Pirate!EnglandxReader Beg for Me Chapter 15

"Hey, hey, HEY!" Gilbert shouted as two of Arthur's scruffy pirates dragged him down the hall by his arms.

"Let go of mein arms or I will kick your ass!" he yelled.

"Yeah, whatever," said one of the pirates in a bored tone. "The captain wants to speak with you."


The pirates stopped at a door with a huge hole in it, opened it and pushed Gilbert inside. He could have just gone through the hole in the door, but it seemed that the crewmen weren't too bright.

Gilbert stumbled onto his feet but regained balance and looked up. He saw in front of him a scarlet coat hanging from a figure and dirty blond hair on a head that was left deprived of a hat.

Gilbert grimaced.

"Eyebrows."

Arthur slowly turned around, his eyes staring hollowly at Gilbert.

"Sauerkraut."

There was a period of silence before Arthur sighed and stood up from his chair. He took a few steps toward Gilbert and stopped, folding his arms.
"What are you doing here in the middle of the ocean?"

"To get my sister and kick your English ass, obviously."

"Well that's not very nice..." Arthur stared at Gilbert emotionless. "...considering a lovely friend paid a visit and took her away from me already."

"Yeah, I kno-." Gilbert started but soon slapped a hand over his mouth. he shouldn't have said that.

"What do you mean...'I know?'" Arthur glared at the red eyed Prussian as he took another step forward.

"I-it's nothing, but...but why are you asking me all of these questions dammit! I shouldn't even be answering you!" Gilbert fumed.

"Don't say such rubbish," Arthur tilted his head up a bit. "Tell me what you meant by 'I know.'"

"No."

"Say it."

"No!"

"Tell me!"

"NO!"

Out of frustration, Arthur grabs a pistol at his side, swipes it out of his belt and points it to Gilbert's forhead.

Gilbert's eyes widened but this boy's ego wasn't about to be diminished just because of a gun.

"Ha," Gilbert chuckled nervously. "You're too much of a sissy to shoot me. I know you need me. You wouldn't dare!"

Arthur raises an eyebrow and with a flick of a finger, he cocks the gun.

"I'm sorry, what was that you said?" he asks.


Gilbert's mouth hangs open as his eyes stare at the pistol pointed to the middle of his forehead. For the first time, this potty-mouth didn't have anything to say.



"Now I'll give you one more chance you German reject," Arthur hisses. "Tell me what you mean by 'I know,' or this bullet makes a little home inside your skull."

There was a brief moment of silence.


"I....I-." Gilbert blurts out all of a sudden. "I know... because I told him to."

Arthur's eyes widen as his eyebrows scrunch together. "What do you me-."

"What I mean is that i asked Carriedo to take (name) away from you," Gilbert looks to the side. "After i was free from the rope I wrote a letter to Toni right away..."

Arthur just stared at Gilbert as he heard every detail of his story. It must have been countless minutes before he was done.

Arthur finally lowered the gun from Gilbert's head. "I see," he muttered out.


"Does that mean I can leave, caterpillar face?" Gilbert crossed his arms and smirked. "I'll jump off this piece of junk if i had to."

"There's no need for that," Arthur turned his back to Gilbert. "James! Wilson!" he called out.
Arthur felt like Gilbert was about to pounce on him with his back turned but luckily James and Wilson got to him first. It seems that they were waiting at the door this entire time. They grabbed hold of the furious red eyed boy.
"Dammit! Let go of me! Someone as awesome as myself doesn't become weak to someone like you!"

"Well, I guess things are going to change, aren't they?" Arthur replies. "You two," he looks over his shoulder and points to Wilson and James. "Take him to the cellar."

"Yes, cap'n!"

"HELL. NO." Gilbert says curtly.


"I really don't care what you think Gilbert," Arthur turns back around, puts his hands on his hips and says Gilbert's name as if it were an insult.

"Obviously not, you--you totally-not-awesome English muffin!" Gilbert cried out, trying to come up with different names for Arthur. "God, I swear if I had my ship I would have destroyed you!"

"Well yeah, but you don't," Arthur slightly rolls his eyes.

Well YEAH, YOU were the one that burned it to the depths when you paid a visit to my village!" Gilbert shouted as he continued to struggle.


"Oh, did I do that?" Arthur says sarcastically as he raises his eyebrows and puts a hand over his mouth. "Oops."


"Shut up!"


"Just take him away now. I'm tired of hearing his voice," Arthur sighed.

"HEY! DON'T TAKE ME AWAY WHILE I'M YELLING AT YOUUUUUUUU!!!" Gilbert shouts as his voice becomes more distant as James and Wilson drag him out the door.

After no longer hearing Gilbert and his string of curses, Arthur sits down again, closes his eyes, and pinches the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger. He continues to absorb everything Gilbert said, but he doesn't want to believe a thing.

"Well, it looks like the puzzle pieces fit now," he sighs. He opens his eyes and notices something at the corner of his eye.

He looks over to see a broken violin stuffed in the corner of his room.

It was (name)'s violin, the one that Arthur mangled a while ago. He totally forgot about it. But it was weird though...he didn't remember bringing it to his quarters in the first place.

Arthur continued to stare at the violin, his mind being overwhelmed with memories of (name), the good and the bad.

He stared and stared at the wooden structure, but a door slammed open behind him that made him jump out of his thoughts.

Arthur jerked around to see Wilson breathing heavily at the door.

"Captain!" We...we found the Spaniard!"

Arthur eyebrows shot up as he got out of his seat and rushed to the giant hole in his wall.

Yes, there it was. Antonio's ship. It was just a few miles away, and the Night raven was heading right toward it.

Arthur continued to stare at his enemy's ship, thinking of all the tactics he could use to attack it and board on.

He turns his head back to Wilson and says in a powerful voice, "Get everyone to their stations. Now."

"Y-yes, cap'n!" Wilson saluted and ran out, frazzled by Arthur's sudden change in voice.

After about 10 seconds, Arthur turns his head back to view his target. He ran a hand through his hair and adjusted the collar of his shirt.


"Why hello, little pig..." Arthur smirked out at the sea. He got one more glimpse of Antonio's ship until he turned his heel and started to walk out the door, his scarlet coat trailing behind him.


"...it's me; the Big, Bad Wolf..." he paused just outside the door, closed his eyes and chuckled briefly.



"and I'm going to huff, and puff, and blow.  Your.  House.  Down."






*shut*