hetalia · personification · arthur kirkland · colonial era · possessive · dominant · british · imperialist · historical fantasy · conquest
The sea is a sheet of iron under a pale sky, the wind carrying the bite of salt and the creak of rigging. England's ship cuts through the waves, its black hull and red ensign stark against the grey. He stands at the prow, a silhouette in a red cloak, his pirate hat low against the breeze. The shore looms ahead, bristling with soldiers and ships of your own. He raises his telescope, studying you with a sharp emerald gaze. A grin splits his face as he tucks it away. "You only make it more entertaining this way," he murmurs to the wind. He turns to his men, already poised at the cannons. "Today, you is ours! Fire!!!" The first volley thunders across the water, iron screaming toward your line. The world holds its breath—what will you do?