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Oh my god...it is late and I am so sore and tired....

I just got back home from my first Anime Convention and IT. WAS. SO. FREAKING. AMAZING. I went as the awesome England (from Hetalia of course) and I was pleasantly surprised that so many people recognized me! Two awesome days of meeting fellow cosplayers (Hetalia and not) meeting new people, taking loads of pictures and making fangirls tremble XD I even got autographs and pictures from Vic Mignogna himself~! What a beautiful man!!

So, now that the con is over I can go back to writing Show Me How You Burlesque and Twenty Four. Stay tuned for the next update!

-Claire

Reading my own writing is so weird for me. Besides proofreading I mean.

Ever listened to "Girl" by the Beatles? I'm listening to the Jim Sturgess version from the Across the Universe soundtrack and it's making me want to write some angsty UKFem!US stuff... Short note, I know. But only three more days until I get to focus on writing! WOO.

Goodnight.

So my work, drawings/writings shall be on hiatus for the next couple of weeks since I am SWAMPED with things to get done for school and finals. As soon as summer starts, (or when I take my last exam) Then I will continue my writing and post them on here.

P.S I like internet life more than real life. '^'

((So this is just something I wrote for a RP. Putting it up here so it won't get lost ^^ BTW, I was listening to the Pirates of the Caribbean OST for inspiration ))

England: -took a deep breath and began his story- Well, there's this one that I'm particularly fond of...
I was at the equivalence of 17 at the time and very reckless since I had so much power back then. It was a beautiful day
to be out at sea, much like today. The breeze was steady, the sun was warm and the waters were crystal clear and calm...

-FLASHBACK-

-England stood at the front of the boat, gazing at the open seas with his chagrin smile broad along his face. He and his crew had just finished loading off in the infamous city of Tortuga where they restocked on rum, whiskey and for
the crew, the need for women. They were off to one of the Mediterranean colonies to gather gold and sugar cane for Her Majesty and England was excited to get his occasional thrill of piliaging and plundering like the pirate..erm...privateer that he was.-

Oi!! Cap'n Kirkland!!! Thar be a ship not too far from here!

England: How many miles?! -he called up to the crew member that was up in the crow's nest with his telescope-

20 miles!! -he called back- Looks like a French Brig!

England: -his lips curved into a wide smirk- So that bloody frog still doesn't know when to quit does he? Tch, fine then~I'm willing to participate in his game of 'tag'. -he flicked the front of his feathered Captain's hat above his eyes and
narrowed them- Bring up the cannons! Arm yourselves! We're having some fun today, men! -cheers and hollars echoed from within the ship and out on the deck. He adjusted his pantaloons and popped his knuckles before adding quietly- And someone bring me my cutlass...


-Tying the belt with his favorite cutlass on his side he looked up at the crow's nest for an update on the position of the French ship.

Captain!! There's another ship! -the pirate paused to assess the situation from abroad with his eyeglass-

It's an Armada ship! The Spanish are with them!!

England: -barked out a boisterous laugh- Brilliant! More treasure for us!! Be on your top game, men and make this one count!

-It was only a matter of time before the English Brigantine was surrounded on one side, the Spanish Armada ship and on the other, The French Brig. No shots were fired until the captains of each ship gave the order to do so. As if they weren't enemies, two wide planks used as bridged connected the three ships and out of each, the older and more experienced pirate captains appeared. Spain, with his red uniform, similar to England's but not as decorated with precious gems and coins, sauntered over as his boots thudded with each step until he was face to face with the young British captain. At the same pace, the French captain emerged from his ship, his extravagent blue uniform fitted to his slender body and his blonde hair tied at the nape of his neck. He could have passed for a female, were it not for the beard which was the cause for many
second glances from the crew members. He too stood in front of England, with a smug smile as he was at Spain's side.

England: Captain Carriedo...Captain Bonnefoy...how much of a pleasure it is to NOT see you aboard my ship. -he examined his nails rather boredily and huffed out a sigh- So...why are you here?

France: Ah, mon petit lapin~ Perhaps it is not obvious enough for your mideval mind to understand?

Spain: Si, we are taking your ship under siege, mi amigo.

England: -growled- Don't be speaking yer filthy language on my ship, Spaniard! -he unsheathed his cutlass- You are not getting anywhere near the Queen's gold...do you hear me? Leave now and I MIGHT spare your insignificant little lives.

France: Ohonhonhonhon~ You think that empty threats will scare us? Think again mon petit lapin!

-England was the first to make the first move, swiping at France's face, giving him a slight scratch across his left cheek. He smirked when France gave a most unmanly screech when he found that it was bleeding and will surely leave a scar. He, along with Spain both unsheathed their cutlasses and began a three-way duel with the British captain. If they lost, surely it would be an embarrassment to themselves and the countries they represented. The crew member also fought, fist fights and sword fights ensued but no cannon fire just yet. Perhaps not at all since the unspoken deal of the fight was that the
victor would take all the spoils. And you can't recover treasure from a sunken ship.-

England: -dodged an attempted shank from the Spanish captain as their swords clashed. As he was distracted, he felt a stinging sensation burn across his arm. France took advantage of the fact England was outnumbered and cut him when he wasn't looking.-

England: You coward! I'll show you how to fight!!

-The fight continued on until Spain was so tired and bloody that he couldn't move. France however was at the mercy of the hands of the teenage Brit with a victorious smile on his face- Men! -he called attention to his crew- Split up and gather as much treasure you can carry from these two ships! The spoils are ours!! -he licked his lower bloody lip and lowered his head to meet the whimpering Frenchman's scratched up face. England's boot was pressing on his ribcage and he was holding France up by the collar of his shirt.-

England: Now, never show your hideous beard face around my Seas again or I'll scalp you like the Natives in the New World~

-he released France and as a safety measure, while the Frenchman had his back turned to trudge back to his ship, England swiped the ponytail with his cutlass, letting the fringe float to the floorboards. France felt the swift air from the
movement and shrieked again when he felt his beloved ponytail gone and high tailed it back to his ship-

England: -cackled- That will teach you to turn your back on a real pirate!!

-END FLASHBACK-

England: And so, I kicked France and Spain's arse mercilessly and ended with all the treasure. One of my favorite memories that is~ I got to injure them both on the same day~ XD