[Part 5] Pirate!UK x Modern!US part 13
anonymous
February 7 2012, 21:04:13 UTC
“Francis told me about you getting rescued by your love Alfred. And that you are one of us from the future. Where are you from, anyways? You are very young.” Antonio questioned conversationally.
“I… I see no reason why I should tell you that, to be honest. If I tell you, who knows how it could affect things Spain.” America rebuffed.
“How are you even able to understand, much less communicate with us Alfred?”
“I have always had a gift of languages, as many different people have moved to my lands over the centuries. Am I going to be let out of this cell, or do I have to wait for my gallant rescuer to come save me from the perverted France and his evil henchman Spain?”
“You are feeling quite sardonic this morning Alfred, I wonder why.” Spain remarked lightly.
“Weelll Let’s see, I woke up earlier and found that I had been kidnapped and was told the only way I could get home (unless I find one of the nations who sent me here and can convince them that I am from the future and to send me back) that he could provide is if I get rescued by the personification that I… I love, and for them to either fall in love with me and after something specific happens (what I am not entirely sure) I get sent back to where I had been when I got sent here, or I wait for two years after my dauntless champion rescues me from France’s unseemly clutches I get sent back. In either situation my valiant savior will most likely remember me and I have not the slightest clue what will happen then.” Alfred grumped, not in any mood to be the slightest bit cheerful.
“So, how is our guest?” France asked, coming over with a couple of plates of food.
“Extremely irritated.” Spain replied, taking one plate and starting to eat with obvious relish. “Your cooking is as good as ever, my friend.”
“I thank you for your compliment. Alfred would you like something to eat?” France asked conversationally.
Alfred stared up at France, and stated “You put a love spell on me after knocking me unconscious, never mind the-” Alfred cut himself off, nations could go without food for much longer than their ‘children’ but starving was not much fun, so he quietly accepted the dish through the bars of his cell. “Are you going to let me out, or am I going to have to wait to be rescued. Or get bored enough to break through these bars.”
France raised an eyebrow “Zat cell can hold any nation I have placed in it, and I have had to put several nations in there for various reasons. I do not see how you, little one, will pull them apart.”
“So you believe that this cage can hold me? Care to make a wager? If I get though, you will leave me alone, if I do not, I will tell you which nation will… Rescue me… Deal?” America offered, eyes shining innocently.
“Very well, I accept your gamble.” France stated. Not even a heartbeat after the Frenchman accepted, did Alfred start to bend the bars of his cage. America did not like being imprisoned without cause and with his strength, made short work of the bars. France hit the younger nation with another sleep spell, chained the teen so he could not get the leverage to use his extraordinary strength, fixed the bars and intensified the magics that kept the beings he put in there, to stay, not matter what they tried to do to get out.
“That is cheating France he has every right to refuse to answer your questions when he wakes.” Spain commented.
“Ah, but if he got out himself, the spell I placed on ‘im earlier would be rendered useless. It is not wise for one of our kind to linger in ze wrong time, as you very well know.” France reminded.
“Yes, but did you have to choose that method? What was your reasoning behind it,, could you not have sent him directly home?” Spain prodded his friend “It is not like you to torment young ones, Francis.”
“His wards are quite thorough. Do you really believe that I would want … But do you know who he loves? It is obvious to Big Brother.”
“No, no I do not. Who is it?”
“Ah, my dear friend, you may wish to leave soon. I have been fighting that particular nation for centuries longer and know how to get away. And he getting annoyed with you already.”
[Part 5] Pirate!UK x Modern!US part 14
anonymous
February 7 2012, 21:07:58 UTC
Spain could name several nations who did not like him at all (at least for now) because of political or personality differences. But his boss would be furious if he got beat up because he involved himself unnecessarily in one of France’s antics, uneasy allies(ish) or not. “Very well my friend, but do not get hurt overmuch. Prussia will laugh at you. Again.” Spain sighed. Now he had to come up with something plausible for his little tomato so he would not worry about his friend. Perhaps the truth as his younger brother time traveled into the future recently.
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When Alfred woke up this time, he was severely aggravated. Stewing in his irritation, he mentally grumbled /Damn it, that’s the third time that man has had me rendered unconscious magically. I am really starting to hate magic. Or France. Oh great, I am starting to talk like England. Not that that is a-… Oh that is just *perfect* my colony habits seem to be firmly in place. And emotions… Some of them anyways. That was a really, really loud sound. What am I directly below a cannon?/ and jumped as a loud booming sound blasted from what sounded (and felt to the startled young nation) like it was coming from directly overhead. Soon there was shouting, and gunshots and the sound of sword on sword and sword on flesh. /Yay. I wonder if it is my chivalrous savior, or someone who France pissed off. Or both. Oh look, someone is coming. Hopefully they will be able to get me unchained from the floor, wood is uncomfortable to lay on for extended periods of time and the manacles are cold./
A rough, accented (to Alfred) voice asked curiously in English “Are ye dead?”
“No, France is just being a huge bastard.” Alfred answered, fully ready to sulk at his rather ridiculous predicament.
“… How do ye know that France is on this ship?” the English pirate asked, startled.
“Because he decided to kidnap me, put a love spell on me, and then watch what happens. I did not like that idea, so he chained me to the floor so I cannot move an inch.” America grumped, this stunk.
“… I will get me captain. He might be able to free ye before that letch does something to ye. Not that I can blame ‘im, you are lovely.” The pirate replied.
/… Did I just get hit on by a fifteenth century pirate? … I didn’t even exist (I don’t think) in this time and… England?/ America thought as the pirate left, and then returned with someone very familiar.
“… Were ye not in Spain’s hands last I saw ye?” England probed, wondering why the young magical being was on the frog’s ship with Antonio nowhere near. The Spaniard had seemed quite protective when he first met the intriguing being a few days ago.
A long-suffering sigh and a reply “France wanted to kidnap me because he thought I was ‘interesting’. Spain does know I am here and decided to let France do what he wanted with me. I tried and nearly succeeded in escaping from this cell when France hit me with some sort of spell and I woke up about an hour ago like this.”
“… Do things like this happen to ye often?”
“No, not really. Could you please let me out of here?”
“If ye agree to be a member of me crew, then fine. I will be wanting to know more about ye.”
… A pirate? Ugh, heroes were not usually pirates but… “What would you have me do?”
“It depends, we recently lost our chef in a skirmish. Can ye cook?”
“Yes, I can cook, fairly well as a matter of fact.” Alfred answered truthfully. He had taken courses fairly recently because he had wanted to eat more healthfully. Hamburgers would always be awesome, but he didn’t eat them (or pizza or ice cream) all the time. He’d convinced North Italy to show him how to make pasta, but then he had been sent several hundred years into the past. He would really not want to be anywhere near England (especially as he seemed to be entrenched in colonial habits and the older nation would most likely catch on very quickly… But he really wanted to get home, and England was one of the ones who had sent him here in the first place and France had mentioned that time travel was known to the nations as possible, but rare.)
[Part 5] Pirate!UK x Modern!US part 15
anonymous
February 7 2012, 21:13:45 UTC
“Very well then. Ye look fairly strong anyways and another general hand would not be terrible.” England responded. He wanted to question the being about his origins (and why the teen had his, his brother’s magic and others protecting him as the Brit would have recognized the teen) among other things, but decided to get him free of the bloody frog’s clutches before that pervert did something to the rather adorable teen.
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France had not expected England, his horrible little brother, to suddenly appear and harass him. Of course he should have expected it. Rosbif always did show up at the most inopportune times. He had wanted to see who had captured the young nation’s heart. Big brother was seventy-five percent certain that the lapin in the cell was a nation. Probably one of the New World. If ‘Alfred’s’ love was another New World nation, it was likely that he or she was a small child, if they even existed, and would be unable to rescue him. France in that case, would be there to gently console and cheer up the blue eyed belle not that the teen would like being called that, France was fairly sure… though to see the very innocent (the love spell to send the teen home was not the only one he had used) youth splutter at him, pinned and lovely in his anger and embarrassed blush… /I should really pay attention before Rosbif decides to take Alfred away, simply to take something of Big Brothers to taunt me wi… Mon Dieu! What if that adorable teen fell in love with England and zat is why the green-eyed terror is after me? Non, non Alfred would never fall in love with someone as ‘orrible as Arthur. He does not strike me as a masochist./
France turned to face England, whom he had sensed earlier on board, and saw to his shock that he had ahold of Alfred and was taking the teen off of older brother’s ship and onto his own. The Frenchman raced after the duo and caught up to them. France and England both sensed part of whatever spell that was on Alfred, bring something out in the teen Francis had partially raised his sword to challenge Rosbif when he was side tackled, pinned and was being fiercely growled at by someone who had sky blue eyes and all of the intensity of a furiously protective colony.
A snarl, low and as deadly as nightshade was issued to France “Do not even think about hurting him. You took my twin, for a while at least, and you have hurt elder brother before. But I will not let you hurt him. Not as long as I have strength left to protect him.” The battle stilled as all those near the spot saw the tall but not very imposing teen easily take down the European nation and hiss… Something into France’s ear. What only France or the unknown teen knew (not even England heard, as Alfred had said it quietly and the battle had been raging during whatever it was that Alfred had said). All those present, heard an unusual sound emanate from the teen… It sounded similar to either a rumble of thunder, or an earthquake. When they looked at the teen, they swore they saw a pair of brown raptor wings on his back, and felt the intense heat of a desert summer roll off the teen in waves of combative anger.
England carefully approached the partially feral seeming magical teen and called softly, remembering how Alfred had responded to his voice in the past for reasons unknown “Alfred, you have done well in scaring the frog. Get off of him now he will not hurt me, or any of my crew.” Pausing for a moment, he signaled his crew with a sharp movement of one hand behind his back and they retreated to the Aether Rose. Their opponents let them without a fuss or a jeer, lest the what-ever-it-was attack them for making a sound. “Come on lad, up off of the git, you do not know where he has been recently. There now, that is good, well done Alfred, come on. Yes come with me. Do not growl at the French, they are not doing anything, nor can they.”
[Part 5] Pirate!UK x Modern!US part 16
anonymous
February 7 2012, 21:17:36 UTC
Alfred slowly, suspiciously got off of Francis and moved hesitantly towards Arthur, watching France’s crew for any false moves. The teen was perhaps five feet nearer (when Alfred had leapt at France, he had taken the Frenchman down a good twenty feet from the startled Brit) Alfred had apparently abruptly decided something and nearly materialized by Arthur’s side, hands gently prodding the older being, as if checking for injuries, cerulean eyes large and fretful. England petted America’s wheat blond hair, which seemed to sooth whatever the hell had activated the spell. Additionally the rather wild spark had vanished from Alfred’s eyes and the teen had yelped and jumped back in surprise, and shaking his head, as if trying to clear it.
England, wondering what sort of spell had made the teen so fidgety (he blamed the frog) and tentative around him sometimes, and at others so protective, clingy and open to him. It was really starting to bug Arthur, and one of the things that he was going to ask Alfred as soon as they were far enough from the damned frog (if the enchantments on the teen would allow him to explain. Another thing was, the teen’s… protectiveness/obedience was to him and to him alone and the teen had been near two other powerful empires when it had happened… It would bear further thought at a later date).
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America had been cooking for an hour (moving quickly as he’d been told when supper was and had no wish to face an angry, hungry crew of armed pirates) when he felt England enter the kitchen. The older nation had arrived soundlessly, and in a manner that indicated that the other wished to observe him when he felt that he was alone. So he continued, pretending to be oblivious to the newer occupant. Subconsciously Alfred had started to hum (something that he found that he did in the shower as well) while he worked to help pass the time.
After watching him for an eternity of ten minutes, England spoke “Who are you?”
Acting, in part, (as the North American had not expected the other to speak for some time) surprised, Alfred whipped around and stammered “C-capt-tain. I-I had n-not heard y-you come i-in.” The shock of the elder’s voice was intensified by the force of colonial instincts to stammer and cower before mighty Britannia crashed down on him /Holy shit Was I rea- no it is because I am hiding things from him. Ma-maybe I should ju-just tell him everything. My suzerain state will fi-fuck I had not realized… He’s talking I better listen!/
“I just came in.” England easily fibbed, then asked lightly “There be no reason to fear me, unless ye intend harm to me, me crew or me ship. Do ye?”
“N-no I do not i-intend harm Captain.” America responded, forcing himself to try not to stammer.
England decided not to comment on the fact that the teen was all but shaking (rather a lot like a colony who was hiding something from their empire and knew that they should tell…) at direct attention from him. “What were ye humming? I have not heard a song like that before. And ye did not answer me question. Who are ye?”
“It-it was something from my homeland. My n-name is Alfred.” America answered truthfully.
“I asked who ye were, not for a name.”
“I do not understand, could you rephrase the question?”
“What manner of magical creature are ye? And why do ye have traces of me and me idiot brothers’ magic on ye, among others?”
“… I have n-no idea what y-you are talking a-about C-captain.”
“Yes, ye do. Do not lie to me. Now why are ye stutter-” England started to ask, but he seemed to study the trembling teen and a dangerous smirk slowly made its’ way onto the older nation’s face. The theory would make sense, and he had felt something several months ago… Smirk widening, he stepped closer to the quivering teen and barked authoritatively “On yer knees colony! An’ ye will tell me yer name, who ye belong to and the region you are from. NOW!”
Re: [Part 5] Pirate!UK x Modern!US part 16
anonymous
February 7 2012, 23:29:16 UTC
Well, Arthur figured that out pretty quickly. Now what's he goign to do with that knowledge. I doubt America will willingly give up his secret because it could mess things up, but those colonial feelings throw a wrench into that theory. France cracked me up making a bet like that, and then losing it soundly. Spain was actually the voice of reason there.lol
Re: [Part 5] Pirate!UK x Modern!US part 16
anonymous
February 8 2012, 11:43:17 UTC
Are you going to explain why France is doing magic? Is the weird wings stuff with Alfred due to all the spells on him? Does America make decent food? LOL
Re: [Part 5] Pirate!UK x Modern!US part 16
anonymous
February 8 2012, 19:32:10 UTC
A!A Here, in the story, France put the spell on him in order to make sure Alfred could get to his proper time soonish. I think I already put that in there, put it might be kind of subtle. if not... Well France is going to show up again. The wings thing is is um.. You know england's Britannia angel form? It's headcanon of mine that Alfred has wings too, but they're eagle wings. And yes he does.
I haven't decided if Spain will show up again. (If he does, He is more than likely going to get captured by England)
“I… I see no reason why I should tell you that, to be honest. If I tell you, who knows how it could affect things Spain.” America rebuffed.
“How are you even able to understand, much less communicate with us Alfred?”
“I have always had a gift of languages, as many different people have moved to my lands over the centuries. Am I going to be let out of this cell, or do I have to wait for my gallant rescuer to come save me from the perverted France and his evil henchman Spain?”
“You are feeling quite sardonic this morning Alfred, I wonder why.” Spain remarked lightly.
“Weelll Let’s see, I woke up earlier and found that I had been kidnapped and was told the only way I could get home (unless I find one of the nations who sent me here and can convince them that I am from the future and to send me back) that he could provide is if I get rescued by the personification that I… I love, and for them to either fall in love with me and after something specific happens (what I am not entirely sure) I get sent back to where I had been when I got sent here, or I wait for two years after my dauntless champion rescues me from France’s unseemly clutches I get sent back. In either situation my valiant savior will most likely remember me and I have not the slightest clue what will happen then.” Alfred grumped, not in any mood to be the slightest bit cheerful.
“So, how is our guest?” France asked, coming over with a couple of plates of food.
“Extremely irritated.” Spain replied, taking one plate and starting to eat with obvious relish. “Your cooking is as good as ever, my friend.”
“I thank you for your compliment. Alfred would you like something to eat?” France asked conversationally.
Alfred stared up at France, and stated “You put a love spell on me after knocking me unconscious, never mind the-” Alfred cut himself off, nations could go without food for much longer than their ‘children’ but starving was not much fun, so he quietly accepted the dish through the bars of his cell. “Are you going to let me out, or am I going to have to wait to be rescued. Or get bored enough to break through these bars.”
France raised an eyebrow “Zat cell can hold any nation I have placed in it, and I have had to put several nations in there for various reasons. I do not see how you, little one, will pull them apart.”
“So you believe that this cage can hold me? Care to make a wager? If I get though, you will leave me alone, if I do not, I will tell you which nation will… Rescue me… Deal?” America offered, eyes shining innocently.
“Very well, I accept your gamble.” France stated. Not even a heartbeat after the Frenchman accepted, did Alfred start to bend the bars of his cage. America did not like being imprisoned without cause and with his strength, made short work of the bars. France hit the younger nation with another sleep spell, chained the teen so he could not get the leverage to use his extraordinary strength, fixed the bars and intensified the magics that kept the beings he put in there, to stay, not matter what they tried to do to get out.
“That is cheating France he has every right to refuse to answer your questions when he wakes.” Spain commented.
“Ah, but if he got out himself, the spell I placed on ‘im earlier would be rendered useless. It is not wise for one of our kind to linger in ze wrong time, as you very well know.” France reminded.
“Yes, but did you have to choose that method? What was your reasoning behind it,, could you not have sent him directly home?” Spain prodded his friend “It is not like you to torment young ones, Francis.”
“His wards are quite thorough. Do you really believe that I would want … But do you know who he loves? It is obvious to Big Brother.”
“No, no I do not. Who is it?”
“Ah, my dear friend, you may wish to leave soon. I have been fighting that particular nation for centuries longer and know how to get away. And he getting annoyed with you already.”
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When Alfred woke up this time, he was severely aggravated. Stewing in his irritation, he mentally grumbled /Damn it, that’s the third time that man has had me rendered unconscious magically. I am really starting to hate magic. Or France. Oh great, I am starting to talk like England. Not that that is a-… Oh that is just *perfect* my colony habits seem to be firmly in place. And emotions… Some of them anyways. That was a really, really loud sound. What am I directly below a cannon?/ and jumped as a loud booming sound blasted from what sounded (and felt to the startled young nation) like it was coming from directly overhead.
Soon there was shouting, and gunshots and the sound of sword on sword and sword on flesh. /Yay. I wonder if it is my chivalrous savior, or someone who France pissed off. Or both. Oh look, someone is coming. Hopefully they will be able to get me unchained from the floor, wood is uncomfortable to lay on for extended periods of time and the manacles are cold./
A rough, accented (to Alfred) voice asked curiously in English “Are ye dead?”
“No, France is just being a huge bastard.” Alfred answered, fully ready to sulk at his rather ridiculous predicament.
“… How do ye know that France is on this ship?” the English pirate asked, startled.
“Because he decided to kidnap me, put a love spell on me, and then watch what happens. I did not like that idea, so he chained me to the floor so I cannot move an inch.” America grumped, this stunk.
“… I will get me captain. He might be able to free ye before that letch does something to ye. Not that I can blame ‘im, you are lovely.” The pirate replied.
/… Did I just get hit on by a fifteenth century pirate? … I didn’t even exist (I don’t think) in this time and… England?/ America thought as the pirate left, and then returned with someone very familiar.
“… Were ye not in Spain’s hands last I saw ye?” England probed, wondering why the young magical being was on the frog’s ship with Antonio nowhere near. The Spaniard had seemed quite protective when he first met the intriguing being a few days ago.
A long-suffering sigh and a reply “France wanted to kidnap me because he thought I was ‘interesting’. Spain does know I am here and decided to let France do what he wanted with me. I tried and nearly succeeded in escaping from this cell when France hit me with some sort of spell and I woke up about an hour ago like this.”
“… Do things like this happen to ye often?”
“No, not really. Could you please let me out of here?”
“If ye agree to be a member of me crew, then fine. I will be wanting to know more about ye.”
… A pirate? Ugh, heroes were not usually pirates but… “What would you have me do?”
“It depends, we recently lost our chef in a skirmish. Can ye cook?”
“Yes, I can cook, fairly well as a matter of fact.” Alfred answered truthfully. He had taken courses fairly recently because he had wanted to eat more healthfully. Hamburgers would always be awesome, but he didn’t eat them (or pizza or ice cream) all the time. He’d convinced North Italy to show him how to make pasta, but then he had been sent several hundred years into the past. He would really not want to be anywhere near England (especially as he seemed to be entrenched in colonial habits and the older nation would most likely catch on very quickly… But he really wanted to get home, and England was one of the ones who had sent him here in the first place and France had mentioned that time travel was known to the nations as possible, but rare.)
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France had not expected England, his horrible little brother, to suddenly appear and harass him. Of course he should have expected it. Rosbif always did show up at the most inopportune times. He had wanted to see who had captured the young nation’s heart. Big brother was seventy-five percent certain that the lapin in the cell was a nation. Probably one of the New World. If ‘Alfred’s’ love was another New World nation, it was likely that he or she was a small child, if they even existed, and would be unable to rescue him. France in that case, would be there to gently console and cheer up the blue eyed belle not that the teen would like being called that, France was fairly sure… though to see the very innocent (the love spell to send the teen home was not the only one he had used) youth splutter at him, pinned and lovely in his anger and embarrassed blush… /I should really pay attention before Rosbif decides to take Alfred away, simply to take something of Big Brothers to taunt me wi… Mon Dieu! What if that adorable teen fell in love with England and zat is why the green-eyed terror is after me? Non, non Alfred would never fall in love with someone as ‘orrible as Arthur. He does not strike me as a masochist./
France turned to face England, whom he had sensed earlier on board, and saw to his shock that he had ahold of Alfred and was taking the teen off of older brother’s ship and onto his own. The Frenchman raced after the duo and caught up to them. France and England both sensed part of whatever spell that was on Alfred, bring something out in the teen Francis had partially raised his sword to challenge Rosbif when he was side tackled, pinned and was being fiercely growled at by someone who had sky blue eyes and all of the intensity of a furiously protective colony.
A snarl, low and as deadly as nightshade was issued to France “Do not even think about hurting him. You took my twin, for a while at least, and you have hurt elder brother before. But I will not let you hurt him. Not as long as I have strength left to protect him.”
The battle stilled as all those near the spot saw the tall but not very imposing teen easily take down the European nation and hiss… Something into France’s ear. What only France or the unknown teen knew (not even England heard, as Alfred had said it quietly and the battle had been raging during whatever it was that Alfred had said). All those present, heard an unusual sound emanate from the teen… It sounded similar to either a rumble of thunder, or an earthquake. When they looked at the teen, they swore they saw a pair of brown raptor wings on his back, and felt the intense heat of a desert summer roll off the teen in waves of combative anger.
England carefully approached the partially feral seeming magical teen and called softly, remembering how Alfred had responded to his voice in the past for reasons unknown “Alfred, you have done well in scaring the frog. Get off of him now he will not hurt me, or any of my crew.” Pausing for a moment, he signaled his crew with a sharp movement of one hand behind his back and they retreated to the Aether Rose. Their opponents let them without a fuss or a jeer, lest the what-ever-it-was attack them for making a sound. “Come on lad, up off of the git, you do not know where he has been recently. There now, that is good, well done Alfred, come on. Yes come with me. Do not growl at the French, they are not doing anything, nor can they.”
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England, wondering what sort of spell had made the teen so fidgety (he blamed the frog) and tentative around him sometimes, and at others so protective, clingy and open to him. It was really starting to bug Arthur, and one of the things that he was going to ask Alfred as soon as they were far enough from the damned frog (if the enchantments on the teen would allow him to explain. Another thing was, the teen’s… protectiveness/obedience was to him and to him alone and the teen had been near two other powerful empires when it had happened… It would bear further thought at a later date).
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America had been cooking for an hour (moving quickly as he’d been told when supper was and had no wish to face an angry, hungry crew of armed pirates) when he felt England enter the kitchen. The older nation had arrived soundlessly, and in a manner that indicated that the other wished to observe him when he felt that he was alone. So he continued, pretending to be oblivious to the newer occupant. Subconsciously Alfred had started to hum (something that he found that he did in the shower as well) while he worked to help pass the time.
After watching him for an eternity of ten minutes, England spoke “Who are you?”
Acting, in part, (as the North American had not expected the other to speak for some time) surprised, Alfred whipped around and stammered “C-capt-tain. I-I had n-not heard y-you come i-in.” The shock of the elder’s voice was intensified by the force of colonial instincts to stammer and cower before mighty Britannia crashed down on him /Holy shit Was I rea- no it is because I am hiding things from him. Ma-maybe I should ju-just tell him everything. My suzerain state will fi-fuck I had not realized… He’s talking I better listen!/
“I just came in.” England easily fibbed, then asked lightly “There be no reason to fear me, unless ye intend harm to me, me crew or me ship. Do ye?”
“N-no I do not i-intend harm Captain.” America responded, forcing himself to try not to stammer.
England decided not to comment on the fact that the teen was all but shaking (rather a lot like a colony who was hiding something from their empire and knew that they should tell…) at direct attention from him. “What were ye humming? I have not heard a song like that before. And ye did not answer me question. Who are ye?”
“It-it was something from my homeland. My n-name is Alfred.” America answered truthfully.
“I asked who ye were, not for a name.”
“I do not understand, could you rephrase the question?”
“What manner of magical creature are ye? And why do ye have traces of me and me idiot brothers’ magic on ye, among others?”
“… I have n-no idea what y-you are talking a-about C-captain.”
“Yes, ye do. Do not lie to me. Now why are ye stutter-” England started to ask, but he seemed to study the trembling teen and a dangerous smirk slowly made its’ way onto the older nation’s face. The theory would make sense, and he had felt something several months ago… Smirk widening, he stepped closer to the quivering teen and barked authoritatively “On yer knees colony! An’ ye will tell me yer name, who ye belong to and the region you are from. NOW!”
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I miss Spain already.
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I haven't decided if Spain will show up again. (If he does, He is more than likely going to get captured by England)
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Authoritative!England FTW!
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