[UKFr] If I Can Go Back...

Chapter 1: Let Go

It was an old usual day.

Sea was deeply vast; busy on creating beautiful and calm water waves. The air, at this moment, was still clean, the sky was vividly clear. Not to mention the uplifting demeanour of the fluffy white clouds moving on it. Mother Nature's leaves were buffeted by the movement of the breeze from the east. Peaceful, as what an ordinary person would picture.

The sea wasn't at peace hours ago and it just went back to its composure awhile ago.

A certain pub in Britain was currently having a party-a party where everyone could surely enjoy the whole day, a party for England's victory against Spain's Invincible Armada. It was a party that, for a moment, makes a person happy.

The war between United Kingdom and Spain just finished two hours ago. Spain's Invincible Armada had been taken down by the British's attacks. He couldn't help but accept the fact that he already lost. Romano, still his henchman, was now watching over him. Curses couldn't help but were expressed towards the sleeping Spaniard.

On the other hand, with Spain currently taking his deep rest, United Kingdom sure was having fun, especially his pirate crews. "Hn? Yeah.You can drink to your heart's content." England stated to a crew who asked him if it'll be fine to drink a lot. His head darted around the British pub, not checking anyone, but accidentally, spotting a new face male.

He moved his pointer finger towards him, as his way of calling a certain person. "Who's that blonde over there?" asked the young pirate. He only 'whispered' it on the crew's ear since the pub was really noisy. Some people were already down, some were still having fun and mostly, they were already drank. Their angers were really expressed, as well as their happiness.

"Ah? That's France, sir."

France?! Why is he- "When did he start working here?"

"Since the moment you fought with Spain."

"Really.."

The worker nodded, "I raised him; I somewhat became his father."

"I see." The Brit replied.

The old man, still not named, was France's fatherly-figure before. Lost in the woods, he was found. His father trained him before he joined England's pirate army. He was born in England, that's why he really wanted to do anything for their current queen. France, not to mention, is a waiter in morning and a trainee at night-but France himself didn't know what the training was for.

His father kept telling him that the training he was in was to protect himself from any bad guys around him. If ever there was someone picking with him, he can use what he learned. But the old man's eyes weren't saying the same thing he released from his mouth. There was something behind all of this mysteries and France needed to find it out.

France couldn't explain the feelings, but he had this time where the Frenchman felt that he actually has someone he can rely on. And thus, he treasured and loved this father of his. He loved him more than anyone else in this world.

The Frenchman was ordered to be a waiter until the British pirates arrived from their war against the Spaniards. It was the reason why no one actually knew who he was. Some people do. Being a new face wasn't much of the blonde male's problem, because befriending new people is his specialty, unlike the rugged friendless pirate.

After a few hours had passed, the dark finally came as it showed the bright white moon shining in the charcoal night. The old man, who's known to be France's father, delivered a knock on his door. At those times, France still appeared like a girl wearing a long blue tunic albeit that he's already 16, so most of the British pirates thought that he was someone that anyone can 'pay' for.

"Son, I have to tell you something..."

"Hm? What is it, Dad?"

"You will be with the captain of the British fleet for a long time... So, be good, okay?"

France gasped; his oceanic blue eyes grew in surprise. "W-..What? But, why? I'm going to leave you?"

"You know, I love you. No matter what happens, always remember that, okay?"

"Dad? What's the meaning of this?" Round tears began to form at the brim of his eyes as it deeply gave his father a look that would force a feeling of pity rush inside his veins.

The old man refused to tell him the answer and just gazed away, trying his best to stop his tears from falling. "Daddy..." His son called as his tone was covered in fear and sadness. "Come on, let's go." The older male offered and pulled France with him. "Let's go..."

France didn't make any words regarding that event and just let his father pull him away. He didn't know where his father would bring him or why, but he just let the moment take place. A frown of forlorn was carved on his lips as they completely reached the port. The sound of the noisy waves bugged his ears, which definitely caught his attention.

The...shore? Why are we in the shore?

"So, you really did come, eh?" A voice was heard from the other side.

France glanced around and blinked, hoping to spot that person hiding somewhere. The old man pushed the Frenchman behind him as he tried to guard him if ever something might happen to them-if this person talking here wasn't the person he made a deal with.

Finally showing himself, a pirate appeared. It was the pirate he was eyeing hours ago. Another gasp was made by the female-like Frenchman as he began to tremble in fear. "D-Dad, what's the meaning of this..?"

"Here he is. Please take care of him..."

"Sure." United Kingdom stated, grinning maliciously. "Thanks for the new fish." He added.

The old man refused to look at the puzzled teenager and turned away as the pirate took the Frenchman's wrist. "Dad!" called France and tried to struggle off from the pirate's grips. "Dad! What's the meaning of this?! DAD! Don't go away! Don't leave me!" The male struggled for more. He tried to let go from the pirate's hands but he was just too strong.

While his Dad went off, he couldn't help but cry it all out. France sat on the cold cemented-ground of the port as he sadly looked at his father slowly getting farther and farther. The little male remained on the ground in his sitting position for a bit longer until his father totally vanished off from his sight. His loud sobs could be heard around the quiet port in the middle of the dark night.

"Dad..." He mumbled once more, hoping that he would return to his aid. Few seconds had passed and no one came back to 'rescue' him, even those people who had known him and his father a lot weren't there to, at least, express their farewells.

The higher-up grabbed him harshly on his arms and forced him to aboard the ship. Different from his behaviour before, France didn't struggle for more, which made the pirate's work a whole lot easier as pie.

11:30PM, England's Ship.

Some crews refused to join the next sail, some were subconsciously dead from drinking lots of rum in the pub as they murmured something, and some spent the night on their quarters in the ship. "From now on, you are to serve me. I, England, am the captain of this ship. State yours."