December 17 1787,
It was a few weeks before I turn 13 and I work on the farm with my mother. My father was out fishing and would be back for supper. I stayed home that day, as I walk out to the field my skin was being burned by the shining sun. "Arthur can you pick the carrots?" My mother asked." Yes mother".
It was almost time for the sun to set so I walked to the docks to see father before he comes home. As I walk down the street I see a man on horse back holding a lantern yelling ''The British are coming! The British are coming!'' he said as his horse gallops away. The British, oh no FATHER! I started to jog then a full on sprint. I could have won a race with that speed.
I see father looking at the ships coming towards the docks he was holding a lantern. I stood next to him looking at the boats as well. I glanced over to him and he turns to me with a shocked expression on his face. ''Father, what's wrong?'' I ask. ''Arthur what are you doing here?! you need to leave hurry!'' He yelled as he grabbed me and we rushed towards the town. I hear some noises coming from the bushes as we tried to get to town. A group of Red coats were coming towards us from the bushes. ''Get the boy!'' The captain said as the men rushed towards me. ''Stay away!'' My father said pulling me towards him.
One of the men pulled out his gun. Everything seemed to go in slow-motion. Then the man pulled the trigger and I heard a loud BANG. I looked at my father to see he had a hole in his chest and his shirt soon turned red in the area of the hole. He shot my father and killed him right before my eyes.'' FATHER!'' I screeched trying to wake him up but it was no use. I started to sob but was cut off by one of the men trying to grab me. He got a hold of my arm and started to take me away. I was hitting his arm banging at his hand to try and set me free but I was too weak. I was screaming for help but no one came to my aid. But then I hear another gunshot. BANG!
''Oi leave the kid alone eh'' the man trying to take me away was shot and killed by this Scottish man. His ginger hair and cigar was clearly visible in the starry night sky. ''Its Allistor Kirkland!'' one of the men said. Wait did he say Kirkland !? But that's my last name! My mother informed me that we had a lot of relatives that live in different countries. But I never knew he was Scottish. ''Men retreat!'' the captain said running away like a chicken and soon after the other Red coats followed after him. ''Yah you better run you Turkeys!'' Allistor said in his thick Scottish accent.
''Oi the names Allistor I'm your long lost uncle. And your cousin's Peter, Dylan, and Seamas too but there back on the ship. We must leave immediately.'''' Wait what! long lost uncle what? Who's Peter, Dylan, and Seamas?!'' I asked in a panic. ''I'll explain everything once we get on the ship.'' He said pulling my arm. I yanked it away. ''Wait! give me a minute to process this you twit!'''' Oi that's no way to speak to family let alone a pirate, your lucky that I'm your uncle.'' I take a deep breath to take in all this new information. '' Ok fine lets go then.''
~To be continued~
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The Kirkland Family {Hetalia fanfic}
Ficción históricaAfter Arthur's Father was killed by the British, Arthur was saved by his long lost Uncle "Allistor". He then joined his pirate crew to help find a lost Tressure.
