Ѳн Ɩ'м α Ƥιяαтɛ... ☠ Pirate!Hetalia ☠ [Accepting!]

[Sakhmet .]

United States of America
Alfred F. Jones
Crew member of the English Ship

Lowering the gun he looked at the girl,
Continuing to lock the trigger, and
shove the gun into his belt loop. Alfred
looked back to Arthur I might not be
very smart, but I know who you were fighting
for, Arthur. Sighing, he used his arm;
which was now free, to support Arthur a bit
more. "I have to blame myself, I-" He couldn't
manage to finish the sentence. "We need to
get back to our ship, before something worse
happens." He looked back up at the girl.
Thank you...

|For you D; My friend got braces, and she really hates it. They cut into her gums and stuff all the time, her mouth is like always bleeding o-e|

Maryland
Kayla Jones
A General Helper on the English Ship

For a second, Maryland just stood there,
dumbfounded. She had never been asked
something like that before."Oh, um me?"
Maryland stuttered slightly. "Kayla Jones."
After stating her name, simply and
straight-forwardly, she just shrugged. "I'm
not on the ship very often either, this is
only my third time actually being on board,
I got on last time we docked." She looked
to her side, and back "I'm only here to clean,
though..."

[Hornz]

((Oh. I'll get over it sometime soon... But this retainer is like a torture device or something! D: It hurts, and it's got this thing to apparently keep my tongue from pressing my teeth, but all it does is hurt it. ;-;))


{. Arthur Kirkland .}
"I love you, too," Arthur mumbled even though Alfred hadn't said anything like that in the first place. It didn't matter, though, because he figured that if he had a chance to die right there, he should say it at least once more. He managed to weakly — and blindly — pick up the sword and put it in its sheath. Pushing himself to his feet, he swayed lightly before grinning almost madly down at Alfred. "Nothing else could possibly get worse." That, of course, was a lie, but Arthur didn't want to put Alfred in anymore mental and emotional pain. He was blaming himself for a fight he didn't start or cause, and for the Brit leaving his guard down long enough for Antonio to hit him. He held out his hand for the American, grin softening slightly. Then, with an uncharacteristically soft and gentle tone, "Come on."

[Sakhmet .]

United States of America
Alfred F. Jones
Crew member of the English Ship

Alfred stood, helping himself up,
just for Arthurs' sake, but he still
accepted his hand, for a moment.
Then lifting Arthur from the ground,
careful with his wound doing so. He
quietly made his way to where the
rails met, and then stepped over them,
making an attempt to keep his balance.
"Where to?" Alfred asked, not expecting
to get a senseful answer anymore.Even
if you do go completely mad, I'll still love you.

|I hope it feels better soon. I got the 12 hours of sleep I needed xDD|

[pappuppy]

Mahlia/Fiji.

I catch the look in the American's gaze and my face grows serious before I nod once to him. I then turn back to my brother and take his hands gently.
"Hermano!" I bark, green gaze ablaze,"You need to stop this, you has your treasure now! But you're injured!" I say; my gaze firmly locking onto his shoulder.
I hold up the leather sack of jewels and hold I had swiped before I smile grimly.
"Por favor Hermano. Let's leave:"

[Hornz]

((Yay for 12 hours of sleep! xD))


{. Arthur Kirkland .}
Just because he didn't want to argue, Arthur let himself be carried around, even if it was horrible for his image. Standing up on his own like an idiot had really drained all of his energy to the point of passing out. His head fell against Alfred's chest, not even caring anymore. If anybody had anything to say about it, he wouldn't hesitate in showing them that he could still fight, even with his side split open. "Huh?" he asked softly, not expecting a question. Blinking hard, trying to clear his thoughts, Arthur looked up at Alfred. "Oh, um... My room."

[Sakhmet .]

United States of America
Alfred F. Jones
Crew member of the English Ship

Alfred turned in the direction of
the door,which he had seen Arthur
in and out of pretty often. "Okay,"
He swung the door open, and took a
step in. He had never been in the room
before. He had seen glimpses of it when
it was open, but had never seen it for
himself. He silently closed the door, and
sat on the bed on the far side of the room,
but he didn't even bother to set Arthur
down. In fact, he just pulled him closer.
"We— I need to fix this." He motioned to
the wound. Alfred was hesitant, before carefully
lifting the cloth from the bloody area. His heart
sank at what he saw. Fortunately, it was a clean
cut, so it would heal faster. "A-Arthur... I'm sorry."
He managed to hold back the tears that threatened
to spill from the damage he — at least thought — had caused.

[Hornz]

{. Arthur Kirkland .}
Arthur didn't bother asking why Alfred hadn't just set him down on the bed. That was the least important thing at the time. "Alfred," he said softly, weakly. He forced his eyes open, managing to make out the blurry outline of the American holding him. "It's not your fault. Why do you keep blaming yourself?" A groan cut off the rest of what he was going to say as a wave of pain washed over him. Nothing was making that much sense anymore. I've gotten worse cuts than this... Pushing the confusing thoughts out of his head, Arthur found himself relaxing somewhat contentedly against Alfred. Not...your fault...

[Sakhmet .]

United States of America
Alfred F. Jones
Crew member of the English Ship

Alfred looked into Arthurs' eyes.
Fine, have it your way. Figuring
that if he gave up on saying it was
his fault, that maybe it would quiet
Arthur down. "Okay, but even if it
isn't my fault, Who else is going to
take care of you?" He immediately
regretted his harsh tone. "Uh... I
mean..." Refusing to continue, he
tried changing the subject. "We
atleast need something to stop some
of the pain... Any ideas?"

[Hornz]

{. Arthur Kirkland .}
Arthur flinched slightly at the tone. He made a low growling sound, pushing himself up off the bed. "If you hate taking care of me — which I never asked you to do in the first place — then go ahead and get out." As much as saying that hurt, he didn't want to sit there and be cradled like he was a baby. But...he didn't want Alfred to leave, either. Growling again, he shook his head, the mental debate giving him a headache. He sat back down on the bed. Looking over at Alfred, the blond gave him the most apologetic look he could give him with the pained state he was in. "Whiskey helps."


((-asdfghjkl- Iggy's being such a tsundere today. Dx))

[Sakhmet .]

United States of America
Alfred F. Jones
Crew member of the English Ship

Alfred tensed up as Arthurs' reaction.
"T-that's not what I meant... I-I..." He
sighed, relaxing a bit when Arthur sat
back down. "Hm. Where is it at?" He
glanced around the room. There was a
cabinet with a translucent window on it.
He could make out the shape of a bottle.
There. Standing, and continuing to the
cabinet, he found a few glasses next to it.
Pulling out one, he poured some of the liquor,
and then turned, handing it to Arthur. "It better help..."

|Ikr... Oh, Iggy, You so didn't just ask for a drink... <-<'

I was talking to the Cleverbot(The robot with a human mind xD) and here is the best part of the whole conversation:

User: Arthur Kirkland? 8D.

Cleverbot: Arthur Kirkland wants to invade Alfred F Jones's vital regions. Arthur Kirkland hates Francis Bonnefoy!

User: You've got that one right.


Kolkolkol ^J^|