Hetalia Scenarios/Stories/Oneshots

Pirate! Franada

(Disclaimer: artwork is not mine, Hetalia is not mine, you are not mine (yet...jk!))

It was the largest storm any of us had ever seen. All the men were above deck, struggling to merely keep the large ship afloat in the treacherous waters. I, as the captain, was trying my hardest to keep us on course. Below me, strong waves were sweeping across the deck, carrying my men overboard. I gritted my teeth with a determined look upon my face. My lengthy blonde hair clung to my face as the spray of the sea flew around us. Of course, my hair was the least of my worries-especially after the largest wave hit. It rocked the boat and crashed into me, tearing my hands away from the wheel as I desperately tried to cling onto anything. But alas, there was nothing my cold, numb fingers could grasp. I took one final deep breath, prepared to fight the storm itself as I was tossed into the furious sea. I was immediately spun under, deep down as I struggled. I finally managed to break through the waves, gulping in air frantically in the mere seconds I had before I was yanked back underwater by the cruel hands of the sea that were toying with me, similar to the way a cat does with a mouse.

"This is it," I think. "I am going to die." I saw a large rock spiral towards me, which is the last thing I saw before I blacked out.

~time skip to morning~

The first thing I notice is the lack of rocking-I'm on land. I crack an eye open, the eyelid rather crusty due to the dried salt. I groan at the pain I feel in my head. Stretching a sore arm upwards, I realize I had been bleeding-probably because of the large rock I crashed into when I...when I...that's right! I quickly sit up, my stiff, salty hair crackling as I attempt to run a hand through it. No sign of anyone else, or the ship. How am I still alive? I slowly stand up, cracking my back a I do so, and hobble down the sandy beach, searching for somewhere to stay the night.

After hours of hopeless searching, I stumble upon what looks to be an abandoned native's hut. Jackpot! I limp towards it, cautiously opening the door with my sword. Finding no one inside, I hesitantly enter, but all caution goes out the window when I see the interior. In the circular, one-roomed hit there were many things, such as: a makeshift bed, mat, table, fireplace, and...an oak trunk! I kneel down, but just before I was about to open it, I hear the click of a gun, and a soft but strong male voice say...

"Que diable pensez-vous que vous faites*"?

* "What the hell do you think you're doing?" (Google Translate, French. Please correct me if it is incorrect.)