This anon cannot guarantee a good sexytiems because anon has never written one. Anon just can guarantee the Tsundere ;___; Feel free to throw error, English is not this anon's mother tongue. Anon know nothing a bout military rank or military term ;___; Anon just pick randomly the rank ;___; Fail!Anon -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Re: High-ho, the mighty sea 1b/? (Part 7)
anonymous
January 13 2010, 09:57:36 UTC
Arthur took a step back and charged forward the young captain and took Alfred by surprised. Arthur made used the advantage of his agility, dodged and ducked through various objects on the ship floor and continuously attacked the young man. However, that young captain proved himself not a bad swordsman. He blocked Arthur’s attack and kept himself in defense form while trying to convince Arthur to surrender.
- Common, old man, all the fighting and shooting there are a waste of time, ya know? Just surrender and everything will be settled quickly. Nobody will laugh at ya just because ya surrender before the awesome me (implied “because I’m so awesome that you should surrender”) - He whined.
.... What the fuck?!
- Surrender my ass! Beat me and then talked all ye want! Ya brat!
Arthur charged again, used all his mind and anger to slash the opponent. But…
Clang!
His sword was broken in to pieces. He froze.
So that’s how it is. That young captain was indeed lack in fighting skill and style, but he had a ridiculous strength to make up
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High-ho, the mighty sea 2a/?
anonymous
January 14 2010, 15:44:41 UTC
A few weeks ago…The commander’s office had become a living hell when damage reports which were written in honor of a certain damn pirate and his friends landed on the desk. Immediately a conference was held in order to catch that notorious Brit once and for all. Prestigious captains were summoned and a number of attack plans and trap were proposed but none of them could be used, because someone said it was not good. The conference room soon became a chaos, until
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High-ho, the mighty sea 2b/?
anonymous
January 14 2010, 16:03:38 UTC
Arthur glared at the French outside of the cell, who had just arrived but already winking at him and sent off perverted aura.
“Who the heck are ye? And quit doing those gross things or God will make ye impotent!” “Tsk, mon cher, you’re such a hot head. My name’s Francis Bonnefoy, captain of the Blue L’amour.” He winked. “Don’t tell me that yar ship is the one that caved a ridiculous big rose in the front?” “Oui, that’s my ship. Such an honor that you know it with just a glance.” Francis winked again.
Arthur felt sympathy for the battle ship to have such a lame name and lame decoration (according to him).
“So what the fuck do ya want?” Glaring met winking. “Nothing. I’m just curious who this infamous captain Arthur Kirkland is.” Francis scratched his chin playfully.
What the…?!Arthur fumed. He wasn’t some kind of display things for curious bastards to take a look at. He wished he could get out of the cell and gave that frog a punch on face. That scene was really enticing but reality prevented him from doing so. He snapped out of
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High-ho, the mighty sea 4/?
anonymous
January 22 2010, 04:20:52 UTC
The cross-dress man excitedly ran to Arthur. “Oh my god, your eyebrows are like, so big! People often say, like big eyebrows either give you really good luck or give you a disaster.”
“In my case, it’s a disaster, Mr…” Arthur’s eyes twitched. “Feliks Łukasiewicz, it’s a totally cool name, right? It’s so cool that, people like, misspell it a lot.” Feliks continued chatting happily until Alfred stepped in to pull both of them to the table.
“Hope you don’t mind eating with those shackles on?” Alfred smiled brightly at him and in a split second, Arthur felt like his eyes had gone blind.
Ugh… what is this brat made of?
“Okay, we should introduce ourselves to the guest right? Well, I’m Alfred F. Jones, captain of the Justice” Alfred pointed to himself with a thump up. “And by the way, this awesome plan is from me, so you don’t have to itchy about losing to hero me, it can’t be help anyway.”
Pushy. Obnoxious. Brat. Should throw into shark nest.Alfred waved his hand at the cross-dress man. “Feliks Łukasiewicz, captain of the Pink Field.
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High-ho, the mighty sea 3a/?
anonymous
January 16 2010, 09:21:08 UTC
Nooo! anon lied to you ;___; That scene may not appeared at all ;___;
A young man came into Arthur’s view. He was holding a lazy polar bear and his clothes indicated that he was neither in military nor a servant. His face gave Arthur a familiar feeling of annoying but at the same time, he didn’t have any anger or harmful intention toward the young man.
The young man talked in his quiet voice again. “…um Captain Francis… what are you doing here, eh?”
“I could ask you the same question, dear Matthew. Your brother would freak out if he knew you’re wandering near this dangerous pirate.” Francis raised one of his eyebrows and approached the young man. “And by the way, Captain Francis is a no; just Francis is fine with me.” He kissed the young man’s forehead.
“Brother? That familiar face… Oh, so he is brother of Captain Fucking Jones.” Arthur thought while observing the young man. “He seems more tolerable than his loud brother.” “Oi, if ya intent to flirt here, I think ya’d
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Original request:
Anon really wants Noble!America/Pirate!England.
Noble!America captures Pirate!England after a battle or something-the plot can be changed-up to writer!anon's choice~
However, anon wants some sexytiems between the two nations while Pirate!England is held captive.
Bonus:-A very, very tsudere Pirate!England is loved.
-If you add other nation pairings
http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/10960.html?thread=19796432#t19796432
This anon cannot guarantee a good sexytiems because anon has never written one. Anon just can guarantee the Tsundere ;___;
Feel free to throw error, English is not this anon's mother tongue.
Anon know nothing a bout military rank or military term ;___; Anon just pick randomly the rank ;___; Fail!Anon
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- Common, old man, all the fighting and shooting there are a waste of time, ya know? Just surrender and everything will be settled quickly. Nobody will laugh at ya just because ya surrender before the awesome me (implied “because I’m so awesome that you should surrender”) - He whined.
....
What the fuck?!
- Surrender my ass! Beat me and then talked all ye want! Ya brat!
Arthur charged again, used all his mind and anger to slash the opponent. But…
Clang!
His sword was broken in to pieces. He froze.
So that’s how it is. That young captain was indeed lack in fighting skill and style, but he had a ridiculous strength to make up ( ... )
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Love your Alfred is so Alfred
love the swearing
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Sure, there are some errors but the story is quite understandable and funny so far. Keep going!
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“Who the heck are ye? And quit doing those gross things or God will make ye impotent!”
“Tsk, mon cher, you’re such a hot head. My name’s Francis Bonnefoy, captain of the Blue L’amour.” He winked.
“Don’t tell me that yar ship is the one that caved a ridiculous big rose in the front?”
“Oui, that’s my ship. Such an honor that you know it with just a glance.” Francis winked again.
Arthur felt sympathy for the battle ship to have such a lame name and lame decoration (according to him).
“So what the fuck do ya want?” Glaring met winking.
“Nothing. I’m just curious who this infamous captain Arthur Kirkland is.” Francis scratched his chin playfully.
What the…?!Arthur fumed. He wasn’t some kind of display things for curious bastards to take a look at. He wished he could get out of the cell and gave that frog a punch on face. That scene was really enticing but reality prevented him from doing so. He snapped out of ( ... )
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“Oh my god, your eyebrows are like, so big! People often say, like big eyebrows either give you really good luck or give you a disaster.”
“In my case, it’s a disaster, Mr…” Arthur’s eyes twitched.
“Feliks Łukasiewicz, it’s a totally cool name, right? It’s so cool that, people like, misspell it a lot.”
Feliks continued chatting happily until Alfred stepped in to pull both of them to the table.
“Hope you don’t mind eating with those shackles on?” Alfred smiled brightly at him and in a split second, Arthur felt like his eyes had gone blind.
Ugh… what is this brat made of?
“Okay, we should introduce ourselves to the guest right? Well, I’m Alfred F. Jones, captain of the Justice” Alfred pointed to himself with a thump up. “And by the way, this awesome plan is from me, so you don’t have to itchy about losing to hero me, it can’t be help anyway.”
Pushy. Obnoxious. Brat. Should throw into shark nest.Alfred waved his hand at the cross-dress man. “Feliks Łukasiewicz, captain of the Pink Field. ( ... )
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This anon suddenly has an urge to draw something... and here it is.
It could be a scene of next chap *eyebrows wag wag*
http://i530.photobucket.com/albums/dd347/pineapple148/art/img265a.jpg
My new eraser is suck and the poses are wrong =___=
Canada is extremely hard to draw.
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captcha: decker he. Something about being on a boat, captcha?
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I love your style artist!anon. <333
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A young man came into Arthur’s view. He was holding a lazy polar bear and his clothes indicated that he was neither in military nor a servant. His face gave Arthur a familiar feeling of annoying but at the same time, he didn’t have any anger or harmful intention toward the young man.
The young man talked in his quiet voice again.
“…um Captain Francis… what are you doing here, eh?”
“I could ask you the same question, dear Matthew. Your brother would freak out if he knew you’re wandering near this dangerous pirate.” Francis raised one of his eyebrows and approached the young man. “And by the way, Captain Francis is a no; just Francis is fine with me.” He kissed the young man’s forehead.
“Ah… Oh… Ok, Francis.” Matthew’s cheeks flushed red.
“Brother? That familiar face… Oh, so he is brother of Captain Fucking Jones.” Arthur thought while observing the young man. “He seems more tolerable than his loud brother.” “Oi, if ya intent to flirt here, I think ya’d ( ... )
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