"CAPTAIN! INTRUDER ALERT" England looked up from inside his cabin as one of his crewmates shouted for him. It was probably one of Spain's dirty tricks. The green eyed country grabbed his sword and stalked outside, hoping to scare the shit out of the intruder.
America’s eyes widened significantly as his eyes met familiar green ones. “England? Iggy, what the hell, man? What the fuck are you WEARING, bro? AND WHY DON’T YOU HAVE A SHIRT?!” The younger country yelped, waving his arms wildly at the apparel.
England scowled, staking towards his blonde (And, admittedly cute.) prisoner. He shoved the sword under the guy’s chin. “How do you know my country name?” He snarled quietly. No one knew his true name here. On his ship, he was Arthur Kirkland, pirate extraordinaire.
America stared at the sword, then looked back up at the country. “Yo, Iggy. That’s uh… Kinda sharp.” He grinned sheepishly. “Would’ya mind backing the knife away from my throat? It’s a little scary.” He posed. “But …show more content…
“Come, we have loads to discuss. Starting with your name, pretty boy.” He grabbed the blonde’s arm and dragged him off to his cabin. His crew cast him disapproving looks the whole time.
America blushed slightly at the nicknames. “Yeah okay.” He muttered, disappointed that Iggy didn’t remember who he was. When they got to the cabin he was seated on a bed in the corner of the room next to England. He frowned slightly, “My name’s America. Or Alfred. Though people important to me,” An image of the other England flashed in his mind, “Would sometimes call me Mer.”
“America.” England let the name roll off his tongue. “A beautiful name for a beautiful boy. I assume you are another country? If so, your land must be an amazing place. What with the pretty dark blonde hair and bright blue eyes. But you’re wearing glasses, so your country must be struggling.” He put a hand on America’s shoulder. “Are you
America’s eyes widened significantly as his eyes met familiar green ones. “England? Iggy, what the hell, man? What the fuck are you WEARING, bro? AND WHY DON’T YOU HAVE A SHIRT?!” The younger country yelped, waving his arms wildly at the apparel.
England scowled, staking towards his blonde (And, admittedly cute.) prisoner. He shoved the sword under the guy’s chin. “How do you know my country name?” He snarled quietly. No one knew his true name here. On his ship, he was Arthur Kirkland, pirate extraordinaire.
America stared at the sword, then looked back up at the country. “Yo, Iggy. That’s uh… Kinda sharp.” He grinned sheepishly. “Would’ya mind backing the knife away from my throat? It’s a little scary.” He posed. “But …show more content…
“Come, we have loads to discuss. Starting with your name, pretty boy.” He grabbed the blonde’s arm and dragged him off to his cabin. His crew cast him disapproving looks the whole time.
America blushed slightly at the nicknames. “Yeah okay.” He muttered, disappointed that Iggy didn’t remember who he was. When they got to the cabin he was seated on a bed in the corner of the room next to England. He frowned slightly, “My name’s America. Or Alfred. Though people important to me,” An image of the other England flashed in his mind, “Would sometimes call me Mer.”
“America.” England let the name roll off his tongue. “A beautiful name for a beautiful boy. I assume you are another country? If so, your land must be an amazing place. What with the pretty dark blonde hair and bright blue eyes. But you’re wearing glasses, so your country must be struggling.” He put a hand on America’s shoulder. “Are you