☐ Single ☐ Taken ✔ Living with England (Hetalia fanfic)

I'm the heroine! So everything is like making a P.B. 'n J!

 So if you see a name u don't know, she's referring to Pirate England. Pocking fun at him and all. :)

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The fuck?

What the hell just happen?

I didn’t have any time to process what was going on before I hit the ground from the impact. The ship lurked and Alfred and I along with it. Time almost seemed to slow down when I finally landed on the ground, none to softly. My wound was stinging more than normal which forced searing tears to my eyes. I could see smoke outside the ship through the large window in the room. It was night time and stars scattered the open sky. Clutching my stomach I had to make sure I didn’t dig my fingers into it from the pain.

“Al-Alfred?” I choked out as I sat up dazed, my other hand planted on the ground for support. I heard rustling and muffled footsteps before I felt myself being lifted. My eyes went wide in shock and I tried to lash out but didn’t have the strength to. “L-Let go of me!” I cried out in panic.

“It’s me!” The person said as they carried me away. Blinking I looked up to find Alfred holding me bridal style, running to the front of the ship.

My head started pounding and I fought off a sudden wave of nausea. “What’s going on?”

“He found us.” He breathed in a husky voice as he flung open the door that led to the outside of the ship.

“America?” I looked over Alfred’s shoulder to find Francis looking at us stunned.

Alfred turned around and grimaced before taking a step towards the Frenchman. “Take her.” He offered me to the blonde who pulled me into his arms. I let out a cry as I was moved, from the pain of my wound and not wanting to be separated from my country.

“Shh,” Francis hushed as he eyed Alfred warily. “You’re not a pirate you know.”

Alfred gave us a weak smile. “But I’m the hero.”

Letting out a sigh Francis shook his head. “Americans.” He mumbled before turning around. He walked back inside the ship and I was completely paralyzed.

Oh hells no. Oh HELLS NO! America, the hero? Pfft, yeah right! What happened to me being the heroine? They’re trying to protect me and what am I doing? Sniffling and weak in the arms of a pervert while my friend is going to die or something. I ain’t going to let that happen. Not on my watch!

Snapping out of my hazy trance I thought fast. Bringing my head up I connected it with Francis’s head with a sickening sound. He cried out in shock and pain before dropping me from his arms. Crying out myself I landed on the ground and quickly forced myself to stand up, clutching my stomach in one hand and my head in the other. That was going to swell later. Ignoring my eyesight going all fucked up on me I leaned against the boats wall and dragged myself back to the outside of the ship. It felt like hours before I reached the door. Pushing it open I stepped outside. I was met by a cold, strong wind that I hadn’t notice before. I was also welcomed by another cannon fire. Rocking back and forth with the ship I just barely managed to stay standing.

“I’m the heroine here. I save my friends, not the other way around.” I muttered to myself as I grinded my teeth together.

If Pirate England wanted me then he could come and get me.

Making my way over to the side of the ship, completely forgetting about Francis, I eyed the piece of machinery that lay in front of me. It was one that lowered smaller ships such as life boats into the water, except in this case it was for a jet ski. I thank Alfred for this ship of awesomeness.