OOH! More! YAY! I had some free time, and needed a break. Anyway, enjoy. :)

I was wandering around the ship, looking for Berwald when I saw almost the whole crew gathered around the door to the galley. "What is going on?" I asked. They all shushed me. Then I heard Alfred's voice. "You stay away from my sister!"

"And why should I do that?" That was Arthur.

"I won't let you play with her like you do with every other girl you meet."

"Who says I want to play with her?"

"You're a pirate! Despite your gentlemanly pretense, you're just like every other pirate, flirtatious, and hungry for the taste of a woman."

"I am offended by your lack of belief in my honor."

Alfred scoffed. "Honor? You're a pirate."

"So are you."

"You may be my best friend, Arthur, hell, I'd trust you with my life, but I've seen how you look at Amy, and I am warning you. Stay away from her!"

"What if I told you that I had feelings for her?"

My breath caught in my throat. Had I heard that right?

"If you really had feelings for her, I guess I would leave it up to her. But that is only if you really have feelings for her. Which I doubt."

"I do have feelings for her."

"Yeah, right. You're just saying that."

There was a bang. "I love her, dammit! What will it take to convince you that she is different. I love Amelia Jones, can't you understand that?"

I lost the rest of the conversation. The world was spinning to fast and I couldn't breathe. "I love Amelia Jones." Did he really? "I love her, dammit!" He really did. He loved me. I stumbled away, gasping. This had to be a dream. There was no way that Arthur loved me. He was a pirate, I was a noblewoman. He was a gentleman, I was a sassy tomboy. It couldn't work. I loved him, but that didn't mean I was blind to reality. I didn't know where I was going, but I knew I needed to get away, I couldn't face Arthur like this. I just couldn't.

I found the door to my room and stumbled in, flopping onto the bed. The tears began. I sobbed, angry at myself, angry at Arthur, angry at Alfred. Really, I was just angry at the world. Alfred was being over-protective, Arthur was being confusing, and I was being stupid.

The door opened and I rolled over to see Francis walking in. I groaned. "What do you want?"

"Ma chérie, I heard what happened." He walked over and sat on the bed.

I rolled away from him. "Yeah, so did the entire crew. Why are you here?"

"Please look at me, I want to help."

I rolled back over and looked at him. "What can you do?"

"I am French, no? We French are very good with love."

I grimaced. "Sure."

"Whatever you may believe, it is the truth, and I can see it in your eyes."

"What?"

"You love Arthur, no? And now you have discovered that he loves you in return. The question now is where do you go from here."

I turned scarlet and tried to roll away again, but he grabbed my wrist. "Ma chérie, the answer is very simple. Act like yourself. He fell in love with you, so be yourself."

"How is that simple? Every time I see him, my heart rate accelerates, and my tongue ties itself in knots."

Francis laughed. "And how do you know his does not?"

I scowled. "He does not act like it."

Francis smiled. "Ah, ma chérie, if only you knew how much he cares for you. He watches you constantly, and when you are with him, he smiles and laughs so much more freely. You have changed him, ma chérie."

I blushed and looked away. "Why do you keep calling me that, anyway?"

"What?"

"Ma chérie. What does it mean?"

"My darling. It is a term of endearment."

I glared at him. "Stop it."

"Why? Cannot I express my feelings toward you?"

"I do not like you. And what makes you like me?"

Francis laughed. "It can be used in a familial sense. It is like saying 'sweetheart' or something like that."

"Oh. Okay."

Francis chuckled and stood up. "Good luck, ma chérie." He winked and I glared at his back as he left. Stupid Frenchie. He made it sound so easy. I sighed and rolled onto my back so I could stare at the ceiling. I had lost any appetite I might have had and stayed in the room all day, trying to come to terms with my feelings, and the knowledge that Arthur reciprocated them.

When Alfred came in that night, he saw me and frowned. "There you are, Amy. What's up?"

I shrugged, not looking at him. He sighed. "Hey, Amy, um, what do you think of Arthur?"

My face flared and I rolled over so he could not see my face. "Amy!" He grabbed me and tried to roll me over again. I curled into a ball, hiding in the sheets. He gave an exasperated sigh and climbed further onto the bed. He grabbed my sides and started tickling me. I squealed with laughter and uncurled. I grabbed a pillow and hit him in the face with it.

"Hey!"

I laughed and tackled him. We rolled off the bed and onto the floor. I started tickling him and he yelled in protest, laughing uncontrollably. He managed to flip me over and started tickling me as revenge. I squealed and thrashed, but my brother has always been stronger than me and I had no chance. Finally, when I was red-faced and gasping, he stopped but did not release me. "Hey, Alfred, can you get off me?"

"Nope! Not until you answer my question."

"What question?"

He grinned. "Don't give me that." He started tickling me again and I laughed, already breathless, and finally gave up. "Fine! Fine! I will tell you! Just stop! I cannot breathe!"

He laughed and rolled off me. He lay on the floor next to me and I looked up at the ceiling. "I like him. In fact, I think I love him. Why?"

"No reason, just curious." I turned to tickle the answer out of him, when I saw the door swing slightly, just enough to suggest that someone had been listening. I looked at Alfred in shock. He refused to meet my gaze. I scrambled to my feet and sprinted out the door, running up onto the deck. I saw Arthur standing at the railing and my heart almost stopped. It was a cloudless and in the moonlight, he looked surreal. He was beautiful. He turned and saw me and then quickly turned away, starting to walk away.

"Arthur! Wait, please."

He stopped and turned, facing me with a look of surprise. My heart began pounding as I realized his gorgeous green eyes were locked on my face. I walked towards him, trying to keep my breathing regular, since it was impossible to look away from him. I stopped in front of him and said, looking down at my feet, "Um, I know you heard what I told Alfred, but I think you should hear it directly." I looked up at him and said, "Arthur, I love you. I have for a while now. I –"

I did not get to finish my sentence. He grabbed me and pulled me into a kiss. My eyes widened in surprise as he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me even closer as he kissed me passionately. My heart was thudding in my ears and my whole body was hot. I could not think, all I could feel was him. He pulled away and frowned. "I am sorry, Amelia. You have no idea how long I have waited to do that."

I blushed. I looked away, but he was not going to let me escape so easily. He grabbed my chin and turned my face toward him. "I love you, Amelia. I have since I first met you. You are so perfect, I could barely help myself." My face turned an even darker red, but before I could pull away, his lips were on mine again, and this time, I returned the kiss.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, raising slightly onto my toes as he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me flush against him. I tangled my fingers in his hair and let myself fall even harder for this man. We pulled apart when we heard someone clear their throat. I turned around guiltily, trying to separate myself from Arthur, but his arms were tightly wrapped around my waist, so I only got as far as facing the other way, trapped in Arthur's embrace.

It was Alfred. He was glaring ever so slightly at Arthur. "I recognize you both like each other, but Arthur, you try anything and I will kill you. And, if you hurt her, I will make you beg for death."

I sighed. "Alfred, come on! Give him a break, please."

His eyes found me and sighed. "Amelia, I am just protecting you. Come on, why don't you get some sleep."

"I am not five anymore, Alfred."

"No, but you are still my little sis. Arthur?"

Arthur sighed, breath tickling my ear and the nape of my neck. I shivered. He released me and said, "Your brother has a point. Go to bed. We can talk more tomorrow."

I nodded and followed Alfred below deck. I climbed into bed and fell asleep with a smile on my face.

I hope you enjoy the UKUS. I do apologize, I have never been in a relationship, heck, I've never even been kissed before, so I have no real experience, so this is all coming from my head, and stuff I've read. Also, a note about Amelia's lapse in grammar half-way through. She was very confused and so her grammar stopped working. Also, no complaining about France. Personally I think that, although he is somewhat of a creep because of the fact that he is very free with his love, he isn't a perv, and so he would legitimately want to help Amelia and Arthur with their relationship. He can be sensitive.

Also, a note about the tickling between Alfred and Amelia. They are siblings, remember. Very close siblings. In my view, this makes this kind of scene not only acceptable, but very normal. Anyway, Please Review. And Enjoy the happiness while you can.

Arthur: What do you mean by that?

Me: Nothing.

Arthur: Liar.

Me: I should know, you're a character in the story.

Arthur: I only know as much as the readers.

Me: I promise you and Amelia live happily ever after.

Arthur: But...

Me: NOT TELLING! *runs away, Italian style*