I do not own Hetalia. I own the idea.

The sea. Sometimes called the ocean, but it doesn't matter what it's called; I just love thinking about the sea breeze and the salty taste. I haven't been to the sea before, but I can imagine what it's like; that's all I've done since I was five. I've always lived near the middle or upstate New York. I know all I have to do is drive to the east and I'll be greeted with the sea, but it's just too much of a bother. If I was going to see the ocean, I'd be moving closer to it. You can say I'm obsessed with it, but that's just me.

Another obsession I have, besides games, are pirates. They're just so cool with all the swords and guns; don't forget the non-stop drinking of rum. If only I could go back to the days where pirates had their glory days. I know there are some pirates down near Somalia, Africa. Yes, I looked it up on Google, but that's because I'm OBSESSED.

I'm dreaming of the sea again. I'm standing on a beach, listening to the waves crash melodically into the sand. I can feel the salty breeze blowing lightly into my face, and sniff the sent that fills the air around me; it's so clear and fresh. I will always close my eyes just to take in the moment that I always treasure. Sometimes, when I close my eyes, it feels like that it isn't just a dream; it feels like I'm really there. The thing that makes me remember that I am dreaming, though, is my brother shaking me so that I can wake up.

"Alfred." He pesters in his soft spoken voice. "Wake up, Mom wants you to get up." I groaned and rolled over trying to go back to my beach. "Alfred!" He said as loudly as he could. "Please, you need to stop being such a lazy ass blonde."

"You're a blonde, too." I mumbled in my sleepy state.

"Yeah, but I'm not lazy." I opened my eyes half way and eye him. He's really serious about me getting up; when isn't he? "Al, please, mom wants to talk to you."

I groaned as I sat up. He backed off but chuckled. "What?" He pointed to my hair. "It's not as messy as yours when you wake up." He blushes and I grin. "Yep, I still have the picture, too." He gave me a glare and I laughed. "I still remember when Gil and I took that picture of you."

"And if I recall, I chased you around the house because my hair was an embarrassing mess." I chuckled and slipped out of bed.

"Yeah, Gil and I still talk about that memory, too." He punched me lightly. I placed my hand over the spot and made the face of hurt even though his punches are like a light tap to me. "Ow." He rolled his eyes and exited my room.

"Hurry up and get dressed. The sooner you talk to Mom the sooner she can stop bugging you." I nodded and he left.

I sighed as I plopped back onto my bed ready to sleep again. "Alfred!" My closed eyes wiped open. Oh shit. "You better be getting dress! I don't want to go up there and get you myself! You better not be sleeping again!"

I jumped back off my bed and scoured my closet. "Yes Mom!" I shouted back at her. It'd be embarrassing if she came up here just to get me to dress. Man, Mom, sometimes I wish I was out of the house and away at college.

I stripped and put my day clothes on, which were just a pair of jeans with a t-shirt and hooded jacket. Once I was done zipping up my pants, I raced down stairs and dove into the kitchen. "About time you came down." I smiled and grabbed some buttered toast from Mattie's plate. He glared as I smiled. "Please take a seat, Al." I turned to our mother and took the seat across from her. She looked up at me then back down at some piles of paper. "Now, I'm going to talk to you about college."

"Aw, Mom, we've gone over this before." I whined.

"Yes, but I still can't tolerate it. Matthew is in college and doing pretty well, from what I've heard." I rolled my eyes. She's giving the "My Matthew is a great son, why can't you try to be like him?" look at me. "Why can't you go to college for a sport? You like football, soccer, baseball, and all the other sports. Why don't you choose one to focus on?"

"Because I don't want to go to college. It's stupid."

"But most jobs these days ask for at least four or six years in college." I shook my head as I rolled my eyes. "Please, Al just think about it." There was a sound in her voice that sounded like she was begging.

I glanced at her and started feeling guilty. "I-" She eyed me. "I guess it won't hurt to think about it." She sighed as a smile appeared on her lips.

"Thank you." She took a sip out of the coffee near by then looked back at the papers. She gave me one. "This is one of many colleges." I glanced at it. "It's near the coast. I know how much you like the ocean so..."

My eyes widened and I sprang from my seat to kiss her cheek. "Thanks Mom! I'll definitely think about it!"

She gave a small chuckle. "I knew you'd say that." I shook my head with a smile. She shrugged. "You never stop talking about wanting to go to the coast to see the ocean." I kissed her forehead.

"Since I made you happier, can I go out for a bit?" She rolled her eyes.

"Oh, I guess." I smiled. "You're nineteen and still ask permission to leave." She shook her head. "What a weird boy."

I laughed as I headed to the door. "Love you, too, Mom."

"Be home for dinner at least."

"I will!" I shouted while closing the door.

I snapped out my iphone and dialed a number. It rang and rang until the person finally picked up. "S'up, this is the awesome Gilbert speaking."

"Hey, Gil, I was wondering if you'd like to hang out. I have nothing to do right now."

"Uh," I waited for him to respond, "sorry, dude, but I'm pretty busy; tied up with something right now."

"You're stalking Elizabeta, aren't you?"

"Pfft, no." I made a face and I think he knew I did. "Fine, I am, but it's not stalking. Stalking is so uncool-"

"Yet, you do it almost everyday since we graduated from high school." I chuckled as he growled through the phone.

"-I'm spying on her." He said so matter of factly I couldn't help but laugh.

"That's the same thing."

"No it's not!" He shouted. I had to pull the phone away before he calmed down. "It's not. It's...not, oh, damn it! You better not share any of this to anyone."

"Dude, I'm not that much of an ass. I would never share the stupid, idiotic, and embarrassing this that you, or the both of us, do." I was serious; it'd be the end of us if anyone found out about the stupid things we did.

"Thanks. Oh there she goes. Damn, she's with that stuck up on his high horse bastard with her." I chuckled. "One of these days she's going to leave Roderich for the awesome me. I know she will." I shook my head. "There going into a shop. I'm going to hang up."

"All right." I doubt he heard that since he hung up on me right after he stated that.

I laughed at how silly he was being right now and got out some ear phones. I plugged them into the iphone and started listening to the waves. I had downloaded some sounds of the waves months ago and now that's all I listen to. I closed my eyes, seeing the last bit of the bare sidewalk, and drowned in the peaceful sound of the ocean. I kept walking even though I knew I was going to hit something or someone at any moment.

The one track ended and before another came on, I heard a bell ringing and some seagulls. I opened my eyes and saw what looked like a port village. There were so many ships and the houses looked like the ones I've seen pictures of the past. The people were even different; they had on the vintage clothes. At first I thought I was just dreaming again, and I rubbed my eyes. When I stopped, I still saw the old looking village.

My mouth was dropped and I shut it. "Hey!" I looked at the one who shouted. "Are ye deaf? I asked for you to help me."

I took out my ear buds and put them in my pocket as I turned the music off. "Sorry, I was side tracked." He just mumbled and I took the other side of the cargo.

"Easy, this things precious to the captain." I nodded. It wasn't that heavy to me, but since I have the strength of ten men, I could lift anything without working up a sweat. "Now set it down on here so it can be taken up." I set it down and just as we stepped away, the ropes picked up to transport it up onto the ship. I was admiring all this and felt a clap on my shoulder. "You did good, lad." I looked at the man who I helped. "You didn't even groan or whine. I think the Captain might like a new recruit for the crew."

I smiled and shook my head. "Sorry, but I'm not looking to join anything." What was I saying? Am I going to give up the opportunity of seeing the ocean? Hell no.

"Aw, but lad, you'll see the seven seas if you join Captain Kirkland's crew. When he sets sail, he stays out at sea until he's sees the seven waters, then comes when he sees fit."

"Talking about me again, Adam?" I turned to look at the man behind me. I noticed his British accent and was going to comment it, but didn't just yet. He was in there entire pirate attire; boots, pants, sash around waist, white shirt with the red long jacket over it, the hat with a single huge feather, and the eye patch that hid his other green eye. He was a blonde like me, but more of an ash blonde or something. He noticed me staring and gave me a pirate's grin. "Is this the boy you're talking to?"

"Aye, Captain."

The man that is being called Captain looked me up and down. His grin widened. "He doesn't look sea worthy." I scoffed. "Oh, so you think you are? Have you ever been out to sea before?"

"No." He gave a triumphant smile. "But I've always dreamed of going out to sea." He frowned as I smiled.

"Will you be of any use?" I rolled my eyes.

"I think I can do most anything."

"Really?" He looked me up and down again. "Well, I'll take that as a true statement. You can come aboard, but if anything happens to you, I'm not responsible." He turned away and rose up the plank. I was reluctant to follow him, but did anyway. Once I was officially on the deck, I saw him facing me while crossing his arms. "I'm Captain Arthur Kirkland, and you are now part of my crew." I was shocked, but happy as well. If this is a dream, I wish that it keeps going; I don't want to wake up. I smiled. Mom, you're son is now part of a pirate crew.

So i have had this idea where someone goes into the past time where pirates were know a bit more than now and instantly put Arthur as the Pirate while Alfred goes back in time. This certain American just can't get enough of doing something cool, huh?

This is just like a prologue, but it's also the first chapter of many to come. I hope you like it and i thank you for reading. R&R!