Hetalia Short Stories

Story 1: Pirate!England.

Warning! this material contains sexual content! Please do not address me about this because you have been warned.

"Who wants to make dinner tonight?" a British crew member shouted in question. The captain's hand shot up immediately. "Nevermind, we already have a cook!" he nodded to the cook hired as she skipped into the cooking quarters. England trudged back to his chambers, his maid, (Y/N) waiting on his bed for him, her head hung low. He lifted her chin and smiled,

"It's rude not to address your captain when he walks in," he let her gaze slowly meet his, then drift away. "You know it has to be done. It's happened once, it might happen again," he said. she crossed her arms under her chest. Britain then forced her to lie against the bed as he hovered over her, his hands gently pressing hers into place on his bed. The maid blushed and closed her eyes.

"Continue," she says softly, crossing her legs. he then forces them open with his knees and gathers her dress in his hand, holding her two hands with the other. He then peeks under, looking at her shorts she had on under her dress.

"Good, you wore pants today," he smirked as he stared down at her thighs again, thinking things he probably shouldn't have. she gave him the death stare before he hopped off of her. (Y/N) smoothed down her skirt again and Arthur leaned against the door.

"Why do you have to check if I have something over my undergarments?" she asked in annoyance, examining the ruffles of her skirt.

"None of my crew have maids, and they get drunk too easy. I don't want... it... Happening again," the nation pinched the bridge of his nose and started to look her up and down, pausing when he saw the guilty expression on her face. "Well, considering you've been a good maid this past week or so..." She looked up, anticipating a reward. Not that easy, love. He walked towards her and picked her up, setting her on the bed and pinning her down. Not easy at all, cuz I don't do easy. She gasped and struggled against his hands, but he was too strong. "Oh, my love. now it's time for a punishment," she looked disappointed. He forced her legs apart with his knee and slid her shorts down and onto the floor. He started to gently kiss up the side of her neck. She yelped in surprise and shouted for help. A few moments later, crew members were pounding on the door. All Britain did was continue to peck her cheek. "Shut up, love. Your making a fuss, and that's not what I look for in a good maid." (Y/N) gulped and kept silent. Just in case, England shoved a burnt scone in her mouth to gag her. She tried to speak but it just came out as a series of 'Ahs'. Britain laughed and slowly pulled her panties off, waving them in her face. He took the scone out of her mouth, "Pink, lacy panties? Where did you find these?" She gulped for a breath and whispered

"From the last town we were in a few days ago, I bought it at a women's shop near the ship," (Y/N) crossed her legs and looked at the door.

"You went off of the ship?!" he boomed into her face. She whimpered and begun to say something when Britain continued, "You're a bloody maid! Your job is to sta-... Your job is to stay with me," he gave her the panties, which she gladly slipped on. They both got up and he wrapped his arms around her waist. "Was it nice off of the boat?"

"Not at all. everyone was a wanker," she said, looking up at him and smiling.

"You better not wear shorts tomorrow, and that's a direct order from your master and captain,"

"Aye-Aye, Captain,"