The next few moments for Alfred were as if he were frozen in time. The entrancing figure that stood from the other end of the glass just watched in curiosity with a half lipped smile on his pale face. He gazed at Alfred amused with the effect he had on him with this first encounter. The mysterious green-eyed man tilted his head to the side slightly as if asking what the poor younger boy was going to do.

To the mans amusement, Alfred mimicked his actions and tilted his head to the side also. Alfred didn't know why he copied the others movement but he couldn't quite control his actions while lost in the pale mans glowing eyes. He wanted to look away but he was so lost in them that he couldn't pull out. His feet were pinned to the ground and his arms pressed tightly to his sides, stiff as boards. His brain was yelling at him to turn around and run the heck out of there. To look at his hostesses and ask them what was happening or what was about to happen. From the look on their faces earlier he had a feeling he wouldn't get a good answer like he was hoping.

Suddenly there was a loud crash and the sound of glass shattering across the hard wood floor all around him. The sudden noise was enough to bring him out of his trance and whip his head around in panic.

"W-what's going on!?" Alfred yelled over the noise of loud sounds of destruction going about inside the old house. Were they being attacked?

Elizabeta was climbing the book-case back against the wall in search of something in haste. She stopped for a moment and turned her head around smiling awkwardly.

"Oh no worries! Just wait right there for a second wills you?" She also yelled over the noise.

Alfred looked at her like she was crazy and jumped when a loud knocking came from behind him. He spun around and saw that the man with his lighting emerald eyes was still there. His eyes were electrifying with the look of excitement in them. Alfred had to confess that he looked pretty terrifying and was glad that there was a layer of glass separating them the two.

The man withdrew his fist from the window and held up one of his gloved fingers. First pointing it to Alfred, then to the spot where he stood. Alfred stared at him confused and mouthed the word 'what?' to the other.

"He's asking you to stay put." Elizabeta piped up behind him scaring the young blond. "Dirty pirates think they can break into my home and tell my guest what to do. The nerve of them!"

Alfred looked back at the person outside the window and noticed he was gone. His heart sank in his chest for some reason that he couldn't decide. Was it out of fear or the loss of the other?

"He's gone…" Alfred gasped and looked at the women to his side in panic. "Now what happens?!"

"He's going to take you-"

"WHAT!?"

"-let me finish! He will come for you but no need to worry because he will never find you. Now come on." She said grabbing hold of the Americans hand with her free one. She was holding something in her other hand but Alfred couldn't make out what it was, just that is was square.

They ran together to the other side of the dark cluttered room where what seemed like endless bookcases finally came to an end. Elizabeta darted her soft green eyes around the long selves and mumbled words to herself. The crashes around them grew louder and Alfred was sweating with anxiety. He had no idea what exactly was happening all of a sudden or why the people who Elizabeta called 'pirates' were looking for him. Everything in this strange world was happening so fast for him to keep up with and apparently he was apart of it all now. But how could he be apart of a time period that he wasn't even born into?

A loud thunk came from behind them and they both turned around and gazed where the sound came from. It was the door. The thunk came again but louder and harder with voices casting shouts and curses from the other side. Elizabeta and Alfred looked at each other and both paled.

"We're out of time…" Alfred mumbled as he turned and watched the shadows of who knows how many cast from beneath the door. The longhaired women frowned and pinched the blond on the arm.

"What was that for!?" He argued rubbing the spot.

"Stop whining and ah-ha! I believe I found our way out!"

Alfred looked at the bookcase and saw she had her hand wrapped around the spine of one of the books. He frowned and was about to open his mouth to protest about how a book was going to save them but he stopped when she pulled it forward. The bookcase creaked and clanked as it started to open like a grand door. Alfred couldn't help but to smile at the thing. It was like something he would always see in those cool spy movies that he loved.

"Come along! No time to stare like a child now." She said grabbing Alfred's hand again and pulling him through the secret door into a dark tunnel.

"Wait what about your husband?" As much as he disliked how much the guy reminded him of his rude history teacher, they couldn't just leave him there alone to deal with the pirates.

The brown haired women paused for a moment and stared at him warmly like she was happy the young blond was concerned for her husband.

"No worries. He had to take care of something whilst I take care of you. We'll meet up with him again some time near I pray." She smiled then pulled the book self shut sealing off the light and the noise of the intruders.

"Now how do we escape without any light?" Alfred muttered to hiding the slight fear in his voice. Something about being trapped in a dark underground tunnel was very unsettling. He almost screamed when he felt his hand being grabbed.

"Sounds like someone is scared of the dark?" The women laughed lightly as she began leading him through the earthy tunnel. "I've been down here many times before that I know it all by heart. I will have us out in no time."

Alfred took a couple of deep breaths and held on to the women's hand tightly, trusting her words and obeyed.

After several minutes into their dark descending walk, Alfred felt it was a good time to ask some questions while they were alone.

"Hey um Mrs. Elizabeta? Do you mind if I ask ya a few questions before we get to where ever you're leading us?" The American asked and winced when her grip on his hand tightened ever so slightly. He waited patiently as they walked a little further in silence.

Finally she sighed and loosened her grip on his hand. "I suppose I do owe you a few answers myself don't I? What exactly is it you'll like to know?"

Alfred scrambled through his brain for the right first question to ask. He had so many but one in particular kept making its way to the top of his list.

"You said that I was the pirates compass. What exactly does that mean?" He asked eyeing her even though he couldn't see her face.

He heard her laugh quietly and slow their pace. "It means exactly that. You're the pirates compass, both literally and figuratively."

Alfred raised an eyebrow and thought about. "I don't think I quite understand. How am I it and why? I don't even belong here to begin with."

"And that's why you were chosen. I know you're not from here Alfred and I'm the only one besides my husband. So you must promise not to tell anyone who you really are, okay dear? This is very important to us both if you can not tell."

Alfred nodded his head and felt that she knew he did the action.

"I don't really know where to begin with all of this and don't have much time to explain it all-so I'll tell you what's important for now." She began. "The pirate's compass is someone who can see the legendary pirates map. The map you see is blind to everyone but you and that's what puts you in the most danger. They say who holds the map; it will lead them to their greatest treasure. Not just any treasure but the treasure that person seeks the most in their heart. From either a chest of gold or to ones forever lasting true love." Elizabeta explained almost sounding excited about the old passed down legend.

"So the map that you showed me is some type of magical map? And something that every pirate wants to get their hands on?" Alfred wondered aloud.

"Precisely and that's why I must protect you Alfred. The map is useless without the one who can read it and that's appears to be you." She said squeezing Alfred's hand reassuringly.

Alfred frowned when he realized what was happening back at the house. Those intruders were savage pirates that were there to take him. What would have happened if they had? How will he ever get home then if he is kept locked up on some ship out at sea? Finding the book that could take him home will be completely hopeless once he leaves the shores.

"So now what happens to me? Do we just keep running forever and will I ever go home?" Elizabeta could hear the sadness in his voice and she felt bad for the young blonde.

"Don't worry. I will help find a way for you to return home but first we must hide you." She traced her thumb over Alfred's hand sweetly and continued the blind pathway hand in hand.

They walked a little while more in silence. Alfred was pondering the fact that he had magical eyes or something and part of him was thrilled. It seemed he really was a hero with super powers after all. Man, Kiku will never believe him once he returns. Well if he ever returns. After he had asked about the meaning of the pirates compass, Alfred also asked what year he was in and noticed that Elizabeta was oddly wary of his question. She just said he was in the 18th century and somewhere in the Caribbean. Something about it seemed strangely familiar but he brushed it off.

Alfred smiled in relief when he spotted a faint light up ahead. "Please tell me that's our exit! I don't think I can take anymore walking in this god forsaken tunnel." He said a bit breathlessly with his feet dragging.

Elizabeta chuckled started walking faster in hand with the exhausted boy. "Mhmm! This is the end of the passage. Not so bad was it?" She laughed when Alfred just grunted in response.

Once they reached the end of the long dark horrid tunnel, Alfred heard loud noises from above their heads like laughter and glass maybe? The woman picked up a ladder from the ground and set it up to a trap door above their heads.
"Now up you go!"

Alfred grabbed hold and began his short climb up. He felt the wooden ceiling for some type of handling aimlessly. Once he found one he pulled it and a small square above his head gave way. He popped his head up and searched the area for any others or threats of danger. He found the room empty and lifted himself up on his hands his knees. He turned around and held out a hand for Elizabeta to grab hold as she climbed up.

The blonde dusted himself off and checked out the room around him. It appeared to be a cellar full of barrels and boxes. Floor boards above them squeaked as dust came falling through and onto their heads whenever someone from above walked over them.

"So um where exactly are we?" Alfred turned to look at his guide and was confused to she her in some type of distress. She patted her pockets on her dress in several places and spun around a couple of times looking on the floor. "Is everything okay? You look as if you lost somethin?"

"Because I have! Oh dear I'm going to have to go back and search the tunnel. Wait here Alfred! I'll return as soon as I find it!" She assured him then started descending back into the dark tunnel where they just climbed through.

Alfred sputtered and started following her but was swatted away.

"Why can't I come?" He protested.

She raised an eyebrow and smiled at him. "Do you really want to go back down there?" Alfred thought about it and backed up.

"Fine but hurry up… " He muttered looking away. "Oh but what is it you lost in th-" He stopped as he noticed that she was already gone and lost into the darkness. "Oh ok that's cool. Didn't wanna know anyways." He said folding his arms over his chest.

Alfred decided that he didn't want to stand any longer so he walked over to some of the barrels and took a seat atop one of them. He rested his head in his hands and stared at his buckled shoes. The shoes he had on weren't nearly as comfortably as his rocket red converse. Where did his clothes even go once he arrived? How could clothes just poof off his body and be replaced?

"Stupid old-fashioned clothes…" He angrily muttered and shut his eyes to rest. He didn't have them shut long as a loud noise came behind him. He spun around and jumped up from his seat. The noise came again and this time he could hear a voice drawing near.

"Shit, shit, shit!" He panicked and leaped behind some barrels for cover.

Suddenly the sound of a door being kicked open echoed throughout the stone cellar. Alfred held his breath as the sound of heavy footsteps grew closer and closer. He looked around where he hid and picked up a rock that he was planning to use as a weapon. Alfred could feel his heartbeat picking up and blood pulse quickly through his veins. His body was ready to fight if in the means of protecting himself from one of those damn ruthless pirates.

The footsteps stopped right in from of the barrels that the blond was secretly hiding behind.

"Ah ha! Found you!" A voice said. Alfred took that as his queue for his surprise attack and leapt from behind the barrels with the rock in his hand aiming at the person.

The person hollered in surprise and stumbled back into some selves.

Alfred narrowed his eyes at the person and saw that he was just as scared as he was. For a pirate he sure seemed like a wimp and didn't dress like one either…

Alfred lowered his small rock weapon and studied the guy carefully.

"W-Wait. You're not a pirate?" He asked coming down from his high.

"HA! Me a pirate? As if the awesome me would ever want to be!" The man laughed leaning up from the shelf staring back at the young blond who leapt out and scared him.

Alfred dropped his stone to the floor and dusted of his hands.
"But you said you found me? What did you mean by that?"

The man raised an eyebrow but then barked out a loud laugh. "I was talking to the rum! This is a rum cellar after all kid. Speaking of which, what are you doing down here? Not a thief is ya?"

Alfred felt the need to apologize for his mistake but it wasn't his fault he was so paranoid from everything that had happened to him today.

"I'm not a thief. I'm down here because I uh-am waiting for someone." The American slowly said glancing at the secret trap door.

The stranger smiled and gave Alfred a look that made him feel very un comfortable all of a sudden. "Oh I see what's going on. Sneaking around to have a little fun are we?" He chuckled and glanced at the young blonds body quickly and smiled more as liked what he was seeing so far. "Since your little lass isn't here, how about you spend some time with the awesome me?"

Alfred nearly chocked on a laugh and gulp at the persons suggestion. Like hell he was going to do anything with this pervert.

"Like hell buddy. Just grab your rum or whatever and go back up stairs." The blond said turning his back to the stranger, which he would end up regretting.

The person watched the blond turn his back to him and he took the chance to wonder his red eyes over the blondes' backside. Those tight breeches really did do Alfred wonders to the looks of his bottom as uncomfortable as they may be to him.

"I came for rum but I change my mind. I want something with more of a kick." He smirked and with a few short strides he was right behind Alfred and lifted the boy right over his shoulder.

Alfred yelped in surprise at the sudden attack. "What the hell are you doing!? Put me down you old drunk perv!" He shouted and started thrashing against the mans back.

"Calm down! I promise the awesome me will give you an awesome time!" He laughed and started climbing the stairs to leave the cellar. Alfred looked back at the secret trap door praying that Elizaveta would climb through it at any moment but she never did to his dismay.

Alfred was about to yell for help but yielded when he was suddenly set down atop a wooden seat in what appeared to be a tavern or old pub.

He blushed and watched as his carrier take a seat next to him at the table.

"Wait... I thought you were going to um take me somewhere else and uh oh I don't know, do something perverted…" Alfred admitted.

The man barked out a laughed then slipped a sly smile onto his face. "Well if that's what you want then I know a back room I can take you to schön?" He laughed louder when Alfred's face got even redder.

"So why did you take me here?" Alfred asked as if it weren't already obvious.

"To have some awesome rum of course! Looked like you needed one and I needed someone to have mein back if I were to get into a fight." He said then waved down a waitress.

"Oh that's fine I suppose." As long as he didn't leave the building he should be fine right? Elizabeta told him to stay but she didn't say where to stay. Upstairs, downstairs, as long as it were in the same building it should be fine.

Alfred glanced up at his supposed taker and almost gasped in surprise. How could a person actually have red eyes and that color of hair!? It was completely white! This guy had to be an albino for sure and he was actually really handsome. His strange eyes and hair gave him a devious look that could scare people if one were to be frightened. Alfred gazed his eyes a little lower and could tell that the guy seemed pretty strong with his built and he was also able to lift him right over his shoulder with no difficulty.

The red-eyed man noticed Alfred staring at him and he smiled wickedly. "Looking at how awesome I am are you? Don't blame you, most can't resist." Alfred blushed and whipped his head up.

"I wasn't checking you ou- oh never mind." He grunted keeping his eyes away from making contact with the pale other.

A lady then came up and placed to large glasses of rum down onto their table.

"About time!" The albino groaned and picked up his glass. Alfred picked up his and eyed it nervously whether he could drink it all and if it were safe.

"Cheers to the awesome Gilbert and his new friend-ehh"

"Alfred."

"Aye Alfred! Cheers and bottoms up!" Gilbert cheered and clinked his glass into Alfred's, spilling each of there's onto the chipped wooden table. Alfred smiled and took a sip of his rum as the other gulped it down like there was no tomorrow.

Alfred knew he had to be careful. He didn't know this guy fully and couldn't get drunk because well he has never been drunk before. So tonight he would take sips and be sober and laugh at his new drunken albino friend. Sounds simple enough.

"You y-you what? I-I don't beweve ya!" Alfred slurred as he poked his albino friend in the cheek several times.

"T-the awesome me never tell lies! Trus me! I waz like totally king of the tribe! No kiddin you!" Gilbert laughed as he poked Alfred's red flustered cheek right back. "butz I couldn't stay so I left!"

Alfred hiccupped and acted surprised. "Jus like dat! Heh you left ya kingdom!?"

"I waz like too awesome for em anyway!" Gilbert waved his hand in circles that Alfred watched and followed with his head.

"Ya know wha? Imma special also! Wanna knowz why hm?" Alfred smiled cockly leaning his head onto his fist.

"Enlightin me!" Gilbert said slamming his glass down.

"Heh looky here." The blond brought his hand up and pointed to his eyes. "I got magical orbs for eyez!"

Gilbert gasped and leaned back in his chair as if surprised.

"The awesome me don't bewieve ya!"

"I see ztuff on maps! Like invisible stuff ya know? Becauze I'm da-damn compass! Compass pirate! Wait no, uh the pirates compass!" Alfred grinned proudly then broke out into a fit of giggles.

Gilbert froze and slowly sat up in his chair. His red face turned white again and focused his eyes on the tipsy blond who was smiling up at him.

"You're the what?" He asked again softly holding his breath.

Alfred grinned and leaned to where he was at his friend's ear. "The pirates compass." He breathed and giggled to himself as he leaned away. "But shh! It's a secret." He said waving his finger back and forth.

Gilbert looked at the boy in disbelief and slowly arose from his chair. "No fucking way…" He whispered to himself in a state of shock.

"Yes, no way indeed..." A voice said from behind the pair at the table across from them. A man with green eyes cast the two a smile and stood from his chair making his way over to theirs slowly with the click of his boots with each step. Gilbert gulped as Alfred just smiled at the man.

"I knew I'd get lucky tonight after having a few drinks but this wasn't really what I had in mind. No, this is much better." The green-eyed man said smiling evilly at his new blond prize.

AN: Dun dun dun dunnn. Review!
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German Translations:
Ja: Yes
Schön: Beautiful
Mein: My