[I wanna fucking fuck that hot piece of ass]
England's POV
"There's boy in the water!", My boy Alfred yells.
I immediately run to the side of the ship and see a small boy. He's laying on a small piece of wood, unconscious, his feet on the water.
"Get him here!", I shout.
Immediately my crewmen jump in the water and bring him aboard quickly. I walk next to the boy and lean my ear next to his mouth, listening to his breath.
"He's alive.", I say and stand straight again.
"Leave him there and tie up his hands.", I say.
"Yes, sir!", my crew says and I walk away.
"Papa! Papa! What will you do to the boy?", Alfred asks, pulling on my pants.
I smile and ruffle his hair.
"That depends, I'll either kill him or make him serve me.", I say.
"D-Don't kill him, Papa!", Alfred says, tearing up.
I sigh and pet his hair.
"If he threatens us, I have to.", I say.
Alfred looks down and then runs to the boy. He jumps on top of him, slapping his hands to his cheeks.
"B-But he looks nice!", he yells.
The boy coughs up water so I run to him and take Alfred off of him.
"The boy woke up! The boy woke up!", Alfred cheers.
I stare down at the boy as he rolls to his side, still coughing violently. Finally he stops and just lays there, trying to catch his breath.
"You are in a pirate ship.", I say.
His eyes widen and he turns to look at me.
"Who are you?", I ask.
He sits up, looking around.
"I-I.. I can't remember.", he says, confused.
I roll my eyes.
"How did you end up in the water? Where do you come from?", I ask.
He snorts.
"Cum.", he says, quietly.
I sigh.
"Papa papa! What's cum?", Alfred asks.
"You don't need to know that.", I say, placing him on the deck.
"Now go on, we have some business to attend to.", I say, shooing him off.
Alfred pouts.
"I said you can't kill him, Papa!", he says, running to the stranger.
My eyes as he jumps on him, wrapping his small arms around him.
"Alfred! Let go of him!", I say.
Alfred accidentally pulls down the strangers shirt, revealing a rather large cut wound on his chest. My eyes widen.
"Are you okay?", I ask.
"Uh, me? Yeah, I feel fine.", the stranger says, holding Alfred up a little so he won't fall.
"That wound tells me a different story.", I say, pointing at his chest.
He raises an eyebrow before looking down at himself. His eyes widen slightly.
"Uh.. 'ouch'?", he says in a questionable manner.
Alfred giggles, and I pull him away from him once again. Alfred refuses to let go of him so in the end he just hanged in the air between us.
"Alfred, let go of him! He might be dangerous.", I say.
"I don't think I'm dangerous though..", the stranger says.
"You can't even remember your bloody name.", I say.
"You can't kill him!", Alfred shouts.
"I'm gonna kill him if you don't let go.", I say.
He immediately lets go of him, making us fall on the ground. I yelp and Alfred giggles.
"Bloody hell, Alfred! Go to your cabin!", I say.
"No, Papa!", he says, stubbornly.
"You won't get any food if you don't go right now!", I say.
The stranger chuckles slightly as Alfred immediately, as fast as lighting, runs off. I sigh and stand up again, dusting off my trousers.
"Now, we're gonna figure out who the hell you are.", I say.
"And how you can be unfazed even with that kind of a wound on you.", I continue.
