Pirate!England x Princess!Reader A Flying Dove

Chapter 8

Warning: Slight swearing ahead! (IT'S A PIRATE, WHAT DO YOU EXPECT?)

"Well isn't today the most FANTASTIC day I've ever had!" you yelled to the roof, spitting venom with each word. 

~England's POV~

"Bloody hell!" I swore. What was I thinking?! Putting Alfred in charge of steering. I slapped my map down on the table.

We were heading straight for it. The Calm Belt. (Does anyone get the reference? No? Okay.) No matter what I thought of, there was no way to avoid it. The Calm Belt was an area where little to no ocean currents or wind. A ship could get stuck there for months if it was lucky, years if it wasn't. 

"Goddamnit," I swore again. 

Suddenly the door behind me opened. I was absolutely furious.

"Alfred, you bloody wanker! Do you know-" I began, only to realize that the person I was talking to was not the idiotic first mate. "Tch. Stowaway, you should know not to bother a pirate captain," I muttered. That's when I noticed Gilbert slumped over the stowaway's shoulders. 

~Your POV~

"Oh look, the pirate's having a tantrum," was the first thing you thought. He had mistaken you for Alfred. When finally he realized that you were not Alfred, he dropped his tantrum act and pouted like a little kid. It was almost cute, ALMOST. 

You rolled my eyes. 

"Oh, I'm so sorry, Your Highness," you replied, sarcastically. Then, you dropped the drunk pirate on the floor. "Your drunk pirate package has been delivered, and now if you'll excuse me, I have more cleaning to do."

You started walking out the door, when a hand grabbed your shoulder. You whirled around only to be 5 inches away from the captain's gorgeous eyes, and the only thing you could do was gulp. Was this going to be it? Your first kiss? Taken by a pirate captain?

"Do you feel anything?" he asked harshly. You blushed... could he be talking about...? You looked down. 

~England's POV~

He was.. blushing? Suddenly I realized what I had asked and turned my head away in embarrassment.

"You idiot! I-I meant the ship!" I stammered, grimacing at my unintimidating tone. 

~Your POV~

The ship? Oh... he was talking about if the ship was rocking. You grimaced at the understanding, when you finally noticed it...

The ship wasn't moving at all...

I'm so sorry all of England's fans... he's so OOC here... I just... sorry. Anyways, sorry for the long wait, I hope this chapter was enjoyable. Um.. yeah. I'm working on the next chapter! Thanks for all your kind comments!! :D