Ooh! Another chapter! :D

First, shout-out to all the folks who reviewed/added this to fav. stories or story alert/read it: THANK YOU SO MUCH! -tips hat- Much appreciated. So I'm going to dedicate this chapter to all of y'all [even if it is a bit on the sucky side. Sorry about that!] I will say upfront, there is a few bits in here that I, um, borrowed from Pirates of the Caribbean...-shifty eyes- anyway...let's get on with it!

Disclaimer: Again, I don't own Hetalia.

"The captain requests your presence at dinner, Mister Kiku." Kiku looked up from his spot in the hold where he was currently being kept. It really shouldn't have been a surprise to Kiku that a ship of this size came with a holding cell.

"Tell your captain that his request has been denied." The men who had been sent to retrieve Kiku sniggered.

"I don't think you understand, Mister Kiku, what we mean by 'request' is you will be at dinner with our captain. So I suggest you cooperate with us or it will not go very well for you, Mister Kiku." the taller of the two men growled. Kiku gave a heavy sigh, if he wanted to get out of this alive; he was going to have to cooperate to some extent. Slowly he got to his feet.

"Excellent, I'm glad that you see it our way." The taller one sneered as Kiku exited his cell, eyes downcast.

"Just one more thing Mister Kiku…the captain also asks that you wear this to dinner." The shorter of the goons snickered as he held up a light pink kimono, taken straight from Mei Mei's trousseau; Kiku glared as he snatched it out of the other man's grasp. He would wear the damn thing and have dinner with that…that bastard. He would give in for now until he could think of way to take his revenge.

Kiku lost count of how many times he had clenched his fists on the way to the captain's quarters. Apparently to get to their destination, they had to go through the galley where the rest of the crew was having dinner. He grew furious as he thought of the leering and crude remarks they had tossed at him as he was led through. How dare this pirate make a mockery of him!

"Come along, ahh, Mister Kiku, the captain's quarters is right here." The taller man sneered before knocking at the large mahogany door.

"Captain Kirkland! Your guest has arrived!" The tall man opened the door and violently pushed Kiku inside before leaving. He could hear the loud braying of the two men's laughter.

The room was large, that was to be expected. There was a carved desk in one corner; across from it was a crimson damask chaise. Along one wall was a long, low bookcase; expensive knickknacks were arranged tastefully on top. Across from the bookcase was a low cabinet; next to the desk was another door, which Kiku guessed led to the captain's bedchambers. The room was swathed in crimson and gold coverings and the furniture was all of rich mahogany and above the cabinet was a full-length portrait of Captain Kirkland. And speaking of the captain…Captain Kirkland was seated in a carved, high-backed chair at a medium-sized table in the center of the room. He was still dressed in the same clothes as earlier, the only major difference was the hat was no longer perched jauntily on his head but posed on a marble bust; allowing Kiku to get a good look at the captain's face.

"Ah, Kiku, so kind of you to join me for dinner. You look lovely." Capt. Kirkland's expression was one of extreme arrogance and Kiku wanted nothing more than to punch it. Giving the blond a look that would have killed a weaker man, Kiku sat down across from the captain. The drink ware had to be of the most expensive crystal (probably stolen); the only difference between Kiku's place setting and Capt. Kirkland's setting is that instead of the sterling silver Western utensils, there was a pair of gold lacquered chopsticks. Once Kiku was comfortably situated, Capt. Kirkland snapped his fingers and two members of the crew entered the room with trays laden with fine china dishes (also stolen) filled with food as well as two bottles of rum. Once the food had been placed accordingly, Capt. Kirkland snapped his fingers again, signaling to the two men to take their leave, leaving Kiku alone with the captain.

"Rum, Kiku?" Capt. Kirkland asked, picking up the bottle and pouring a decent amount into his own glass. Kiku glared at him before carefully picking up his chopsticks. Kirkland merely smiled, pouring a bit of rum into the smaller man's glass.

"I hope you enjoy dinner…I asked the cook to try and prepare something to suit your tastes." Kiku didn't respond, only picking up a piece of meat and biting into it. The meat was very tender but the sauce managed to overpower the taste of the meat. Kirkland watched Kiku intently, taking a sip of his rum.

"Those chopsticks you're using? I picked them up in Singapore off an exiled Chinese magistrate. Paid far less than what they were worth, let me tell you. Practically stole it from him." Kiku glowered at Kirkland at that last part. Kirkland simply smirked.

"So I take it you're not much for conversation, huh?" Kiku shot another fierce look in his direction. "That's alright. I didn't bring you here for talking anyway, but I assume you'll open up to me in a bit." Kiku set his chopsticks down angrily.

"What do you want of me, pirate?" He spat. Kirkland grinned, there was something about the other man's defiance and anger that made him so appealing.

"Temper, temper, Kiku. That's no way to speak to your gracious host. I expected better manners from someone of your up bringing. You are the emperor's brother, after all." Kiku felt his blood boil at the mention of his brother. He stood up from the table and slammed his fists on the table; Kirkland looked unfazed.

"Do not speak of my brother!" The captain gave a slight scoff before telling Kiku to sit down.

"No! I will no longer cooperate with this! Tell me what you want of me or better yet, just let me go before I kill you!" Before Kiku had even realized what happened, Capt. Kirkland had risen from his seat and had crossed over to his side before grabbing Kiku's wrist and roughly turning Kiku to face him.

"Now, listen you," Kirkland snarled, "don't you ever, ever threaten me again or I will separate your pretty little head from your pretty little neck. That is a promise right there, love. Second, I'm pretty sure your question was already answered earlier when I told you that I was relieving your ship of its riches. I said I was taking all the treasures on the ship and that, love, includes you." Kiku tried to remove himself from the other man's grasp but Kirkland had an iron grip on his wrist; Kirkland merely forced Kiku closer to him.

"From this day on, you are now my possession. You belong to me and only me, alright?" Kiku shook his head and tried to escape the blonde's clutches. Tiring of his struggling, Kirkland raised his hand and struck Kiku sharply across the face, stunning him. Kirkland grabbed his face and leaned in close to his ear.

"Listen to me Kiku…you may struggle, you may rebel, you may try and fight back, but know this: I always get what I want in the end. And what I want, is you. I will break you down if I have to, love, so consider yourself warned." Kiku stared at the captain with a look of utter loathing; he didn't think it was possibly to detest someone as much as he hated Captain Kirkland. Not caring about his lack of response, Kirkland began dragging Kiku towards the door.

"Come on, I'm taking you to your new quarters, where you'll be staying for the remainder of our journey or until you behave enough to sleep in here. Don't get any ideas about trying to escape, though. Door's going to be locked and there will be guards posted outside at all times, love."

Wow, got a wee bit violent up in there! I'm going to try and have the next chapter up by Saturday, hopefully it'll be a bit longer. Again, thanks for reading! Y'all rock!