Sakura

We were separated, as the soldiers entered the ship forcefully. They were ordered not to consider me as a pirate but I could see their disapproving facial expression when they sighted me. If they had discovered me in the presence of the Prince, they would not have questioned me. But unfortunately, they caught sight of me sitting next to Captain Kirkland. The soldiers pulled their weapons, attempting to frighten us. Although I was not to be frightened to quickly, the two little boys next to me were.

"U-uh."

Raivis took a hold of my hand; his form was shaking and I was aware of his fear of the Borussian Kingdom and its army.

"Step away from the pirates."

My hold on Raivis' hand intensified as my eyes glared at the shouting man. "No," I spoke harshly, "Those two are no pirates."

The man looked at me with an angry look; he was not used to be opposed by a female. Nevertheless he was prevented to utter his answer as his neighbour eyed him with a warning look. They knew exactly that I was under the prince protection; they were aware of my fate of serving the Royal family in form of a bodyguard. "But Kirkland is a pirate; A notorious Captain," he corrected himself. Seconds passed and he quickly added a "Miss" behind his statement.

"I –"

A voice behind me interrupted my sentence. "I will accompany you."

I turned around, seeing Captain Kirkland's straight face. Before he left with the soldiers, he touched my face lightly with his hand. "Take care of them. I trust you and Beilschmidt."

"It's His Royal Highness," one of the Borussian soldiers intervened, receiving a glare from the blonde Captain.

"May we meet again," His green eyes gazed into mine before he kissed my forehead and left without looking back. I could feel his senses; the patch was still on his shoulder. He was tense and hesitant to go with them. To part from me and the rest of the crew.

It was minutes later when the hold was empty. The pirates had been officially arrested by the Kingdom of Borussia. The Prince, Toris and I needed an audience with the King. It would be the most important and difficult part of our plan to rescue the Pirates and the Kingdom from an Invasion of Roberts and his Allies.

"I-Is that the castle?"

My eyes focussed on Raivis who walked beside me in a slow pace. Never before had he seen a castle and the view was completely new for the boy's eyes. Toris had given the commands of allowing Raivis and Noah to stay with me. While the former was calming a little down, the latter was troubled. He had been separated from his big brother; the only family he had known.

The Royal army was escorting us through the town. People had been in uproar and looks were shot in our direction. Some were cheering for their Prince's arrival, others were in worry. They had seen the massive group of pirates the military had taken to prison. One could feel the tension in the atmosphere; the habitants of the Kingdom did not want to be faced with other conflicts. If they knew what would happen if the Kingdom would officially declare war on the neighbouring Duchy.

The gates of the castles opened immediately as we arrived. Some of the guards saluted to Toris who reciprocated their actions. His mouth was set in a tight line and the officers diverted their sight as soon as they recognised his mood. None of us needed to inquire after the cause of his dilemma. We knew what made the man grim. They had taken Natalya into prison and he had no choice but to let them take her to the dungeon. The determination in his eyes spoke enough; there were no words needed to express his feelings. He would do anything to save her.

There was no time to appreciate the decorative interior of the castle. Time was pressing and Gilbert suggested talking to his father immediately.

We stood in front of the tall door; the entry to the King's throne room. I felt Raivis' grip on my hand tighten. "B-but we c-can't . . ."

It was such a sad sight to see him trembling. The stress was claiming his body. "He is right. . . And I don't want him to be in the same room as my father," Gilbert muttered, a crease adorning his forehead. "He will be furious when I am talking to him. Raivis and Noah don't need to witness that."

Toris stared at the Albino, "But who will take care of the t –"

"Gilbert! Oh mon dieu, is it really you?!" The new voice rang through the hall. Two new persons approached us before I could fully turn around. The sound of their nearing steps faded upon seeing us. While Raivis and Noah hid behind me and Toris, Gilbert greeted them with a warm smile. The tall blonde man who had earlier called him embraced him in a rather affected manner. "I was so worried about you."

Gilbert's mouth formed a smiled as he clapped the man's shoulder, "Thank you, but don't fear. I am all right Francis."

"I am glad you are not hurt," another sweet voice spoke. It was a blonde woman who had accompanied Francis. Her facial features were oddly familiar. Green eyes, blonde hair and an extreme gentle smile.

"Thank you, your Ladyship," Gilbert bowed. It was uncommon to witness him behaving in such a way. Despite his humorous character, the man knew when to show proper manners. The tense situation, in which we were in, must have increased the urge to be serious. He did not want to be considered childish in front of his father.

The Lady's eyes caught mine as I mustered her. The familiarity was unsettling me. I felt movements behind me and diverted my sight towards the two boys. Raivis was staring at the ground but Noah . . . was watching the strange woman with intensity. His green eyes held shock, confusion and hope.

. . .

Could it be?

She seemed to have noticed mine and the boys eyeing and concentrated on Noah. Her eyes widened for moment before she slowly walked towards him. "Hello," she said softly. Her knees brushed the floor as she sat down. "What is your name?"

"N-Noah."

His eyes faced the ground. With coloured cheeks, the boy shifted his body from one foot to the other.

"That's a beautiful name, for such a cute boy," she smiled widely, "tell me Noah, how old are you?"

His eyes shot up and watched her again, "T-Twelve."

My sense told me that both of them were related. It was obvious: They were siblings, although none of them uttered those words, the two knew it.

"Where have you grown up?"

Her question seemed bold but she was curious; curious about her little brother's life before she knew of his existence. "By the shore in a little house. . . My brother and I live together," he answered in a whisper.

"A brother? So you had someone to care for you?"

Her smile grew; she seemed to be pleased to know about her new family members. "Where is he now?"

"In prison. He is a pirate," Gilbert replied quietly.

"Oh. . . "

Her face was blank before a scowl dominated her once gentle face. "How could he have left his children to tend for themselves," she muttered darkly to herself. She did not expect anyone to hear her spoken thoughts however, we all had listened carefully.

"Emma?" Francis asked.

"I will take care of the two while you attend the King's meeting," the Lady suggested. Even though she was not aware of the topic of the conversation we will have with the King, she wanted to help us. Gilbert agreed with a quick nod. He looked at me before saying that she had a heart with children. I had no objections, my instinct told me to trust her.

"Come."

She took the children's hands – who did not deny her request – causing Raivis to quickly look back at me. I gave him a nod, signalling my approval. He should not be worried. The other man followed her, glancing back a few times. They had not questioned who we were; they knew it was an emergency. Both would be informed later of the upcoming war.

"Your Royal Highness?" The guard opened the door. "Her Majesty is awaiting you."

The room was grand; the lightning increased its glory. Other guards were placed on the sides next to pillars which supported the painted roof. Gilbert's eyes did not focus on the details of the throne room but on the man who sat on the pompous chair. It was seven days since both had seen each other. Somehow the King's expression displayed a displeasing mood. His frown deepened upon our arrival.

"Father, I have a request."

Translation:

Oh mon dieu – Oh my God

[A/N: Belgium and Luxembourg are united :D while others got separated, others found their family :D. And I am sorry for the "The 100" reference xD I love it :D]