In Sunshine or in Shadow, Prologue
In Sunshine or in Shadow - Prologue
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Disclaimer: Hetalia belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya. The story below is a work of fiction and is not written for profit of any means. Any events relating to real life people are unintentional and purely coincidental.
Warnings: Shounen ai (boy x boy romance), lots of drama, complicated love, incest, cursing, character death, not much of a happy story, written with minimal historical accuracy, OOCness, unbeta'd so there might be some grammar errors.
Pairings: Immortal Pirate!England x Human!Alfred, One sided (and incestuous) Canada x America, Maybe a bit of England x Spain and France x England if you squint.
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It was raining, as usual. Dark, looming clouds covered the sky, blocking out every ray of sunlight. Cold gusty winds blew against the sea, causing huge waves to crash violently against the rocky shore.
A young boy stood awkwardly in front of the stone house before him. Small, pale hands paused nervously for a brief second, before continuously pounding on that large, wooden door. The boy waited, and frowned. After getting no response for a good five minutes, became exceedingly impatient.
"I know you're in there, Arthur Kirkland!" he hollered, desperately rattling the door knob in a violent manner. "Just come out already! You can't hide from me!"
Inside, angry swearing and muttering was heard. Heavy footsteps echoed throughout the small, shabby cottage, until the door finally swung open with a loud bam!
"Bloody hell, you sodding brat! Are you trying to destroy my home?" Came the angry response. A man with messy blond hair, sharp green eyes, and abnormally large eyebrows stood furiously by the doorway, with an impeding scowl on his face. Though clearly an adult, he still looked fairly young - no older than his mid twenties.
The boy's face immediately lit up at the sight. His face glued with a dumbstruck look, admiring the slender figure. "Well, hurry up lad. Chop chop! And tell me what the hell is it you want! I haven't got all day!"
"Ah, right," the younger paused, quickly snapping back to reality. "I want to be a pirate!" he exclaimed suddenly and excitedly, with a loud, exuberant yell.
Neither male made any further movements, as the clashing waves and howling wind roared through the empty atmosphere. Almost a whole minute passed, before the taller man's face scrunched up, burning with further rage. "There are no pirates here, and there never were!" he snarled with an acidic hiss. "Don't ever mention that word to me again!" And with a sporadic swish of his arm, he snatched the door again, attempting to slam it shut.
However, his efforts were faltered by the quick intervention of the other's foot. "Don't lie to me, mister! I know who you really are!" the boy shrieked, pulling out a sleek, black, triangular hat with the initials AK engraved in fancy gold lettering. "You're Arthur Kirkland! The greatest and most feared pirate to ever sail the seven seas! I've finally found you!" he demanded firmly, now grabbing a tight seize on the open crease of the door with his free hand. "You have no idea how long I've been searching for this moment. Now make me a super cool pirate, mister!"
Emerald eyes widened in disbelief and bewilderment. "Y-you," the older man stammered, stumbling back a few steps. "W-where did you get…that,"
Uninvited, the boy swiftly took the opportunity of the other's distraught and pushed himself through the door, inside the house. "Name's Peter. Last name's not important," he smirked, slowly inching towards the crestfallen man. "And I know everything about you, Arthur Kirkland - How you conquered the seas through fear and tyranny, how you single-handedly defeated the whole Spanish Armada. You're a legend and a hero to everyone of England, you know," Peter gleamed, grabbing the older blond by the folds of his jacket. "However, you're also a dead man. Someone who should've been dead decades ago. And now, here I find you alive, healthy, and young. I was quite shocked myself, that my theory was true. But you are no ordinary human, Arthur Kirkland. I want to know all your secrets. How you became so strong and unstoppable. I want you to train me, and teach me to become England's next conquering hero!"
"Bloody ridiculous!" was the slightly winded reply, as the ex pirate paused briefly, regaining composure again. "Just because you found an old hat of mine, doesn't mean I will tell you a thing. Now please exit quietly through the front door, or I will have to remove you by force,"
"Nuh-uh. You can't get rid of me that easily, Arthur Kirkland. I've been searching far too long for that," the boy chided. "I could easily turn you in and expose you to the whole public. You'll never live a day of peace again. However, I am not going to do that. And the only thing I ask is you make me a great pirate in return!"
"Hmm, that sounds quite tempting. Let me think about it," Arthur rolled his eyes sarcastically, in a monotonic response. Peter's smile grew so wide, he was sure the kid's face could spilt any second. "Nope. Sorry. Not interested," he continued, picking up the boy by the hood of his sweater and plopping him back outside. "And don't think you're the only brat to come up with this ploy. Everyone'll just think your crazy. Now run along and play your silly games elsewhere, lad,"
Still rattling from the force, the door slammed shut.
"Wait! You're making a mistake! Please teach me! I'll do anything," Peter pounded, ramming his body against the wooden frame. No avail. The Englishman showed no signs of response to the persistency.
…
A few hours must've already flew by, and his body was wearing thin from the smacking. Peter slumped against the cold, stone wall, shivering from the cold, wet rain. Just as his eyes were about to droop shut in fatigue and exhaustion, the door creaked open with a slight crack.
"Fine, fine. Come on in, lad. You're going to catch pneumonia and die at this rate," the blond man spoke dully, throwing him a towel. "I know this isn't much, but it will have to do for now," To Arthur's great dismay, the kid would probably have to stay a while, due to the worsening weather outside.
Peter didn't need anyone to tell him twice. He was inside, beaming brightly within a fraction of a second.
The elder let out an exasperated sigh as the two made themselves towards the table. "Don't be fooled. I haven't given in to any of your childish mannerisms. It's just that, I've never seen anyone with such will and determination - not since…Ah! Never mind," he trailed off, mumbling to himself more than anything. "Now tell me, why are you so desperate to become a pirate, lad?"
Peter gave a light giggle. "Isn't it so cool? You get to find buried treasure, kick some booty, and rule the world! Wouldn't that be a great adventure?"
"Look lad -"
"It's Peter! Call me Peter,"
"Alright. Peter then," the Englishman responded, pouring two fresh cups of tea. "Piracy is anything but fun and games. Anyone who becomes a terrorist of the sea will regret it at one point or another. If you're looking to have a good time, I suggest a trip to the fair instead,"
"Blah! That stuff's boring! It's just stupid little kiddie stuff! I want, big bold, exciting fun, like fighting, shooting, killing!"
The scowl on Arthur's face immediately turned into a cringe, seeing the flame and determination burn in the other's eyes. "There's no changing your mind, is there? Well, sit down then," he gestured towards the empty chairs. "And perhaps I should tell you a story. A story of death, tragedy, and remorse beyond redemption. I guarantee you'll never want to be a pirate again,"
"Yes, yes! Please do, mister!" Peter squealed jubilantly, rubbing his hands together. "Does it involve epic crusades and bloody battles?"
"It certainly does, young man. It certainly does. That and a whole lot more. After all, it is the tale of Arthur Kirkland,"
( Chapter 1)
[Fanfiction.net link]
Disclaimer: Hetalia belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya. The story below is a work of fiction and is not written for profit of any means. Any events relating to real life people are unintentional and purely coincidental.
Warnings: Shounen ai (boy x boy romance), lots of drama, complicated love, incest, cursing, character death, not much of a happy story, written with minimal historical accuracy, OOCness, unbeta'd so there might be some grammar errors.
Pairings: Immortal Pirate!England x Human!Alfred, One sided (and incestuous) Canada x America, Maybe a bit of England x Spain and France x England if you squint.
OoOoO
It was raining, as usual. Dark, looming clouds covered the sky, blocking out every ray of sunlight. Cold gusty winds blew against the sea, causing huge waves to crash violently against the rocky shore.
A young boy stood awkwardly in front of the stone house before him. Small, pale hands paused nervously for a brief second, before continuously pounding on that large, wooden door. The boy waited, and frowned. After getting no response for a good five minutes, became exceedingly impatient.
"I know you're in there, Arthur Kirkland!" he hollered, desperately rattling the door knob in a violent manner. "Just come out already! You can't hide from me!"
Inside, angry swearing and muttering was heard. Heavy footsteps echoed throughout the small, shabby cottage, until the door finally swung open with a loud bam!
"Bloody hell, you sodding brat! Are you trying to destroy my home?" Came the angry response. A man with messy blond hair, sharp green eyes, and abnormally large eyebrows stood furiously by the doorway, with an impeding scowl on his face. Though clearly an adult, he still looked fairly young - no older than his mid twenties.
The boy's face immediately lit up at the sight. His face glued with a dumbstruck look, admiring the slender figure. "Well, hurry up lad. Chop chop! And tell me what the hell is it you want! I haven't got all day!"
"Ah, right," the younger paused, quickly snapping back to reality. "I want to be a pirate!" he exclaimed suddenly and excitedly, with a loud, exuberant yell.
Neither male made any further movements, as the clashing waves and howling wind roared through the empty atmosphere. Almost a whole minute passed, before the taller man's face scrunched up, burning with further rage. "There are no pirates here, and there never were!" he snarled with an acidic hiss. "Don't ever mention that word to me again!" And with a sporadic swish of his arm, he snatched the door again, attempting to slam it shut.
However, his efforts were faltered by the quick intervention of the other's foot. "Don't lie to me, mister! I know who you really are!" the boy shrieked, pulling out a sleek, black, triangular hat with the initials AK engraved in fancy gold lettering. "You're Arthur Kirkland! The greatest and most feared pirate to ever sail the seven seas! I've finally found you!" he demanded firmly, now grabbing a tight seize on the open crease of the door with his free hand. "You have no idea how long I've been searching for this moment. Now make me a super cool pirate, mister!"
Emerald eyes widened in disbelief and bewilderment. "Y-you," the older man stammered, stumbling back a few steps. "W-where did you get…that,"
Uninvited, the boy swiftly took the opportunity of the other's distraught and pushed himself through the door, inside the house. "Name's Peter. Last name's not important," he smirked, slowly inching towards the crestfallen man. "And I know everything about you, Arthur Kirkland - How you conquered the seas through fear and tyranny, how you single-handedly defeated the whole Spanish Armada. You're a legend and a hero to everyone of England, you know," Peter gleamed, grabbing the older blond by the folds of his jacket. "However, you're also a dead man. Someone who should've been dead decades ago. And now, here I find you alive, healthy, and young. I was quite shocked myself, that my theory was true. But you are no ordinary human, Arthur Kirkland. I want to know all your secrets. How you became so strong and unstoppable. I want you to train me, and teach me to become England's next conquering hero!"
"Bloody ridiculous!" was the slightly winded reply, as the ex pirate paused briefly, regaining composure again. "Just because you found an old hat of mine, doesn't mean I will tell you a thing. Now please exit quietly through the front door, or I will have to remove you by force,"
"Nuh-uh. You can't get rid of me that easily, Arthur Kirkland. I've been searching far too long for that," the boy chided. "I could easily turn you in and expose you to the whole public. You'll never live a day of peace again. However, I am not going to do that. And the only thing I ask is you make me a great pirate in return!"
"Hmm, that sounds quite tempting. Let me think about it," Arthur rolled his eyes sarcastically, in a monotonic response. Peter's smile grew so wide, he was sure the kid's face could spilt any second. "Nope. Sorry. Not interested," he continued, picking up the boy by the hood of his sweater and plopping him back outside. "And don't think you're the only brat to come up with this ploy. Everyone'll just think your crazy. Now run along and play your silly games elsewhere, lad,"
Still rattling from the force, the door slammed shut.
"Wait! You're making a mistake! Please teach me! I'll do anything," Peter pounded, ramming his body against the wooden frame. No avail. The Englishman showed no signs of response to the persistency.
…
A few hours must've already flew by, and his body was wearing thin from the smacking. Peter slumped against the cold, stone wall, shivering from the cold, wet rain. Just as his eyes were about to droop shut in fatigue and exhaustion, the door creaked open with a slight crack.
"Fine, fine. Come on in, lad. You're going to catch pneumonia and die at this rate," the blond man spoke dully, throwing him a towel. "I know this isn't much, but it will have to do for now," To Arthur's great dismay, the kid would probably have to stay a while, due to the worsening weather outside.
Peter didn't need anyone to tell him twice. He was inside, beaming brightly within a fraction of a second.
The elder let out an exasperated sigh as the two made themselves towards the table. "Don't be fooled. I haven't given in to any of your childish mannerisms. It's just that, I've never seen anyone with such will and determination - not since…Ah! Never mind," he trailed off, mumbling to himself more than anything. "Now tell me, why are you so desperate to become a pirate, lad?"
Peter gave a light giggle. "Isn't it so cool? You get to find buried treasure, kick some booty, and rule the world! Wouldn't that be a great adventure?"
"Look lad -"
"It's Peter! Call me Peter,"
"Alright. Peter then," the Englishman responded, pouring two fresh cups of tea. "Piracy is anything but fun and games. Anyone who becomes a terrorist of the sea will regret it at one point or another. If you're looking to have a good time, I suggest a trip to the fair instead,"
"Blah! That stuff's boring! It's just stupid little kiddie stuff! I want, big bold, exciting fun, like fighting, shooting, killing!"
The scowl on Arthur's face immediately turned into a cringe, seeing the flame and determination burn in the other's eyes. "There's no changing your mind, is there? Well, sit down then," he gestured towards the empty chairs. "And perhaps I should tell you a story. A story of death, tragedy, and remorse beyond redemption. I guarantee you'll never want to be a pirate again,"
"Yes, yes! Please do, mister!" Peter squealed jubilantly, rubbing his hands together. "Does it involve epic crusades and bloody battles?"
"It certainly does, young man. It certainly does. That and a whole lot more. After all, it is the tale of Arthur Kirkland,"
( Chapter 1)