the pain of the past. england x japan

chapter 3

 i have decided that unless absolutely necessary to switch, this will be in Arthur point of view, partly because this fanfic is based on a video that i will put in the media when this is finished. And partly because I'm really lazy

NOW ON WITH THE STORY!!!

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Arthur walked out of his quarters to find his crews men dabbling in a bit of sport, shooting bottles. Three empty bottles of whiskey were lined up on a crate that was filled with what Arthur assumed to be sugar. Francis walks up to him; glad to see his friend out of that dusty old room.

"aye captain, come out to engage in a bit of sport?" the French smirked.

"hardly, i came to see what the crew was up to Francis," the Brit retaliated. Arthur watched at the crew as they played their little shooting game. somehow they kept missing the bottles. Arthur sighed drawing his gun and shooting all three bottles not missing once. The crew looked at him in awe and Francis smirked once again.

"Get back to work you mongrels," Arthur snapped. The crew then scattered, fearing the Brits wrath. After checking to make sure the crew were doing as instructed, Arthur scaled the largest mast and looked out over the sea from the crows nest.

"Wait a moment... Wasn't someone supposed to be up here watching for ships?" The captain murmured to himself quietly.

"I was on watch sir! I just went down to see the game, 'm sorry Arthur," the youngest member of the Brits crew spoke up, it was a boy with the clearest blue eyes and a head filled with dirty blonde hair, this boy looked so much like Alfred it was scary. Oh how Arthur missed that little rugrat Alfred, poor lad was only a boy when it happened.

"Sir!" The boy called a bit panicked, attempting to snap the Brit out of his thoughts.

"Hm? Oh sorry I was spacing off again, what were you saying Peter?" The Brit drawled on.

"I said there's another ship in the distance! They're coming straight for us sir!" Peter handed Arthur his spying glass. When Arthur looked through it there was indeed a ship heading for them. The ship was at best a smaller frigate, the flag adorning it's mast was one of another pirate, an ally of Arthur's actually.

"Calm down Peter, it's just the Nordics," Arthur sighed. Arthur and Lukas Bondevik go back quite a ways. But the captain of the Nordics is a blithering idiot.

"So I get to see mum and dad?" He gasped excitedly. Peter has taken a strange liking to tino and berwald as his 'mum and dad' but that's not really strange for a child like Peter. After all he is an orphan, abandon on the streets of Newquay when Arthur found him.

"indeed you do peter, i bet they're excited about seeing you again, why don't you go down on deck and tell everyone to drop the anchor? then you can stay down there to welcome them aboard, i'll be down in a while," with that request peter shimmied down the ropes and started yelling at the crew, telling them to drop anchor and stop "dilly dallying". that boy was something else, Arthur could tell you that. he sighed to himself once more.

the Brit looked out over the sea, once again pondering on where that blasted book could be. he felt hopeless, as if he would never be able to break the curse that loomed over him like a dark cloud, promising rain in the near future, but waiting to unleash its full power until the time is right. a curse that had been there since he lost the book, and a curse that would remain as long as it remained lost.

i just said fuck it and added peter into this part so im reminded why i cant have alfred in this book at all unless its in flashbacks, because even as the author of this stupid book i could not for the life of me remember what i had planned until i watched the video again, so thats what i did, i watched it over and over and over until i remembered so yeeeeaah...