Pirate England x Portugal: Friend, foe or ally?
Chapter 4 : what is the most important for you
Hello everyone ! How are you doing ?
Finally my summer job ended the other day ! x) I have plenty ideas for other stories which may be written in French/English or Portuguese/English~ anyway, here is a little transition chapter before my 5th and last chapter I'm writing now...My writing may be too long, I apologize if it is the case. Please enjoy this chapter ! ^^ If you have any question nor request please let me know onegai ^^
Pay attention, this chapter may contain YAOI hints or in other words men love. Don't like, don't read. It is soft hints however. For te others enjoy !
Arthur paced. He was furious. How those bastards dare to defy him? If it wasn't for the kids…He sighed. Only god knew why America decided to disobey him that time and managed to sneak into his ship with his tiny brother. Furthermore he could feel relieved that the brat wasn't seriously injured. Alfred was already recovered a few days later, the kid was strong.
Still Captain Kirkland remained mad, mad at himself. How could he possibly loose to the Prussian wanker and miserably sink. He remembered nothing else before waking up in his room at America's. Marianna accepted to stay taking care of his wounds and the tiny Hong Kong while Alfred was keeping on with the "I don't need to be nurse anymore, I'm big enough to care for myself and I'm going to become a great inventor " idea or whatever. When Arthur woke up Joao was already gone to discover the world, and running after wealth. Maybe he would bring a colony or two with him…meanwhile Arthur was "negotiating" Canada's guard. He swore that after making Francis sign the contract, he would follow Portugal path through the way to India to become even more powerful that he was already. After all he was an empire, in the way of becoming….
A knock at his door made the pirate jump back to reality. He took a deep breath before saying:
"Come in…"
Hey Arthur I miss you so muuuuuch…hic!
….
Look, look what I brought you, some alcohol from Brazil!
The Portuguese navigator was clinging on the astonished British pirate.
What the hell…?
Oh come on…your friend, after saving your life brought you a present, shouldn't you be happy? hic! at least... Taste it, it's…it's…maravilhoso ! (wonderfull)
England sighed.
- For god sake…where have you been Joao? And above all, why are you drunk ?
Arthur would push him back in aim to stop the Portuguese clinging and clutching on him if he hadn't met the nation blue-grey look. He didn't seem drunk at all. But what caught his attention was the scar across the right eye of the young man. At that instant he remembered. On the Spanish wanker ship, while he was struggling against Gilbert hands, when he met the Portuguese worried look, that bastard took advantage of the moment to do this to his own brother…England was feeling guilty for the first time in years, this scar was because of him.
What is it Arthur? Drink a bit, it won't kill you!
He giggled then smirked. While England would take the bottle to drink, Joao whispered in his ear "apanhei-te" (got you)
Hum? What's the matter…?
Arthur cough and let the bottle drop to the floor when the Portuguese tackled him and kissed him, making both fall on the bed beside them. Arthur blushed.
What do you think you are doing you idiot…?
Portugal saw the British was so embarrassed that he couldn't even look at him in the eyes.
You are red, have you got any fever captain…? He joked.
Shut up already and let me go.
Why? You did wait for me didn't you? Look at me.
Let me go Joao nor….
Portugal took the nation chin and with the other hold the gentleman wrists.
Tell me now to let you go. Then I'll leave, it's simple as that…
Arthur's emerald eyes sank into the burning eyes of Joao. Not a word would get through his throat. The Portuguese wasn't serious about this of course.
What do you want?
You know what I want Mr Kirkland…let's make an alliance.
What …?
Isn't it an offer enough interesting? Otherwise, I always can leave and carrying about my own business…
Portugal let the wrists alone and did a mimic to leave the Brit' there. It was all bluff but Arthur thought at the moment he was tricked.
Wait. Is it true….you came back with a little nation called Brazil? Did he become yours?
The Portuguese face become expressionless.
No. I don't own him nor anything Kirkland. I respect him and we need each other. He is….a new brother for me.
I see. A new brother that makes you wealthy, right? Arthur giggled while the Portuguese was coming near his face.
Maybe, but we could be both wealthy?
So hum…let's sign a treaty, shall we?
England tried to pull himself up but it was like trying to struggle against a big rock. Joao grinned.
Let the treaty for tomorrow….because if you want me to share my fortune with you, you better accept my condition that is…marriage.
Like Union forever…?
England laugh loudly for some minutes.
What an irony! To think that when I found you…
Yes?
Portugal was already unbuttoning Arthur's shirt and unlacing the gentleman silk scarf. Arthur sighed; he thought to himself that having a pact with Portugal was more than interesting. Moreover he was indebted to his so called "lover for a night" and "friend" … for his own life. He never thought a captain should know how to swim, it sound so ridiculous at his ears before. Even with those arguments he also had to admit reluctantly that he felt something for the nation, he just couldn't figure out what it could be.
Whatever.
Say it.
What?
Say it.
No.
…. I remember well the first time we met and the look you gave me that time…
But I don't.
Joao sighed and gave him an insistent look.
Don't get the wrong idea, I just wanted…
Joao gave him a long and passionate kiss (until both beg for air to breath)
You'll pay for that Joao you know that right?
Probably. But I don't care. Tonight, you are mine Arthur Kirkland.
~ On these words we'll only say that they enjoyed themselves until next morning~
Let's sign that damn treaty of Windsor at once!
Arthur was pissed off and greatly embarrassed at the same time. That made laugh the Portuguese.
Arthur was thinking he needn't any friend. He already had pixies, unicorn, his colonies and his men around him. Why the hell he'd accept some treaty with this creep, what was he thinking last night? The alcohol was the culprit, it must have been.
Oy Arthur~
What do you want you wanker? I'm busy here. I need to send this to the queen so sign quickly please.
The Portuguese grinned.
I just wanted to inform you, call me Henrique for now on. I become Henrique the navigator, the country of discoveries.
Arthur rolled his eyes.
Portugal was thinking "He may not notice now but he will lose everything he has gotten until now. Little America is not any little anymore. Alfred is growing up way faster than Arthur could imagine. Little america was already thinking about his own little revolution and if he gets to influence the British colonies, it could be the end of the British Empire.
He, Joao, as a nation and as a man, hoped to be there for his friend when it would happen.