“WHAT?” the brit brought his entire attention to the german when he mentioned the little brother america that the captian so loved. if it wasn’t for his crew men holding him down to take care of the wound, he would have started to kick the living hell out of the german right there.
“no i havn’t seen you brother! spain’s been all over the damn place, and france has been hiding behind the spaniards back like the cowardly frog he is. but i havn’t gotten the good fortune of seeing your blasted brother face to face. because if i did, i would give him a good arse kicking.”
Seeing the pirate captain get angry made Germany grin wider. Perhaps being this man’s prisoner for a while wouldn’t be so bad…
He nodded in understanding as he heard of France and Spain’s actions. He wasn’t surprised. Although, if he was honest, Germany preferred Spain over France, as France had been on of the countries who opposed his Unification, and had given him no end of grief over it.
He then laughed loudly at the pirate’s ludicrous suggestion that he could possibly defeat his great elder brother.
“You? Kick my brother’s ‘arse’?!” he chortled. “I heard you vere delusional, England, but don’t you zhink zhis is a bit much?”
“says the man who had been captered by this “delusional captian” ” the pirate complained at the german, hissing a bit as the crew men put alcohol on the wound.
“be careful!” he yelled at the men.
“when you all are done panicing about him, go look at the other ships cargo before it’s all under the water!” he then waved at the crew.
Germany grinned with delight as he saw the other wince in pain as the alcohol burned into the fresh wound he had made.
“Oh dear, is the poor little captain hurting?” he mocked, relishing the opportunity to verbally as well as physically stab his hated enemy. “You have my thanks!” he said, addressing the members of the crew that had applied the aforementioned alcohol and caused the pain.
He managed to spit in England’s direction as a last act of defiance before he was dragged below deck.
“what ever you bloody bastard!” arthur yelled at the german as he was forced to stay and get treated. he would have given the german a good kick but he was dragged bellow deck to fast. the rest of the crew were seting up the small boats to head down and look threw the reckage as the captain took a large drink of rum to help with the pain of just breathing.
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