Pirate!EnglandXReader Count 3Pirate!EnglandXReader Count 3
Arthur thought he was dead.
What else would he think if he had passed out while cold and wet and woken up warm and dry?
Wait. Arthur remembered that girl calling his name...______.
That crazy girl who had almost pounded his skull in.
His eyes snapped open. He was in a bed, next to the girl. In his underwear.
He opened his mouth to scream.
Now, we've gone over that Arthur was a very heavy sleeper, yes? You, however, certainly weren't. Years of having your eldest brother James pounce you awake to get you up (he had always found your face when mad very amusing) made you very easy to wake.
You heard Arthur's sharp intake of breath and was whipped into consiousness. You slapped a hand to his mouth.
"I need you to calm down and listen. I know this is strange," you felt heat rush to your face, "but if my mother hears you and finds you, you will surely be killed."
Of course, he didn't listen. They never listen when you tell them to. Arthur backpedaled wil
Pirate!EnglandXReader CountPirate!EnglandXReader Count (Part 1)
You pulled yourself out of the water, feeling quite satisfied. You had just taken a rather long swim off the coast near the port town in which you lived. You glanced down at your soaked clothes. One couldn’t very well swim in a dress, so you opted to dress in men’s clothes whenever you swam. If your hair was in a ponytail, and no one got a proper look at you, they thought you were a young boy. You shirt and pants were positively dripping. You wrung out your now tangled hair and put it back up.
You stood up and were just about to walk back to the town when an object caught your eye. Or, rather, chunks of an object.
Pieces of a rowboat floated in the sea, the wood swollen and waterlogged. You squinted, trying to make out any means of identification, when you witnessed a disturbance in the water.
A hand briefly broke the surface before sinking back down again.
Someone is drowning.
You shouted a string of curses most inappropriate for a la
RomanoxReader The Pickpocket Chapter 10Veneziano was so excited to see you when you arrived in Venice. He was jumping around and hugging anything that moved. His home was relatively small, actually; it had a connected kitchen-living room with three doors on one side. Two led to bedrooms and the middle one led to a bathroom. Italy started shouting for Germany to come out to meet you. You heard a deep voice call back from one of the bedrooms.
"Italy! I am trying to work, and it would do you well to do the same!"
"Germany!" Italy whined.
"Fine! But after that, you get to work too, you understand?"
"Yes commander!" Italy twirled off to the kitchen where he'd been making food. A tall buff-looking man stepped out to the bedroom. He was well dressed and looked slightly aggrivated. He stuck out his hand to you.
"Hello, I am Germany. It is a pleasure to meet you," he said matter-of-factly.
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