#hetalia pirate au

[rosesandalfazemas]

Day 5 (May 12th) ~ How to lose @engportevents

Deus I was so scared of losing you!

... I-I am fine. Don't cry, husband...

I'm not crying you fool, I would stab you myself if I could.

... He-he, I love you too, lovy' mate.

A little bit of Piratalia! This is an scene part of the fifth (yeah, fifth) version of an AU I roleplayed with @greengreekeyes25 this year. This version was the best and the finest, which has the more consistent ending and a lot of real research about matelotage and stuff. It took us like 6 months, I think.

Hope you like it!

#hetalia #engport #porteng #aph portugal #aph england #tiger of the seven oceans #piratalia #hetalia pirate AU #pirate!Au #roleplaying #hws portugal #hws england #engportweekevent #engportevent #axis powers ヘタリア #engportweek2023

[nalidyne]

“ Stupid, selfish man. Amelia caught him in her net. Beyond caught. Tangled him. Strangled him in it” Caught in Her Net - @demonicpiano

———

It’s finally doneee—sorry for disappearing for a month haha here’s my love letter to this fic and the author 🙏 I remember being so happy whenever I would see the notification of a new chapter coming out and dying everytime these two would interact, honestly that was the best feeling.

I already read the entire work twice, but it’s so good I wish I could forget everything and re-experience it 🥺

There were so many good scenes to pick but I couldn’t possibly fit them all—- Big thanks to dp for creating such great content and being patient with me asking a million questions to make this piece happen 💕

#we did it gamers #I’ve been staring at this for 90+ hours I hope it’s good snd I’m not on copium lma0 #also unfollow me now becase this is all I’m going to talk about #last time I drew something so ambitious I was 16…. #posting cropped details later…now I need to rest….. #hetalia #nyotalia #nyo!america #nyo america #fem!usxuk #fem!america #usuk #nyo!usxuk #HWS England #ヘタリア #cardverse au #pirate england

[ifindus]

Op person here!

DEN SHOULD BE THE CAPTAIN I SAY‼️‼️‼️

since in Hetalia he’s considered and claimed to be the Nordic leader and none of them said anything against it. Norway should be the right hand man

(i’m also consumed by pirates (Pirate!England and France + OP)

Hope you still have this account! I had a sudden inspiration for some pirates again and you are absolutely correct in that Denmark would be the captain in a Nordics pirate crew ✨ Norway is obviously the first mate AND the best sailor out of them 😌

I have a fic about pirate!England and France 👀 the sequel to it is still in my drafts at 50.000 words 🙈

#hetalia #aph denmark #aph norway #hws denmark #hws norway #thanks for the ask and sorry it's taken me this long to reply to it 😭😭💖 #crossing my fingers that you haven't lost /this/ account 😂 #I do have a weakness for pirates #it's a bit touch and go but it never goes away #the Nordics as a pirate crew is such a good au - we need this #I'd prob redesign their outfits a bit but I really liked Den's vibe with this

[wickedwanchii]

On the same vein of art I forgor about, here's Pirate Kirkland

#wanchii draws #hetalia #aph #hetalia fanart #aph hetalia #hetalia 2023 #hws #aph england #hws england #arthur kirkland #piratetalia #pirate hetalia au

[black-rabbit-rikki]

Another very old art on Pirate AU, information about which you can find in my profile.💫

#art #aph #aph russia #aph england #ruseng #arthur kirkland #ivan braginski #artwork #hws #hetalia axis powers #AU #pirate au #pirate england

[ladyinfierno-art]

"He's a pirate, I don't want to associate with him."

#aph prussia #aph england #pruk #prueng #hetalia #hws prussia #hws england #junestuff #i saw a movie about pirates and just wanted to see them again #Arthur's all 'how interesting could he be? he just drinks and steals and sinks ships' #but just like when you name a stray it stick with you forever #the moment he discovers gilbert has a personality he's lost #pirate au #<- i'll try to organise the tags for the aus

[someone-you-do-not-know]

Howdy, partner 🐴

How about we play a little ask game, hm?

(Hetalia fanfics writer ask game)

26, 13 aaaand 5, please 💜

Hi, hi, hiiiii! I love playing games! :D

5. What do you keep in mind when writing a particular character? Since there's no character specified, I'll just go with the general things I keep in mind for all characters. The most important thing for me is that their dialogue fits them – like, it has to be their voice. Rereading, rewording, and rewriting dialogue is so important to me, so the whole thing doesn't sound like the same character speaking. I also have certain things I write on the first draft that end up sounding unnatural later. Such as Romano swearing too much (yes, it's possible), Spain starting his sentences with "Ah" and ending with a "haha," and the list goes on. A funny thing is that I actively avoid Prussia using awesome. He'll say sweet, cool, great etc., but his awesome counter is very low. Because I hate when a fanfic has him saying it all the time. It needs to have impact. It needs to actually be awesome.

13. What character took the most research? This is hard, because I don't... I don't do character research? Not really, at least? I do historical research for plot and idea purposes and sometimes check out fanart or other fanfiction for a ship I'm not as familiar with if I plan to write it (such as when I introduced nyo Russia in Birdbrains), but I don't do a lot of dedicated character research. I might look up canon heights, eye colours, and other stuff, but I'm not sure that counts. Spamano just lives rentfree in my head, I don't do research for their personalities. I do research for the plots I want to do, or history I'm interested in. Like, I've read a lot about history, but it was because I wanted to learn the history of something, not because I wanted to use it for Hetalia fanfiction. I just also end up using it for Hetalia fanfiction.

26. Any Hetalia AUs that live rent free in your head? Every Hetalia AU I write or plan to write is living there, of course. Not a lot of canon ones though. I stole these characters, they are my dolls to play with now!

#thank you for the ask! <3 #prussianbluevanilla #fun facts about me #I am also a huge history nerd #I wanted to be a historian when I was younger (before I found out I could do my current field of studies) #Probably controversial but nekotalia mochitalia etc are boring to me #And I outright hate cardverse #If a fanfic is tagged cardverse I don't click it #It's weird and I don't care for it #Things like pirate or mermaid au and demon/angel au seems played out to me #Wingtalia was neat while it lasted but I don't think there's a lot of stories to make on it #Didn't originally like 2p but warmed up to it over the years #Nyotalia is as canon to me as Hetalia #The characters are slightly different but they're just female versions #Sometimes the story calls for women sometimes it calls for men #being silly

[helianskies]

“you don’t scare me.” Arthur/Antonio

*cracks knuckles* time for a new au, methinks...

Tremors

Antonio does not know for how long exactly he has been sitting in that chair, staring at the same wall, fighting tight knots, and turning over the thought in his mind that says, just because you haven’t been killed yet does not mean that that can’t change. 

The night before, he had been in bed sleeping peacefully. And then, the worst thing imaginable happened: a pirate raid. 

That being said, it was not exactly… what Antonio imagined a raid would be like. There was less violence, less screaming, less fire, and more… organised, almost. Though, he himself woke to the sound of smashing glass, and didn’t even have a chance to get out of bed properly before his room seemingly became the raid’s epicentre…

One minute, Antonio had been in his home. The next, he had woken up with a throbbing head in that very room.

Outside, he hears the sea. He fears that land is already so far away. He fears that he is destined to die away from home. 

Antonio closes his eyes. His head still hurts. He is still so, so tired. For a moment, he nods off—and maybe for a few seconds, or maybe for a few minutes—but, once more, violence pries him fiercely from the grip of sleep with the slamming of a door, and Antonio opens his eyes once more.

Finally, his captor has decided to make himself known.

"Sorry to keep you waiting," the stranger says, staying out of sight. "I trust that no one else has disturbed you just yet…?"

He does not humour the other with a response. Instead, he listens as the footsteps near, and then does his best to steel his nerves as the other pulls up a chair, legs scraping on the floor, and sits down opposite him.

“Forgive me for being a bit blunt, but you do speak English, right?” he is asked, and Antonio, though he does not provide a verbal reply, instead examining his company, has answered the question regardless: “Good. If you didn’t, I’d be worried.”

Antonio’s brows twitch and form a slight frown. That means ‘why?’ as he still refuses to talk.

“You’re the kid who speaks a library’s worth of languages, aren’t you?”

He is not a ‘kid’, he wants to point out, but instead he says nothing.

“That’s why you’re here.”

His silence remains firm. 

In light of this, the man—a pirate through and through, if the hat and partially-exposed chest and bad smell is anything to go by—leans forward, closer—too close, in fact. Antonio leans away from him, though there is not far he can go; the back of the chair stops him, and all the while, the other draws nearer. 

His hand reaches out. Antonio does not like where it is heading. Fingers start to curl. Antonio’s toes curl in turn. And then, those fingers grip the underside of Antonio’s seat and slowly, steadily drag the chair towards their owner. 

Antonio does not enjoy how close they end up, legs brushing against each other, only a couple inches of space remaining between them.

The smell worsens. 

“I have something in my possession that I need translating,” the other begins to say. “It’s not in French, Spanish—not even Dutch. But a little birdie told me there was someone near where we were docked—the son of a merchant sailor—who has a knack for languages.”

How Antonio’s existence has come to be known to someone like this man is beyond him. It seems that years of studying have indeed provided him a future, as he had always intended, but now he is not sure that this is the future he—

“You know, I thought it was considered rude to ignore someone…”

“There is a difference between ignorance and defiance.”

“Ahhh, so he does have a tongue.” The other smirks. “Good to know.”

“You want me to translate something,” Antonio goes on despite the growing taste of acid in his throat. 

“Mmh.”

“That is why you dragged me from my room, onto a ship, and started sailing away?”

“Yeah. Why, is that a problem?”

“It could be,” Antonio replies, “if it turns out I cannot translate whatever it is you want me to.”

At that notion, the other’s grin starts to fade. His relaxed posture ceases. And, in turn, what seems to have been relatively good humour, for a man of his calibre, becomes soured. 

Once more, Antonio finds his personal space invaded. Once more, Antonio is unable to back away.

“You’re going to translate what I tell you to translate,” the other insists, “and if you can’t, then I have no use for you. And for that problem, I have an easy solution.”

The Spaniard swallows. “You don’t scare me,” he says, but the words hold no real weight or conviction. 

“And yet, there is a faint tremble in your cheek,” the blonde remarks as his fingers suddenly dare graze over the skin of Antonio’s face, “and you can’t quite seem to look at me—not in a way that a brave man would.”

Antonio has no room to shy away from his touch, but the intention is there, and clear. The other pulls his hand away after a few more seconds of no doubt relishing in the reaction that has been plucked from his captive, and, once more, Antonio is able to breathe.

With that, the other gets up. He walks away. Antonio turns his head to try and find him, but hands settle down on his shoulders and lips are suddenly too close to his ear, breath tickling his skin. 

“You and I are about to be good friends. So, friend, have you got a pretty name to go with that pretty face of yours?”

The brunette takes a slow breath. “Antonio,” he offers up without protest. “My name is Antonio.”

“Mmh, not too bad, I suppose,” muses the other. “Well, Antonio, in that case, you can call me Arthur.”

And, with that, Antonio finds himself alone all over again.

[ final wordcount, 999 words; prompt list here! ]

#helia writes #hetalia #hws spain #hws england #engspa #pirate au? pirate au. #folks you have to stop sending me things that make me want to write whole stories it's just not fair :'v #(im kidding i'm here for it) #also. look. finally something less than 1k words :')

[usukweek]

July 5th AU Prompt: Pirates and Cowboys

Interested in traveling the vast open plains on horseback or traversing the wide ocean on a ship? Then join us on day 3 of USUK Week, where we explore pirates and cowboys. The prairies and waves await you, so come and set out on a new adventure and soak in the freedom of a new frontier.

#hetalia #usuk #usukus #ukus #inspiration board #pirates & cowboys #Day 3: AU Prompt #usukweek #libertea

[koolkat9]

Fruk Week 2022: Day 1

@aphfrukweek

Prompt: Pirates / Steampunk

Rating: T

Pairing: Fruk

Word Count: 1109

Author’s Note: You know what’s funny, while writing this this weekend, there was something called the “Uncommon Festival” going in in a nearby town that I went to and it was wizard and steampunk based. 

Lady Luck is on Your Side

FEARED SKY PIRATE ARTHUR KIRKLAND SHOT DOWN BY THE ROYAL NAVY

Francis felt like he was going to be sick. His whole body felt cold, but his stomach burned and churned as he read the headline over and over again. He had warned him. He had fucking warned him about this, and yet…He had always hoped he would be wrong. He hoped that Arthur would keep evading the law, stay one step ahead, be it because of wit or just plain luck, and prove him wrong. 

But, as logic would have it, Francis had been right. Another victory they could have over Arthur. But it was pointless. This wasn’t like their regular competition, their playful banter, this was serious and it was hurtful. Francis would never see Arthur again. They would never be able to crawl under the pirate's skin, or tease him until his face was flushed and he was sputtering, or share witty quips ever again. 

Though Francis had known this day would come, it didn’t stop his heart from hurting or make it any easier to sleep that night. 

It was long past midnight, and Francis was still wide awake when they heard it. It was soft, almost hesitant, but even through Francis’s wallowing, they heard it. Pulling their rob tightly around themself they shuffled over to the door, ready to rip the head off of whoever dared bug them ~~in their grief~~ at this ungodly hour. 

When he opened the door, he came face to face with a ghost. Or at least that’s what Francis had thought at first. Arthur stood before him, clothes torn, skin battered and bruised, blood dripping from his right arm; he looked like a walking corpse. 

Everything froze. Francis couldn’t decide whether they wanted to hug him and never let go or scream at him for everything he had put them through. Before they could choose, however, Arthur began to sway. 

“Arthur?” Francis murmured.

Arthur didn’t reply and instead fell forward. Luckily, Francis was there to catch him before he hit the ground. It was by holding him Francis realized why he had come here: where Arthur’s lower arm should have been, there was nothing. 

Francis let out a bitter laugh. “You must be the apple of Lady Luck’s eye, for her to let you get away with this.”

—

When Arthur came to, everything ached, and he felt as though the room was spinning. As he became more aware, he realized someone tugging at his upper right arm. Normally, he would be worried, but he felt too weak to struggle. Perhaps the Navy had found him, and this would be the end. At least he could say he had gone out fighting. 

“You’re a fucking bastard,” a familiar voice hissed. 

Arthur opened his heavy eyes to find Francis, wrapping up his stub. “You…”

“I patched you up,” Francis replied, still sharp, but not as venomous as before, “And I’ll make you a prosthetic. Can’t have you going around without your dominant hand especially since you’ll have to hide for your safety. Unless you're stupid enough to go back out there and put your life on the line yet again.” 

“I…”

“I told you this was dangerous. But did you listen? No. You went a fucked about, behind my back, and then when I called you out, I was the controlling one.”

“I loved the sky,” Arthur argued back, “And you knew that.”

Francis shook his head. “You’re so stupid. You loved wealth and power more than me. And you know it. There were less dangerous ways to chase the sky, but you had to choose the one with the least self-preservation but the one that gave you the greatest power.”

“I just–”

“Don’t give me excuses,” Francis snapped, their voice wavering slightly, “Do you realize how I felt every time you left me? I was always terrified I’d hear that you…That you died. You were public enemy number one and I just couldn’t handle the idea of losing you. And when you ignored my concerns I just…I was done.”

“Francis I’m–”

“Don’t. Please don’t. There is nothing you can say. I’ll just make your damn prosthetic, and you can go back to doing whatever the hell you want.”

The two remained quiet as Francis began taking Arthur’s measurements. Arthur knew he had to say something, but whenever he would open his mouth, he’d cower back. He wanted to make sure he got it right.

“I’m…I’m a selfish prick,” Arthur grumbled.

Francis continued to ignore him.

Arthur wanted to be angry, but with a deep breath, he settled himself. He got angry last time, and look where they ended up. “And you’re right. I am stupid. I’m stupid because.” He swallowed hard, grimacing. “Because I didn’t choose you. You can choose to believe it or not, but there wasn’t a day that went by that I didn’t think about you. Even in what I thought would be my last moments I…I just wanted to see you one last time. I was never happy after I left.  No jewels, no gold, no amount of wealth could compare to waking up in your arms, hearing your voice as it whispered sweet nothings in your stupid frog language, or being able to call you mine. I never stopped loving you Francis…a-and I’m…s-s…s-sorry…I–”

Francis lifted a finger to Arthur’s lips. “You think you can come crawling back to me after all the shit you pulled? After almost giving me a heart attack when my prediction seemed to have come true?” Francis sniffed and wiped his eyes. “I…I’ll be honest. I never stopped either, but I’m not just going to take you back based on pretty words. Prove it.”

Arthur’s pride wanted to argue. It had been hard to say all that and actually admit his messy feelings for once, but deep down, he knew he had hurt Francis. And nothing he could say could fix that. 

“Then I will,” Arthur said firmly. 

A ghost of a smile made its way onto Francis’s face. “That’s just like you. Never backing down from a challenge.”

He placed his hand on top of Francis’s. “And this is the most important one.”

Francis’s cheeks flushed a brilliant crimson, and, for once, Arthur felt everything would be okay. For a moment Francis just stared at him before realizing what he was doing. He shook himself slightly.

“I-I…um… I need to go see what material I have and what materials I need…Y-You…You just rest.,” Francis stuttered out, rising from their seat. 

Arthur watched the Frenchman leave, his heart fluttering in his chest. Perhaps Lady Luck was still on his side. 

#frukweek2022 #hetalia #hws #fruk #ukfr #hws france #hws england #steampunk au #pirate au #injury #hurt/comfort #amputation #getting back together #kind of #it's implied that they will #fanfiction #hetalia fanfiction

[rosesandalfazemas]

More about my Pirate AU with @greengreekeyes25.

This is a colored doodled concept I've got for my own reference in roleplaying. Since some of you asked me why my Arthur has stripes as tats, here is the explanation. This is basically the type of body he would have. I've read so many historical things for this RPG that I couldn't do as generally the fandom did. He has his clothes and so his attitude and badassitude )? but his body is something like this.

Imagine if he is like this, how his brothers are~

Hope you like it anyway~

I even wrote an "academic" essay about these characters, how when and why they died, in a form of a historical research. This Au went out of control, my gosh.

#hetalia #aph england #hws england #aph #hws #hwsengland #aphengland #piratalia #hetalia pirate au #captain kirkland #arthur kirkland #arthur pirate #rosas headcanons #tiger os the seven oceans lore

[nalidyne]

Might as well post some concept sketches since I didn’t get to fully use them 🫠 (Decided to repost and make a separate post cuz cropping was driving me mad—)

zoomed version for details 👉👈

#ヘタリア #hetalia #nyotalia #fem!america #nyo america #hws england #nyo!america #usuk #fem!usxuk #nyo!usxuk #hws usuk #cardverse au #pirate england #concept art

[copper-wave]

Preußen mit dem Pirat Kleidung B)

Ich werde auch Italien zeichnen.

#hetalia #fanart #art #hetalia fanart #hws prussia #aph prussia #Prussia #preußen #pirate au #digital art #anime art #anime #pirates #gilbert beilschmidt #hetalia world stars

[silverphoenixwritesoutlines]

Cardverse AU

Amelia Jones, the Prince of Spades, runs away from the palace and stows away on a Diamond merchant vessel. She wants to see the world before she’s crowned after having been cooped up in the palace her entire life. Unbeknownst to her, however, Amelia has snuck aboard a pirate ship in disguise, one underneath the command of Captain Alice Kirkland. Now, Amelia has to survive the pirate's life, keep her identity a secret from Captain Kirkland, and try not to get caught by the Spadian Navy hunting her down.

#ideas #hetalia #nyotalia #nyo!america #nyo!england #usuk #cardverse au #pirate au #drama #fantasy #adventure

[black-rabbit-rikki]

Pirate AU

He stole the captain's hat and is satisfied💫

#AU #pirate au #pirate england #ruseng #aph russia #hetalia axis powers #aph #hws #ivan braginski #artwork

[ladyinfierno-art]

The sea creatures side + an enthusiastic little pirate researcher

#aph germany #aph south italy #aph romano #aph north italy #hetalia #germano #hws germany #hws south italy #hws romano #hws north italy #aph italy #hws italy #junestuff #pirate au #i love these germano babies au #and feli being a sunshine as always #i just crave pirates ok