Well, this the third chapter. I would love some input, people. I have a lot of this written, so tell me if you want it all uploaded at once, then wait, or want one or two chapters a day. If I don't get any input, I will do what I want.

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I woke up to sunlight streaming in through my window. I opened my eyes and screamed. Next to me, in bed, was a brunette boy, probably not much older than I, who was only in his underclothes. He shifted and opened his eyes to smile at me. "Ciao, ragazza bella."

I screamed and kicked him off the bed. "What the hell do you think you are doing in my bed? And how did you get in? I locked the door!"

He tilted his head sideways, confused. I looked over to the door and saw that it was open. I grimaced. "ALFRED! GET YOUR FRIEND OUT OF HERE BEFORE I KILL HIM!"

Alfred came racing in, followed by an even taller, blonde man. "Feliciano! There you are." said the other man. "What are you doing in here, dummkopf?"

"Aaah! Ludwig! This pretty girl is scary!"

I glared at him. "I can get even scarier, unless you get the hell out of my bedroom, right now. All of you. And that means you too, Alfred. I will talk to you later."

Alfred gulped. "Come on, guys. She's not kidding."

"Like hell, I am not." I reached under my pillow and pulled out my pistol. "Get out, right now, or I shoot Feliciano."

The boy in question burst into tears and sprinted out of the room faster than I have ever seen someone move. I raised an eyebrow and turned to point at Ludwig, but both he and my brother were already gone. I smiled in satisfaction and climbed out of bed. I shut the door, locking it, and quickly got dressed.

I unlocked the door and walked downstairs, making my way to the kitchen. What met my eyes was not what I expected, and definitely not something that I would have preferred to see after just waking up to a man sleeping in my bed with me.

It was a bunch of guys, in various states of undress, laughing, and eating some pancakes that I assumed Alfred had made. I struggled to keep my anger under control. "Alfred?" I said coldly. My brother turned his head, saw me, and paled. "Hi, Amy," he said weakly.

I turned and left the kitchen. I heard some of the men wish my brother good luck as he followed me out of the kitchen and into the dining room. I smirked. I had him well-trained.

I stopped and turned to face him as he shuffled into the room. "What the hell, Alfred? I do not care if you are first mate of a pirate ship. It does not mean you can bring your friends and have a party where everyone strips! I do no care if they were injured. They should still be dressed! The rules for your pirate friends are the same as the rules for your navy friends. No drunk parties. No late night parties. And no men sleeping in my room!"

Alfred gulped. "Sorry?"

I growled at him. "If you were not my brother, I would have already called the militia and reported you, but since you are lucky enough to be related to me, I will let you live, so long as you leave tonight. Is that clear?"

Alfred nodded, swallowing hard. "Now go tell your buddies to get dressed and get the hell out of my kitchen."

Alfred slunk back into the kitchen and I sighed, rubbing my head. It was too early in the morning for this. I heard a movement behind me and spun around. It was Kirkland. He raised his hands in surrender.

I grimaced. "What do you want?"

"I want to apologize. I appreciate your generosity, we all do, and I apologize for inconveniencing you."

I scowled. "You are a sweet talker, Kirkland. Next time, just control your men, and there will be no need for apologies."

"You speak quite well. I am surprised, seeing as you are Jones' sister."

"Yeah, yeah. He never much cared for school, but I enjoyed it immensely. He did well enough to get into the navy, and then joined as soon as he was eligible. I had nothing better to do. I also forced him to train me in marksmanship and swordplay."

Kirkland raised an eyebrow. "Really? I am impressed, Miss Amelia. You seem to be a woman of many talents."

"Your flattery will get you nowhere, Mr. Kirkland."

He chuckled, taking a few steps towards me. "It's not flattery, my dear, if it's true." He winked and walked past me, into the kitchen.

My face flared and I scowled. Damn him and his whole crew to hell. If Alfred was not a member, and a wanted man, I would report them right now and probably charge them with attempted rape and coerced co-habitation. Unfortunately, or fortunately for them, Alfred was still my brother, and I loved him dearly, even if he could be absolutely intolerable.

I sighed and returned to the kitchen, to find it much neater, and all the men dressed. I sighed slightly in relief and walked past them, ignoring their gazes. I filled a teapot and started water boiling. "Tea, anyone?"

"I would like some, if you will give it to me," said Kirkland.

"As would I," said another man.

I nodded and dropped in a tea bag. While that simmered, I began collecting ingredients for scones.

Alfred pretended that he hated the pastries, but in reality he loved them, at least when I made them. He always begged me to make them for him, whenever he visited, before he became a pirate. Our mother had been from Great Britain, and loved the pastries. She taught me how to make them, and when she died, I continued making them for Alfred, Matthew, our brother, and our father. When our father committed suicide, due to being unable to stand our mother's absence, Matthew left to make his fortune in the West, and Alfred joined the Royal Navy. We lived in the colonies, and though unusual, I made my way as a young, single, independent woman. Though, I did depend somewhat on the money both Matthew and Alfred sent home, as no one would hire a woman, and I did not fancy the idea of cross-dressing.

When Alfred became a pirate, his visits became increasingly infrequent, until they stopped altogether. That was when I started wandering the docks at night, hoping to meet him. And I did, about once a year. This was the first time he had been home, actually home, in over seven years. Every time he visited, though, he gave me more than enough money to last the year. Being a pirate was far more profitable than being in the navy, even as an officer, but it was far more dangerous, and far less reputable.

I sighed, remembering the fun we used to have as children, remembering our parents, and realizing how much I missed my older brother.

"Ya'll right, sis?"

I nodded, and continued making the scones. Alfred grinned. "Are you making what I think you're making?"

I smiled. "Your favorite."

He whooped, earning some laughs from the assembled crew.

"What she making, Alfred?"

"Scones!"

The whole group fell quite silent. Alfred laughed. "Don't worry guys. They're nothing like Artie's scones. They actually taste good."

"Bloody hell! My scones taste good! You have no taste!"

The whole crew laughed as Kirkland fumed. Even I hid a small smile. I continued making the scones, preferring to remain the domestic lady, than becoming a part of the pirates' conversation. I was sure they knew of the event of this morning, but I chose to pretend it never happened

Just as I placed the scones onto a baking sheet, the kettle whistled. I went over to pull it off, but Kirkland beat me there. "Allow me, love."

I scowled at him, trying to hide my blush. "Suit yourself." I got out cups and returned to my scones.

"Sugar?"

"One, please," I said shortly, not looking at him.

The other man responded with something then Kirkland asked, "Cream?"

"No, thank you."

I checked the bricks – Alfred had at least been kind enough to start the fire – and then scooped the ashes out. I placed the scones into the oven and turned to see Kirkland holding a cup of tea out to me. "Here you are, my dear."

I took the cup out of his and walked as quickly as I could, without seeming rude, to Alfred's side. He looked up and grinned. "Hey, Amy. How long are the scones gonna take?"

I rolled my eyes. "Alfred, you know how long they take. Be patient. You will get them before you leave. And worry not, I made plenty so you can have your usual helping, and everyone can still try one."

He grinned. "That's my little sis!" He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me close, squeezing tightly.

"Alfred, are you going to introduce me to the rest of your friends? You always did with your navy buddies."

The room fell silent at my comment. "Oh come on! You are not sore about me mentioning the navy, are you? I am sure many of you were part of one navy or another before you joined Kirkland. It is hardly likely he would hire you unless you were a decent sailor at the very least."

"We just don't talk about it."

"The Captain doesn't like it."

I rolled my eyes. "The Captain doesn't like it." I shook my head. "You guys are all wimps." I sipped my tea and frowned. I had put too much water in it again, so I was basically drinking sugar water again. I sighed. I could make a killer scone, but when it came to tea, I could not make a proper cup to save my life. I glanced at Kirkland and the other man and saw them drinking it quietly, though I noted some reluctance from both of them.

I sighed and turned back to Alfred. "So, are you going to introduce me? Or do I have to do it myself."

His eyes widened. "Alright! I get it!"

He stood up and said, "Hey, everybody! This is my awesome little sis, Amelia! Be nice to her, or I'll hurt you. Though she'll hurt you first."

I smiled sweetly and the men looked a little worried. I sighed. "Alfred, did you have to tell them that? Now they are more than just a little scared of me. I am sure they can be respectful to women, there is no need to intimidate them. The two episodes this morning occurred because it was too early in the morning for me to be completely rational."

Alfred laughed and shrugged. I rolled my eyes. "Since my brother is not going to introduce me properly, I am going to introduce myself. My name is Amelia Jones, I am Alfred's younger sister, and I am well-equipped to take care of myself. However, I look forward to getting to know all of you, as Alfred's friends. Also, so long as you behave, you are always welcome in my house."

I could see the men relax, and smiled, feeling a little better about the situation. I glanced over at Kirkland and realized that his eyes were fixed quite firmly on my face. I looked away and decided to ignore him for the rest of the day.

I met the crew, and decided that, although a little strange, they were a delightful bunch. I could see why Alfred joined them.

There was Feliciano and Lovino, who were both cooks, Yao, the doctor, and Sadik, the helmsman, then there was Francis, Ivan, Ludwig, Kiku, Antonio, Gilbert, Berwald, Tino, Emil, Matthias, and Lukas. Ludwig and Feliciano seemed to have a thing, as did Antonio and Lovino, and Berwald and Tino. I thought it was a bit odd, but they were pirates, and foreign, so the rules were probably different. My only complaints were that Feliciano was a bit of an air-headed flirt, Lovino was a bastard, Gilbert was a flirt, and Francis was a bit of a creep. He kissed the inside of my wrist when he introduced himself, then did not release it until I pulled my hand out of his grasp. He was even worse than Kirkland.

I learned that Feliciano tended to gravitate towards anyone with a bed, so waking up in bed was not so much a conscious action, as just a habit. I forgave him after that, and promised not to hurt him if it happened again.

When the scones came out, Alfred quickly claimed half of them, and then everyone else tried them, if a little hesitantly. That changed when they discovered how good they actually were. Even Kirkland complimented the recipe.

Night came again and I was all too happy to say goodbye to Kirkland and his crew. I was, however, sad to say goodbye to Alfred. I hugged him tightly, trying not to cry. "Promise me you will come back, soon, and safe."

He smiled and kissed my forehead. "I promise, Amy. I'll always come back."

I sighed and let him go. I watched them disappear towards the docks, then shut the door. I turned around and screamed as a dark shape filled my vision. I felt a harsh pain as something made contact with the side of my head, and then I passed out.

Dummkopf means stupid or idiot in German (I'm pretty sure)

Ciao, ragazza bella is hello, pretty girl in Italian (I'm pretty sure)

Scones are actually really good (and I'm not British either)

Little note: This takes place around the early 1800's, late 1700's. In the colonies, they cooked with brick ovens. Look it up. Okay, I'm not gonna put oven, because they really didn't have an oven. They had brick ovens stuck in the side of their houses and they would light a fire in it, then, when it was hot enough, they pulled out the embers and cooked their stuff until it got cold. Okay, it's a historical reality. Also, the tea would be cooking over the fire in the fireplace, most likely next to the brick oven.

And, Amelia being good at cooking scones came from this lovely lady: PoisonousTiger and her fic Sunshine and Rain. Read it. s/6327873/1/Sunshine-and-Rain

Also, not being able to make tea, I think came from myself. Or maybe not. I love Fem!America, and I love, love, love UKUS. XD

Anyway, PLEASE REVIEW! They make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside and make me more likely to continue.