Beyond The Seas [UsUk\UkUs] Fanfiction]

Chapter one

'Entry n. 356

Day 357

- Not much to say. Regular day just like any other that I've wasted on the high sea, at least for the past ones. In complete honesty I don't really know the purpose of this anymore, guess the only thing that makes me continue with this bullshit is the fact that I have nothing to stick with on land. That and. Well. A person. Haven't known them for long but they seem interesting enough to put up with. Guess it will be me and this git for the next days. Hopefully they won't be as much as a burden as the others have been.

[ introduce date here]'

-Few days earlier-

"Oi, Captain we are running out of food supplies" the Scottish man yelled getting blond's attention. "What? But we took enough supplies for at least a month! What the hell happened?" Blond said in very annoyed voice. "Well if someone..." the red haired man paused to glare at the Italian man few feet away from him "didn't drop almost all our water and food supplies while making pasta at the fucking storm we would be good". Blond man rolled his eyes and shoot a quick glare at the ginger boy "Oh, come on Captain it's not that bad ve~. There's no need to get angry." the Italian whined "We have to go to the bloody land because of you, again" Arthur growled. The Italian shivered at the glare his captain was giving him. "Crew!" Arthur shouted. It was clear that he was passed off. Everybody looked at him, scared. "Change course, we are going to the nearest land!" Arthur shouted once again and gave the ginger man a yet another glare. "Aye, Captain!" Crew yelled back and everybody started moving.

-few hours later-

"Okay, Feliciano and Scott go get our food supplies so we can get this over with" the duo nodded and walked away. Arthur sighed 'Maybe some alcohol will calm my nerves' he tought as he walked into the local bar ignoring the stares he got from people around him.

Things were beyond normal at the bar. Actually pretty good you could say: The amount of clients served and money gained was rising up as quickly as a tide changes, making enough profit for the two brother to survive. "Mattie, don't get yourself all lost on your thoughts again.." a tall, blond figure appeared from behind the counter, giving a friendly pat on the back to another blond man, this one a bit smaller, who almost dropped the glass he was holding from the strength applied "U-uh sure.. I was just thinking though..." He raised his glare to a figure appearing from the door "Who could that be?" With an eyebrow raised the taller one glared at the strange person: He had decent amount of gold accessories, not to speak about what seemed to be high-quality thread and cloth. As for his face, nothing worth standing out, if you miss the thickness of the eyebrows or the notoriously big eye bags that rested under those tired green eyes of his.

The man approached the counter and, with a loud sigh, sat down on the stool, raising one brow at the two intrigued blonds. "Oi, isn't anyone going to serve me or what?" The strange man's voice echoed through the bar, immediately cutting off any unnecessary glares or mutterings about him. Behind the counter, the taller blond whispered something at the other's ear who quickly walked to a nearby table to take their orders. "And what'd you like then?" "A bottle of your finest rum." A bottle? Still, the man gave him what he ordered. In the blink of an eye the whole bottle was gone, as if it were empty all along. "Got any more of these with you?" The man questioned with a raspy voice, probably due to the amount of alcohol consumed. The blond nodded and opened a door on the back, making a sign for the smaller one to return to the counter. In the meantime he was carrying a large crate of what appeared to be more of the drink. "You do know you'll have to pay for all of this." His face was hidden behind the crate but his voice showed a bit of a sarcastic tone. "Oh, so are you implying that I, Arthur Kirkland, terror of the fucking seas, can't afford something as simple as a box containing no more than my favourite drink?" His voice was now louder with a slight offended tone, you can say. The other costumers at the bar simply tried to look away from this 'Arthur', worried he might do something to them, or just cackle silently, for most of them have heard his name but never saw the figure and now there he was, in flesh and bone, arguing with one of the bar employees. Definitely not the best scenario for a so called 'terror of the fucking seas' to be.

"Don't get all worked up, geez." He placed the crate on the ground "Just doing my job here. But now, 'sir Arthur' can you pay me for my services and leave? You're not causing the best atmosphere here." The blond tried to hide the smirk that appeared on his face while the other was close to taking off his sword and decapitating the bastard. Who the hell was he? To offend such a noble like Arthur Kirkland? Didn't he know who he was talking to?

Arthur reluctantly took a small bag containing gold, throwing it at the other employee near the counter. He then walked towards the door again, yelling someone's name, just for almost immediately to appear two men, a red haired one and a ginger one, this one resembled Arthur in a way. "Scott. Feliciano. Carry this to the main deck." Muttering something for themselves the two did so, disappearing almost as quickly as they had been called. "Now as for you, mister..?" "Alfred." he did a slight bow, making the earlier cackling even louder. Arthur once again was restraining himself from gutting the other. But he remained calm. "Alfred. Suits your looks I see. But trust me... I will not forget your name young man. Never." and with this he left the bar. As Arthur left the bar Alfred shot him another glare "D-do you...do you think that, that guy really was the A-Arthur Kirkland?" Matthew asked his twin "Nah bro. He is probably one of those street actors "the blond said confidently "If you say so" the smaller man said quietly.

People started to question the twins about the weird 'pirate' but they just shrugged it off saying it was probably fake. Rest of the day was same old stuff. People come take the drinks and leave, or well try to leave without falling down because they drank too much alcohol. "Mattie we should go sailing, we haven't been on the sea for a while now." Alfred said while leaning on the wall behind the bar. "I don't think that's a good idea Al, you remember that strange guy from earlier? What if he was telling the truth?" smaller blond protested. "Sheesh no need to be so scared. What you are afraid that big bad pirate will attack you?" Alfred teased his brother "Shut up, you are one that got scared last night because you heard an owl" Matthew said. "THAT'S DIFFRENT! IT WANTED TO KILL ME!" Alfred whined "it's an owl Alfred. A fucking owl" younger twin said trying his best not to chuckle at his brother's reaction. "But I guess we could take a break..." Matthew said and Alfred wooped throwing his fist in the air.

-few hours later-

Alfred hummed as he leaned against the deck of his small ship. It was nice to be at the sea again. "H-h-hey Al I think y-you will want to see this" the lighter blond said, his voice cracking a bit "What is it Mattie?" Alfred asked his twin. Matthew pointed at the big darkish ship. There was a ginger man shouting at them with thick Italian accent from the deck of the other ship "What the actual fuck" Alfred said as he stared at the man.

The more those two stared, the louder the other man yelled. Alfred tried shrugging it off, that was way too awkward for him, but the silver-haired man wouldn't give up. "A-Alfred. I think the guy wants to. Uh... Tell us something." The younger whispered as he gestured at the yelling figure. "Don't look at him Mattie, pretend he's not there, pretend we didn't even see him in the first place" the other whispered back.

Feliciano was almost wasting his last strengths trying to call the duo, when suddenly Scott passed by, carrying some supplies. He then proceeded to throw away the small crates and pull him towards the deck of the ship, pointing at the two below them "THERE THEY ARE, THOSE ARE THE GUYS WE SAW AT THE BAR REMEBERR-" "Feli no." "Feli si." "Feliciano. Fucking. Vargas. No." "COME EAT PASTA WITH US! HEY GUUUUUUYS VE~" the red haired man raised a brow at the other "And why would they do such thing? Jesus Feli, Arthur could, y'know, actually fucking see us?" His voice was a bit lowered now, in hopes his captain wouldn't notice the excitement coming from the other crew member. "BUT OUR FRIENDS ARE MORE IMPORTANT RIGHT NOW" "FELICIANO I SAID N-" ignoring Scott's protest he pulled the other's arm up in the air and waved it towards them, shouting himself again. I mean, those two couldn't be ignoring them, in Italian's mind they were already as friends, so that wouldn't be nice.

'Oh my God when will he stop shouting, I swear-' those were the only thoughts running through Alfred's mind at that precise moment. However, a light pat on the back made him turn around, just to see his brother waving at them. "MATTHEW WHAT THE FUCK ARE Y-" he was shooshed by a finger "Just smile and wave, Alfred. Smile and wave." The other whispered, and he did so, trying to fake the best smile he could. At least it was good enough to fool the stranger since he let out a joyful 'woop', his fists pounding the air. However that wasn't going to be for long.

From the other ship, steps could be heard across the main deck, heavy steps, turning quicker as they reached the spot where Scott and Feliciano were. A hand rested upon each's shoulders. "And what do we have here?"