficult for Antonio to deal with the forceful blows, his wrist already sore from his bout with Arthur earlier. Still he let his eyes glance quickly over to his treasure, his Lovino and saw the annoyed yet concerned expression on his face. Antonio charged with fire in his eyes and swiftly sliced Gilbert a diagonal line from his chest to his stomach, his coat and overly detailed shirt were sliced and blood shot out when the blade cleaved over his skin. His red eyes widened in shock but he licked his lips and showed his prominent canine teeth. It was painful, his awesome self would admit that but it wasn't fatal. He took a step back.
"Kesesese~! Finally getting serious?" Gilbert asked.
"Why? Why did you take Lovino! What did I do? What did he do?" Antonio yelled and kept his sword up in front to guard his chest. Arthur who was now on the deck of his boat with Toris looking over to the two other pirates. Alfred who had been watching the fight tried to listen closer, oblivious to his captain's return.
Gilbert cocked his head to the side looking contemplative trying to show he was thinking carefully about his choice of words.
"Well...I just felt like it." He said then let a sadistic smirk spread across his features. Everyone's eyes widened except Arthur, who from past experience with the other pirate, guessed as much.
"You..." Alfred muttered, unheard by Arthur, who after a few moments of pure dumbfounded silence felt an overpowering killing aura.
Lovino started cussing at the other pirate in rage. "Stupid ass pirate jerk! You damn potato eater, go die!" He screamed.
"Well I also wanted to see what you would do." Gilbert said to Antonio.
Alfred was shaking, his muscles tensing, a vein in his forehead throbbing, his eyes ice cold.
"You..." This time Alfred spoke more sternly, coldly. Arthur took notice and took a step towards him.
"You ass! Stupid Potato!-
"-You fucking bastard!" All eyes veared to the second voice who joined Lovino in cursing. Arthur and Toris watched in horror as Alfred broke the cuffs, the chain links flung out across the deck broken and he stood up clenching his fists for a moment staring at the men on the other ship. Arthur moved forward again and was about to order him to the hold but Alfred dashed to the side of the boat, he jumped off the railing, flying through the air to the offending ship. Gilbert and Antonio stared at the man who leaped viciously in the air; their eyes caught in his fierce blue eyes.
"Alfred!" Arthur yelled out in concern, forgetting that the others may hear him.
Alfred landed a foot in front of the two who jumped a part in surprise, Alfred threw his hands out and grabbed the two men by the head. The men froze in fear and couldn't tear their eyes away from Alfred's piercing blues. Alfred hesitated for a moment, both heads were palmed in his hands- time seemed to stop for everyone watching, then speed up when he finally slammed their skulls together. The two pirates finally lost their concentration on those bright blues, due to being overcome by complete darkness.
Antonio and Gilbert fell to the ground promptly, the blonde wielding axeman came at Alfred swinging. Arthur and Toris ran to the railings and gripped them fiercely in anticipation.
Alfred rushed into the other man so he was too close be hit by the long spear like axe, he then thrust his arm forward mercilessly and grabbed the man's throat. The man let out a gasp and felt the strong calloused hands clamp around his neck and force him back. The blonde tried to choke out a cry for help but all that came out were gargled noises, he dropped his axe and was forced back by Alfred who pushed him against the captain's cabin roughly. Alfred's eyes were full of hate and lacked any human understanding. His eyes showed just wild desire, Arthur looked as Alfred continued to strangle the man and realized that Alfred has gone and lost control.
"Al..." He choked out. "Alfred!" He yelled out more hysterically. Toris looked to his captain in shock and quickly stood up on the railings holding onto a rope that connected to the crows nest. He took out his pistol and pulled the trigger. Arthur swerved his head around sharply to gawk at Toris then whipped his neck back to look at Alfred who had let go of the man but had suddenly fallen to the ground.
"Toris! What did you!" Arthur yelled completely dumbfounded.
"H-He's okay, I didn't hit him!" Toris said sharply to his captain for the first time in years.
"Then..." Arthur said softly then looked to see Alfred stagger back up, he walked past the man who was now on his butt and went to Lovino, his eyes were soulless but he untied the smaller man. Lovino just stared, rather silent by the man's action, Alfred looked at him and pat him on the head softly before leaving the boat. Alfred made his way slowly up the ramp to Arthur's ship, Toris and Arthur stared at the man who held nothing but a dull gaze at the ground. He made his way up on deck and slowly lifted is head up to look at Arthur who had a face of baffled concern. Really, he had no idea Alfred was capable of such things and though he was a pirate and would kill anyone, Alfred didn't seem the type who had that ability. No, Alfred wanted to save everyone, he wanted to smile and be the hero of the story yet he came close to losing himself and his beliefs.
Any normal person would have thought that killing the pirates was a just act, that they deserved to be killed but despite all the rage and all the destruction the two caused, Alfred never once thought he wanted to kill any of them. He wanted to hurt them, that was for sure but he never once thought that he wanted to kill them. He wanted to get them, tie them up and put them in jail; even in his brief time in the navy he never agreed to the hanging of pirates.
He wanted to be the hero and he wanted to defeat them and make them turn good, Alfred knew that he was naive to think like that but he believed that people could be saved, that they could be changed. In the moment pure rage took over his morals and he lost control, the gun shot broke him out of his blinded hate but he realized he nearly killed a man he didn't know. The man was on the floor his neck already growing a dark purple where the hand gripped his neck.
In that moment of realization after the gun shot, Alfred fell to the ground in shock from what he did, from what he wanted to do. The two men may be unconscious but they aren't dead, the other man was just a bystander who received the blunt of Alfred's rage.
He looked at Arthur and his eyes watered as he fell to his knees.
"I'm sorry…I didn't….I didn't…" He closed his eyes tightly and shook his head trying to rid himself his thoughts.
"Idiot…" Arthur said softly and took a step forward outstretching his hand. "Come on, we're done here."
Alfred looked up into those pools of emerald green and slowly too the hand reaching for him, he took it and stood up. The two stared into each other's eyes for a moment and Alfred regained the usual spark and glimmer in his eyes. Alfred didn't let go of his grip on Arthur and his eyes soon showed his bright quirky personality again.
"Sorry cap'n I left the ship." Alfred said and a smile graced his lips, it still showed his saddened remorse but he was trying his best to smile cheerfully.
"Git, you broke my handcuffs too…" Arthur stated with a smirk.
"Sorry Cap'n." Alfred said softly still trying to smile.
"Toris, get the crew , we're off." Arthur said releasing Alfred from his grasp and turning to Toris who nodded and went down into the hold to get the men to work.
Matthew's Journal, Tuesday 12th.
We set out with a few fleets towards the burning cities, but when he docked we found that there were only a few deaths, mostly the elderly and the few unlucky children. The destruction was unfathomable, every home was destroyed, burned down to nothing, we decided that we needed to stay and help rebuild the houses. Their farms were destroyed so we used he ash to help supply nutrients. This is tough work but it's worth it to see the children smiling again. Francis and I are working together but he keeps making me dinner, despite me telling him I can cook fairly well myself he wont let me.
Maybe he's trying to spoil me sense Alfred left, maybe he's just trying to show off. His food is beyond amazing but I feel bad that he's working so hard for me, especially when he just healed from having a sword in his gut. For some reason, he likes to hold my hand and give me kisses on the cheek. I can't help but feel extremely warm, my face…I don't know. This is weird…I like him, really I do. We talk in French all the time, I enjoy talking to him and the language. I like the food and when he's actually serious he's very thoughtful and intelligent.
He's making me dinner tonight again, I don't know how to feel when I'm with him now. I'm confused I know I care about him, it's just difficult…he's a man and he's a huge flirt as well.
With Alfred's situation, I'm still going to chase after him, no matter what I'm going to get Alfred back. The navy will probably leave in a few days, and get back on the previous pirate's trail. I've been training more, my body and mind. I sword play with Francis as much as possible, that's why I've had a hard time writing. With helping rebuild the cities and the sword play lessons, it's been tough. Still I know it will be worth it if I can get my idiot brother back. Sometimes I miss him so much, the sun...Etu.
Francis's Journal, Tuesday 12th.
I'm a horrible coward, is how I will start my page. A horrible dishonest coward, but is it so wrong that I do it for the one I love more then anything in the world? Is it wrong that I want to protect the most precious object in my life. Matthew...sweet, smart, sensual Matthew. He knows what he wants in this world...he wants to get his brother back but by putting him in harms way. I cannot allow it. I did not allow it.
This is why I'm horrible. I told him I would help him get his brother back from Arthur, but here I am making sure he cannot reach said pirate. When we went out to see what the fires were about, I pleaded with the higher ups to make us port and stay in the city to help out. I didn't want to go after the pirate, for Arthur...the man has grown unstable. He's always been, but even more so. So I'm not sure if the boy is even alive...then to have Matthew be put in harms way would be too unbearable. I would protect him! Yes to the best of my ability, but I've encountered Arthur and his men, all frighteningly skillfull. I feel we would be slaughtered. I did agree to continue training him, I know he wouldn't have it any other way and it keeps his mind off things.
Now that I think about, from what I've known about Arthur, is that he's always been alone. At a time when we were doing some territory agreements, I was allowed on his ship for a chat. He told me all he has is the sea and his enemies. I told him that's not true but he scoffed at me, how rude! From what I've heard, he was abandoned as a child, taken in by merchants then left for dead on an island. I heard from their he became a pirate, that's where I met him. I've had some more experience and decided that I would...test him so to say. I gave his ass or arse as he likes to say a nice squeeze. I remember that clearly but what I remember even more so was his roughly pushing me away and punching me. It hurt so bad~! It showed he really wasn't use to human interaction. How sad. From then on I was the enemy aside from a few casual meetings.
Those were some interesting days, but I feel that even though I am concerned for my dear Matthew and the road he's taking. I wouldn't have it any other way, I just want to be beside him and be with him. More then anything.
-I tried to make it so this chapter updated on 11:11. A big step for Arthur and Alfred but I wanted Alfred to be a badass. Sorry, I designed Prussia to be just the biggest ass. The axe wielding man is Denmark, he's a lot more bad ass but was taken by surprise. He'll show up again. Anyway thank you so much for the reviews they mean a lot.
I will most likely turn this story into a "M" rating. I was on the fence about it but I think it will be crucial, I hope that's okay with everyone reading. I'm Sorry if it's not, sorry!