#spainxengland

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Hoy quise dibujar a Inglaterra y España del fandom de Hetalia y esto fue el resultado, me gusta el Inglaterra chibi es tan abrazable jsjs

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Red

Red

Hetalia belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya

A SPUK romance

A/N: as much as I can tolerate and respect the SPUK yaoi and for some odd reason I really do like their pairings in yaoi, this is not a yaoi, you yaoi-ing what I said?

P.S This was on my drive and I just happen to stumble on it, I forgot what year. I’m just surprised I can wright some sensual stuff!- 05/04/17 =============================================================

The sea breeze gently passed her hat making the feathers on it swayed to where the winds wanted to go, her red velvet navy cloak fluttered at her back as she gaze on the calm rocking of the sea waves, Isabelle Fernandez Carriedo also known as the Kingdom of Spain was set out in the sea yet again but this time , she isn’t on an adventure to find a new colony, she was sailing back to her place to settle a rising problem in the European power.

 Francis or as he was known throughout the world as France has yet again managed to pissed off a certain British Empire from across him, Arthur Kirkland isn’t any ordinary empire in the Europe, with his bands of sea dogs lurking in the sea, he can easily conquer others colony in a split of an eye, and that’s one reason why she-Spain is going back to the Peninsula to be  an ally of  France-though she is having second thoughts with allying to Francis, but after knowing that their bosses were related to each other the papers had been  process and everything is done in the  ‘treaty’, Isabelle has no other choice but to leave her young colonies at the hands of her eldest son ‘Nueva España’ Romano could handle himself with Belgium helping him, sighing Spain flipped a bunch of strayed bangs off her face before she took off her three-pointed captain hat off, she walked back to her quarters to rest for a bit, it will take about 5 hours before they could dock at the nearest port at her place.

 Hands on her knob to her chambers, she suddenly halted her action when she had heard her crew men's yell from the crow’s nest

“Inglaterra!”

quickly her men started to prepare to attack the English pirate ship,swords unsheathed and rase waiting for the enemy to make their move, what Spain hadn’t expect was England swaying in her ship sword raise, rope thrown from his ship for him to sway towards hers alone and stopping at the railings of her ship

“A pleasant morning to you wankers!”England smugly said to the Spanish crew, scanning the wooden deck of his enemy when his emerald eyes landed on the same emerald eyes he was looking, he sheathed his sword back to his belt and propped down on the deck making his way towards the captain of the ship, Spain’s crew was ready to stab the foolish Englishman’s back when they felt that one by one the english pirate henchmen started to board the ship as well.

Casually Arthur strode towards where Isabelle stood-right in front of her chambers,

“What a lovely day to see you love” Arthur sarcastically said, taking his captain’s hat off and bowing to the lady in front of him, of course though they were enemies, he couldn’t be rude to a lady now can he? he was after all a gentleman-pirate. He lifted his head up and propped back his hat on his shaggy golden locks smiling in front of his long rival

 “what is so lovely in the morning when you are here Inglaterra?” Spain pointed the tip of her bladed axe on England, eyeing him warily “you are not welcome here, but if you wanted to lose badly, you are welcome aboard” Isabelle smirked seductively towards him, and it took Arthur all his might not to grab her ravishing her in front of anyone without a care, red was the most befitting color to her, it made her look alluring -no not alluring that was something to France he sincerely thought, and Arthur almost gagged at himself for even thinking Francis was ‘alluring’ in someway! Isabelle was alluring-yes! but Arthur thought other wise, Red is her color for her passion for everything and anything including him being captivated by those reds of hers, he continued to fantasies but  smacked himself internally when he realize what he was thinking, God he was losing himself on his own desire, he should focus more at ruining the Spaniard not her ruining his mind, he looked back at her, the tip of the deadly  halberd was enough to make him hold back and instead smirk at her, he just have to make her eat her words

“do you really think you could beat me Spain? with this silly pirate crew of yours! albeit in mere seconds I can crash this ship” he taunted making the female sneered at him

“Let see about that!” Spain launched forward to England and not millisecond later their crew followed their action.

Clashing and slashing were heard on the spanish ship, men from both sides groaned as they fought for their country, Arthur continued to press Isabelle further whilst evading that deadly halberd he still couldn’t put on his head how a woman like her could managed to carry that.

the smirk he had been carrying on his smug face had completely left his face as he found himself a moment later trapped between the axe on his throat and his back press against the railings of the ship “who’s laughing now Inglaterra?” Isabelle smugly sneered at him, for a moment Arthur felt helpless,he didn’t expect for this to happen and yet he is stuck in this situation, he was ready to face his fate when he saw an opportunity to escape and probably win this impromptu- attack, grinning he looked back to his men and shouted

“Ready a boat and retreat!”

Isabelle was a bit befuddled at Arthur’s orders ‘Ready a boat and retreat? what does that mean-!’ her trance of thoughts was immediately cut off when she realize what England had planned, leaning back to the railings, Arthur held his sword with his other hand as he encircled it also around the slim waist of Spain bringing her closer to his body,

“hope you can swim love, were going diving today!” and thus he push their bodies off the railing falling in the deep blue ocean head first. Spain struggled to get away from England but her struggling had done nothing, they continued to sink further down the sea, her sight blacking as her breath was gone, the only thing Isabelle could think of wasn’t her own kingdom nor what punishment she will received from her boss by shaming their Spanish Armada-no none of that really came into her mind, what worried her the most is her colonies

“mi niños, be safe”

 oOo

she was conscious yet she could only see darkness with his eyes, she could hear everything yet she felt alone, she could feel her body but it didn’t move

‘where am I?’ she thought anxiously, she couldn't remember anything that had happened before and after the attack of the bushy browed empire  then realization struck her, England was with her, he had dragged her off the railings of her ship and dive into the sea with him, gritting her teeth, she tried to move her body once more to find and murder that English bastard after what he had done to her, oh he will pay, he will definitely pay when she got out of this ropes-wait ropes?!

Spain wriggled her arms at her back to find them tied up in ropes, eyes becoming huge as a saucer, she glance down to her legs to find them also tied up, gasping she tried to push herself up but only ended up slumping back to the hard cemented wall, air was knock-out off her after she had done that, craning her neck she found herself staring at a  short chain stuck in the wall, she followed where the chain had started and ended, brows furrowed and teeth gritting she could not believe the situation she was in, she was the one chained up on the neck in the wall like an animal!

furious she tried to pull off the chain but nothing came undone, only the clinking and rustling of the chains and occasional swearing  was the noise in the small room she was in, she continued to pull the chains not realizing that someone had entered her darkened room

 “Well, isn’t it nice you're awake? I was beginning to worry you wouldn’t wake up” a british voice said from behind Isabelle, she spun around to meet the bushy browed empire himself and she sneered at him

“INGLATERRA! GET ME OFF OF THIS CHAINS!” She stood , hands balled into a fist, eyes blazing like hell as she was ready to gave him the beating of the century, she wanted to punch him, poke his eyes out till they bled and make him bleed like the red on his flag, she wanted him to beg for mercy after what he had done to her, but everything she wanted to do was suddenly impossible when the chains and ropes binding her body pulled her back to slump hard to the wall

“now, now Spain, that’s not a proper way to greet your host” he grinned making the Spaniard detest him more, he walked closer to her but not too close for the Spaniard to take a chance to punch him, he couldn’t believe he had the Spanish Empire on his, like a stow away slave, he chuckled more

“When I get out of here, Inglaterra, I swear you wished you didn’t cross paths with me”

Spain  threatened, but England merely laughed at her threats, bending down to Isabelle’s face, he gave her a toothy smirk, reaching out his hand, he made a move to grab the her chin but abruptly stop “I’ll bite you, don’t test me Inglaterra, you know what I can do” Isabelle warned not liking the idea of the English dog touching her, England ‘tsk’ but still grabbed hold of her face not minding her threats

‘what does it matter if she bit me? I have her anyway!’ he thought inwardly a smile crossing his face before it broke into a fit of laughter, his emerald eyes lock with hers

“That is if you can escape Spain” he chuckled darkly before tugging the chains on her neck pulling her close to his face, though she had been locked up for about a week now, he could still smell the rich perfume she wore, and it made him think otherwise ‘I think I’ll be the one biting on to her’ he thought lustfully and shook off the thoughts before he gets too distracted

“you see, I have you on the neck,  tied and locked up in this dungeon, what can you do?” he taunted

“don’t underestimate my empire Arthur, I have my colonies and soon mi niños will be looking for me”

again Arthur laughed , he laughed harder this time as he had clutched his stomach unable to control himself, he looked back at Isabelle with disbelief and for a moment Isabelle was also confused, ‘why was Arthur laughing? there was nothing funny to what I said’ she thought, she looked up at the British asking a soundless question “I know what you’re thinking love, but let me ask you one thing” he began and pulled the chain again that had fallen from his hand, he played with it before looking to her fiery green “how long do you think you had been unconscious huh?”

the question made Isabelle gaped and stutter as she answers “a-a day”

“a week! not a day a week from the day we clashed into the sea on your way back”

“Q-Que?!”  Spain couldn’t believe what she just heard ,she had been out for a week now?! how can that be possible, how is it possible that her boss hadn't done anything to find her and her

“mi niños!” she shouted after realizing what could happen to her children, she looked back to the Englishman who can’t keep the smirk on his face hidden

“My children, Inglaterra! what did you do to my children?” she accusingly said to Arthur who just shrugged his shoulder and stood to his full height “don’t worry about your little kids so much, you should worry about yourself fi-” “Where are my children!!” she cut him off and it made Arthur cringe for a bit, he has to remember Spain is the most attached to her children and she would do What God knows if she found out someone had harmed them.

sighing  he made his way back to the door, he had enough pissing off the Spanish woman for the time being “Arthur! Mi niños! did you not understand what I said? My children Arthur! where are the-” “I know very bloody hell what you had said woman!” he shouted back

“then where are they?!” Isabelle shouted again, England leaned on the frame of the door crossing his arms over his chest before speaking

“as much as I don’t want to admit it, your children is keeping a good fight… though I would say that it wouldn’t last long” he mumbled the last part and craned his neck to look at the tied spaniard, she had a relieved look and he hated it when he couldn’t torment the spaniard, he grit his teeth before smirking “but I wouldn’t say for your other colonies”

“w-what do you mean?”

Arthur smiled, he could feel the Spaniards fear, he could smell his victory now and what beautiful ways to torment Isabelle Fernandez Carriedo than to let her know that someone had took her precious children, Arthur spun around to fully face the Spaniard the smug look never leaving his face

“Your Asian colony is now under my rule” and he left closing the door shut with a still stunned woman on the floor, Isabelle didn't knew how long she stared at the door with tears falling into her face,

 she had to get out, she had to get out no matter the cost

“wait for mi ni niños, I’ll be back”

 end

[prettypleasewillgraham]

WHAT A DEFENSE

De Gea 09/09/18

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Squiggy~

I know it's weird, but I call the pairing SpainXEngland "Squiggy" Why? Well because Spain is The King of the Squigglies~ And England's Japanese nickname is Iggy! ...I know it's weird, don't judge me >_>