If I don't post this now God knows when, I'm already late but yeah. Oh and please check out my new amv +England+ I Don't Wanna Speak French! on YouTube. I worked relatively hard on it and lets face it who doesn't want a cheap laugh at that pairing XD
Please overlook any mistakes, haven't had a chance to check over it as much as I'd of liked. Anyway grab some rum and lets get busy!
Disclaimer: Don't own Hetalia or anything of the sort. Tis tragic!
"Did everybody see that? Because I will NOT be doing that again"
-Captain Jack Sparrow, Pirates of the Caribbean
The brisk thin skied morning was announced by a brigade of lively gulls, tumbling and soaring on the tips of the wings. Which Captain Kirkland was currently trying to shoot off.
"Fucking sea rats!"
Letting off another round Arthur sunk swiftly back into his chair. Deciding suddenly that clambering about on his desk in plain view was rather bad etiquette.
Letting off a defeated sigh he let his head hit the cool scented wood of the desk he was currently seated at. The loud crack alerting those who were not already watching with expressions of amusement and confusion.
"Good morning!"
"What's good about it?," Arthur groaned, looking up narrowly, daring an answer.
"The sun, the sea and the promise of pasta tonight!" Grinning almost ridiculously Feliciano beamed excitedly.
"Thrilling," Arthur commented dryly, looking back to the map beneath him.
As with every day Feliciano was in high spirits. More than happy to endlessly talk to anyone on the crew, including Arthur. It was the only time people considered him brave.
"Ve~ we should all go swimming!"
"In mer people infested waters...with not only the risk of being eaten but spotted and blown up by enemy cannons." Rolling his eyes in a blunt and sarcastic manner Arthur frowned, not bothering to look up, "I think not."
Hearing a small whimper of disappointment Arthur sighed. Able to push aside any guilt due to the last time the Italian had announced that. It wasn't that his crew were necessarily un attractive but Arthur never wanted to see them strip of to their undergarments ever again. Not only was the experience harrowing but it was completely mortifying in all respects.
"Could you please stop moving, it's distracting!"
Having a seemingly one sided debate with himself Feliciano clapped, ignoring the request by spinning and bouncing on the souls of his boots. As the Italian took a deep breath Arthur tensed, knowing instantly what was to follow. Which given his piss poor mood would be the end of the brunettes short, rather moronic life.
"Do not sing." Giving the other a direct stare Arthur continued, "if I have to here that pasta fun song right now I will shoot you. And I'm sure you'd not be to chuffed about that, so go somewhere that is far from me."
Backing up quickly Feliciano gave the blonde a nervous salute. Catching sight of one of the many colourful creatures that surrounded the woodland he squeaked excitedly. Forgetting his rejection he pranced after the butterfly, humming some off key tune.
"Thank God, the flying rats are bad enough without him bloody well starting up."
Leaning back for the chairs support Arthur never wavered, silently acknowledging Kiku's presence. The man was not first mate for nothing.
"Is something the matter? You seem to be...less tolerant these days."
Arthur took a brief moment to gather his ranting thoughts about his many, many problems.
1. The sodding mer idiot playing the infernal melody all night long. Probably pissed at being ignored countless times.
2. Sightings of French and Spanish ships off the coast of White Cap.
3. They sadly weren't eaten by merpeople.
4. At least one ship would contain Francis Bonnefoy. Possibly Arthur's least favourite person in the world, the Devil and God included.
5. He wasn't sleeping through any of it.
"I'm fine, just make sure everyone says out of sight. Maybe with lady lucks grace we may find the treasure yet and be gone by the time those bastards stink up the island."
Glancing down tiredly at the blood stained map under his fingers Arthur sighed, the parchment crumpling slightly as he resettled himself. Shutting his eyes against the light, he folded his arms over the back of his head. "Not that lady luck has ever been kind to me of course."
...
That night Alfred made his way up towards the surface. Following the shimmers of the moon above to amuse himself more. Breaking the surface silently he glanced about, admiring the little lights in the sky above.
Sniffing the air he carefully made his way to the shoreline, the increased human activity causing cation to be a priority. Propping himself up against the same battered, creaky dock Alfred flicked open the locket, sitting it upon the wood as it's melody began to chime.
Folding his arms upon the dock Alfred swished his tail too and fro. Recalling events from earlier.
"We've located their ship, it's in a cave to the north of the island."
"That's great," Alfred smiled enthusiastically as the decisively more neat mermaid frowned. Ludwig was never one for smiles or pleasantries.
"I take it your current want did not meet with you again?"
Nodding Alfred sighed, "can you believe it? Seriously what human could resist me?" Meeting eyes of wickedly pale blue he scoffed, "who dose that pirate think he is anyway?"
Shrugging with minimum effort Ludwig offered the darker blonde a basic concept. "It doesn't work on every human. Don't concern yourself with something so trivial."
"Hmm yeah, I guess your right. He will come though. I'm sure of it and when he dose I'm gonna make sure he suffers, very slowly for denying me." Smiling darkly Alfred's eyes sparkled in a predatory way. Images of killing the Briton pleasing him to no end.
Not all all interested in Alfred's ensuing killing spree Ludwig swam away only pausing for a moment with a last moment thought. "Ivan's been spotted nearby, keep a sharp eye out."
The words alone were enough to put a sour taste in Alfred's mouth. No one liked Ivan. More monster than merman. Utterly wasteful and violent. Even towards his own kind. A typical kind of villain with a typical "I want to take over everything" complex.
Looking outwards into the darkness of the deep waters Alfred mused, "a hero's work is never done."
...
It was midnight. He was pissed, quite literally so.
This was the night to confront the face eater. In preparation for it Arthur had began drinking early, rum numbed many things. Pain, sense and above all pride.
Standing gracelessly he briefly patted himself for his weapons, checking that in fact they were there before setting off to pick a fight. His bad habit was often to throw things, at irritating people. Which in all fairness was absolutely everyone in general never mind when intoxicated.
Stalking towards the shore Captain Kirkland kept himself reasonably steady. Finding it just a little disheartening that he probably was taking longer by zig zagging. Coming to a stop on the shore he scowled outwards. The melody still playing, only irritating him more. "Git come out! We have business!" Upon a moments thought he added, "and turn that fucking thing off!"
He waited, nothing but the whispering wind and crashing waves answered him.
Swaying as if upon the waves the young Captain sat heavily on the sand. The notion itself proving rather straining, groaning aloud he fell backwards, grateful for the sands mercy upon his head.
"Bloody hell. The skies a-spinnin'."
"Are you drunk?"
Trying and failing to sit up the Arthur slapped the air half heartedly. Grunting as his eyes rolled. "Obliviously!"
"Are here I thought you were all dignified and stuff." Alfred stated smoothly, smiling as the other blond remained still. Pirates never could see merpeople, not until it was too late.
However Alfred felt his stealthiness was indeed lost upon the blond, who now appeared to be asleep. Wondering if it was perhaps the lockets fault he snapped it shut, silencing it instantly.
Still nothing.
Reaching for the other blond Alfred huffed as his fingers grasped nothing but air. The dock proving just a little too long for him to stretch across.
Then inspiration struck.
Feeling an unwanted motion of movement Arthur forced his eyes opened, "ugh, why are the s-tars movin?"
"Their not, I'm dragging you closer. Seaweed has many uses." Alfred breathed in a matter of fact way. Tugging all the while, closing the distance.
Feeling for his sword Arthur frowned, rolling over he came face to face with vibrant blue eyes. Remembering his original reason for coming he growled. "Treasure location, now!"
"You reek of rum, you pirates really don't help yourselves." Bringing his hand up Alfred let it slid across the blond pirates face. Leaving a shimmering trail of fresh liquid on warm skin as he did so. "How much of the bottle did you drink?"
"Bottles," Arthur corrected sharply, like that fact alone somehow made it more impressive. He was a Captain after all.
Smiling dryly Alfred leaned closer, "I bet your mother is so proud."
Scoffing at the comment Arthur smiled somewhat darkly. "Are you kidding? There are dogs that are better people than me!"
Laughing madly to himself he rolled sideways, onto his back, settling himself into the wood and humming contently. Memories of his great battles and run ins pleasing his foggy mind.
Alfred watched silently before commenting, "parents don't tend to like their brats becoming pirates I suppose."
"Brats who become pirates don't tend to like their parents," Arthur stated firmly. Believing strongly in the notion that it works both ways.
"Don't your parents approve?"
"Mine are dead. Let's do shots!" Taking a quick swig from his well conceded up until now bottle of Rum Arthur sat up, cross legged before casting it out in an offering. The pleased smile upon his lips surprising Alfred somewhat.
"I didn't kill them if that's what your bloody well thinking!"
Laughing loudly Alfred mused, faking an innocent smile. "Never said you did...I just thought it really loud."
Taking the swaying bottle careful he complied, shock green eyes watching him carefully. He'd drank before. Never really understood what the buzz was about. Only one thing could fill his tastes. Not that currently sharing such information would be worth while.
Shifting uncomfortably due to the humidity Arthur shrugged out of his trademark red coat, pulling his hat from his spiky locks soon after. Alfred resisted the urge to splash about excitedly at the realisation Arthur just might be drunk enough to undress completely.
"It's much cooler in the water," giving off a wide grin Alfred gestured, "care to take a dip?"
"No, I do not."
Folding his hands evenly upon the dock Alfred sat his chin upon them, smiling somewhat affectionately. Without his coat and hat Arthur looked a tad younger, more so than he already did. Especially scowling like a stubborn child.
"And would you stop staring! Have you no shame at all!"
Alfred shrugged, "nope, none what so ever."
"Oh just forget it!" Dragging his eyes from the eyesore Arthur took a deep calming breath. "Your unfathomable, rude and irritating."
"Oh yeah, your hardly a saint yourself."
"That's...true," Arthur answered, feeling a bright smirk tugging at one side of his mouth.
As the blond Briton seemed be lost in thought Alfred swept his eyes appreciatively over Arthur's body, grateful for the lack of coat which usually covered too much. A simple white shirt laced at the top, contrasting perfectly with black slacks that ran smoothly down his legs. Ending with impressive and finely polished knee length black buckled boots.
"You look nice tonight."
Snapping out of his thoughts Arthur frowned in bewilderment, "what was that?"
"I said," Alfred paused, dragging it out, "you look nice tonight."
Feeling a sudden flush on his cheeks Arthur countered, "Pft I'm so fucking sure that's honest!"
"Is is, you always look nice. Especially with less clothes."
Feeling the redness increase tenfold Arthur fidget awkwardly, trying to glare threateningly. "Don't lie to me like some stupid sailor, a truly wasted effort on your part."
Rolling his brilliant eyes Alfred sighed, flicking the air. "It's a compliment Captain Kirkland. Your so uptight it's funny."
"I'm not uptight! I just don't much fancy indulging you in your false bullshit is all, " Arthur groaned. "Clearly you are of course taking the bloody piss!"
Going over the words trying to mentally translate the Briton Alfred sighed, poking the blond sharply in his side. "I am not!"
"Yes you are!"
"No I am not"
As Arthur went to argue back Alfred gave a powerful side flick of his tail, splashing salty sea water over the Briton. Seeing the look of shock and pleasantness of silence he grinned devilishly. "Your a lot more...endearing this way."
"Shut up Jones, your much more tolerable when not talking with that ridiculous accent."
"Just took the my next words right outta my mouth Kirkland." Alfred straightened himself and brushed his hands against the aged wood, his creamy white fingers being carefully watched as they moved subtly closer.
Up close Arthur couldn't help but note how brilliantly toned the merman was. His muscled biceps on fully display, each seemingly sculptured for the sole purpose of holding down struggling prey and yanking limbs out.
"Back off a little. Your a bloody nightmare. Better suited to silly legends and petty desires."
"And your not exactly the same?" The dirty blond countered, clenching his fists as well as his jaw. Not bothering to keep up pleasantries.
"Of course not," Arthur muttered, his expression appalled. "This all isn't a matter of bad etiquette or lack of humanity. I mean, what were doing now is borderline treason. Twat."
Alfred slumped his shoulders, which were far broader looking up close. "Fine, whatever you want to believe. I didn't come all the way up here to argue with a pirate all night."
Arthur smiled, momentarily pleased with himself. There wasn't a man alive that could win an argument against him. "Don't start what you can't finish."
Hearing a offended grunt Arthur laughed leaning back on his palms glancing out over the dark ocean. As the soft wind teased his sunny bangs his eyes fell shut. Humming a tune that intrigued Alfred to no end.
Reaching the end of the tune Arthur tasted the air, breaking it's silence with a surprisingly soft and charming voice. That slowly began to drift and mix with the winds and waves alike.
"My heart is pierced by Cupid, I disdain all glittering gold,
There is nothing that can console me but my jolly sailor bold.
Come all you pretty fair maids, whoever you may be
Who love a jolly sailor bold that ploughs the raging sea.
My heart is pierced by Cupid, I disdain all glittering gold,
There is nothing that can console me but my jolly sailor bold."
Brushing back his damp locks Alfred remained silent, not wanting to break whatever trance Arthur was in. It was far better than the blonds usual blunt and thoroughly sarcastic tone.
Opening his eyes Arthur smiled brightly, "I used to sing that just about every night. Now every time...it takes me back."
"Too another place?," Alfred questioned unsurly. Wondering what upon the whole seven seas could please the British blond so much that he'd admit it willingly.
"It reminds me of Tortuga," Arthur whispered gleefully, his expression warm. "I'll tell you mate, if every town in the world were like that one, every man would be free. Could do as he pleased, whenever and wherever. The last free port, completely lawless."
Facing the merman fully Arthur straightened himself dusting the gritty sand from his hands, smiling enigmatically. "It's bloody brilliant!"
"Sounds it," Alfred agreed, silently wishing he could truly understand such words. Suddenly his planned story about the giant crab he'd seen earlier wasn't so great.
"But seriously now,"
Alfred frowned as he felt steel slip into the skin on his neck, drawing liquid crimson. The flushed airy look on the Brit now sharing that of a sharp focus and intent. "About the treasure."
"So we're back on that again," Alfred laughed. "You really can't take a night off, can you?"
"If you truly know about the treasure I suggest you divulge it to me before I decorate the local tree-life with your innards."
As the merperson snorted at the prospect Arthur growled, "which of course despite your face won't be at all pretty."
Lifting a pale finger Alfred pointedly pushed at the blade. "You'd really resort to that?" Over something so trivial as trinkets of silver nd gold?" he questioned, his eyes flicking up like a flame of crisp ice.
"I've killed fools for less," Arthur confirmed dryly.
Touching the Captain's face lightly with his non blade occupied hand Alfred licked his lips expectantly. "Then why don't you do it now?"
Pulling away from the cold touch Arthur frowned, "wouldn't be worth the rag to clean my blade."
"Oh really?" Alfred questioned calmly, looking incredulous. His instincts going wild.
Grabbing the collar of the young Captain's cotton white shirt Alfred dragged the Briton close, ignoring the blade that slid into his skin further. "You broke my conditions, pirate. You need to be taken down a few notches, wouldn't you agree Kirkland?"
Before Arthur could answer he felt numerous points of sharp, searing pain slice into his skin. Inhuman fingernails that never seemed obvious to him before. Startled he hissed as he was instantly slammed forward, his face connecting dully with the dock. His grip on his sword faltering completely before being dragged into the freezing dark waters.
"Fuck!"
Shoving the flailing Briton against the sharp rocks Alfred grinned in a feral excitement as he caught the scent of fresh blood.
"Damn it all! Get off!" Shoving breathlessly at the body against his own Arthur dully acknowledged it was already too late.
Watching in contained frustration as Alfred grasped his wrists and forced them up above his head. Wild blue orbs shinning in elated amusement all the while.
Feeling a sting of sharp panic Arthur glanced up hopelessly up at the dock a few meters above the rocks and his finger tips. Earning himself a cruel, mocking laugh for his futile efforts.
"That won't work, humans aren't so great in the water." Looking down between their two bodies Alfred smiled at the example. His own body so posed and controlled against the Britons tense and useless one. "Having a tail helps," he added teasingly.
Fighting off the sudden and brutal urges to literally tear into the smaller pirate. Every quick glance and sudden jerk only made his longing worse. The water between them spilling into the Britons lips ever now and then, Arthur clearly not being able to rise above the moving water level.
Moving painstakingly slow Alfred smiled toothily as he snaked his own larger hands up over Arthur's, matching his fingertips against the struggling blond's. Pressing them against the jagged rocks one by one, ensuring ultimate discomfort and control. "Any last words?"
"Your fucking enjoying this!"
"Is that really all you can say?" Alfred purred, nuzzling the blond, thriving upon the both pained and disgusted look he received. "Or are you so awed by me your witty, words, fail you?"
"Fucking doubtful," the pirate scoffed, rolling his eyes nervously. Feeling apprehensive against the forced smooth touch, devoid of any warmth.
Receiving an amused smirk Arthur struggled against the dusty blond again briefly, testing his strength and confirming his suspicion that he was not a match for him when it came to pure physical power. Especially in the water.
Alfred tilted his head to the side, stray golden locks scattering in an array of perfect mess. The notion forcing a tight calmness into the Britons pounding heart. His usual wide grin replaced with a look so unworldly and haunting, it was calming. Every smooth expression hypnotizing. Cool lips seeming so very close and cold. Arthur fixed on them openly, his breath hitching.
"My heart is pierced by Cupid, I disdain all glittering gold,
There is nothing that can console me but my jolly sailor bold."
As Alfred held the still blond steady with one hand his other trailed down to the pirates cheek, his fingertips ghosting alone warm flushed skin. Un resisted but for a moment.
Shying away from the touch Arthur hissed, "stop it..." The look he received was almost pitying, so soft and curious. A perfect lie. And it was working.
Feeling a calm and numb unease grip his body and mind Arthur's shook his head wildly, inwardly willing himself back to some level of sanity. Telling himself that what was before him was not heaven but hell.
'He's a git, a predatory fucking git who is rude and idiotic not..not-'
Arthur's mind reeled when chilled, damp lips pressed mutely against his own. The sensation soft at first, quickly turning rough and hungry. A forced reminder of the underline truth, tasting sudden sharpness and his own blood jerking his instincts to react. Arthur forced his eyes to open, exactly when they had shut escaped him.
Half chocking on what little air filled his lungs he stared, Alfred's eyes shimmering into a sudden pale blue, the pupils narrowing soulless slits. The copper like substance staining pale lips as the dusty blond pulled back, smiling slowly and all to darkly.
"For an uptight Briton, you taste surprisingly pleasant." The uncaring bluntness in the dark blonds tone chilled Arthur slightly. No one could truly do the legends justice, there was no words fit to describe a race so inhuman and tainted. So capable of robbing all the senses. And making willing fools out of all men.
Brushing against the British blond suggestively Alfred hummed, "the brave ones always taste so much better."
Leaning in close he let his lips brush against the pirate, nipping stiff lips as he came to a stop. "Of course, that just makes me so much more hungry."
Straining and twisting against the others grip Arthur gasped as Alfred released him. His air mocking as he remained flush against the Briton. Easily ignoring the violent kicking, shoving and muttered curses.
"Just give in, even you must realise your inferiority. After all you may be a Captain but your still just another filthy, little, pirate."
"Fuck you!" Arthur hissed breathily, his throat tight. His fists and fingers aching and numb.
"Predictable, but not very great in terms of wittiness. Now how should I do it? I suppose I could drown you, or maybe mess you up against the rocks...give the gulls something to work with."
Enjoying the possibilities Alfred missed Arthur sliding his right arm down under the surface. Swiftly grasping at his triumph card.
"Or maybe I should nick a few veins, just let you bleed out. Turn the water into a pretty red colour." Licking his lips Alfred nodded firmly to himself, "yeah that'd be nice."
"Agreed!" Arthur breathed before flicking out his dagger beneath the surface, slicing the surface with expect precision and slashing expertly.
Hissing in pain and shock Alfred let go, forcing himself hastily backwards in one powerful movement. Without thinking Arthur quickly dragged himself up back onto the dock above, ignoring his stinging wounds and aching muscles .
As the two locked eyes an uneasy, heavy, silence past between them. Still trying to catch his breath Arthur stood, still adding extra effort to move further away before collapsing tactlessly.
"Fucking tosser! And you wonder why I don't enjoy our little rendezvous!" Waving his heavily soaked arms about he continued, "nice one, I'm bloody soaked through just cause you went and got the sodding munches. You total bastard!"
Ignoring the ranting blond Alfred licked up his arms slowly, catching stray trails of blood. "I shoulda guessed you'd have a dagger somewhere on you."
"Luckily," Arthur hissed, taking a second to glance appreciatively at the object in question. Which was still clenched tightly between his damp shaking fingers.
"You really don't like people touching you, do you?" lifting his arms up for show Alfred gave a thin lipped grin.
"No I do not. Especially slimy sea monsters such as yourself," grunting in pain Arthur stood awkwardly. Grabbing his coat and hat quickly, determined not to wince. Only just noticing the shredded rips in his sleeves and feeling the gashes on his back seeping a distinct stain of red, that continued to spread. "Ruined my damn clothes too, git."
Turning his back to Alfred Arthur began to walk away, careful to not appear weak. It was all humiliating enough without him losing any more of his battered dignity.
'It's nothing but a few cuts and bruises' he assured himself sternly. 'If I can just get to my tent I can pass out and forgot this whole sorry ordeal.'
...
Despite a few wrong turns and unhelpful tree roots Arthur made it to the darkness of his tent. Slipping inside silently he shrugged off his coat, bowed his head in as little effort as possible to remove his hat. Tentatively, he peeled the rest of his clothes away letting them gather in a damp, messy heap upon the sand covered floor.
Grabbing a few of his less elegant clothing his pulled them on to ward off the chill throughout his body. Glaring heatedly as his reflection once more he trudged soundly to bed. Collapsing heavily into the fresh scented sheets.
His heavily eyes never once noticing the note upon his pillow. One which finished with four simple words...
- Sincerely yours Francis Bonnefoy
Well aside from setting a tea towel on fire cooking and exploding a bottle of water onto the ceiling I think it turned out pretty decent^^
I found watching the actual scene from the movie helpful. The music alone helped me big time. So raw and thrilling. Who else knows that song, word from word? Reviews?