AmerCanada- Sea of Dreams
......Am I actually using my livejournal? I did this on a whim for Jazz, how randomly asked all of tumblr for AmerCanada on the titanic. For some reason, this idea instantly jived with me and here were are 1000+ words later.
Please be aware that this is unbetaed and probably crap. I have no idea if I'll continue, but if I do it will most likely be crap as well.It's late. What do you want from me?
So uh, yeah here. Hope you like it Jazz.
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Sea of Dreams
by Chibi Ra Chan
Rating; T; because I rate everything T XD
Pairing; America/Canada a hint of Turkey/Hungary.
Warnings; A sad lack of knowledge on the subject of boats. AU. Unbetaed, again probably crap.
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Matthew would never forget the moment he saw him.
He was a waiter on Her majesty’s ship. A runaway who had left his home and father in France to seek his fortune on the famous ’Unsinkable’ ship. Like many of the waiters he planned on jumping ship when they finally docked in New York. From there, he wasn’t sure what he was going to do, he just knew that he would never do it back home.
But that is neither here nor there.
He is delivering champagne to Miss Héderváry, a lovely woman who had taken a liking to him, on the upper deck, when he catches a glimpse of the brightest, clearest, bluest eyes he has ever seen. Later, he would say that he fell in love with those beautiful eyes instantly, but in that moment he was too busy being run over by the owner of those pretty eyes to think such things.
The man is running, his tweed jacket fluttering in the sea breeze as he runs away from the ship’s security. Matthew tries to get out of the way, he really does, but the man doesn’t see him until it’s too late.
The brunette woman screams, and young Matthew Williams sees stars
He lands on the boat deck hard, his head slamming down into the wooden floor so hard that his glasses fly off. The champagne bottle crashes and he and the man who was running are drenched in the bubbly alcohol.
“Ow. That hurt.” he mumbles to himself. It is a bad habit of his, mumbling, but has proven a hard trait to shake. “Please get off me.” The man with the lovely blue eyes grins and is about to say something but security have roughly pulled to his feet and are dragging him away.
“Hey let me go!” He yells and Matthew scrambles to put his glasses back on.
“That’s enough out of you!” One answers.
“I’ve had just about enough of you! Sneaking onto the Titanic, on her maiden voyage as well! The Propriety!” Says the other.
Matthew clumsily gets to his feet. “W-wait!” He says, but it is barely above a whisper. The security pay him no attention. Ignoring the broken wine glasses and his tray, he runs after them.
“Wait please wait!” The occupants of the upper deck watch the goings on; the guest whispering at the spectacle, the other waiters just staring. This wasn’t the first time that stowaways had been found, since the ship disembarked a day ago but most never made it to the upper decks. And he certainly made the most noise.
“Let me go you limey bastards! Do you know who I am? I’m Alfred Jones, you can’t do this to me!”
“We don’t care who you are kid, it’s to the brig with you until we get to port!”
“Please stop!” Matthew yells and this time people take notice. He blushes to his blond roots when people’s eyes shift to him. “P-please wait. There’s been a misunderstanding.” He forces out.
The security guard, in an impressive white uniform and his blonde hair slicked back, regards him critically. “This man is a stowaway there is no misunderstanding.” He intones with a intimidating glare. Matthew feels himself wilt under his intense gaze, but something deep inside him refuses to back down and it scares him as much as it empowers him.
“But sir, he’s isn’t a stowaway.”
“He isn’t? Then you care to explain why we caught him in the lower levels with no ticket, swindling people out of their money?” asks the other guard, a stern if not short man with bright yellow hair and skeptical green eyes. The entire crew knew to stay away from him; Vash the unbendable, they called him for his policy of never letting anyone bend the rules, even the slightest bit.
“Uh…..” He hadn’t thought far ahead. Luckily, another waiter, a kind young man named Toris came to his aid.
“He’s one of us. A waiter that is.” He smiles sheepishly and Matthew silent thanks him for his assistance. He doesn’t know why he is going through all of this, for a man he didn’t even know, but a single look at his pleading blue eyes and he is reassured that helping him is a good idea.
“Then why was he gamboling in the lower desk?” The taller of the two asks. Once again, Toris saves him from answering.
“I’m afraid some of the waiters celebrated a bit too much last night. Our friend…..” He looks to the blond captive man for assistance with his name, which he mouths as discreetly as he can, which isn’t very. “Alfred! Out dear friend Alfred, lost some money and was trying to win it back. We’re very sorry for any trouble he’s caused.” Toris laughs nervously.
The two guards exchange looks, before answering. “You can understand that we are skeptical of your claim. Without corroboration from anyone other than the support staff, we can not let this man go. Ludwig, lets go.”
“What?!” The man, Alfred, says incredulously. “You heard them! I work here! Let go of me you, you thugs!”
Matthew’s violet eyes widen in horror. “That’s not fair!” He cries to no avail. “Please let him go!”
“Gentlemen,” came a decidedly feminine voice. “Perhaps I can shed some light on this issue?”
Both Vash and Ludwig halt in their dragging away of Alfred to widen their eyes at the woman.
“Miss Héderváry, I apologize for all the noise, we were just getting rid of the riffraff.” Vash replies stiffly.
She holds up her black gloved hand to stop him. “No no, I was hoping I could clear up this whole thing. You said you could not clear this man’s name without corroboration.”
“Madam, I-”
“If that is the case, I can vouch for him. Mr. Alfred delivered desert to my suite last night.”
Ludwig looked uncomfortable, but did not want to accuse the fiancée of a popular Ottoman statesmen, not to mention the ship captains’ niece of lying. “Are you sure it was him Madam?”
Matthew watched stunned as she effortlessly lied for them.
Miss Héderváry smiles. “Of course I remember, he spilt strawberry sauce all over my favorite shawl after all. Now Matthew will you please take our troublesome friend and replace the champagne that was ruined with all this unpleasantness? ”
Matthew nods quickly and grabbed Alfred’s tweed jacket sleeve. “O-Of course M’am! Come on Alfred, lets go.”
Alfred grins at him and he feels his stomach turn into a million tiny butterflies at the sight. “Sounds like a plan!” He waves vindictively at the bewildered and angry guards. “Bye guys! No hard feelings right?” he teases.
Once they are off the deck, and deep within the service tunnels. Matthew turns his fluster and angry violet eyes on the other man. “What is wrong with you! Teasing them, after you just barely managed to escape the brig! If Miss Héderváry hadn’t spoken up and lied for you I-I don’t know what would have happened! That was so stupid! Did you eve think about what the trouble you could get in when you snuck on board the most famous boat in the world?!”
He isn’t sure were all this anger is coming from, but it is refreshing to vent his feelings rather than keeping it inside like usual. This man made his act peculiar, and he wasn’t sure if he liked it.
To his credit Alfred smiles sheepishly and hold his hands up in a gesture of surrender. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to get caught.”
“That isn’ the point-” he retorts when as they reach the kitchens and he begins to restock his tray with glasses and champagne.
“Thanks for helping me though. Really I appreciate it. That was pretty heroic of you, sticking it to Vash the unbendable and his sidekick muscles.”
Matthew Williams knows nothing about this man but he can tell being called ‘heroic’ is a very high honor to him. And despite his best attempts to stop it, his face heats up at the compliment.
“Thanks, I think.”
The man, American if his accent was to be believed, cocks his head to the side. “How come your face all red?”
This only causes him to blush even more. “S-shut up!” he defends weakly.
Alfred grins and pokes his cheek. “But I think it’s kind cute. “ Matthew tries to ignore him by burying his head in a bar towel as he tries to dry his soaked hair. He also tries to ignore the small smile that had crept up on his face at the second compliment. “I’m Alfred by the way. Alfred Jones, from Boston. What’s your name?” He holds his hand out for him to shake.
Matthew ignore his outstretched appendage and instead gives him a tray of ice to carry. “I heard. My name is Matthew Williams; please don’t drop that.”
Alfred quirks an eyebrow. “What the tray for Mattie?” he asks already taking the liberty of giving him a nickname even though they met literally ten minutes ago. Somehow he had the sinking suspicion that boundaries meant nothing to Alfred.
“Everyone thinks you’re a waiter now. So unless you want to go back to, um, wherever you were before this, then you’re going to help me.” he says giving him an extra apron from the supply closet. “Please?” he adds almost pathetically when he simply stares at him.
To his surprise, Alfred laughs, it is a beautiful sound, and slings an arm around his shoulder. “You’re a weird guy Mattie, but I like that! So what is there to do on this oversized tug boat?”
Matthew smiles and it lights up his whole face. He has a good feeling about this Alfred, and this trip.
Please be aware that this is unbetaed and probably crap. I have no idea if I'll continue, but if I do it will most likely be crap as well.It's late. What do you want from me?
So uh, yeah here. Hope you like it Jazz.
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Sea of Dreams
by Chibi Ra Chan
Rating; T; because I rate everything T XD
Pairing; America/Canada a hint of Turkey/Hungary.
Warnings; A sad lack of knowledge on the subject of boats. AU. Unbetaed, again probably crap.
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Matthew would never forget the moment he saw him.
He was a waiter on Her majesty’s ship. A runaway who had left his home and father in France to seek his fortune on the famous ’Unsinkable’ ship. Like many of the waiters he planned on jumping ship when they finally docked in New York. From there, he wasn’t sure what he was going to do, he just knew that he would never do it back home.
But that is neither here nor there.
He is delivering champagne to Miss Héderváry, a lovely woman who had taken a liking to him, on the upper deck, when he catches a glimpse of the brightest, clearest, bluest eyes he has ever seen. Later, he would say that he fell in love with those beautiful eyes instantly, but in that moment he was too busy being run over by the owner of those pretty eyes to think such things.
The man is running, his tweed jacket fluttering in the sea breeze as he runs away from the ship’s security. Matthew tries to get out of the way, he really does, but the man doesn’t see him until it’s too late.
The brunette woman screams, and young Matthew Williams sees stars
He lands on the boat deck hard, his head slamming down into the wooden floor so hard that his glasses fly off. The champagne bottle crashes and he and the man who was running are drenched in the bubbly alcohol.
“Ow. That hurt.” he mumbles to himself. It is a bad habit of his, mumbling, but has proven a hard trait to shake. “Please get off me.” The man with the lovely blue eyes grins and is about to say something but security have roughly pulled to his feet and are dragging him away.
“Hey let me go!” He yells and Matthew scrambles to put his glasses back on.
“That’s enough out of you!” One answers.
“I’ve had just about enough of you! Sneaking onto the Titanic, on her maiden voyage as well! The Propriety!” Says the other.
Matthew clumsily gets to his feet. “W-wait!” He says, but it is barely above a whisper. The security pay him no attention. Ignoring the broken wine glasses and his tray, he runs after them.
“Wait please wait!” The occupants of the upper deck watch the goings on; the guest whispering at the spectacle, the other waiters just staring. This wasn’t the first time that stowaways had been found, since the ship disembarked a day ago but most never made it to the upper decks. And he certainly made the most noise.
“Let me go you limey bastards! Do you know who I am? I’m Alfred Jones, you can’t do this to me!”
“We don’t care who you are kid, it’s to the brig with you until we get to port!”
“Please stop!” Matthew yells and this time people take notice. He blushes to his blond roots when people’s eyes shift to him. “P-please wait. There’s been a misunderstanding.” He forces out.
The security guard, in an impressive white uniform and his blonde hair slicked back, regards him critically. “This man is a stowaway there is no misunderstanding.” He intones with a intimidating glare. Matthew feels himself wilt under his intense gaze, but something deep inside him refuses to back down and it scares him as much as it empowers him.
“But sir, he’s isn’t a stowaway.”
“He isn’t? Then you care to explain why we caught him in the lower levels with no ticket, swindling people out of their money?” asks the other guard, a stern if not short man with bright yellow hair and skeptical green eyes. The entire crew knew to stay away from him; Vash the unbendable, they called him for his policy of never letting anyone bend the rules, even the slightest bit.
“Uh…..” He hadn’t thought far ahead. Luckily, another waiter, a kind young man named Toris came to his aid.
“He’s one of us. A waiter that is.” He smiles sheepishly and Matthew silent thanks him for his assistance. He doesn’t know why he is going through all of this, for a man he didn’t even know, but a single look at his pleading blue eyes and he is reassured that helping him is a good idea.
“Then why was he gamboling in the lower desk?” The taller of the two asks. Once again, Toris saves him from answering.
“I’m afraid some of the waiters celebrated a bit too much last night. Our friend…..” He looks to the blond captive man for assistance with his name, which he mouths as discreetly as he can, which isn’t very. “Alfred! Out dear friend Alfred, lost some money and was trying to win it back. We’re very sorry for any trouble he’s caused.” Toris laughs nervously.
The two guards exchange looks, before answering. “You can understand that we are skeptical of your claim. Without corroboration from anyone other than the support staff, we can not let this man go. Ludwig, lets go.”
“What?!” The man, Alfred, says incredulously. “You heard them! I work here! Let go of me you, you thugs!”
Matthew’s violet eyes widen in horror. “That’s not fair!” He cries to no avail. “Please let him go!”
“Gentlemen,” came a decidedly feminine voice. “Perhaps I can shed some light on this issue?”
Both Vash and Ludwig halt in their dragging away of Alfred to widen their eyes at the woman.
“Miss Héderváry, I apologize for all the noise, we were just getting rid of the riffraff.” Vash replies stiffly.
She holds up her black gloved hand to stop him. “No no, I was hoping I could clear up this whole thing. You said you could not clear this man’s name without corroboration.”
“Madam, I-”
“If that is the case, I can vouch for him. Mr. Alfred delivered desert to my suite last night.”
Ludwig looked uncomfortable, but did not want to accuse the fiancée of a popular Ottoman statesmen, not to mention the ship captains’ niece of lying. “Are you sure it was him Madam?”
Matthew watched stunned as she effortlessly lied for them.
Miss Héderváry smiles. “Of course I remember, he spilt strawberry sauce all over my favorite shawl after all. Now Matthew will you please take our troublesome friend and replace the champagne that was ruined with all this unpleasantness? ”
Matthew nods quickly and grabbed Alfred’s tweed jacket sleeve. “O-Of course M’am! Come on Alfred, lets go.”
Alfred grins at him and he feels his stomach turn into a million tiny butterflies at the sight. “Sounds like a plan!” He waves vindictively at the bewildered and angry guards. “Bye guys! No hard feelings right?” he teases.
Once they are off the deck, and deep within the service tunnels. Matthew turns his fluster and angry violet eyes on the other man. “What is wrong with you! Teasing them, after you just barely managed to escape the brig! If Miss Héderváry hadn’t spoken up and lied for you I-I don’t know what would have happened! That was so stupid! Did you eve think about what the trouble you could get in when you snuck on board the most famous boat in the world?!”
He isn’t sure were all this anger is coming from, but it is refreshing to vent his feelings rather than keeping it inside like usual. This man made his act peculiar, and he wasn’t sure if he liked it.
To his credit Alfred smiles sheepishly and hold his hands up in a gesture of surrender. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to get caught.”
“That isn’ the point-” he retorts when as they reach the kitchens and he begins to restock his tray with glasses and champagne.
“Thanks for helping me though. Really I appreciate it. That was pretty heroic of you, sticking it to Vash the unbendable and his sidekick muscles.”
Matthew Williams knows nothing about this man but he can tell being called ‘heroic’ is a very high honor to him. And despite his best attempts to stop it, his face heats up at the compliment.
“Thanks, I think.”
The man, American if his accent was to be believed, cocks his head to the side. “How come your face all red?”
This only causes him to blush even more. “S-shut up!” he defends weakly.
Alfred grins and pokes his cheek. “But I think it’s kind cute. “ Matthew tries to ignore him by burying his head in a bar towel as he tries to dry his soaked hair. He also tries to ignore the small smile that had crept up on his face at the second compliment. “I’m Alfred by the way. Alfred Jones, from Boston. What’s your name?” He holds his hand out for him to shake.
Matthew ignore his outstretched appendage and instead gives him a tray of ice to carry. “I heard. My name is Matthew Williams; please don’t drop that.”
Alfred quirks an eyebrow. “What the tray for Mattie?” he asks already taking the liberty of giving him a nickname even though they met literally ten minutes ago. Somehow he had the sinking suspicion that boundaries meant nothing to Alfred.
“Everyone thinks you’re a waiter now. So unless you want to go back to, um, wherever you were before this, then you’re going to help me.” he says giving him an extra apron from the supply closet. “Please?” he adds almost pathetically when he simply stares at him.
To his surprise, Alfred laughs, it is a beautiful sound, and slings an arm around his shoulder. “You’re a weird guy Mattie, but I like that! So what is there to do on this oversized tug boat?”
Matthew smiles and it lights up his whole face. He has a good feeling about this Alfred, and this trip.