Just did this on a whim, that and I love pirates! Made a usuk pirate amv using doujinshi, short but sweet. Check it out on my channel NiwaEngland *yes I'm shamelessly promoting myself*
Inspired by the film, mermaids genius no?
Review and a mermaid kisses a sailor somewhere!
Oh and the melody in this is the lockets melody. The one belonging to Davy Jones & Tia Dalma/Calypso.
Disclaimer: Don't own Hetalia or Pirates Of The Caribbean, as if I could.
You know that feeling you get when you're standing in a high place
sudden urge to jump?
I don't have it.
Jack Sparrow - Pirates of the Caribbean: On Stranger Tides
"For the millionth time, focus on the sodding task at hand!"
The crew fidgeted nervously as their captain screamed at them once more. He wasn't known as England's finest pirate for nothing. No, the twenty three year old was indeed clever, witty and bold. Even if he was blonde, petite and best described by many as "cute." The young Captain of the famed Narcissus Rose was not a person to cross on any occasion. Especially if one valued their safety and above all sanity.
"B-But Captain...this whole place is cursed, especially the waters..."
Rolling his emerald green eyes Arthur Kirkland massaged his temples through his messy sandy locks. Trying to will away the grating headache that had now developed. The dumb faces of his crew doing nothing to help him at all.
"We got to shore did we not? Hardest parts over!" Striding up to the lead of the group the young Captain scowled. "You people aren't happy without a good curse."
His ebony hat began to flutter violently as another shore bound gush of wind ripped past. The air becoming thick and humid. Pulling his long finely tailored coat around him Arthur huffed. The ride over had been rough, the crew beaten with both angry ocean spray and unforgiving whipping coastal winds. Each crew member resembled their Captain, tired, bedraggled and thoroughly unamused.
Continuing along the shore in silence Captain Kirkland picked up his pace, the rest followed him, tripping now and then upon the uneven sands. The heavy supplies they carried doing little to ease their strained bodies and troubled minds.
"There's nothing much to it, I was often cursed as a child."
Struggling to keep his footing the youngest Italian on the crew gasped, his superstitious mind instantly getting the better of him. "By w-witches? Or maybe demons..."
Stopping curtly Arthur looked around, his focused eyes blazing with interest. Mapping out his surroundings mentally. Turning sharply he flashed a coy smile, "no, no, by my brothers." With that stated he marched on, leaving the nearest of his crew to conjure up bizarre images of his clearly disturbed childhood.
Nudging his younger brother Lovino whispered, "That proves it! he is insane."
"That's nonsense!" slamming a particularly heavy box down next to them the only female crew member stretched out. The looseness of her garments hiding her womanly figure easily. "Non of us follow the captain for sane reasons."
By rights all of the crew were rather a mismatched bunch. Even for pirates and unbecoming scoundrels. Just about every member was of a different nationality and homeland. United by the simple fact that there was nothing else in the world for them.
"Too live and to be alive, they are two very different things." The blond Brit had uttered those words to every member before they joined. Offering them a chance to escape whatever personal hell each individual faced in their miserable lives.
None of the pirates would ever openly admit it but Arthur was a great captain. He cared nothing about anyone's social status, gender or background. He treated all equally and gave everyone a fair chance. Even if he was a pirate Captain, he had endearing shivery. So much so it often became a fault of his.
"Aye but tell me why we have to go after this treasure, in this place. It's practically suicide, just cause he's nigh unkillable doesn't mean the rest of us are!"
As the group began to bicker loudly the heavy sky above them growled, waiting no longer. The heavens opened up.
Digging his dark boots into the soft if not slightly dull sand Arthur groaned. Rolling his eyes in exasperation up at the un helpful weather he signalled, "We make camp in amongst the trees. The light will fade soon, no one is to come back this way." A dark and obvious smirk captured the blonds features as he let his bangs sway sideways. "Unless of course you want to be eaten alive by pretty folk."
...
It was well past the midnight hour, the crew lay scattered about the ground asleep. The dense vegetation shielding all from the elements. Bottles of rum and in some cases fine wine clutched tightly between their filthy fingers. Most positioned ridiculously, with comical if not outright stupid expressions upon their slumbering faces. Rum, it did wonders for the nerves.
It was at that moment, in the dark silence of his tent Arthur heard a melody arise. It drifted, ever so softly across the nights air. It was inhuman, the most beautiful of sounds to grace his ears in ages.
Of course anything sounded good next to his crews frequent intoxicated sing songs. But the melody present was indeed very pleasing to the ear, forcing up emotions that the blond had deemed ridiculous long ago.
As it continued Arthur had one thought arise in particular. To sum the melody up in but a word he frowned to himself. The word slipping past his lips barely a moment later, "lonely."
Scoffing immediately at the notion the young Captain rolled over, pulling his bedsheets close. Inwardly cursing himself for not being asleep already or at least drunk. To most mortal men it would seem haunting, it's tune calling and captivating to any soul who came across it. Now to Arthur it was flat out irritating.
"Sod this!"
Rising from his covers the Englishman grabbed his blood red coat, his finely polished black boots and his infamous hat, triangular in shape, with an extra curve of dashing. A dark, somewhat tired expression adoring his undeniably soft features as he rummaged about. Fumbling ungracefully he tried to light the numerous candles that were littered through out his tent. Even as they began to faintly glow and flicker weakly they did like challenge the darkness.
Finally finding his right sleeve he pulled his coat roughly on. Yanking open part of his tent the blond Captain let in what little light the skies had to offer. A cool pool of faded moonlight made everything glow softly. Tugging at his boots sharply before placing his hat heavily upon his messy blond locks. Ignoring his rather scruffy, ghostly completion from the far side mirror he made his way to shore.
His suspicions confirmed, as the melody played louder, it's source growing closer. Coming to a stop near an old battered dock the blond smirked to himself in the moonlight. Knowing he looked more than a little demonic at that moment.
Evidence of vicious struggles of the past littered all over the sandy shores. The shore was poorly labelled, in reality it was a graveyard, of the grimist kind. Countless remnants of ships dating back decades, looking at the uneven wrecks Arthur figured the crew met a more gruesome fate than the swallowing waters and jagged rocks on display.
Assuming he needed to make himself known the blonde huffed loudly, "I'm here."
The melody abruptly stopped, an acknowledgement of his presence. Waiting impatiently Arthur glanced down at the rickety, rotting docking port before him, the waters underneath it dark and swirling.
Deceivingly calm.
"Well I'm certainly not going to stand on that broken thing. Exactly how stupid do you think I am git?"
Met with nothing but the cold wind and the soft lapping of the oceans waves Arthur sighed loudly. Either the owner of the melody developed sudden shyness or was still scheming something up. Figuring it was the latter he glared at nothing, very much hoping it reached whoever was pissing him off.
Opting to stroll along the shore he kept his green eyes focused. Careful to never get too close to the rocks that broke the waves. He was all too aware of the horror stories whispered amongst sailors. But exactly how much of them were true was a mystery, facts and legends tended to mix into one over time. And many of the story tellers were incredibly drunk whilst re-sighting their so called experiences.
Not wishing to stray to far he turned back on himself. Finally coming to a stop he huffed. Standing alone in the sand ledge above the rocks he placed his hands upon his hips. His posture sand experience radiating his darkening mood. "Right, this is getting bloody ridiculous. I know you're watching me. Come on out or piss off, tis all the same to me. I disdain time wasters."
Listening intently for a few moments the blond inwardly wondered if perhaps the threat had passed and now he was indeed talking to himself in some sad manner. It wouldn't have been the first time, only difference was his current soberness.
"Perhaps it's all a dream." A smooth, accented voice offered, laced with a hint of dark amusement.
Turning sharply Arthur immediately settled his hand upon the hilt of his sword, ready to draw it if need be. No matter where he looked everything remained seemingly the same, undisturbed. Like that voice came out of no where at all.
"That, unfortunately is rather unlikely, as I haven't had nearly as much rum as would be required to dream something this fucked up."
A cold chuckle alerted the blond Captain, searching wildly he hissed. Hearing a splash Arthur stared to the waves on his right.
"Wrong direction pirate."
Turning back towards the old dock deep green eyes widened slightly. There leaning up upon the broken wood was a handsome young man, no older than himself. Looking far too stunning to be anything considered at all human.
The youth was smiling, ever so brazenly at him. A particular air of casualness about him.
"You answered the lockets call."
Scoffing the refined blond glared accusingly, "only because it was highly bloody irritating at such a late hour!"
Humming deeply the darker blonde smirked, knowing something the other did not. "Not every soul can hear it." Settling himself lower the blue eyed blond continued, "it's haunted."
"Which of course is much more obscene than this situation right here," Arthur breathed wittily.
Patting the brittled and battered wood the merperson coaxed, "come a little closer. I won't bite."
Scoffing at the blatant lie Arthur took bold yet deliberate steps forward. Approaching the dock carefully he ran his boot across the edge to the sand and dock, meeting eyes of deep morning blue. "I'm fine right here."
Pouting the merman let his damp locks fall to one side. Beads of water slipping slowly down his inhuman skin. The blond hair he possessed much darker, not only by the water but shade and style.
"You don't trust me." He stated obviously, cold eyes glinting in the pale light. Giving hint to his darker nature if one looked closer, past what enhanced so many.
Arthur stared down with contained frustration, inwardly willing himself not to revert to his usual swearing skills. "Decidedly not. I'm no simpleton."
Smirking the damp blond hummed, breaking the gaze. "That's a shame, I'm quite taken by you."
Letting a laugh pass his soft lips Arthur leaned down a little. His stance somewhat berating to the merperson. "Trick is, me not to be quite literally taken by you. Thus the very much important distance between us." Gesturing between the dock himself and the non human the Captain offered a sharp, mocking smile.
Letting his smooth hands room across the splintered wood and dark crust coral the mer blonde looked up. His shimmering bangs still dripping with the ocean. "And why don't thy trust me?"
"Numerous reasons but I'd have to say it's mostly because you eat people mate. A rather nasty business if I do say so myself."
Scoffing in a similar manner to the other the merman pouted, flicking a stray cockle across the dock. Close to shiny black boots. "Tell me, pirate-"
"Captain."
"Captain pirate, do you have a name?"
Never one to break tradition Arthur removed his hat and swooped elegantly down into a bow. Dazzle blue eyes widened with interest at the actions. Completely patient and silent as the other lighter blonde continued.
"Arthur Kirkland, Captain of The Narcissus Rose."
"Well...that's a weird name."
Pulling up from the bow Arthur frowned, "Mine our my ships?"
"Both"
Laughing the dark blonde pulled back sinking into the dark waters. Disappearing into the darkness like he never existed. Edging mutely closer Arthur frowned at his reflection, his emerald eyes seemed to glow somewhat upon the dark lapping waters.
Rising delicately from the darkness nearer the young pirate the merman laughed again as the other fell backwards. Due to the fact they were now only inches apart.
Soaring out the water completely the dark blond swished in the air, his toned upper body the purest of white. Leading down to a long, shimmering tale, reflecting dark colours of blue, green and ultimate purity.
Diving back into the water he rose up again, settling himself on the many rocks firmly. Their sharp edges doing nothing to his glowing skin.
"Names Alfred, Alfred F Jones."
Gaping slightly Arthur kicked himself away. Only to have his foot caught instantly. As forest green eyes met that of ice a dark, a somewhat unnerving smile took over the merman's features. His purity quickly changing to that of a tainted soul.
His victory was short lived as the Captain pulled a blade, its edge resting upon his throat seconds later.
"Release me now or lose your head."
"So you have the sense to protect yourself, even though you hesitated."
Arthur chocked on air in shock and anger. A feral merman he could handle, a critical one was asking for a whack.
Titling the blade carefully Arthur argued, "only because I happen to have manners. I see things for what they really are, you are no exception. A monster, that preys upon the innocent as much as the guilty. Without any discretion, honour or humanity."
"Hahaha that's true! But we get more excitable when our prey is in the water."
"We?" Arthur questioned, feeling foolish for focusing solely on Alfred.
"Yes we, there are more, much more just like me." Alfred snickered, following the path of the Captains eyes straight to the surrounding dark waters.
"Their not here now." Smoothly he pushed his fingers up Arthur's leg, passing the leather boot to dark tight trousers. Enjoying the feeling of the hidden warmth the pirate offered unwillingly.
"Relax Kirkland."
Wriggling Arthur growled, "slimy hands off Jones! Or don't you bloody care about my blade on your neck?"
Waving the threat off Alfred run his free hand along the edge of the shimmering blade. "Now now, it's best to keep me pleased. It's in your best interest, as is not striking and you know it."
Suppressing a shudder at the warning Arthur cast his gaze elsewhere, irritated. It was true. Even if he were to strike the merperson could still have time to do a fair amount of damage. And if Arthur knew, if he ended up in the water it would be all over.
Gauging his limited options the captain reaffirmed his conviction, restraint was needed. No matter how much he wanted to hack the gits head off and be done with it.
"As charming as you are I have better things to do. I shall kindly request that you and your people leave my crew and me alone."
Letting go of the now damp, sandy, clearly unamused Captain Alfred ran his fingers through his hair. Thinking for a moment before letting a wide smile grab his lips.
"I will, if you give me a kiss."
Spluttering slightly the Briton turned red, "What kind of bloody agreement is that? I refuse!"
Smirking almost insanely the merman reached out, "tis very simple, all you have to do is lean forward and close your eyes."
"To which you will proceed to grab me and pull me under the water. Not even allowing me the good graces to drown as you eat me alive." Arthur stated dryly, fixing the other with a dumb look.
Shrugging Alfred damped his lips. "Sure but I'd kiss you first."
Leaning back heavily in the sand Arthur laughed tiredly, instantly thinking about how many fools had made that deal before. In the Britain's mind there was no doubt about it, Alfred had quite obviously lured many to there untimely, gruesome deaths in such an obvious manner.
Any inner stirrings of want were easily replaced by Arthur's pride and stubbornness. His good sense followed soon after.
"Tis that what a kiss from you is worth? Doesn't seem too fair sided, I'll decline."
Getting up the Brit dusted off the sand and grit from his body, from the corner from his eye he noted unblinking orbs watching his every move. The moonlight streams bouncing off the water reflecting so wanting in the others eyes.
"Meet me again, same time tomorrow night."
Turning in dis belief the blonde Captain scoffed "I see no profit in that for me."
"Is that all you care about?"
Looking rather placid Arthur offered one word, "Pirate."
"Right!" Alfred clicked his tongue, sinking further into the water. Not even trying to hide the grin upon his heavenly features.
"You'll just have to watch the outer ocean for some other poor unsuspecting bastard. In fact if you come across French or Spanish ships you have my blessing, their all top wankers anyway."
Ignoring the mini rant, Alfred clapped his hands together in thought. "I know, you should totally bring that nervous Italian dude with you! Ludwig likes him, he denies it of course but we all know he dose!"
Momentarily the Brit found himself picturing the two brothers, wondering which Italian the face eater was referring two.
"You seriously think I'm coming back and with a crew mate in tow as an extra snack? Admit it you just want to eat us all, till were noting but bloody bones!"
Smiling silently the dark bode let his eyes move wantingly over the the young easily agitated pirate captain. Thriving completely upon Arthur's new found discomfort.
"That and more...pleasurable things."
Catching onto the implication Arthur turned stiffly around. Mentally berating himself for turning a deep shade of scarlet. Pulling his coat around himself in an unsuccessful manner as it fluttered freely in the endless wind.
Part of his mind was debating exactly how that would even be possible the other was much more disturbed and horrified at it altogether. He'd heard that part before but thought it nothing more than sailors dirty fantasies. To find it true was not at all pleasing the the blond Captain.
Scowling deliberately at the other he quickly turned away, striding purposely back the way he came.
"Search all you want but you won't find the treasure." Stopping Arthur mentally berated himself once more as he turned around taking the bait.
"And that Captain Kirkland is exactly why you will come back to me."
Deciding that any words he could use would be very un gentlemen like Arthur remained silent. His emerald eyes speaking volumes his lips did not.
Still not feeling satisfied. He opted to act the part of a pirate. Raising his hand and using a certain finger gesture that meant obvious disrespect. Not really caring if the mer-idiot understood the notion or not he set off.
Marching off across the vast sands the emerald eyed Captain frowned deeply, his mood decisively poorer than before as he continued onward.
As soon as he stepped into the shaded forest his fist hit the nearest unsuspecting tree. Not being able to shake off the experience Arthur let his head fall upon the cool bark. Willing away the unwanted image and words that lingered with him still.
"Fucking merpeople."