Pirate!Hetalia X Pirate!Reader - To Kill a King

Chapter 2 - From Good to Bad and From Bad to Worse

       It was early in the morning when you had awoken. The sun's blinding light shined in your eyes made you cringe in protest as you groaned and groggily sat up. You were barely half awake, rubbing your eyes into focus when all of a sudden a loud crashing sound erupted from the outside of your room. The noise and impact were so forceful that the entire room shook. Your previously tired half-lidded eyes snapped open in response, and you were now on high alert.

        "The sun barely licks the water, and this is how the bloody merchants spend their time." You growl in annoyance. You quickly begin to dress in your (colour) coat with accented golden trims, your chestnut trousers, and black leathered boots. Once you had finished, you swiftly tied you're (hair length) (hair colour) locks back before tucking it into a bandana and hiding the rest with your feathered hat. Allowing a few bangs to hang from your face you took one last look at yourself before running out of the captain's quarters. Your heels clicking powerfully against the wood as you held a cutlass in hand. 

        As you exited your cabins, you were immediately greeted with an uninvited canon ball whizzing past your head, barely missing you in the process. As it collided with the wood behind your figure, you snapped your head back in the direction it had initially blasted.  

        Sidestepping the debris, you shout, "Get ready men! Grab your swords and guns, and prepare for battle!" you advance forward pointing to a group of people and directing them their orders. "Gunners take the post and ready the cannons!" you howl as everyone prepares to counter-attack. The enemy sails were coming in close, so they didn't dare to risk launching any more canons in fear that the fire would spread to their own vessel. You scanned the area and destruction around you, and to your surprise, it was not a merchant ship who had declared battle but the very demons of the seas; pirates. (yes, you were calling yourself that as well) Not only that, but you did not spot one but three vessels coming alongside your boat. Two on the left and one on the right. The ship drifted its way next to us, and as it does, one of your mates flings the gangplank down as the attackers do so too. 

        "Guards up men! show no mercy!" You shout over the roar of the other shipmates. However, your crew howls back just as loud.

        You return your focus to the other ship, and you immediately give a low growl towards the sight ahead of you. As you scan the enemies ship, your eyes are snatched by someone who wore flashy and bright colours; Francis Bonnefoy, A French pirate who had long blond hair which was currently tied back with a white ribbon. He was deemed as a man who adored feminine styles yet despite his fondness for this taste, many people found him handsome. An opinion you'd retaliate with. His eyes were blue which showed nothing but amusement, yet his smile was lustful. He wore a light blue and somewhat frilly white trim coat. He was on the ship closest to the left of you. The Frenchman was commonly known throughout the seas and held a high reputation with the ladies. But this was not the only trait that was most noticeable to some people. As much as you hated to admit, he had always been skilled with a sword and not only that, but his technique was gracious.

        The other vessel, which was next to Bonnefoy's, was where the slightly obnoxious Prussian stood at his own wheel; Gilbert Beilschmidt. The Albino had snow white hair and fierce red eyes. A wide smirk was painted on his face which he intends to direct at nobody but you, further giving him a chilling look. However, his cold eyes only made you stand a little taller, as stubborn as you were, you weren't going to bow down, no matter how fierce those red orbs are. Gilbert took notice of this and only raised an eyebrow in response; interested in facing such a bold opponent. His outfit contained a dark blue coat with red cuffs, and from the waist down, he wore nothing but black. Despite his childish approach to almost everything and any situation, he too was deemed as a fearsome pirate by many. Unlike Francis, he was a master at guns, and his accuracy was frightening.