Forevah: Hey ya! Italia Forevah here with the sucky amazing new installment of 'The Doctor's Worldly Adventures'! Here's what happened last time(I'm going to start doing this from now on, since the plot has finally started to get interesting :D);
The two nations pulled out of their mind conversation when the T.A.R.D.I.S. shook violently. All three men jerked forward. The Doctor was trying to fix whatever had gone wrong, while America and Canada held on for dear life. Canada's grip slipped and he banged his head on a railing, passing out.
Here you go! I don't own Hetalia or Doctor Who, and Enjoy~
~On board the S.S. Flyer, Atlantic Ocean: 1556~
"Captain! We've spotted another ship!" The first mate burst through the door leading to the Captain's Quarters, giddy as a 5 year old who got his first toy.
"Is it apart of the Armada?" The Captain said bored, still facing the window he was currently looking through.
"Aye, sir! The watchman said that even that Fernandez man was on board!" That got the British Privateer's attention.
"Well don't just stand there!" He barked, whipping around."Get everyone on deck ready for a battle!"
"Yes Captain!" The first mate nodded and took his leave, now shouting at the other crewmen to get the canons ready.
"I've got you now, Antonio. You can't hide from me." The Captain said, grinning mischievously. Spain would not fall out of his grasp again. This time, things would be different.
"NOW! PUT UP THE FLAG!" Captain Kirkland heard his crewmen scrambling to get ready for battle as he walked out of his Quarters. His gold trimmed coat glistened in the sunlight as the crimson fabric floated in the breeze. His messy blond hair was even wilder than usual, as he spent his time tracking the Spanish Armada, along with Antonio Fernandez Carriedo. A.K.A: The Personification of Spain. It took a while, but it came down to this. The British Privateer breathed in the salt-filled air and smirked. Time to get this show on the road. He was about to shout to open fire at the Spanish ship when he heard a bang come from the cargo half of the ship. He gasped and ran down to investigate.'A STOWAWAY!? AND NOW OF ALL TIMES!?' Was thought as he ran through the chambers of the large ship. He at last made it to the holding room, and was faced with a big blue box that was smoking from the inside.
"Oh hell no." The Personification of England growled, realizing who it was that stowed away onto his ship. Just at that moment, three figures came out of the door coughing like mad. One was carrying another figure, and they looked surprisingly alike. The unconscious one had a light brown jacket on, had almost the same color hair with a single piece of hair curling infront of his face. The other one had a dark brown coat with slightly lighter brown hair. The both of them had glasses on. England didn't recognize those two, but he did know who the other man was. He had a typical suit on with a bow tie and short dark brown hair. England growled at this man, but then turned his attention to the big blue police box that was currently coughing up smoke.
"Oh Doctor, what have you done to the poor girl?" England muttered under his breath.
"Hey! Iggy! Ya think ya can help me out here, bro!? I think Canada hit his head or somethin!" America said, currently holding his slightly older brother. England just stared at the two until the Doctor stood up, getting a closer look at the TARDIS.
"Damn!" Said time-lord then tried to jump into said spaceship, only to be pulled back by England as something inside the TARDIS exploded. England turned the man around and gripped his shirt collar, England's other hand on his sword that was at his waist.
"TELL ME WHAT YOU'RE DOING ON MY SHIP RIGHT NOW OR I'LL SLICE YOUR DAMN HEARTS IN HALF!"
Forevah: I LOVE this chapter! It was SO fun to write. I hope you like it as much as I do~ Enjoy!