GNxDDD Does Bootcamp!

Round Four: Never-land In Sealand (Hetalia + Peter Pan)

In the early hours of the morning, Peter Kirkland was awoken by the loud footsteps scampering over the roof of his concrete fortress. It did not sound like the most pressing issue in the world but seeing as the human representative for Sealand was himself the only resident of the micronation he felt it necessary to investigate the reason he had visitors. Peter grabbed a torch, hanging above his bed and began to ascend the spiral staircase in the half-submerged columns of his fortress. He very much hoped that this visitor was not his jerk-head brother, but at the same time Peter was just excited that anyone was visiting his 'micronation' at all. It was lonely living in the middle of the ocean.

When he got to the second-highest step of the stairwell. Peter crouched down, switched off his torch and squinted out at the concrete deck of his oasis. With only the lowering moon and dulling stars to guide his vision, the personified micronation watched with caution as he spotted around ten people standing at the other end of cemented platform of the once-functioning military structure. He watched in awe as more people appeared on the deck, seeming to have scaled up one of the fortress' four columns.

"Hey!" Peter called out, making his presence known as he emerged from the staircase. Discarding his torch and marching up to the twenty-or-so people he asked, rather harshly, "Who are you?"

The people - all men-dressed in extremely outdated clothing muttered amongst each other. Peter was certain that they had seen him but were electing to ignore him which was something that he was thoroughly used to.

"Hey!" Peter repeated as he waved his arms around but to no avail. These men seemed to be experts at paying no attention to the obvious.

And there from the edge of the concrete fort emerged a tall, stringy man who hauled himself up and looked around amongst the others. He was dressed even more outrageously outdated than the rest of the crew in an aged suit in the colour wine.

"Hmm." He cleared his throat before speaking slowly, "I do not believe we are in Neverland any more."

"Cap'n," a potty man in a blue-and-white striped shirt began to say.

The captain, with an expression on his face which reminded Peter of an eagle who was about to swoop down on its unsuspecting prey spoke ever-so-softly, "Smee~..."

Peter frowned, knowing the name that had been spoken but being not quite sure why it seemed familiar.

The captain, still seemingly unaware of the land mass' presence beckoned to the bo'sun with his left arm and as Peter scaled his eyes down it, he noticed the very defining feature that was attached to the captain; a large, gold hook in place of his left hand.

Peter gasped! Surely this could not be real! "Oh my goodness!" the boy exclaimed, "You're Captain Hook!"

"And who have we here? A little lost boy?" The crimson-coated man spoke tauntingly to Sealand's only resident as he twisted the golden hook on his left hand around the left side of his sharp, angled moustache. "I'll have you know that it is Captain James Hook to you."

"Lost?" Peter frowned, astounded by the assumption the pirate had made about him. "I'm not the one who is lost! I'll have you know that I live here!"

"Your point being?" Captain Hook asked as he waved his hook-hand around, ending in pointing it a hares breath away from Peter's chest. With a slow tone he asked, "What is your name, boy?"

"Peter." Peter said as getting looked Hook in the eyes. "Peter Kirkland."

"Brilliant." Hook spoke with his teeth clenched. The pirates words were laced with sarcasm as he said, "Just the name I wanted to hear."

The pirate crew laughed.

"To be fair," Peter reasoned, "I am not too happy to see you either - not that I have not ever wondered what you were like... it's just, well, my brother was once a pirate and he is rather underwhelming. If you were Iron Man, than maybe I would be more excited."

"Iron...man?" Hook blinked before asking, "How old are you, boy?"

"I am twelve biologically." the personified landmass explained, "But I am actually almost a hundred."

"Even better." Captain Hook rolled his eyes. "Another boy who has not grown up."

"Call it what you want." Peter shrugged. "I prefer super-longevity or something along that line. It makes me sound powerful."

"And he also has an inflated ego!" Hook announced to his crew, mocking astonishment, "My goodness! The similarities are endless!"

The crew let out a bout of joint, murmured laughter which nurtured their captains ego even more as he turned around and addressed Peter once again.

"What I would like to know, is whether or not you can fly." Hook said with a devilish smirk, before warning Peter before he could even open his mouth, "Don't answer that! I want to see this for myself. Shall we have him walk the plank?"

"Oh, yes!" There was a cry of glee from the pirates, mainly poor, simple Smee.

"Please." Peter Kirkland interjected, rather boastfully as he took a step back from Hook, and smiled proudly, "I know how to defeat you and I don't even need to fly!"

"Oh, really?" Captain Hook glared at the not-so-young boy. Peter's proclamation had caught him off-guard. With a patient tone, he he questioned Peter, "And how do you suppose you do that?"

"I've seen the movies and my brother made sure I read the book before I was allowed to read comics." Peter explained to the Captain who was by now in a very deep state of confusion.

"Book?" Captain Hook frowned.

"Yes." Peter nodded, "You are a bit of a sensitive Codfish about being old, alone and done for. And..."

"And?" Captain Hook's eyes widened.

"Do I hear a ticking noise?" Peter asked feigning innocence as he pointed behind the captain and exclaimed, "Whoa! Did you see that!? Was that a crocodile?"

"Crocodile!? Nicking toise!?" a flabbergasted Captain Hook exclaimed as he ordered his crew to jump to the ship.

And as the last of the pirates left, Peter smiled. All was bleak once again in Sealand.