Two Cruel Mistresses: Love and Sea

Chapter 1

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~~Alfred F. Jones~~

Crash!

I jolted up in bed as I heard a loud noise, and then glanced over at my twin brother, Mattie in panic.

He jumped up at the same time as we heard heavy footsteps coming towards our room.

"Al...What is that?" he whispered his voice shaking a little.

My heart was pounding.

They were getting closer!

What was I going to do?

"I don't know, Mattie...I'll go check, ok?"

"No, Alfred it's dangerous!"

"Don't worry, I'm the hero remember?"

The door was trusted open before Matthew could respond, and five wild looking men burst in.

My eyes widen in fear.

Holy shit, pirates!

"What do you want?"

I tried to stay calm for Matthew, but all I wanted to do was run for my life!

The captain, I assumed from his outfit smirked at me cockily, "Why hello there, beautiful."

Was he kidding me?

I wasn't beautiful, I was a man!

"What do you want?"

An albino man walked up to us and pointed his sword at my throat, "What do you think the awesome me wants?"

I gasped in shock and backed up.

This wasn't happening, this wasn't happening!

A man with blonde wavy hair pulled back into a ribbon walked up to us and smiled.

"Captain, they are beautiful are they not? We should take them with us."

"Yeah, amigo, they are very nice." a Spaniard winked at us.

I felt a chill go down my spine.

These bastards were sick!

"What did you call them, tomato bastard?" a rather angry looking man cried.

He walked up to the other and pulled on his ear roughly.

"Ow! Lovi, what was that for?"

"Jackass, you know what!"

The captain turned cherry red in anger.

"Shut your bloody traps, you wankers!"

He stormed back up to me, and grabbed me by the collar of my shirt.

"Listen to me, if you don't come quietly, I'm going to make your life hell." he growled, his poison green eyes glinting dangerously.

I gulped, no way was this happening.

I looked over at Mattie who was practically being pinned against the wall by the albino and the blonde Frenchman.

"No way in hell!" I screamed, and pushed him off of me. Big mistake.

He was back in a heartbeat with the Spaniard flanking him.

"Antonio, you know what to do."

"Sí, Capitán." Antonio smirked as he pinned my wrists over my head.

I tried to shove him off me, but the Captain had the tip of his sword at my neck.

I stilled as the tip pierced my skin.

Please don't stab me, please don't stab me.

Next to me Matthew let out a high pitched squeal as the albino swung him over his shoulder.

"Get off of my brother, you creep!"

I tried to move towards my brother, but the Captain and Antonio had a death grip on me.

I was thrashing about when the angry man walked up to me and grabbed one of my wrists from Antonio.

The two men that had me pinned must be trying to exhaust me, I realized.

Matthew had probably fainted or something.

He had always been the weaker one of the two of us, so I considered it my job as the hero to protect him.

The pirates didn't feel that way however as the Captain got in my face and whispered, "You're mine now, boy so don't even try to escape."

With that he leaned in and licked my ear slowly. A shiver ran down my spine.

Dear lord, save me.

The moonlight streamed in through the window illuminating the Captain's piercing green eyes which were glaring at me dangerously.

I backed up against the wall; my heart was threatening to pound out of my chest.

I chanced a glance over at Mattie to realize that the albino, who was practically glowing in the dark, had him slung loosely over his shoulder.

"Hey! You get the hell off my brother; you have no right to touch him!"

Antonio and the angry Italian tightened their grip on my wrists as I tried to struggle away.

I stopped abruptly however when the Captain reached up and grabbed my hair in a vice grip causing me to cry out in pain.

The damn Frenchman walked over to me and hummed appreciatively, "I admire your spunk, mon petit cherie."

"Shut it, frog! He's mine!" I growled at the Captain in disbelief.

How the hell did I become his?

The Frenchman just smirked, nonplussed, "Arthur, mon cher, you wound me!"

Kirkland rolled his eyes at the melodramatic man and glared.

"Francis Bonnefoy, don't you dare distract me now!"

Seeing an opening I kneed Antonio and Lovi in their stomachs.

"Oomph!" the two pirates clutched their stomachs in pain as I made a run for it.

Big mistake.

In a heartbeat Kirkland had me in a death grip, "Going somewhere?"

Francis walked over to us quickly, "Need some assistance, mon ami?"

"...frog that would be lovely."

With that, the Frenchman raised his sword and bashed the end of it into the back of my head.

I blacked out, and the last thing I remember was glowing green orbs boring into my skull...

~~UKUS~~

~~Arthur Kirkland~~

We were finally back on my beautiful ship, the Queen Elizabeth.

"Frog! I'm going to go check on our prisoners! Watch the ship!"

"Of course, my dearest Captain."

Wine loving tool... I shook my head in utter disgust.

As I made my way to our new 'friends' I barked out orders to Antonio and Lovino.

Where the hell was Gilbert?

That wanker...

I found him down in the room with the two blondes.

Of course!

"Gilbert Beilschmidt! Get away from my property!" I shrieked in rage.

How dare he!

The Prussian bastard smirked and slinked out, "Sorry, I'm too awesome for them anyway."

Moron...

I shook my head in disbelief and walked towards the two boys.

They looked similar, probably twins. But the one that I had my eye on was the one I dealt with last night.

He had messy blonde hair with one stubborn piece on top, and his pale skin was bruised from trying to defend his smaller twin.

Bloody moron thought he could defeat me, Captain Arthur Kirkland?

I don't think so!

But the thing about this young man that caught me the most was how young and helpless he looked sleeping.

He was absolutely adorable.

I smirked to myself.

He was going to be fun to break.

"Come on gits, get up!" I barked.

They both groaned, and the little one rolled back over in pain.

But the one I was already rather fond of sat up slowly, his hands on his head.

As he opened his eyes a crack my mouth fell open into a perfect 'O' of surprise.

The boy had the most gorgeous cerulean blue eyes I had ever seen.

They're like the sea...

~~UKUS~~

~~Third Person~~

When Alfred woke up he had a massive headache, "Ugh.." he groaned, "Where the hell am I?"

"Good morning sunshine!"

"Ugh, what the?" Alfred glanced up and rubbed his eyes. "Where am I?"

Captain Kirkland smirked, "Why poppet, you are on my ship of course."

"WHAT?" Alfred bolted up, then fell back down with a groan.

When the fog cleared up, Alfred cast a glance at Kirkland who kneeled down in front of him.

Whoa...Alfred thought.

He was momentarily stunned by the young pirate captain looking intently at him.

He was dressed in a rich red coat, and a ruffled white shirt.

His black pants were tucked into his tall black leather boots, and secured with a jade green sash and black belt.

On his head was a black Captain's hat with a plumed feather.

In his right ear, there was a huge gold hoop that sparkled when he moved.

The Captain's best feature, however was his eyes.

Green and twinkling with life and mischief that gave Alfred a sinking feeling of déjà vu.

Framing his emeralds were the thickest eyebrows Alfred had ever seen; partially covered by choppy blonde fringe.

If he wasn't such a bastard he would have been stunning.

Not that he wasn't already.

Suddenly, the pirate reached out and put a slender finger under Alfred's chin tilting it up slightly.

"Enjoying the view?" Kirkland asked smugly, winking at him.

The American felt his breath catch it his throat.

"What? N-no! Why would I like a bastard like you?" Alfred stuttered indignantly.

Arthur scowled and grabbed a fistful of Alfred's blonde locks, "Excuse me, boy?"

"Ow! Stop calling me boy!"

"Well you never told me your name, foolish lad." Arthur pulled harder.

Alfred shrieked in pain, "F-fine you win. It's Alfred."

The Englishman pulled harder yet again, "Full name, of course."

Alfred was panting by this point.

His scalp felt like it was on fire.

"A-Alfred F. J-Jones!"

Arthur released his hair with a satisfied grin on his face, and stood up.

"That's much better. Welcome aboard the Queen Elizabeth. Rest up now Alfred F. Jones, because today's the last free day you'll get for a long time."

With that said, Arthur turned to leave, "Wait!"

"What is it? I'm busy." Arthur said impatiently.

Alfred blushed and looked down, "You never told me your name..."

Kirkland smirked, "Getting a bit nosy aren't we? Oh very well then, it's Arthur Kirkland, but you are to address me as Captain Kirkland or Captain, understand?"

Alfred glared back, "What about Mattie?"

Arthur looked puzzled for a minute, "Who?"

Alfred sighed and pointed to the blonde still passed out on the floor, "My brother, Matthew."

"Oh him...I'll have Gilbert worry about him when he awakens." the pirate said dismissively.

"Who's Gilbert?"

Arthur sighed again. ...Git.

"He's my first mate. Get your lazy arse up and I'll show introduce you to my crew."

Alfred dragged himself to his feet, "I'm not lazy! You practically attacked me last night."

Arthur shook his head and chuckled, "Oh Alfred, that's mild compared to what I could be doing to you."

Alfred scowled but followed Captain Kirkland nevertheless.

They walked up to the deck in silence, while Alfred was mentally debating how to escape.

Almost as if he could read his mind, Kirkland turned to Alfred, "Don't try to escape; I'll just drag you back."

Alfred pouted and looked away.

Damn he was good...

They finally arrived on the deck of the ship.

Arthur smiled proudly, and raised his arms in emphasis.

"Well, lad, what do you think?"

"I hate it! It's cheap like you." Alfred spit out bitterly.

The captain scowled and whipped his sword out, angling it at the base of Alfred's throat.

The boy's eyes widened in fear.

Nice going ace...

"What did you say about her, lad?" Arthur's poison green eyes darkened dangerously.

Alfred swallowed thickly, "Haha I was just kidding. It's very n-nice."

Arthur lowered his sword slowly and called to his crew.

They came over lead by Gilbert who was smirking, "Look who decided to wake up! I'm Gilbert Beilschmidt, but you can call me awesome."

Alfred raised his eyebrow.

Captain Kirkland frowned and smacked Gilbert in the face, "Can it, Beilschmidt!"

Gilbert grimaced and shook it off. Arthur turned to Alfred, "Men, this is Alfred. Alfred this is my crew."

He pointed to Gilbert, "Obviously, Gilbert."

Then pointed to the overly happy Spaniard, "Antonio Fernandez Carriedo."

He turned to the pissy Italian next, "Lovino Vargas."

Last he turned to the winking Frenchman who was eyeing Alfred like he was a piece of meat.

"And the frog, Francis Bonnefoy."

They all greeted Alfred in their native languages.

"Hallo."

"Hola."

"Ciao."

"Bonjour."

Alfred just looked down out his feet. These guys were scary...

That night...

"Well get some sleep, boy. Tomorrow I'm going to put you and your brother to work."

"W-what kind of work exactly?"

Arthur winked and blew out the candle, leaving the room in pitch blackness, "You'll see."

With those last chilling words hanging heavily in the air, Captain Kirkland turned around and left Alfred in the little closet room alone with Matthew, who was still lying unconscious on the cold floor.

A/N: My first chapter story! Whew! This is so much fun to write and I hope it's just as fun to read! I want to thank my amazing friends, Lauren, Allison, Kaitlyn, and Jenna for reading my story and inspiring me to write this. I would be nothing without you guys so thanks so much! Kait, thanks for being my awesome writing buddy and editor. Without your ideas, and help this story would have died! I hope you guys like this story and stay with me. With a little luck I might be able to finish this. Cookies to all that read this, and feel free to comment! I love improving on my writing cause God knows I need all the help I can get!

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