A/N: This one is a lot deeper (at least it seems that way to me) than the other ones. I blame sappy music and really cool fiddles.
I think someone asked for Fem!UsUk.
Dunno, enjoy anyway!
Warning: Genderbending Ahead
Arthur Kirkland is many things.
A pirate.
A tyrant.
A nation.
A spirit.
A representation.
A brother.
A lover.
A jailer.
An owner.
A betrayer.
A follower.
A man.
A father.
And Amelia Felicity Kirkland had been his daughter.
She had kept him strong through so much that had happened in his life, kept him moving.
She had left him, it was true, but he didn't hold that against her.
He had been a foolish man, afraid of what he might loose.
What she would gain.
But, in the end, he was still her father.
Still her big brother.
Her protector.
And he couldn't hurt her.
At least, that's what he had told himself.
But, as he had stood before her burning capital city and seen the determination in her eyes, he could no longer believe that.
He had marred forever the one thing he had promised to keep sacred, and that was something he could never forgive himself for.
"Hey, Iggy! Get over here!"
Arthur's eyebrow twitched, "For the last time, my name is Arthur. Not. Iggy."
"That's funny," Amelia looked at him in mild curiosity, "You said it would be the last time like, forty times ago."
"I wasn't aware you could count that high," Arthur muttered sarcastically.
Amelia gripped her chest in mock offense, "Arty! You wound me!"
"My name's not Arty, either," Arthur replied testily.
"Well, my name's not Elizabeth, but you don't see me pitching a fit about it," Amelia said.
"Elizabeth is a perfectly nice name," Arthur said, glaring at his former charge.
The American rolled her eyes, "Yeah, for someone super stiff and proper. Do I look proper?"
"You used to be," Arthur muttered before someone with brains could stop him.
"Huh?" Amelia asked eloquently.
Arthur shook his head, "Nothing. Are we going to watch this movie or not?"
"Well, duh," Amelia said, as if Arthur had suddenly asked if the sky had sprouted polka-dots, "Why do you think I invited you over?"
Amelia Jones was many things.
A hero.
A heroin, (whatever the heck that was. Arthur would always say that when she called herself a hero and she was pretty sure that heroin was drug.)
A patriot.
A fighter.
A cowboy.
A southerner.
A nerd.
An athlete.
A 'that's classified'-er.
A beach bum.
An east coats-er.
A sister.
A daughter.
And Arthur Kirkland had been her father.
But then, something had changed.
She had less freedom, even though she had just won him a war.
She bled for him, died for him, cried for him, and sacrificed so much.
But he tore it up in her face and stomped on it.
And that's when she had had it.
She didn't care if she was being childish or unreasonable or stupid even.
She wanted out and she had wanted it then.
And even after she thought she was done, Arthur had come back and turned her own sister against her.
As Amelia had watched her capital burn, all she wanted was Arthur's head on a silver platter.
But she would never get it, because Arthur Kirkland stood on a pedestal that no one could reach.
But she'd be damned if she didn't reach him somehow.
Someday, she'd yank him down out of the clouds to join her.
Amelia wasn't sure how it had happened, but one minute they had been watching the credits (the American laughing at some of the names on the screen, Arthur rolling his eyes at her stupidity) and the next they were kissing.
Arthur was looking for something, Amelia could feel it in he desperate movements, and she was more than willing to give whatever he wanted.
She had decided almost a century ago that she would sacrifice everything for this man.
In this kiss of his, Amelia knew that Arthur felt her resolution.
Amelia tasted something salty and suddenly the kiss was over and she was pushed against the heartbeat of the Brit before her.
And he was crying.
Thoroughly confused, Amelia hugged her care taker back, rubbing circles on his back and running her fingers through his hair until the great nation could for coherent sentences.
"I…I'm so…sorry…" he finally gasped.
Amelia was going through a bit of a shock.
Arthur Kirkland did not cry and Arthur Kirkland did not apologize for anything.
"For what?" Amelia asked, still completely confused.
"For being…such a git…"
Still confused, Amelia remained silent.
"I didn't want to let you go…and then I just ended up hurting you instead," Arthur managed.
Amelia shook her head, "No! I was foolish and such a child! All I could see was that I didn't get what I wanted and I didn't care who got hurt in my way to get it."
Arthur laughed.
"I guess we're both wrong, then," he smiled, "I guess it's okay for me to say 'I love you' then?"
Amelia kissed him again, "I love you too." and Arthur kissed back, this time knowing he had found exactly what he was looking for.
Arthur may never be able to forgive himself for what he did.
Amelia may never forgive herself for ruining the man she loves most.
But they'll work through it.
Together.