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Chapter 5- Normal pov~

France took the crying colonies onto the ship. America was the more uncooperative one, who kicked and tried to bite him. While Canada sobbed into the Frenchmans shirt seeking some sort of comfort.

"SACRE BLEU! Calm down you little monster!" The Frenchman cried as America successfully bit him, this time leaving teeth marks, the small colony paused looking quite pleased with the marks that bled from the older mans hand. France continued to glare with his eyes turning cold and continued to walk through the ship and down the step into Captain Kirkland's room. He placed the boys onto the bed and tied America to his brother tied them back to back and also their feet together, so they wouldn't escape. He lit a candle, so it wouldn't be so dark.

America glared and yelled, "Hey! Let us go!" Canada continued to tear up, but was slowly trying to get a hole of himself.v

"Stay there, little ones while I make us something delicious to eat~!" he turned back into his cheery self he walked out of the room. 'I am so glad i got myself a little Canada~, England is going to have a tough time with the other one.' He thought smiling to himself that he most likely got the better end of the deal.

He walked up the creeky staircase that lead into the captain's quaters. France made it onto the deck and noticed England rowing up in the boats and helped a crew member get him up. England didn't meet Frances eyes which his blue eyes wondered why...

"Did you do it Britain?" He asked not needing to go into detail. He saw the shorter man stiffin up from the back as he quickly tied the ropes to hold the boat in place and turned away. Silence filled the air between the two nations.

Finally, he answered, "No. I didn't have the heart."

Frances eyes widened in disbelief and also... happiness? "My oh My! What is this? Has the United Kingdom who sailed the seven seas getting soft?!" He joked as than he dodged a sword about to stab through his stomach.

"Shut it! Bloody wanker I have not gone soft I just didn't find the need to kill her!" Taking back his words to cover up his embarassing situation. They fought in a cloud of dust like in a cartoon and hearing a random cat meowing. Crew members saw this and did all they could to not get between the nations and their quarrelling. They gasped after for what seemed to be a few minutes of fighting, tired from almost killing each other once again.

"So, Britain... I shall go make us dinner after a long day. We shall discuss our new colonies then." France gracefully fled from the englishman.

"Tch! Bloody wanker thinks he's such a good cook." His emerald eyes shining and his face flushed with annoyance refusing to admit how much he liked Frances cooking. Britain shook his thoughts away of France for the moment and thought about his new colony America. He grinned suddenly remembering the small boy. He walked towards his quarters feeling the boys were there. Opening the door he found the two boys rolling on the floor struggling to get loose. Canada froze seeing him first, which warned his brother something was wrong "Uh~ Uh~ Uhh~" He sang surprising the small children all tied up.

America glared his usual bright blue eyes that were cheerful were now dark like the raging blue seas. He has sailed and conquered the seven seas, Captain Arthur Kirkland. (Hotter than Jack Sparrow ;D Please don't take this comment to heart I love Johnny Depp.) And he shall do the same with Alfred. "Let us go! You monster!"

England stepped towards the boys on the floor squatting to get his face near theirs and smiled in a mocking way, "Now why would I do that? And I am quite hurt by your comment. Once you get to know me I am quite the gentleman." He thought of how he knew the boy thought he killed his mother, which he decided to use it as his advantage. "If your mother had only agreed to give you away to me peacefully, I would not have had to kill her. Now if you cooperate, I will not do to you what I did to her. Understand?" Laying it on thick to get through the boys skulls that he had the power and was in charge.

Canada's purple hued eyes tears running down his face, "We... Understand." Answering for his older brother, so they wouldn't get hurt. America stayed silent as the tears finally took place realizing how much he lost, but held his brothers hand even though the rope tensed around their arms, but not enough to leave rope burns.

England smiled brightly at making such progress already. "Well then! Now that wasn't so hard now was it?" He got up and walked towards his desk to get some forgotten paper work done. He might have been a pirate, but now he had responsibilites as a nation. He worked in silence for that he wondered why. He expected to at least hear more complaining from Alfred and more crying from his brother. So he looked to see the children sleeping exhausted for all they've been through in that one day. He got an extra blanket from the closet and placed the boys back on the bed untying them from their binds. 'See? I'm not such a cruel man am i?' He thought making the boys as comfortable as possible. France walked in with a platter of food and the smell filled the room.

"Dinner is served Mon Ami!~" France placed Englands food on his desk carefull not to ruin any documents. England in a way was also tired, so sat back down to eat.

"Thanks Frog." He muttered enjoying his cooking France snickered and looked over at the little ones sleeping like angels.

~Le Time Skip Brought to you by FranceCat~ Le Meow! *randomness*

The voyage back to england was tiring to say the least. America and Canada giving the older nations a hard time. They ran around the ship trying to hide from them and almost managed to steal a life boat. England didn't know about France, but he was Tired! With a capital T. He dragged America as they both walked into the carraige with France and what he decided to call Matthew followed. Matthew was a fine name he guessed. It was a name from the Bible (England was still confused whether he was Catholic or Protestant.)

Alfred glared his blue eyes still shining with a vengeance. "Where you taking us jerk!?"

England having heard this on the ship one too many times just sighed. "Home. Our new home little brother." His green eyes turning blue with madness this time from being tired of the same old question and the trip to the Americas. Alfred froze in fear of the man and knew to stay quiet seeing the look in the nations eyes.

France decided to help the conversation. "So, Matthew what do you think of England? And what I mean by England I mean the land and sights before you!" The small boys looked around shocked at such tall building and other things they never seen before. Matthew's eyes sparkled like they haven't in a long time. Matthew admitted to taking a liking to the Frenchman, but still didn't completely trust him since he was with the man who killed their mother. he didn't like the other man at all. Alfred understood why because France wasn't the one to do the deed and hated the fact that he held no power to change anything. They gawked at the sights while the adults took it as a chance to sleep while they had the chance.

"Brother, what's going to happen to us?" Matthew asked his older brother.

Alfred held his brothers hand. "I don't know, but I'm the hero! I'll find a way!" he grinned reassuring his brother he'd do everything he could. They yawned at the same time seeing the adults sleeping made them sleepy as well. So they decided to take a short nap.

Green eyes shot open then sensing a murder most foul. Someone has entered into his country getting a chill run down his spine. Englanf cursed, "It's Russia." He was totally awake now and knew that the cold nation was just waiting for him at his house. "What the hell does he want?" He growled keeping his voice in check for the colonys were sleeping along with France. (It's never a good idea to have that frog awake unless it's to cook.)

Arthur looked outside the carraige to see his house was coming near and so, Ivan was also near.

~With Ivan- His P.O.V.~

I got here to England just in time it seems sensing the other nations coming closer (It's a nation thing). I made myself comfortable inside the house since the front door was unlocked. I chuckled. 'Really England you have to keep your stuff safer that includes America.' I licked my lips already imagining the boy at my house, also seeing the Great Britain writhing in rage stoked my fancy as well. 'I am going to enjoy this very much.' He smiled his usual innocent smile as I knew England was on the other side of the door cursing to get in dragging America next to him trying to fight him off. I grinned at that. 'Yes he would make a fine colony under MY rule.'

A/N: Finally! I wrote this chapter after a long while! I'm sorry T-T Please don't kill me! But Now I'm on a roll. :D I know what to write next now that Russia is back in DA HOUSE! Yo! Until next chapter! Thanks for your patience. ~APanda3 AKA jeejee12