[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)
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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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