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(another pirate story) England X reader New life!

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XMajutsu-shiX

Published: Jun 6, 2013

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(Heya everybody! We only have 2 EXAMS LEFT! SCREAAAM! YEY! So I decided to treat myself! I'm soo bad. I've started another fanfic!!! I already have 2! Oh weelll...so this one is about England because I don't see ludwig as a pirate! And one more thing, I'm not the MOST historical person...so... Enjoy poppet!)

It happened when she was wiping down the table, the cafe was empty due to the time of the day. The warmth of midday had been slowing down work, rain had been blessed down on the villagers. It was almost the end of her shift. Hopefully she could get home quickly, she was tired. (Name) sighted, she did not like her clothes: a maid dress which almost reached to the floor, it restricted her from making too much movement ... and she hated dresses anyway. She took the mop up whilst holding up her dress and started cleaning the floor.

Her cafe was mostly calm with only the noise of the waves breaking the silence. (Name) knew the sounds of the waves by heart. She could tell if a ship was coming, if the tides were calm, low, rough or dangerous. She knew the timetable of each ship and when they would return; she could tell by the weather how late each ship would be judging by the experience of the ship. Today, it seemed as if a ship was heaving itself onto the beach. There was no ship due that day.

Wait. (Name) froze.

There was no ship due that day...so why was there that sound of a ship approaching? Maybe she was wrong? Hopefully she was wrong... If she wasn't...it meant...

(Name) rushed to the window stumbling over her bucket. Sure enough, over the bellow of the wind and the rain she could make out a ship. It was a big ship and it was...she couldn't see the British flag. Oh God. There it was. The small black flag. Pirates. Oh God.

(Name) stood frozen for a few precious seconds, she couldn't think. This couldn't be happening.

(Name) shook herself to her senses and started running out holding her dress up. The cursed dress. She knew it would let her down one day.

The ship neared to the dock

She ran faster. She could run fast. At this time the villagers were normally in the town square. The town-square was noisy like always. (Name)'s voice wouldn't be heard over all the horses and the chatting. (Name) looked around and her eyes rested on the town bell. Just last week the town square had been fitted with a new bell. (Name) ran up the stares and pulled the rope. Nothing happened. The bell was too heavy. The ropes wouldn't move

A few minutes left

(Name) looked around in panic. Her eyes turned to an an old woman with a cane. She jumped forward, grabbed the cane ignoring the yell from the woman and bashed it has hard as she could onto the bell. The noise was deafening, however it stopped the villagers' little chit-chat. They turned to her with angry looks.

"What do you think your doing?"

"Girls should be seen not heard"

"When I get my hands on you-"

"I'm deaf!!"

(Name) took a sharp breath in. She had just been trying to save their lives and, her eyes narrowed and she took in a deep breath

"PIRATES!"
she yelled. "On the docks!" There was moment of bewildered silence, then the villagers fled. There was sudden hysteric cries in which mothers were trying to grab all their children, calling for one and grabbing the other. The fathers hurried their families away, the shops closed down, the goods lay forgotten.

Each man, women and child was trying to take as much possessions as they could, fleeing from the village. However there was also those drunks who had forgotten what they were, their sense of what do to do and what was happening. They stayed in little groups whilst laughing at villagers. Bow could pirates come? The girl was obviously lying. Oh those stupid shop owners, leaving their goods just waiting to be robbed.The rain had increased causing children to slip and fall. There wasn't much time to lose, but there wasn't far to go. There was a field not far off which contained a circle. The circle was big, ginormous in fact, burned into the grass, it lay, perfect, big enough for the whole village to crowd in.

There was a silence. The villagers waited.

'What if I'm wrong?' (Name) wondered and gulped. She would be hang. It was simple. The villagers turned to her, angry, she stared back. God, this couldn't be happening. They muttered angrily among them self, trying to get back to their shops before any thing was stolen. Why had they trusted this girl? Were the drunks even cleverer than them? (Name) was dragged along by all the movement. She groaned. How could this have happened? One of the drunks reached for a bread, laughing, drunk, unknowing. There was a gun shot. The person dropped.

All at once the villagers started running back into the circle, yelling at each other, screaming, trying to push them self in. Gunshots ran through the air, absorbed by the humid atmosphere, blurred into the rain. (Name) turned around desperately, she didn't know whether she was happy that her sight had not deceived her. Before she could step in, someone grabbed her arm roughly, jerking her back. She yelled, trying to desperately wrench herself away. However the grip was strong and she was terrified, her strength drained out of her and she was slammed to the ground. She stared wide-eyed at the ground. There was someone's shadow in-front of her. She didn't dare look up. She was shaking.

"The circle...who drew it?"

The circle:
A powerful spell carved into a part of the earth by sorcerers to secure a single, or multiple people from a darkness of any thought. The circle ensures the safety of the person or people inside it. The spell can be performed only by the most powerful of sorcerers. Anyone black-hearted can not step inside the circle. The circle can work against:
.Demons of any sort
.Aswang
.Adlet
.Doppelganger
.Banshee
.Tikbalang
.Tengu
.Warg
.Kappa
.Heikegani
.Konak jiji
.Pirates
To name a few

(Name) gulped and didn't look up. She saw the shadow of the person in font of her nod, her head was wrenched up by the person behind. She stared wide eyed with fear. The person stared back down at her. He had messy strawberry blonde hair pulled into a scruffy ponytail and emerald green eyes. He looked young compared to the rest of the pirates, some would even call him...good looking. He knelt down. He stared at her face, at the strange symbol under her eye. He sighted.

"Just like I thought...your a sorcerer"

(That's right people, you are a sorcerer, muhahahahahahahahahaaha)

Ummm well what do I have left to say?
I don't know if I will continue this.
Hetalia (for some reason) does not (for some extremely weird reason) belong to moi.
Enjoy!!!!!
Words:1098
Story idea: emmm
Time (taken): around 45 minutes to 1 hour.
Grammar mistakes: Probably millions but ah welll