It was midnight in England in the 1600's. The difference between the rich and poor was unimaginable and anyone on the streets weren't given a second thought. While the King ruled over the land, villages, and towns, others ruled the seas, oceans, and waters: Pirates.
Matthew looked around the small room. The stone and wood was old, but it was all they had. His sister sat across from him, dressed in boy's clothes. She took a knife and hacked at her long, blonde hair. It fell to the ground.
"Why do we want to do this, Amy?" he knew she was going to persuade him to leave anyways. Amy stared at Matthew.
"We have to do this. For momma," she whispered.
"But…" Matthew weakly protested.
"Francine will take care of her. Don't you trust our cousin?" Amy asked.
"Alright… It's probably for the best." He stood up and grabbed his coat and bag. "We should leave now." He took one last look at their frail sleeping mother. "Good bye." Amy followed her brother out the door.
Matthew and Amy managed to live on their own for a few months, earning money from odd jobs to send back to their family: Francine, their cousin, and their mother. Their father left them quite a while ago. When they were younger, they would receive letters from him, but then they suddenly stopped, as did their hope of him ever coming back. They continued by themselves, hoping to find an actual job that would feed them and provide the medicine for their sickly mother.
"Matthew!" Amy called to her brother. "I managed to get two pounds today!" Matthew walked out from under the street lamp.
"That's great," he congratulated. "If you keep shouting that you have money though, some beggar, robber, or pirate is going to take it. You know if anybody realized you were a girl, they would not give you anything." Amy pouted. She had to do men's work so much, she almost believed she was a boy.
"Of course I knew! Let's see it we can mail it with your money." Amy walked towards the inn. Amy and Matthew walked side by side, ignoring the smell of England's streets. The unknown sickness that had taken ahold of their mother was slinking around, bringing others with him to their death.
"Hey Matthew?" Amy looked at him.
"What is it?" Matthew answered. Amy fixed her cap to hide her short hair.
"How much more money do we need- AH!" Amy gasped and was pulled into the darkness of an alley. Matthew panicked.
"Amy? Amy!" he felt something heavy hit him from the back of his head and he fell to the stone street with a painful thud.
Yep beginning chap was short and not very 1600s. It's random. I don't even know how I'm going to do this story...
And NO fancy english speech. I can't do that...
I don't own Hetalia!
Amy and Matthew were names from the 1600's soooo...
