[Part 5] Pirate!UK x Modern!US part 11
anonymous
February 4 2012, 20:37:44 UTC
“Very well, I will tell no one. Unless something happens where Lord Spain must be told.”
“No! Nonoo nononononono. Not Spain he he torment- argh. Forgive me for the panic attack it is just the way I felt, and some of the things I thought during this time, as well as my… My feelings for other representatives during this time has surfaced as it is applicable once more. I think and you see I … Spain had been harsh with my sister for a long while, including during this time.” Alfred responded, letting the human go.
“Who colonized you?” the doctor asked curiously.
“England did. During this time I was… Am quite shy of the nations who were coming into me and my siblings’ lands as they are so strong and so different from what we knew… He approached me on his own and spoke to me. He was- will be kind… After a fashion. I still care and love him very much, and with” Alfred shook his head, trying to clear it “Me back in this time it is bring back certain… habits and that sort of thing back.”
“Such as?” the doctor prompted.
“Obeying England… But I-I am not the same person now as I was then… Err in the time I am from. Or at least I think I am not the same.” Alfred answered, slightly upset.
The doctor had someone fetch Alfred something to eat and drink. While the teen ate, he watched to doctor go about her daily routine. After an hour of Alfred waking up, Spain and England appeared and were glowering at one another. /I wonder what they’ve been arguing about now. I hope they resolve it soon./ America wondered with a mental sigh.
“Doctor, is Alfred well?” Spain queried.
“He is in perfect health, however he will need to rest for the rest of the day to be back to full strength, Lord Spain.” The doctor replied truthfully.
“Very well, as those who were dispatched have not come back yet, and have yet to send a message, Alfred you will rest here.”
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The first sounds Alfred heard were highly incongruous to what they should have been. He heard the muffled sounds of shouting, and moving on wood and the slap of water against a ship. He smelled ocean water, somewhere in the Atlantic, though Alfred wasn’t completely sure. Opening his eyes he saw… Darkness, permeated on the far left hand side on the ceiling by a square of light, revealing part of a ship’s staircase. The characteristic rocking was also there disorienting at first, but Alfred quickly regained his sea-legs. He was in a cell, on a ship that was going somewhere. /Oh shit I’ve been kidnapped. I wonder if England grabbed me, or whoever it was that attacked the mansion… Unless Arthur really was behind that as well./
America heard someone coming down the stairs, but their legs blocked the light so Alfred could not see whoever it was. He (the person was most likely male due to the time period and where Alfred was being held) was carrying a bright candle that was temporarily blinding to the teen. Alfred was quite surprised as to who it was.
It was…
France? Before Alfred could do more than stare in shock and confusion (France? Of all the random nations?) The Frenchman spoke, the older version of the language converting fairly well in the American’s head after a few sentences. Fortunately France seemed to have noticed the temporary lack of understanding and patiently repeated what he said “Are you Spain’s new paramour? You certainly are quite pretty. Not as gorgeous as Big Brother, but lovely enough.”
“I - Spain’s-you. NO! No I am not Spain’s lover why oh why did you ever get that impression?!” Alfred spluttered in outrage.
“But ma cherie you do love someone with all of your heart, a personification such as me. And you have for quite a while, even by ze standards of my kind.” France kindly rebutted, “Young one, I am the nation of love. I can tell about these kinds of things. And now I see that you admit it, even to yourself.”
[Part 5] Pirate!UK x Modern!US part 12
anonymous
February 4 2012, 20:40:23 UTC
Alfred went crimson at France’s insinuation. Yes he did love a… Certain nation, and had for most of his life. But he was neither in the right time, or place. And even if he did get back to his own time, there was little chance of him ever working up the courage to tell his-his crush. With a great effort of will, he summoned the goofy/idiotic side of his personality (which always ALWAYS seemed to be at its worst when a… Certain nation who may or may not be the one who had his heart, was around. He was not entirely sure why he turned into such a spaz) He was about to speak when France cut him off with a gesture.
“Mon petit, how about I cast a little spell, hmm? One that will ensure that you will be rescued by ze one whom you care so much for. However you cannot act upon your amorous gratitude, but you will be allowed a chance for ‘im to get to know you much better than he does now. The one who holds your heart may even fall for you as well. There is one catch ‘owever, if you and your amore are not from the same country, region or time, once you both ‘ave had a taste of the fullness of your love, ze one who is farthest from ‘ome will be sent back instantly. So, you will be able to ‘ave your love, for however brief a time, my time traveling friend and you will go back to where and when you belong. Or rather, where you were before you ended up in zis time.” France stated brightly.
“Why, why would you do that? Why not just send me back to my time? How do you know I am not from this time? And what do you mean by ‘taste of the fullness of your love’?” Alfred demanded. France in this time was apparently a horrendous bastard for offering something like that, even if he could get back (not that he entirely believed the Frenchman) to his own time.
“Ah, when you arrived a few months ago, all of us powerfully magical nations felt it. Big Brother, Russia, the Celtic nations, Finland, Denmark, The Netherlands and China felt you arrive. Time travel is rare, yes but not impossible. It has happened before and it will happen again… As for the way to get you home, I was not one of ze nations responsible for bringing you here, so in order to get you back, ze time travel has to be woven into part of another spell in order to work. I studied the wards you were given while you were sleeping, and the spell I told you about is one of the only ways I can help you get home. As for your final question, worry not when the time comes, your love will… take charge.” France explained, the smirk on his face becoming lascivious at the end.
“I am guessing that you would not just drop me off at one of the personification’s lands that inadvertently sent me here and try to find them, would you?” Alfred requested weakly. At France’s too amused negation, the North American sighed unhappily and almost acquiesced before thinking a few questions “This spell, apart from forcing the object of my affections to rescue me, will it cause them to… To do or say or feel anything else?”
“Non, it will not make the object of your affections love you. In the event that he or she does not fall for you, two years after your rescue, you will be sent home. However you will not be able to discourage any feelings, ze spell will not let you. And yes, they will remember you, whether they fall for you or not. So, shall we get on to it, little one?” France answered honestly. “And as for dropping you of somewhere in one of the other’s lands… That is a more difficult task in these times unless one of us is on official business.”
“…Fine then, cast your spell.” Alfred acquiesced quietly.
“Ze spell will work best while you are asleep, but apart from that I will require nothing else from you.” France stated. Then murmured something and America was out.
Several hours later Alfred woke up, and felt… The same as normal. /I wonder if France actually cast the spell./ America thought, mildly curious. If France did then, yay emotional rollercoaster impending if not, he was fairly certain he could talk France into letting him go… Whether or not Alfred had to reveal his strength in order to get to a magical nation to France was another matter entirely.
He heard movements and… Was that Spain coming towards him with a candle? That… That’s weird… “Err Hello?”
Re: [Part 5] Pirate!UK x Modern!US part 12
anonymous
February 4 2012, 23:35:51 UTC
Yay! I was very happy to see you put up more! America hiding behind England like a tiny colony made me smile. I can't believe France found him.lol I wonder how he managed that, though it seems he is powerful magically too in this period. Now England will be compelled to come rescue him, bwhahah! There goes America's hero image, being rescued like some damsel in distress. Thanks for the quick updates~
Re: [Part 5] Pirate!UK x Modern!US part 12
anonymous
February 5 2012, 05:28:09 UTC
I love usuk, but I was really enjoying Romano, Spain, and America together. Such an unusual group, but delightful to watch. I think if America ends up with pirate!England, he'll end up feeling guilty about all those Spanish galleons England liked to rob.
“No! Nonoo nononononono. Not Spain he he torment- argh. Forgive me for the panic attack it is just the way I felt, and some of the things I thought during this time, as well as my… My feelings for other representatives during this time has surfaced as it is applicable once more. I think and you see I … Spain had been harsh with my sister for a long while, including during this time.” Alfred responded, letting the human go.
“Who colonized you?” the doctor asked curiously.
“England did. During this time I was… Am quite shy of the nations who were coming into me and my siblings’ lands as they are so strong and so different from what we knew… He approached me on his own and spoke to me. He was- will be kind… After a fashion. I still care and love him very much, and with” Alfred shook his head, trying to clear it “Me back in this time it is bring back certain… habits and that sort of thing back.”
“Such as?” the doctor prompted.
“Obeying England… But I-I am not the same person now as I was then… Err in the time I am from. Or at least I think I am not the same.” Alfred answered, slightly upset.
The doctor had someone fetch Alfred something to eat and drink. While the teen ate, he watched to doctor go about her daily routine. After an hour of Alfred waking up, Spain and England appeared and were glowering at one another. /I wonder what they’ve been arguing about now. I hope they resolve it soon./ America wondered with a mental sigh.
“Doctor, is Alfred well?” Spain queried.
“He is in perfect health, however he will need to rest for the rest of the day to be back to full strength, Lord Spain.” The doctor replied truthfully.
“Very well, as those who were dispatched have not come back yet, and have yet to send a message, Alfred you will rest here.”
=-=-=
The first sounds Alfred heard were highly incongruous to what they should have been. He heard the muffled sounds of shouting, and moving on wood and the slap of water against a ship. He smelled ocean water, somewhere in the Atlantic, though Alfred wasn’t completely sure. Opening his eyes he saw… Darkness, permeated on the far left hand side on the ceiling by a square of light, revealing part of a ship’s staircase. The characteristic rocking was also there disorienting at first, but Alfred quickly regained his sea-legs. He was in a cell, on a ship that was going somewhere. /Oh shit I’ve been kidnapped. I wonder if England grabbed me, or whoever it was that attacked the mansion… Unless Arthur really was behind that as well./
America heard someone coming down the stairs, but their legs blocked the light so Alfred could not see whoever it was. He (the person was most likely male due to the time period and where Alfred was being held) was carrying a bright candle that was temporarily blinding to the teen. Alfred was quite surprised as to who it was.
It was…
France? Before Alfred could do more than stare in shock and confusion (France? Of all the random nations?) The Frenchman spoke, the older version of the language converting fairly well in the American’s head after a few sentences. Fortunately France seemed to have noticed the temporary lack of understanding and patiently repeated what he said “Are you Spain’s new paramour? You certainly are quite pretty. Not as gorgeous as Big Brother, but lovely enough.”
“I - Spain’s-you. NO! No I am not Spain’s lover why oh why did you ever get that impression?!” Alfred spluttered in outrage.
“But ma cherie you do love someone with all of your heart, a personification such as me. And you have for quite a while, even by ze standards of my kind.” France kindly rebutted, “Young one, I am the nation of love. I can tell about these kinds of things. And now I see that you admit it, even to yourself.”
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“Mon petit, how about I cast a little spell, hmm? One that will ensure that you will be rescued by ze one whom you care so much for. However you cannot act upon your amorous gratitude, but you will be allowed a chance for ‘im to get to know you much better than he does now. The one who holds your heart may even fall for you as well. There is one catch ‘owever, if you and your amore are not from the same country, region or time, once you both ‘ave had a taste of the fullness of your love, ze one who is farthest from ‘ome will be sent back instantly. So, you will be able to ‘ave your love, for however brief a time, my time traveling friend and you will go back to where and when you belong. Or rather, where you were before you ended up in zis time.” France stated brightly.
“Why, why would you do that? Why not just send me back to my time? How do you know I am not from this time? And what do you mean by ‘taste of the fullness of your love’?” Alfred demanded. France in this time was apparently a horrendous bastard for offering something like that, even if he could get back (not that he entirely believed the Frenchman) to his own time.
“Ah, when you arrived a few months ago, all of us powerfully magical nations felt it. Big Brother, Russia, the Celtic nations, Finland, Denmark, The Netherlands and China felt you arrive. Time travel is rare, yes but not impossible. It has happened before and it will happen again… As for the way to get you home, I was not one of ze nations responsible for bringing you here, so in order to get you back, ze time travel has to be woven into part of another spell in order to work. I studied the wards you were given while you were sleeping, and the spell I told you about is one of the only ways I can help you get home. As for your final question, worry not when the time comes, your love will… take charge.” France explained, the smirk on his face becoming lascivious at the end.
“I am guessing that you would not just drop me off at one of the personification’s lands that inadvertently sent me here and try to find them, would you?” Alfred requested weakly. At France’s too amused negation, the North American sighed unhappily and almost acquiesced before thinking a few questions “This spell, apart from forcing the object of my affections to rescue me, will it cause them to… To do or say or feel anything else?”
“Non, it will not make the object of your affections love you. In the event that he or she does not fall for you, two years after your rescue, you will be sent home. However you will not be able to discourage any feelings, ze spell will not let you. And yes, they will remember you, whether they fall for you or not. So, shall we get on to it, little one?” France answered honestly. “And as for dropping you of somewhere in one of the other’s lands… That is a more difficult task in these times unless one of us is on official business.”
“…Fine then, cast your spell.” Alfred acquiesced quietly.
“Ze spell will work best while you are asleep, but apart from that I will require nothing else from you.” France stated. Then murmured something and America was out.
Several hours later Alfred woke up, and felt… The same as normal. /I wonder if France actually cast the spell./ America thought, mildly curious. If France did then, yay emotional rollercoaster impending if not, he was fairly certain he could talk France into letting him go… Whether or not Alfred had to reveal his strength in order to get to a magical nation to France was another matter entirely.
He heard movements and… Was that Spain coming towards him with a candle? That… That’s weird… “Err Hello?”
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