Skybound: a USUK fanfic

Of Fairytales

Francis quickly closes the door to the Arthurs holding room and locks it from the inside with a special key. Arthur however paces uncertainly around the room, looking at the Frenchman with unease.
" I got him to promise to let my crew go." Arthur starts off.
" In exchange for what?" Francis turns around and takes a peak out of the small barred window in the room.
" In exchange for no trouble when he brings me in. Oh shit..." Arthur sudden remembers the little orb that Alfred had given him earlier. " Francis this thing doesn't send stuff I don't want to contact him about to him anyways, right?" Francis looks at the orb for a second before realizing they may have made a huge mistake.
" You haven't messed with it or held onto it right? It doesn't get triggered unless your holding it." Arthur let's out a sigh of relief and Francis rolls his eyes. " So you basically bargained yourself for your crews safety, without realizing that you're probably much more valuable than your entire crew combined?" Arthur glares at him.
" They are priceless to me, and my predicament isn't known by anyone except yourself, my brothers, and I...." Arthur trails off as he clutches his arm tightly. " And maybe some other person but I think I killed him so it doesn't matter anyways." Francis stares at him stupidly.
" What do you mean by that? I understand your brothers but who is this other person?" They didn't hurt you did they?" Francis's eyes have a dangerous glint in them.
" No, no, no...he didn't hurt me...just attempted to drain me of blood to fetch a pretty price at the black market. I stabbed him pretty badly and burnt down the house in return." Francis is glaring at the pirate in distaste.
" That's a relief, sourcils." Arthur sneers at the nickname.
" Piss off frog."
They glare at each other before the mood becomes serious again.
" Do you think that if Alfred found out...that he would do something?" Arthur mumbles.
" No. Even if he has taken up a rather terrible job, he has a big heart. I don't think that he will harm you in any way." Francis angles his head towards the Brit who nods his head in silent agreement.
" I hope you're right."

Zeplin Over the Mainland of Ameria
        A plate breaks as it smashes against hard, concrete floors, and a wine glass that had previously been topped off to complement the meal was now flowing through the stones cracks and staining it red. The dining hall is completely still and the cold air settles in the room, freezing everyone.
      " Are you sure? Are you absolutely sure that it's the same small, conniving, snake of a man that almost murdered me?" A tall man with piercing violet eyes glares down at his subordinate.
" Yes sir! They talked about Lord Kirkland on the broadcast we intercepted. They stated he was being held at a base relatively hidden near the Limelight district. An island missed on most maps. " The violet eyed man smiles widely and ghosts his fingers over the right side of his face where a jarring scar is present.
" He got rid of that title when he went into hiding. It's just Captain Kirkland now to his crew, and the Ghost to every one else he's managed to plunder. The little runt got away from me last time, but he's trapped now. No place to hide." He steps down from his platform and walks happily to a large control panel. He types in a code and a pixelated visual of Alfred pops onto the screen. " It's a bonus that he happens to be located where the thorn in my side is as well. You know the saying, two birds with one stone!" He sings merrily. His subordinate nods his head in agreement.
" Do you want me to set coordinates to the island sir?"
" Da, of course."

Small Base in the Green Isles
" What do you mean the message was intercepted by another party?" A red headed male shouts at his brother, whom doesn't seemed bothered by the brash attitude.
" Just as I said brother. It seems like the message that Allen sent to us was intercepted. It was a scanner and trying to track out where it was located was pointless. The channel went dead as soon as it got our message. The signal erased itself off the radar." The red headed male stubs his cigarette out and lights a new one.
" We need to hurry up and recover Arthur then don't we? The stupid lad is going to end up with a bigger price on his head than what the queens already put there." He exhales and smoke wafts through the area. His brother coughs and covers his mouth.
" God Scott, do you have to be such a slob?"
" Shut-up Willam, you should be settin up the coordinates right now." William huffs and starts heading out the room, lingering by the doorway a moment to watch his eldest brother before quickly turning down the hall.
      Scott watches as his cigarette burns itself out before flicking it into a large ash tray and standing up. Shaking off some stray ashes, he reaches into his jacket and pulls out a receiver.
     " Allen, we're coming. Time to go. We'll be there tonight."
      " Aight Scott, they've got him locked in a room separated from his crew. Should be easy enough to spirit him away without any- fuck." The transmission cuts off and Scott listens hard for Allen to continue. Only static comes through at first. Then bits of dialogue can be heard.
     "Hey- mon a- where do y-" a voice crumbles through the receiver.
      " Mate! Fuc- it's a...misunder- Bring out Arthur an-" a loud crack is heard and the receiver goes dead. Scott's already out of the room and half way down the corridor.
       He catches William as he's entering the coordinates.
     " We go now, there's been trouble."

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Wow it's been like 300 years. This is probably the last chapter for this because it was already a draft in the first place.  I had received an email from one of y'all asking for me to continue this and I felt really bad. I don't know if I'll ever continue because I have fallen completely out of touch with Hetalia and I don't remember a lot about the characters or the plot I was writing. I have a good idea of what I was thinking. I was a very over ambitious 16 year old. It's not even half way through. The chapters I've already written were literally just setting up the world and main characters. And trying to set a plot. Half of it is written well and the first half is not great. I think I tried to go back and rewrite over my sins as an author but the styles didn't match. I had no idea what I was doing. I'm 20 now if that gives y'all any perspective. Anyways. Maybe I'll try and complete it.  Maybe. Don't look forward to it and I'm sorry. I really am.