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FanFiction - Crossing the Stars

Hetalia (c) Hidekaz Himaruya

FTL: Faster Than Light (c) Subset Games

[CHAPTER LIST]

Author’s Note: This FanFiction is a crossover between the sci-fi strategy game ‘FTL: Faster Than Light’ by Subset Games and the manga/anime called ‘Hetalia’ by Hidekaz Himaruya. The story will follow closely to the events of the rougue-like gameplay in FTL and the human characters will be replaced with the human versions of the national personifications in ‘Hetalia’. This is a fun personal project and it requires no knowledge of either fandom to enjoy this story. I’d encourage checking the original sources out though! Use of screenshots in this FanFiction are to supplement the storytelling to help plot the course of our heroes’ journey in the universe. Whatever the outcome of the gameplay I base this story on (as each playthrough is very unique) will be translated into the plot of this story. i.e. If the spaceship gets damaged, it gets damaged in the story. If a character dies in the game, they’re dead in this fiction. (Please note that I find this kind of storytelling entertaining to play/write and I plan to do more in the future if time allows!)

Chapter 1

The Federation was struggling with the advancing Rebel fleet. One lone ship carried some vital information that could turn the tides of the war and the Federation allied Star Ship APH was going to be their champion.

At the helm was Captain Alfred Jones, a spry young American whom fit the Golden Boy persona to a tee. Sure, he wore square-rimmed glasses but he was still awesome. Don’t let his cute blue-eyed, blond haired, ripped body mislead you! He had the courage to lead his crew to the very end. He was the youngest of his crew and had a Hero Complex but his heart helped him to make some decent moral choices. His friends might disagree and say that his Hero Complex leads to some very immoral choices, but how could he be wrong? He’s great!

Stationed at weapons was his best friend from the academy called Arthur Kirkland. He was an officer from England and was keen to aid in an international project. Arthur was rather lean in build with messy blond hair that matched his sassy personality. His piercing emerald eyes held a wisdom beyond his years. He was tasked with weaponry because of his strategic skills and fearless judgement. Unfortunately his friends and colleagues often made fun of him for his bushy eyebrows, apparent inability to cook, and his obsession with the occult.

Last but not least was the Frenchman Francis Bonnefoy, a flamboyant friend of Arthur’s and on-and-off enemy of his. Much like Alfred, don’t let his looks fool you! Francis’ long, golden hair, sea blue eyes and wispy blond beard could charm many but he was a calculated thinker. He graduated with flying colours in engineering, which is why he was manning the FTL (Faster Than Light) Drive in the engine room.

The blond trio were in their twenties, young and wise together. If they could avoid their normal bickering maybe they would survive this after all!

“This is the awesome Captain Jones speakin’! Get your butts over to the Bridge, we need to figure out where we’re goin’,” the voice on the PA system called in a chirpy American accent.

“We’re already here, dipshit,” Arthur countered as he and Francis joined him on deck. “We’ve best be quick about this, the Rebel fleet is gaining speed.” He pulled up the Beacon Map on screen and surveyed their options. “Unfortunately we have no data on the properties of each beacon towards the exit into the next sector, but hopefully we can acquire that as we go along. The faster we get to the exit the better, our mission is too important to mess around.”

Alfred was sipping some coffee. “Psh, who’s messin’? I won’t lead you dudes astray! Hero’s promise!”

Francis sighed. “Let’s avoid battles if we can, ze stress gives me wrinkles.”

“We’re in a civilian sector! How bad could it be?”

Arthur glared at him. “You’ve best be joking. This area will be littered with Rebel scouts. We need to get a move on.”

Alfred dumped his coffee cup in the rubbish bin and winked. “Fine. Back to your stations! Off to our first stop! Warp us there, Francis!”

“Aye, sir,” Francis responded as they all returned to their posts.

The S.S. APH warped to the next beacon. If they were expecting a calming tour of space they were greatly mistaken. Alfred’s voice carried over the announcement system. “Hey, y’all! We have a hostile Rebel Scout attacking a small refuelling outpost here. That’s totes uncool so we’re gonna kick their asses! Kirkland, fire up the weapons! Try out our Burst Laser II on their weapons!”

“Aye, Captain! Locked on and charging.”

The small ship was quick with a laser drone circling the S.S. APH. An alert blared. “Shields took a hit!” Alfred informed them quickly. “Just an ion blast, it’ll be back online soon, stay at your posts!”

Francis’ voice joined him on the announcement channel. “The drone knocked out our door controls!”

“That’s alright, I destroyed their weapons room,” Arthur chipped in confidently.

“Good work, Artie!” Alfred cheered. “Lock on the drones now.”

“Roger that!”

The ship shook and Alfred’s voice called out in concern. “Yo, Francis? Are you okay? The shields are back online but it says the engines got hit.”

“I’m fine, mon ami! Minor damage to ze FTL Drive, I’m working on a fix. I’m not hurt.”

Arthur switched focus from the enemy drones to the helm. He cursed as he saw that the interior scan of the enemy vessel had repaired their weapons in the time his lasers charged. Luckily, his final few attacks took out the scout and they could safely proceed. He sighed with relief. “Danger has passed, let’s pull in the loot.”

Alfred congratulated them over the announcement system. “Well done, dudes! Artie, join me in the door room. We’re not moving on until that system is running again.”

“On my way!”

Francis kept an eye on the FTL charge as his friends repaired the door functions.

Arthur hummed as he replaced some fried wires and Alfred ran the diagnostics. Oddly enough, they didn’t chat the entire time. It was nice working together. “Alright, let’s get back to our posts. Who knows how many of these automated ships are lurking?”

“Just don’t lead us into a black hole or something.”

“Hahahaha! Noted.”

Back on the Bridge, Alfred pulled up his upgrades panel. They had enough scrap to give them a new edge. He grinned as he added an extra unit of power to their reactor and instructed the Frenchman to monitor the upgrade. He also treated himself to a more slick piloting upgrade. Having auto pilot help him to dodge attacks with a fifty percent advantage was too amazing to pass up! “I’m gonna jump to the next beacon. Hold on to your asses!”

The crew warped into the aftermath of a battle. The battlefield was littered with debris from Federation ships and Rebels alike. Their allies had been sadly outnumbered but it was clear they fought valiantly and Captain Jones respected that. He began performing a more detailed scan of the wreckage when his sensors picked up an enemy ship. He gasped and switched on the comms. “To battle stations! We have a Rebel Disrupter in our vicinity!”

The orange spaceship faced the S.S. APH head-on and momentarily knocked out the shields, just in time for the orbiting drone to shoot their door systems.

“Why do they always target our doors?” Francis complained over the communications system. “It’s hardly a vital system.”

“I think it was potluck,” Arthur answered as his return fire knocked out the enemy weapons. “Got the weapons room! I’m going to knock out that drone and then alternate. I wouldn’t put it past them to begin repairs.”

“As you are, Kirkland!” Alfred chimed in as he kept an eye on the enemy movements from the helm. They made quick work of this battle and reaped the rewards. “Good job. You know the drill, Artie. Gotta get those door systems online again. Meet me there.”

“Aye, sir!”

The next beacon jump was nothing special. Beautiful, but nothing interesting. Francis stared out of his nearby airlock windows to view the dancing binary star before they warped to the next point.

“I’m gonna do a triangular-shaped loop here, dudes. I detect a merchant nearby and I wanna see what they have,” Captain Jones announced to his crew.

“Don’t let us get caught by the Rebels, Alfred!” Arthur’s voice warned him.

“They’re not close enough yet. We’ll be fine. We can’t risk running low on supplies and if we can get this hull fixed that would be great.”

“Good point. Carry on.”

The next jump led them to a destroyed space station. Alfred had reservations about this as life signs could be detected onboard. He bit his lip and weighed up the options of investigating. On the one hand, if he could recruit a new member that would be useful! Although he was well aware that doing these kind of investigations could risk damage to his current crew’s lives. After a moment of hesitation he decided not to risk his friends. They collected miscellaneous debris to repurpose for their own mission and jumped them to the next beacon.

The crew assembled on the Bridge to witness the hails of a Rock Scout. The Rockmen were a powerful race but these aliens seemed to be relatively friendly. “Hey, this is Captain Alfred F. Jones of the Federation Star Ship APH. How can we be of service today, my dudes?”

Arthur stared at his friend unhappily. “You could use proper English, idiot. Did you learn nothing from etiquette lessons when dealing with foreign entities?”

“There was nothin’ wrong with my lingo, Artie! Don’t make me pull rank.”

“Insufferable git.”

The Rockman Captain simply stared at these weird humans before gaining their attention. “We could really use some help.”

Alfred saluted. “How can we help?”

“Our FTL navigation system is shot. Can you help us to a nearby station for them to patch us up?”

“Sure thing, rock friend! I’m receiving your fuel down payment right now and I’ll key in the co-ordinates you sent.”

“Thank you. We will be one step behind you, following your jump signatures.”

Francis beamed at his Captain as their communications shut off with their neutral acquaintance. “That was very kind of you, Alfred!”

The American beamed. “If we can help anyone in distress on the way we damn well will! We’re still gonna do our planned route unless we’re forced to change direction, but those Rebel scumbags ain’t gonna take all of us down.”

Francis patted him on the back and returned to his post. Arthur shook his head. “I wish you’d let me deal with the foreign comms once in a while, Alfred, but you did well. I’m heading back to weapons. Try to get our hull fixed at the shop.”

The next jump led them to an outpost that certainly had merchants selling some wares! Arthur and Francis volunteered to be the away party as Alfred kept an eye on the advancing enemy fleet from the Bridge. Their tailing Rockmen friends also spent a bit of time gathering resources for the journey ahead.

Aware of the encroaching danger and their limited supply of scrap to trade for goods, the European representatives agreed that they should spend all of it on an Advanced FTL Navigation Augmentation that would allow them to leap to any previously visited beacon in one hop no matter the distance and the rest of the scrap was allocated to hull repairs. They promptly beamed back on deck and installed their new augment and checked with the Rockmen to make sure that they were ready to follow.

The S.S. APH jumped back the way they came and immediately leapt to the subsequent beacon. It was a tough decision because they had to completely ignore a distress call. The Rebel fleet was advancing far too quickly, they had to put as much distance between them as possible. Alfred felt terrible but his crew and the Rockmen following them depended on forward thinking. There was no helping those in distress right now.

“Rebel transport ship detected!” Captain Jones announced on the communications system. “It doesn’t seem to wanna fight but we can’t take risks. Plus we need the scrap, we’re kinda poor right now.”

“Engaging weapons, Captain!” Arthur replied, powering up the Burst Laser II to lock onto their weapons room. He was going to target the drones next as those little bastards were a pain to deal with.

“CANCEL THAT INTERACTION, KIRKLAND! ATTACK THEIR ENGINES, THEY’RE GONNA JUMP AND WARN THE FLEET!”

“Fuck, really?! Alright, locking both the lasers and missiles onto their FTL Drive!”

It was a tense moment as their weapons warmed up and as they celebrated decimating the enemy FTL Drive, a missile hit their own engines.

“ENGINES, DAMAGE REPORT!” Captain Jones cried.

“Ze bastards damaged ze FTL Drive. I’m working on a fix but my head…”

“Focus, Bonnefoy. You can heal after we destroy these idiots!” Arthur chipped in urgently. He switched the lasers to focus on the Rebel weapons room whilst keeping their Artemis missile locked on the enemy engines.

An explosion rocked the Bridge and Alfred coughed through the smoke. “Dammit, they’re breaking my controls. Kirkland, finish this now.” He gritted his teeth as he repaired the system damage. His wrist was pretty sore but nothing too dire.

“Aye, Captain!”

Fortunately, the battle was over with soon after and repairs could be finished to both the engines and the piloting systems. Jones and Bonnefoy met up in the medbay to heal their injuries before moving on. It was becoming clear how dangerous this mission was.

Back on the Bridge, Alfred instructed his crew that to get to the quest marker they needed to enter a nebula. Nebula zones were always risky as they knocked out sensors but they could also be beneficial in slowing down the enemy fleet. “We’re heading to the nebula. Be prepared for anything! Warp ahead, Bonnefoy!”

This felt like a mistake. Nebulas can be rather peaceful but today was not their day! A plasma storm was active so not only were their sensors dead but their reactor was crippled to half-capacity. The crew was in a mild panic trying to figure out what systems were down as a Rebel automated scout swooped in to cause them hell.

“GUYS, WE HAVE A PROBLEM. SEVERAL PROBLEMS,” Alfred yelled through the communications system.

“No shit!” Arthur shot back as he examined the diagnostics from his post. “Our oxygen isn’t powered, we’ll suffocate!”

“Heat up the weapons, Artie, we have company! I’ll divert power from the medbay to the oxygen room!”

“SHIELDS ARE DOWN AND THEY HAVE A DRONE!” Francis cried from the engine room. “We’re sitting ducks!”

“Divert ALL power from engines to the shields NOW!”

“Aye!”

“I’m locked on their weapons, Captain!” Arthur informed them. “The shield is holding off the drone, thank God.”

“Fire on that and then the drone. Destroy it as quickly as possible.”

“Thanks, Captain Obvious.”

Thankfully the battle was over swiftly. Shaken and worried, Alfred gave the order to drop the shields and restore power to the FTL Drive. They would drop off their Rockmen friends at the next beacon and make their way to the exit.

“Approaching the quest marker,” Captain Jones announced keeping the ship steady, ready for a break. “I’ll inform our little convoy back there.”

“Can one ship in addition to ours really be considered a convoy?” Francis responded contemplatively.

He didn’t receive an answer as the Rockmen’s ship zoomed away without warning and Alfred flipped the Red Alert siren. “AGH! IT’S A TRAP! How could they? We trusted them!” He turned on the power to all systems after they were clear of the plasma storm and glared at the Rebel Disrupter ship. How dare they! HOW. DARE. THEY.

Ignoring the possible melodrama his best friend was stewing in, Arthur had already locked their weapons on the Rebel weapons and drones with their Burst Laser II and the Artemis missile. DIRECT HIT! That’s getting business taken care of. He disabled the Artemis and focused the laser onto enemy shields. He needed no consultation on this strategy, they would not be made fools of! With the shields down and the enemies focused on repairing the damage he dealt to the drones, he fired once again at the weapons room. The Rebel scum would not get a say in this!

VICTORY! The crew celebrated briefly as they collected the remains of their enemy vessel.

“Let’s get the hell outta here,” Alfred urged, turning them towards the next beacon. “I don’t want to try my luck with another one of these guys.”

“We can make it to ze Exit Beacon in two jumps, Captain!” Francis informed him over the comms. “With ze Rebels gaining ground we shouldn’t take anymore detours.”

“Agreed, buddy! Full speed ahead!”

The Rebels were determined to control this star system! The subsequent beacon greeted them with another Rebel Rigger patrol. It stood between them and the exit. This could not be tolerated.

“I’m way ahead of you, Captain!” Arthur called over the communications. “I’ve locked on their weapons and drone rooms. I’ll target their FTL Drive afterwards, we can’t let them get away to inform the Rebel fleet of our location.”

“Show no mercy, Kirkland!”

“Aye, sir!”

Direct hits!

“The enemy is powering up it’s FTL Drive!” Alfred informed them urgently. “This could be bad!”

The landed hits on the enemy vessel weren’t enough to destroy the hull and the Rebels were an inch from jumping out of reach. Fortune dealt them an unexpected hand, though.

Alfred opened up the screen to receive a hail from the Rebel Rigger Captain. “Captain Jones speaking. Stop right there!”

The enemy Captain scowled but offered a metaphorical white flag. “The day is yours! Show us your honour by allowing us to leave with our lives.”

This was a very fragile situation. The enemy hull was weak but their FTL Drive was primed to jump any second. There would be no time to stop them unless they agreed to a truce. Alfred growled in frustration but knew there was no choice. “Kirkland, cease fire! We’re entering a truce.”

“What? Um, okay?” came Arthur’s puzzled response. There was probably a good reason to cease fire so he complied. He would demand answers later.

Captain Jones accepted the supplies from the Rebel Rigger and the enemy did not warp away. Phew, that was a close one. The advancing enemy fleet would not gain speed on them.

Tense, Alfred called a meeting on the Bridge. He turned to his crewmates gravely. “We’re getting real lucky with these battles, our damage has been minimal. With Rebels so close to our Exit Beacon we need to be ready for a possible interception between us and the warp point. Don’t let your guard down and we’ll decide which sector to head to next once the coast is clear.”

Arthur nodded and returned to the weapons room without any answers, but he didn’t need them. It was clear they were in trouble and Alfred made a solid judgement call. He would be ready to defend.

Francis remained by Alfred’s side as they made the final jump to the Exit Beacon.

There was an asteroid field not far from their destination. They decided to risk navigating it for some materials that would help them in the next sector. Luck truly was not on their side as asteroids violently knocked down their shields and damaged their hull!

“Fire in ze portside airlocks, Captain!” Francis cried.

“I’ll open the airlocks to extinguish it. Everyone meet me in shields! We’ll repair and move on!”

Once that crisis was averted, the crew met up to decide where to go next.

Would they jump to the Engi Controlled area, or the Zoltan Controlled area? Both were civilian sectors but carried their own unique risks.

TO BE CONTINUED IN THE NEXT SECTOR...

Chapter 1 - END

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[Cover Art] This image was drawn in HB pencil and painted in watercolour paints on the 8th August 2021. It was digitally enhanced in GIMP Image Editor on the 9th August 2021. Paper type = 130 gsm

This chapter was written on the 8th August 2021.

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highway-to-helltalia · 4 years

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Magic trio sleepover

APH Romania: Truth or dare?

APH Norway: ...truth.

APH Romania: Hmm... what do you look for in a man?

APH Norway: I suppose... strong, makes me happy, handsome...

APH England: Blonde? Uses too much hair gel? Danish?

APH Norway: Arthur, I'm giving you five seconds to run.

#hetalia #aph norway #aph romania #aph england #magic trio #dennor #?#i wrote this ages ago #and just found it

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heta-on-the-books · 4 years

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Hetalia Ask Blogs

Africa:

Egypt

@ask-aquaverse-egypt (AU Art Blog)

@ask-aquaverse-2pchildegypt (2p AU Art Blog)

@ask-gypt (Art Blog)

@ask-little-egypt (Child, Art Blog

@ask-hogwarts-egypt (AU Art Blog)

@ask-hogwarts-2p-egypt (AU 2p Art Blog)

Americas

America

@ask-aph-ajones (Art Blog)

@ask-catcafe-2pamerica (2p AU Art some lit Blog *2p America based, refer to multimuse*)

@ask-fallenangel-alfred (AU Art Blog)

@ask–immortal-alfred (Art AU Blog)

@ask-Ivanslittlecapitalist (Art Ask Blog)

@ask-kingpin-al (Human 2p Art Blog)

@ask-schoolmaster-alfred (Human 1860s School AU Art Blog)

Canada

@ask-farmer-canada (au'ish Art Blog)

@ask-telekinetic-matthew (Superpower AU Ask Blog)

Cuba

@aphcuba

@ask-divinity-cuba

Ancients

Ancient Egypt

@ask-kemet (art Blog)

@ask-mama-egypt (Cosplay Blog)

@ask-hogwarts-ancientegypt (AU Art Blog)

Britannia

@ask-his-flower-and-her-bear (Cosplay Blog, Cannon and OC Character)

Germania

@ask-germania (Art Blog)

@romemustbestopped (Cosplay Blog)

Persian Empire

@de-beste-persian-empire (Art Blog)

@ask-cohabitation-2p-persia (AU Art Blog)

@ask-hogwarts-persia (AU Art Blog)

Rome

@ask-nyo-rome (Cosplay Blog)

@ask-rome (Art Blog)

Asia

China

@ask-badlydrawn2pchina (2p Art Blog)

@ask-wang-yao (Art Blog)

Hong Kong

@ask-badly-drawn-nyo-hong-kong (Nyo Art Blog)

India

@hetaliaindie (4 Indias, Art Blog)

@ask-cohabitation-india (AU Art Blog)

@ask-cohabitation-2pindia (AU 2p Art Blog)

Japan

@ask-badlydrawn-japan (Art Blog)

@ask-bikerkuro (Human 2p/2p Nyo Art Blog)

@thehondasiblings (Japan, 2p Japan, Nyo Japan, 2p nyo Japan Art Blog)

Korea

ask-idol-nyoskorea (AU Nyo Art and Writing)

Europe

Belarus

@ask-egirl-belarus (AU Art Blog)

England

ask-mr-biscuit (Cosplay Blog)

Denmark

@askaphdk (Art Blog)

England

@askdoctoroliver (Human 2p Art Blog)

Finland

@ask-aph-finny (Art Blog)

France

@ask-le-fdp (2p Art Blog)

Germany

@ask-the-german-commander (Cosplay Blog)

@ask-mr-germany (Art Blog)

@askorcgermany (AU Blog)

@ask-useless-german (2p Art Blog)

@ask-the-useless-german (2p Cosplay Blog)

Iceland

@askaphice (Art Blog)

Italy

@ask-chef-lovino (AU Art Blog)

@the-ask-hetalia-italian-trio-blr (Feli, Romano, Seborga Art Blog)

@askitaliaromano (Cosplay Blog)

@askmediumnyoitaly (AU Nyo Art Blog)

S.Italy

@the-ask-hetalia-italian-trio-blr (Feli, Romano, Seborga Art Blog)

@ask-aphexperimentalia (AU Multimuse)

@daretoshipromano (Romano Multiship ask blog, refer to info post here @ixruiin (Semi Art Blog)

Liechtenstein

@ask-badlydrawn-aphliechtenstein (Art Blog) *On Hiatus*

Netherlands

@ask-thenetherlands (Art Blog)

@ask-the-other-dutchie (2p Art Blog)

Norway

@ask-aquaverse-nyo-norway (Group AU Art Ask Blog)

Portugal

@aph-portugeese-of-wine (AU Art Blog)

Prussia

@the-awesome-she (Nyo Art Blog)

@ask-east-prussia (2p Art Blog)

Russia

@ask-badlydrawn-spacegay-russia

@colorfulonionglobe (semi art blog)

Scotland

@ask-aph-female-scotland (Nyo Cosplay Blog)

@ask-hetalia-scotland

Multimuse

@askamericanregions (Art Multimuse Blog *United States: South, Northeast, Midwest, Southwest, West Coast*)

@ask-the-aph-aquarium (Art/lit Mertalia AU Blog)

@ask-aph-baltics (Fanart, incorrect quotes, fan fiction, memes) (muses Poland, Lithuania, Estonia, Latvia)

@ask-catcafe-2pamerica (AU Art some lit Blog) (Egypt, Turkey, Greece, Japan, Netherlands, Liechtenstein, China, 2p America)

@ask-aph-hongice (art, lit) (Iceland, Hong Kong)

@ask-aph-girls (Art Blog) (Aph Girls)

@ask-aph-high-school (AU Multimuse Art/Story Blog)

@ask-domestic-gerita (Art Blog) (Italy Germany)

@ask-hungary-prussia (Multimuse Art Blog)

@ask-aphexperimentalia (AU Multimuse)

@aph-neighbors (primarily Lovino, Feliciano, Ludwig, and Antonio) Cursed Hotel AU)

@ask-nyc-boroughs (Art Miltimuse Blog *nyc boroughs*

@asktheaxispowers Writing Blog *1p Germany, Italy, Japan, Prussia, and Romano*)

@ask-the-tall-blonde-gays (Art Ask Blog)

@ask-the-cursed-axis-trio (Art AU Blog) (Italy Germany Japan)

@ask-the-aph-nordicverse (Art Multi AU Blog)

@ask-toystory-hetalia (AU Multimuse Art Blog)

Oceanic

@ask-nyo-huttriver (Art Ask Blog)

OC’s @askamericanregions (Art Multimuse Blog *United States: South, Northeast, Midwest, Southwest, West Coast*)

@askaphindiana (Art Blog Statetalia, Indiana)

@ask-aph-lebanon (Art Blog)

@ask-aph-mohawk (Art Blog *Native American Mohawk*)

@ask-north-dakota (Art Blog *Dakota*)

@askbluegrass (Art Blog Statetalia, Kentucky)

@ask-cohabitation-wisconsin (AU Art Blog, Wisconsin)

@ask-irlghana (Ghana)

@askmahousorrenia (Art AU Sorrenia (micronation) Blog)

@askregalianorthsouth (Art AU Nyo South and Nyo Northeast US)

@asktheswedishprovinces (Art Multimuse Blog)

@wxrld-cities (Art/rp Multimuse Blog *London, Madrid*)

#hetaia ask blogs #aph ask blogs #hws ask blogs #aph #hws #hetalia

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ziashetalia · 4 years

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へたりあ総まとめ Pixiv ID: 40464419 Member: 663995 - こゆた@通販

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flyingsassysaddles · 6 years

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The Pirate’s Mermaid

Notes: Finally done! It took me a long while (writer’s block’s a pain in the butt) but I managed to write the creepy mermaid spuk fic you’ve always wanted! Requested by @ask-aph-cupcakes (sorry it took me so long ;-;)

Summary: The Verde Esmerelda has docked upon the pirate-infested Granger City and the esteemed pirates Antonio and Ludwig have set off to the Blushing Raven, a familiar tavern where they meet up with an old friend, Francis. However, Ludwig tells the group that he had received a mysterious offer from a Dutch smuggler he knows, something to do with magic. Said smuggler soon shows up and drags them over to their shop, and the sight that greets them is something they would never have imagined in their wildest dreams. Pirate/Creepy Mermaid AU, most likely a one shot. Request.

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The ship rocked back and forth in the rotten bay, sulking away from the crumbling docks and filthy men who gazed at it in wonder. The Verde Esmeralda, in all of its royal glory, shimmered in the musky water of Granger Bay, its graceful bow glaring down at the greasy sea rats that walked beneath it, flapping its elegant sails in protest of sitting in the disheveled bay that the nest of pirates offered.

A plank was lowered with a thud, and a gaggle of men skipped of the grumpy ship in favor of the barrels of wine that awaited them in the underground bars of Granger City. An elegantly dressed man waited behind them, still gazing at the city of filth that festered below him, shifting his chestnut hair behind his ears every once in awhile and pulling his drab hat down to shield his olive eyes from the setting sun. The lone pirate sat there in silence for a couple moments before a blond haired man marched up beside him and rolled his eyes at the daydreaming young man before him.

“Antonio, you have to stop gazing into the sunset every time we come to this godforsaken city. You’ll go blind and then I’ll have to deal with the captain alone.” He furrowed his brows further as Antonio continued to study the city below them and ignoring his blond friend. “Antonio, I know you can hear me.”

“Ludwig, you’re no fun,” declared the elegant pirate as he pushed himself off the rail and strutted down the plank, apparently finished with the deep thoughts he had tossed around and choosing to join the rest of the crew down at the bars. Ludwig hurried after him, shifting his long sword out of the way as he jogged down the Verde Esmeralda and joined his friend down at the rotting planks that led the way to the stone city.

“Why do they never fix these stupid planks!” Ludwig roared, lurching out of a hole his boot had smashed into the wooden dock. “This is a pirate town for God’s sake, why is it always so rundown?!”

“I think the town is too lazy to fix it, especially since this is the back end,” Antonio mused, skipping over the gaping holes and happily jumping on the solid ground. Ludwig grumbled after him, sneaking one last look at the lonely Verde Esmeralda and heading instinctively towards the bar the crew always went to when they stopped by Granger City. The duo absent-mindedly walked down twisting streets and moldy alleys, feet only speeding up when passing particularly rowdy buildings and silent men who walked with the pace of death in their eyes. They were almost halfway to the Blushing Raven, the tiny inn that always hosted their smashing parties and drunk tears, when Ludwig broke the silence that dominated the narrow dirt ridden street they were strolling through.

“You know the smuggler I was telling you about?” he asked, continuing after catching a glimpse of Antonio’s nodding head. “He got new goods, or as I believed he said, a ‘catch’ this time. Said it’d be something I’m interested in.”

“Well? What is it?” Antonio puzzled, hopping over a greasy puddle and dusting down his now dirty clothing with a sigh.

“That’s what’s odd about it. He didn’t say. Said I should meet him at the Blushing Raven and then he’d show me.”

“Sounds like a scam,” the brown-haired man advised, then looking in confusion as Ludwig shook his head.

“The way he wrote the letter it didn’t seem like he was trying to scam me. He seemed awfully serious about it. You know how the Dutchman is, always trying to sell people things. But it really sounded like he got a real deal. Besides, I’ve known Govert forever, he would never cheat me, well, not for a low price,” he added.

“What nice friends you have.” Antonio rolled his eyes, before perking up at the sight of the Blushing Raven that glimmered like a safe haven in front of them, already filled with the cheers of drunk sailors. The two raced into the tavern, the warm light beaming warmly into their empty stomachs as they bursted into the building to gulp down barrels of sour liquor. They quickly joined their usual table, and Antonio lit up when he caught sight of one of his more friendly acquaintances.

“Mon cher, you must sit,” the Frenchmen worried, pulling Antonio down onto a creaky chair and signaling a begrudging waitress to come over to their table.

“Helpful as always, Francis,” Ludwig grunted, kicking out his own chair as Francis continued fussing over Antonio.

“Oh you poor thing, you are filthy! Let me buy you a drink, Bella, some give my friend Antoine some rum, won’t you dear?” He motioned the blond waitress closer, and the woman came towards them with a sigh, no longer being able to avoid the Frenchmen who have given her nothing but trouble during the weeks he had stayed in the tavern.

“What is it this time Francis?” Bella snapped, already mentally rubbing her temples as she slammed the bottles of liquor on the table and shot an annoyed frown at the unaffected Frenchman, who eagerly grabbed another bottle and shot a wink at the irritated waitress. “I have at least 13 hungry and drunk sailors to feed, I don’t have time for your games.”

“Bella, my sweet giver of love, mon cher-”

“No more free drinks Francis.”

“Oh, why must you be so cruel?”

“I gotta quota is why. Oh, Antonio, I didn’t see you there!” Bella finally acknowledged the other two pirates at the table, one snickering, another jabbing an elbow into his companion's side. “Oh, and Ludwig too! You’ve finally come back to Granger City, I see. Welcome home boys!” She patted Antonio on the back and nodded to Ludwig, before picking up her tray and giving another glowing smile to her new customers. “Feel free to order anything you like! For you, it’s on the house!” Francis perked up and opened his mouth to ask a question when Bella added dryly, “And only for Antonio and Ludwig, Francis. No more free drinks for you.”

“Oh, how cruel you are! When you fall for me, I will make sure to use this as a shield from your attempts, you enchanting-”

“I mean it, Francis. You can’t flatter me like last time,” the Belgian said, though Antonio noted with a smile that there was a hint of red in her cheeks and a certain lightness to her step as she stomped away to serve more of his fellow pirates that howled and jeered in the humble inn.

Francis sighed and turned to Antonio, saying, “Well old friend, what brings you to Granger City? You don’t usually stop by.”

“I could say the same,” Ludwig said with raised eyebrows. “Why are you in Granger City, Francis? Shouldn’t you be in that port city you like so much? I thought you quit pirating.”

“Well, you know how it is, once you have the Royal Guard on your tail, they never let you go. Those men kept following me around,” Francis waved his hand in the air, “And then they caught me, we had a, how do you say, a conversation of sorts, and now I steal for them again.”

“Tale as old as time,” Antonio muttered dryly, sipping the low-quality rum in front of him and grimacing. “How’d they catch you?”

Francis was dead silent for a minute, staring at his glass almost unseeing and jolting out of his daze when Ludwig silently nudged him a bit. “Oh, you know. The way they usually do. Let us change the topic, non?”

Ludwig jumped at the chance to liberate the depressed Frenchmen from the gruesome topic and leaned into the table, pausing for a moment as the two men focused on the German and his serious face. “Francis, you know of Govert Achter, ja?”

Francis nodded, furrowing his brows in confusion as Ludwig leaned in even more to shield their conversation from the drunk men around them. “Oui, I know of him. He is the Dutch smuggler, non?”

“Ja. Have you seen him recently?”

“Yes, actually. He has been wandering around town selling his wares like he usually is. Why?”

“Well, he has an item he thinks I should have,” the German whispered, and Francis furrowed his brows even more. “AND! He said it had something to do with...magic!”

“Magic?” Francis leaned in, glancing around them to see if anyone was listening. “Are you sure? The crown has made that illegal years ago.”

“Yes I’m sure,” Ludwig nodded proudly, apparently satisfied that he had told his big secret, leaning back a shooting a rare smile. “And he said that-”

“Excuse me, Ludwig,” a cheerful voice chirped, and the trio whipped around to find Bella smiling back at them, tray in hand and placing bottles of rum on the loud table next to them. “Someone is calling for you in the front!”

Ludwig shot Antonio a look as if asking for his old friend to come with him with a simple flick of his eyebrows, and receiving a nod in return as they both stood up. The German shot Francis the same look but got a shrug in return as he said, “Sorry Ludwig, I simply cannot afford that kind of trouble right now. I’m barely passing by the Royal guard now, and I imagine they will not be too keen to see me deal with magic.”

The German nodded his understanding and patted him on the back as he passed, and Antonio whispered to the Frenchman as he walked past, “I’ll make sure to get you some magic potions if I see any.”

“You do that Antoine,” Francis chuckled before giving a half-hearted wave and going back to his drink as the two of them disappeared under the jeers and howls of the drunken sailors and their dancing forms.

The two pirates dodged their way to the front desk, ducking overthrown buckets of food and jumping over passed out sailors with all the wealth on their bones already stripped off their sleeping forms. As they passed the last table to the front, both men caught sight of the harsh frowning man in front of them, fingers impatiently tapping the desk as the Dutchman ran his left hand through his long hair. His green eyes lit up when he saw the approaching pirates before twisting into irritation as the two walked slowly over. The scars on the man’s face exaggerated themselves as the man scowled deeper, grabbing Ludwig by the arm and dragging him out of the Blushing Raven, ignoring both Antonio’s and Ludwig’s cries of alarm. Govert finally let the German go when they passed a dark alley near the inn and looked at them dully as they expressed how exactly pissed off they were.

“What the snoggers is wrong with you?!” Antonio spat as he rushed over to Ludwig, who was brushing off his pants that were filthy from being dragged from the tavern. The Dutchman rolled his eyes and motioned them into a squatted and pressed store to their right, huddled in between a pawn shop and a whore house. The duo grumpily followed him into the shop, dragging their feet and shooting nervous looks at one another. Was this really such a good idea after all?

Govert opened the door and walked into his small shop, and both pirates stopped dead at the array of trinkets, gadgets, charms, and an infinite amount of other items Antonio couldn’t describe if he had a million years. The roof had displayed thousands upon thousands of stars, galaxies, and specks of light that shimmered with the movement of a being so ancient one couldn’t count their age with the breath still left in on their tongue. It seemed to move, with planets and supernovas slowly shifting around, and as the dark sapphire of the blue abyss stared back at him, Ludwig nudged his attention to the left wall, where a rack of cold, empty weapons glared in the soft light emanating from various orbs around the room. Daggers and swords and slingshots and bows and axes and maces and whips and-

“Hey, you all done admiring my stuff?” Govert grunted, tearing both of their eyes from the particular and foreign objects that littered the room and forcing them back on his harsh face. “I don’t have all day, and I got an item to sell.”

“Alright, Govert, what is it?” Ludwig sighed, and they walked past the empty-looking tank to their right and watched Govert slowly walk behind the counter and pull something out. A small match sprung to life as a newly lit lavender fire burned happily in front of them and the Dutchman moved past the duo and cautiously stepped to the tank they had thought was empty.

Govert was about to put the lavender fire near the tank before he jerked his head over to the pirates and scowled, “I want you to know, I ain’t accepting anything less than 5 golds for these things. Very hard to get, very expensive. I’ll give you a break, Ludwig, as we have been, how do you say, acquaintances for a while, but I want my money’s worth on these two.”

“These...two?” Antonio cocked his head in slight confusion before it was shoved aside as the Dutchman threw the match into the tank and jerked back to where they stood. The weirdest thing Antonio had ever seen was starting to take place in that tank, as the happy purple flame the smuggler had put in there continued to burn in whatever pitch black liquid was in that thing, only that the edges of the liquid that touched the flame turned white and started to peel back, becoming colorless and allowing the duo to see the rocks and storage traps that had been placed inside. Soon enough, all of the black liquid was gone, and the flame gleefully poofed out of existence, the match falling to the bottom and disintegrating. The men didn’t even take note of this, however, because their eyes were stuck on two creatures that were slowly starting to wake up in the tank. There, in Govert’s smuggling shop, in his tank, were two mermaids.

Well mermen, specifically. And they didn’t look like any of the mermen Antonio had ever heard of. The mermen of fantasies and legends spoke of huge, handsome beasts, humming with magic and drowning all those in their domain. The reality was a lot less, impressive, to say the least. For starters, the two things that were in there were extremely small, measuring about two of Antonio’s hand spans maybe, and that was being a bit generous. Long teeth hung from their lips, like one of those tusks he had seen so long ago during Market Day, and more razors could be seen slicing remains of food when they opened their scaled mouths, imitating the mythical beast of old in their snarls and rings of sound that resonated through the air when those teeth clashed. Fish scales dug into their bodies, and instead of arms, frog-like hands and webby skeleton limbs sticking out of their body awkwardly like they weren’t used to staying still like they were now as they were waking up. The tails were surprisingly delicate though, at least on the smaller one, with different shades and tones flashing among every strand and scale in the feathery limb, giving only a glimpse of the strong, unbreakable tail underneath. The taller one was more plain and green, but the smaller one sparkled every bright color known to mankind, and then some, painstaking attention to detail written on its scales.

The mermen started to wake up more rapidly, jerking their odd fins and flapping their tails almost groggily and the plain green one looked the brown-haired pirate in the eye, and it was only then that Antonio found out their strangest trait. They had no eyes. They were bleak and colorless, the only change in shade being the darkness wound the frame of their pasty eyelids and the soulless dot in the middle that stared emptily at the two humans, and Antonio could have sworn that he saw those obsidian eyes twist into an expression of anger on that strange, scowling green one.

They immediately found each other, the rainbow one bolting over to the side of the tank that hosted the green creature, which seemed to grow more irritated by the second. As the smaller merman his behind his courageous counterpart, the merman he was hiding against opened its mouth as if to say something, and a high pitched noise shattered the air, shaking the glass orbs on the walls and the strange trinkets on the floor. Ludwig and Govert covered their ears and groaned in pain at the high pitch, but Antonio sat there entranced, finding that high frequency rumbling to be strangely beautiful.

“Stop that racket, you stupid fish!” Govert roared, stomping over to the tank and slapping the glass, making the mermen dash over to the corner behind one of the rocks and hiding them from sight as the humans started to recover from their shock and that blasted scream.

“What was that?” Ludwig breathed, staring at the tank unbelievingly and ignoring Govert’s rolled eyes.

“Those are mermen, in the flesh. A bit underwhelming at first, but they have a hell of a bite. I think they can talk too, but not in any language I can understand,” Govert responded, brushing off his pants with cleverly hidden shaking hands and walking over to the counter. “The black stuff is to keep ‘em asleep, cause when they’re awake, all they do is scream and break stuff with some kind of magic. Special fire activates the black stuff, and boom, screaming mermen. Found ‘em off the coast of one of the Skull islands. Got caught by a fisherman who didn’t know any better, and now they’re mine, though maybe not for much longer.” Govert studied them with a calculating eye, before saying, “So boys, what’ll it be?”

Ludwig was still staring at the tank, not listening what so ever. He turned over to Govert and said, “What?”

“How much are you going to pay for ‘em? I have a heck of a long list of potential buyers, but I let you take the first look at the goods, Ludwig, so keep it short and simple.”

Antonio stepped closer to the glass, blocking out the banter that immediately started going on between the two blondes and lightly tapping the glass with a single finger. He waited for something to happen, and soon enough, the green merman hobbled out from behind the rock and stared at the pirate with those strange eyes. It swam closer as Antonio stood as still as he could, before finally floating in front of the Spaniard and reflecting the same fascinated look the human was giving it. The man mouthed a “Hello,” at the creature, and it stared at him for a while before mimicking the action, scaled face twisting into an emotion Antonio couldn’t read. He held his breath as it slowly moved its webbed claws towards him before the two creatures almost seemed to touch hands, and this time an emotion the Spaniard could read was on its face. Help me.

“How about 50 dinak for them? I’ll throw in a free raid if I can convince the captain.” Ludwig’s voice finally broke through the trance Antonio found himself before he jerked around to the Dutchman with an erratic look in his eyes.

“I’ll buy him.”

“What?” Govert stared at him in confusion and looked over at the German, who shrugged. “What do you mean you’ll buy them.”

“I’ll buy him. Both of them. With my own money. Here, I have it right now.” The Spaniard lurched his hands into his pockets and brought out a sagging, moth-eaten looking pouch, only for gold light to glint out as he spilled the pouch contents on the table. “I have 30 dinak with me right now, and I have more on the ship. That’s enough for them, right?”

Govert stared in shock at the gold in the counter before he ripped that expression off his face and settled comfortably into business mode. “Each of ‘em cost 25 dinak or no deal.”

Antonio’s jaw dropped before he snapped it shut again and the crazy glint in his eyes outshone the feeling of caution his brain was screaming at him. “Alright, 25 dinak for the green one.”

Now it was Govert’s time to gape as the Spaniard started counting his gold and handing 25 pieces near the Dutchman’s hand. Wasn't he even going to barter? He cast a look to Ludwig who just shrugged and took out his own money. “Um, alright then.”

The green mermaid watched with his pale eyes as money exchanged hands, flicking his decorated tail closer to the strange barrier and letting his teeth slide further down as he stared at the brown-haired man. His magic crackled through his body, and he was waiting for something, anything, to happen. One mistake, and he could drown all these disgusting things that had taken him away from his home. He watched the one who had trapped him step closer to the tank with a strange metal glowing in his hands. Odd.

Govert knocked on the cage, letting the 50 dinaks slide into his pocket as he threw another flame into the tank, this one happily burning a bright blue, and jumped back as the water twisted and curled back into a gruesome black. After a few moments, he walked over and grabbed a net. “You sure you want both of ‘em?”

Ludwig nodded, his pouch of money feeling strange after paying his 25 dinak, and watched as Govert reached into the inky tank, wading his hand through the nasty stuff until it felt the hard scales of the mermen. The rainbow monster was pulled out first, luxurious scales looking dull in the soft light the magic items around the dim shop glowed, and the feather-like tail now was now a tired mop of mush in the cold air. It was asleep, barely breathing in the foreign air and faintly sighing in relief when it was gently placed in a sphere bowl. “One down, one to go,” Govert grunted, and he reached down in the tank, trying to brush up against the light feathered tail or jagged scales of the merman when his hand jolted to a stop. A green whiff of magic snaked out of the water and drifted towards the Dutchman, who stood there frozen in fear and another alluring emotion he couldn't name. The green smoke grew, and the inky black water turned the darkest emerald and twisted away so a glowing creature could be seen in the dark. It floated up, reaching for the Dutchman and teeth flashing in the light when its prey was shoved away from the tank.

Ludwig slammed the man on the floor, and the trance that had taken hold of the cold smuggler shattered, to the frustration of the magical creature in the corner and to the relief of the pirates in the room.

“You okay?” Ludwig breathed, and Govert nodded numbly, still staring at the green light and mouth slightly open. “I think the rainbow one is just fine.”

“No, let me try.” Antonio confidently walked over to the tank, hand on his sword out of reflex and staring the jade mermaid in its pearly eyes. The two other men gaped at him, Govert’s eyes stilled glazed with shock and Ludwig’s dumbfounded face growing even more extreme as the man stood a mere foot from the tank.

Before any of his companions could shout out, he plunged his arm into the water, breath-stopping and a shallow gasp being drawn out of him when the frigid water made its pinpricks of cold known. He waded his arm through the water, searching for that glowing demon, and his hand brushed against a smooth scale. It was gone before Antonio's mind could register the delicate touch and he waded his arm around again, and this time, a sharp surface dug into his skin and he jerked his hand out of the water, before shakily lowering it back in and holding his breath again. A green smoke was still floating around the tank, and it seemed to mix with the water until Antonio could see two bright eyes staring back at him, not the pitless white of the mermen, but two emerald eyes, human eyes, that glared at him with suspicion and demanded an answer for this treatment. Antonio stared entranced, before a small, soft portion of his mind spoke back to those green eyes in the smoke, saying that he meant no harm, he was trying to free them, they could trust him, and the green eyes blinked in response, studying the human and picking apart his thoughts bit by bit, before a desperate look flooded over them and the emerald eyes disappeared, though not before blinking at the man in acceptance one final time. The green smoke flooded his vision, and the world swayed beneath his feet as he stumbled back, hand somehow gone from the water, and tripped over his feet and slammed onto the floor. His head hit a hard surface, some sort of trinket of Govert’s, he remembered thinking, before the world faded to black.

Ludwig and Govert were still gaping at the Spaniard, looking from the hazing green smoke to the now unconscious man on the floor.

“What the living devil below was that?!” Ludwig raised his eyebrows in surprise at Govert’s unusual use of strong language, before shrugging and dragging the man up.

“I think he was talking to it.”

“What the snogger was there to talk to?! It’s a FISH! What was with that hocus pocus magic green smoke shit?!” Govert exploded, snarling at the tank and throwing his hand in the air in defeat, apparently recovered from his touch with the hand of death. “How am I supposed to sell these things when they can make glowing smoke pop out of nowhere and scream to kingdom come?! The crazy magician market is only so deep!” Govert stormed over to the desk and scowled, digging through a metal plated cabinet in behind the worn desk and plopping down a huge pile of papers. He then proceeded to dig into them, before dragging out a short piece of blue paper and turning his frow even harsher.

“Why are you so upset, Govert? Don’t they usually do that?” Ludwig asked as he knelt down to study his fellow pirate, rolling his eyes when he saw the knocked out man and throwing him hastily over his shoulder.

“No that’s not what they ‘usually’ do! The fishermen and the mermaid-hunters said they were complacent! Stupid! Almost magicless unless a special procedure is applied to their scales! Not some weird smoke thing popping out from their freakish eyes! I got scammed! Scammed I say!” The smuggler was absolutely livid, shoving aside his pile of papers and flipping through an old book that seemed to have popped out of nowhere. “SEE! Says they’re stupid and harmless creatures who can sell for a rich cost because of their rarity! Not whatever THOSE things are! I’m going to track down the Portuguese bastard and throw him to the fishes along with the rest of his stubborn crew!” The enraged smuggler carried on with his rant, using his explosive anger to hide his shaking hands that were still cowering from that, that thing, and slammed the book closed.

“Govert, if you want, we can give them back for study-” Ludwig started to offer hesitantly before being violently interrupted by a furious and shaking Govert.

“NO! No, I refuse to have those MONSTERS in my shop! I can sell anything, but I refuse to sell things that almost killed me!” the wild man screamed, a crazy glint in his eye as he shoved them out of his shop. “GO! Go and take those demons with you! That thing almost killed me, and I will NOT have it in my sight anymore!” He bolted over to his desk, grabbed the bowl where he had put the first merman, and almost threw it at the stunned German. He then threw another match into the tank, this one yellow, which shattered the glass with a crackling boom and poured the water all over the floor. The green merman quickly woke up, gasping for breath in the open air and eyes glassy as the Dutchmen yanked it off the floor by the tail and threw it into the bowl as well.

“G-Govert, your shop-”

“I don’t give a damn about whatever that magic voodoo will do to my floors, just GET OUT!” The shaking Dutchman shoved him out of the squat shop and slam the door so hard the walls rattled, leaving a shocked German in the cold, covered in magic water vapor, an unconscious pirate slung over the other’s shoulder, and two extremely confused mermaids swimming in a small glass bowl that was already starting to shake with the combined power of their magic.

“Well, that went well,” Ludwig remarked dryly to open air, shifting Antonio on his shoulder and starting down the narrow alleyway back to the Blushing Raven. On second thought, the German concluded, perhaps taking two extremely magical and confused creatures into a confined space with tons of other humans around was not the best idea. He shifted his course and headed back to the ship, taking a left here and jumping over a small, sort of pointless fence there, before ending up on the slippery dark stones of the dock.

The waves rumbled into the rotten docks, causing a crunch here or there, though Ludwig tried to block the murmurs of disrepair below him as he took a deep breath and stepped out onto the sinking wood, pirate over the shoulder and all. He hastily jogged over the sagging planks and stopped desperately next to the place a plank was usually lowered when they docked, the tide causing the wood to shudder and quake beneath him.

“AYE, ANYBODY UP THERE?!” Ludwig listened hard in the cold night air for a reply, before a squeaky voice answered him.

“I’m here, yes I am, and I’m guarding the ship, like the captain said I should, yes sir!” A bundle of blond hair poking out of the side of the railway and light blue eyes along with the most hideous eyebrows stared back at him in wonder. “Aye, why you out so late, old Kraut?”

“Peter, lower the planks!”

“Why?”

“Because I need to get on!”

“Why?”

“To not beat your head in, that’s why! Let me in!”

“Alright fine, no need to be all shouty,” the cabin boy pouted, and Ludwig swore to himself that he would make the captain throw the brat overboard at the nearest opportunity. “Why is the Spaniard on ya shoulder, old Kraut!”

“LET ME IN!”

“Alright, alright!” Peter pushed one of the buttons that activated the magic plank, lowering it and making it thud on the rotten wood. Ludwig jumped onto it, running back onto the ship and sighing in relief to have the ocean under his feet again. There we go, safe and sound, he sighed internally, and walked over to his cabin, adjusting the falling Spaniard on his shoulder every couple of seconds and bursting the door open with his foot.

“There we go, home sweet home, Antonio,” the German grunted before plopping the man off his shoulder and onto the bottom bunk where he slept. “I think the bed bugs missed you!”

The pirate groaned in response, slowly crawling his way out of the pit of unconsciousness, and Ludwig threw himself down on the creaky chair in the corner, grimly looking around the cramped room and sighing.

“Well Antonio, we messed up yet again. We are 50 dinak poorer, Francis most likely thinks we’re dead, Govert will never talk to me again, and now we have to mermen who hate our guts and cause magic smoke that helps them eat people. What a great day, don’t you think?”

Antonio groaned again, burying his head underneath his arms and croaking, “I think I have brain damage.”

“I know you have brain damage,” Ludwig snorted back. “What are we going to do with these magical fish?”

“Keep ‘em?”

“Throw them overboard more likely. What did that smoke do to you anyway?”

“I saw a pair of beautiful eyes that could read my brain.”

“Alright, you’re staying on the bed for at least 3 more days,” Ludwig sighed, placing the bowl on the nailed-down table and studying the half petrified-half furious magical creatures in the corner. Silence reigned between them as the ship creaking, rocking back in forth in the filthy bay and groaning her wooden walls in protest, when Antonio spoke, a dazed look in his eyes and his voice filled with the still moment of disbelief.

“Should we name ‘em?”

“Not yet,” Ludwig replied tiredly.

“Oh. I thought we could name the green one Arthur.”

“Like I said, a little too early for that.”

“And the rainbow one Feliciano,” he added.

“You are getting way too attached to these all-powerful fish of the deep caught by one of your Portuguese enemies.”

“I thought he got them from a fisherman?”

“Me too, but that’s what he said. Lied to us, maybe.”

“Ugh, this conversation hurts my brain. Talk to you in the morning, Ludwig.” Antonio turned over on his cot so his backed face the German, who sighed and stared at the mermen some more. The rainbow merman almost seemed to give him a hesitant wave, before the small creature was slapped down by the green one. Ludwig gave a rare smile in response and looked at the ceiling with a sigh. Tomorrow they had to come up with a plan on what to do with these bastards, though they haven’t done anything destructive yet, strangely. At least they had that going for them. The German sat up and walked over to his own cot, giving one last look to the eyeless small mermen, before lying down and praying they didn’t try to blow anything up while he was asleep.

Yes, tomorrow really was going to be an interesting day, wasn’t it?

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frukgeneral · 6 years

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I've been in a big spy mood lately with James Bond, Atomic Blonde, and Totally Spies. I've finished drawing Arthur as 007, and I've got a request for Alice and Marianne as Lorraine and Delphi. I'm just trying to think who'd be a good fit to be Sam, Clover, and Alex. Anyone have any suggestions? I love Belgium and Hungary; which aph girl would be a good fit with them in a spy trio?

#the frog croaks #whod be jerry lmfao

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spacekiwi-art · 5 years

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sorry very confusing speech bubbles and placements asdfkads; mostly vent sketchess- This also relates to this post I made--

I WAS working on some asks for my ghosthunters blog then I cried like for 1 minute over my adhd then decided to do some sketches and stuff on this au I’ve been thinking of lately

Anyways, so a highschool AU- Arthur meets Alfred, he has some stuff going on with him but wants to be a hero ya know. Arthur meets Francis, Francis has been bullied by Al, he doesn’t want the same for Arthur, Alfred makes sure that Francis is being good to Arthur, etc etc (Go search for yaself about conduct disorder if ya wanna know something neww)

EDIT (22/10/19): Y’ALL MY DUMBASS-- CONDUCT DISORDER IS N O T CURABLE I DON’T KNOW WHAT WENT THROUGH MY HEAD DSJDSJKDS

#facefamilyart #hetalia #fruk #aph #aph america #alfred f jones #aph england #aph britain #arthur kirkland #aph france #francis bonnefoy #blond trio

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d-joana-a-shippadora · 6 years

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Enchanted Love

I’M SO SORRY FOR THE DELAY, @ineslopesgomes (ok, this isn’t tagging her, damn).

Anyway, this fanfic was better on my head. I swear to God. The end is meh, but still good. Not as good I wished... BUT I INCLUDED THE PROMPT, @aph--portugay , I’M SO PROUD OF MYSELF!

Oh well, this is an AU “there are magical beings in our society, but we don’t know” (ok, this could be our reality, we never know--- I’m quite a believer, actually.) Witch!England x Enchanted Moor!Portugal (EXCUSE YOU, BUT I LOVE THE IDEA PORTUGAL BEING AN ENCHANTED MOOR!)

Have a good reading! <3

The scents of the plants were notorious in that little florist, at the corner of that street that, coincidentally, had "flower" in its name.

Afonso thought this was funny; the owner of this florist, founded by his deceased grandmother, had a quiet life, with nothing abnormal. It had a definite and simple routine, without anything intriguing. He woke up early, thanks to his roster, Eusébio, who did the honours of waking him personally; that is, he would enter the house and sing (screaming) in Afonso's ear. Then, in a state of drowsiness, he went to bathe and then his breakfast (often accompanied by Eusébio, who watched him from the window; actually, once the neighbour's cat also kept him company and Afonso only noticed him when the cat scratched his leg. He called him Tareco, but his real name was Tavares, what a weird name to give to a cat...). He treated the plants and animals at home while he listened to the radio and humming the music that was playing. Then he go down the stairs of the building and was in the florist; he prepared everything to open on time (but the boy wasn't punctual at all).

Anyway, it was a normal routine.

Or so he thought.

From time to time, a group of three people came in late Friday to buy rare and hard-to-find herbs; fortunately, Afonso had them in his grandmother's old garden, though they weren't for sale at first. However, the supposed leader of the trio, a blond boy with funny eyebrows, made such a lovely face when the Portuguese commented about the garden that the brunet didn't resist.

He didn't have to be too smart to suspect the trio was plotting, but he wouldn't meddle.

At least that's what he wanted.

Since then, the supposed leader has been coming every Friday to buy such plants. This made Afonso start to interest him and wanted to know more about him.

His name was Arthur, born in London, and his best friends were Lukas and Andrei, the other members of the trio. He believed in mystical beings, and every time he talked about it, his green eyes sparkled with enthusiasm. The same wasn't true about his family; he problaby have family problems, but Afonso wouldn't ask about it.

It wasn't Friday, but the blond was in the florist, dressed in a term. Very professional and formal, since he usually wore casual clothes. Afonso had to admit; he liked to see Arthur dressed in this way.

"G-Good afternoon!"

"Good afternoon," said Afonso, with his smile. The blond blushed.

"Ah..." the blond began rummaging in his briefcase, taking out a small sack of pale pink cloth with a green bow. "T-Take it!"

The florist looked curiously at the sack and picked it up.

"Can I ask..."

"I-It's nothing!" Said the blond, moving his hand frantically. "It's to thank the plants ... I-I know they aren't easy to find, nor are they for sale..."

"Oh... You didn't have to."

The Englishman didn't know what to say; he said goodbye as fast as he could and left. Afonso smiled, finding it incredibly lovely.

After closing the florist, the brunet went up the stairs to home and, in the kitchen, peered at the contents of the bag, excited to see what was there.

It was biscuits that were burned, which shocked him - he thought the other was "perfect," so he would never have imagined it. But there was clearly a sweet smell impregnated in them.

He smiled again and looked at Eusébio, sitting on the window sill.

"Funny that he doesn't think it strange that I have magical herbs in the garden, don't you think, Eusébio?"

"King Eusébio for you, Fonz," complained the bird in his thick voice. "And it's not like you're a wizard like your paternal grandmother. You're like your maternal grandfather."

"I know, King," he laughed and fiddled with the green lace. "But I also know that he has put something to make me fall in love with him."

Eusébio said nothing; simply nested. It wasn't necessary, he began to think, you are already in love with him. But I promised your grandmother I would protect you...

From the beginning, Arthur knew that it would be difficult to make Afonso fall in love with him. When he met him, he felt the famous butterflies in his stomach and his cheeks turning red; how could there be such a man?

Arthur knew he was in love, so he wanted to conquer Afonso. He talked to him, tried to get to know him more and more, tried to show himself a little, not in a convinced way, but to make Afonso interested in him.

But it was difficult. Especially when there was someone else in Afonso's life.

He didn't know what kind of relationship he had with Afonso, only that he lived with him. He was a young man with light brown hair and green eyes; he was shorter than the Portuguese, and if he heard correctly, his name was Li. Although the name was Eastern, he was Caucasian.

Not knowing the nature of their relationship, Arthur saw him as his rival.

But nothing seemed to indicate that he had made progress. Desperate, he had made spellbound cookies and gave it to him.

But that shattered him; heavens, what a coward, how stupid; to bewitch someone to love him? This was terrible, it was the worst of the worst. Afonso would never really love him that way. Just the thought of seeing him made his stomach turn; the sense of guilt strangled him, tightened his mind until his soul was destroyed and heavy.

He stopped going to the florist; instead, it was Lukas who was buying the herbs.

He knew very well that Lukas wouldn't say anything about him to Afonso, which left him placid.

Arthur couldn't stop thinking about Afonso; he needed to get something to distract him. He soon realized that he hadn't drawn in a long time.

Decided, he picked up his drawing material and headed for the nearest park. As he drew, he felt freer and more relaxed. It was his father who had taught him to draw; despite their controversial relationship. He didn't like to think of his father very much, but he had to admit that sometimes he had been a good father... Only sometimes, unfortunately.

"That's the one, isn't it?!"

"King, don't do this!"

Someone approached Arthur abruptly, and he looked up; he had never seen the tallest man with brown hair and brown eyes and tanned skin, but he recognized. the one who accompanied him as Li.

The tall one had a furious expression; Arthur was afraid.

"You!" He exclaimed, clearly irritated. "How dare you give something bewitched to Fonz and disappear shortly afterwards like a coward?!"

Arthur was shocked, of course; how did he know that? Heavens, would Afonso have noticed and told to Li...?

"D-Don't be like that, King Eusébio!" Li asked, half frightened.

"Shut up, you idiot lynx!"

"Fonz will be annoyed if he finds out you're being mean to Arthur!"

Eusébio sulked at that and crossed his arms.

"Who..." Arthur began hesitantly. "Who are you?"

"I'm Li and he's Eusébio," Li replied, pointing his thumb at the other. "And we are Fonz's familiars."

"Familiars...?"

"Yes... He will know better, but we were instructed by his grandmother to protect him. That's why Eusébio is furious with you."

"You look like you aren't mad like me!"

"Anyway," Li ignored Eusébio. "Afonso misses you."

"That feeling is false..."

"No, it isn't, idiot!" Eusébio exclaimed, uncrossing his arms in fury. "He really likes you and not because of those cookies you gave him! He didn't even eat them because he knew they were bewitched!"

That made Arthur feel so bad about himself. Afonso had even noticed. The Brit wanted to slip into a hole so shamed he was. But... Afonso liked him... He really liked him...

Arthur had to redeem himself and tell about his own inner feelings.

Afonso was restless. Eusébio rarely leaves home; preferred the comfort of home. Unlike Li, this one was very adventurous.

Among his brothers, Afonso was the only one born with a magic, since he was the son of a different mother. It was insignificant, almost nonexistent, but there it was. His grandmother Dolores had noticed; it was a magic different from hers, and with some research she discovered that the maternal grandfather was an enchanted Moor. And so, while alive, she tried to teach and stimulate the magic of Afonso, to develop it. She saw in him potential, an heir to her magic.

So she made sure he had familiars to help him. Magical contracts were important, in her opinion.

Though his magic was still weak... Her efforts weren't very fruitful there.

"Fonz," heard Li call, as he opened the door. "We arrived!"

"My God, where... Oh," Afonso interrupted when he saw Arthur with them. "Artie... Hello..."

Eusébio and Li returned to their animal forms, rooster and lynx respectively, and left close to them to give them privacy.

Afonso's face paled; why were they going back to their normal shape with Arthur there?!

"I-I.. I can explain..."

"I already know," Arthur said in a comforting tone of voice. He knew that Afonso was frightened that his secret had been revealed; just as he was. "Afonso, I wanted to apologize for what I did..."

"You don't have to apologize," said Afonso, revealing a small smile. "Hug me and swear you won't disappear like this again!"

The blond felt his cheeks burn; he laid the drawing material on the nearest dresser and, timid and hesitant, raised his arms to receive Afonso. His smile widened and Afonso jumped into Arthur's arms. They held each other for a few minutes; Arthur's heart seemed to want to explode. Oh, Afonso smelled like flowers...

"I-Isn't enough?" Arthur asked, embarrassed; the Portuguese found it amusing.

“You’re soft and warm and I don’t want you to move.~”

#porteng #engport #aph portugal #aph england #hetalia #fanfic #joanashippadora #i did it #also in canon verse eusébio and li are normal animals #just to make it clear :'v #but i won't denied that in one rp they were turned into human by england #very funny story #i hope you liked!

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