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headingalaxys-spicy · 6 months ago

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Hi! You would be the most amazing person in the world if you accepted this writing request! But also, I completely understand if you don't feel like writing this. /gen

I would super love if you wrote (spicy) dominant pirate captain England capturing fem!reader (or regular America if you would rather do M×M) and taking the reader back to his ship to keep her as his prisoner/pet/whatnot. Bonus points for him wearing gloves and him calling the reader "love."

It's so hard to find top!Arthur and UKUS fanfictions. This would mean the world to me! Whether you decide to write this request or not, thank you!

⭐️I hope you enjoy this ⭐️

Double Feature Post it’s both a UKUS fic and a Pirate! UK x Chubby Fem reader that’s spicy af . (well the fem reader is more sweet love making than anything else but still spice sooooo)

‼️🚨Viewer Discretion Advised this is a A SPICE POST🚨‼️

Alfred had just reached another dead end in the maze of tunnels that he hoped would keep him away from the psychopathic pirate. He hated him with every ounce of his being. He’s taken away his peaceful life, friends, & his beloved cat. He’d never forgive him for that.

“Where are you, my beloved pet? Aren’t you hungry?” The crazed pirate's voice echoed against the narrow walls, a stark reminder of his madness.

The sound of his voice grated against Alfred's ears. He couldn’t stand this man's arrogance. It made Alfred angrier, and his blood began to boil. He tried to steady his bloody hands as he tried to find another way out. He could hear the numerous footsteps getting closer. He began to pick up his pace again through another corridor as silently as he could without tipping the pirates off.

“Ha. Ha. How cute.” He’s caught wind of Alfred's location through the walls. It was like trapping a scared mouse in a maze. Arthur sends a few of his men towards the opposing end of the corridor to corner him.

The hairs on Alfred's neck began to stand at attention. He could sense the danger closing in. It felt as though an anvil had been dropped in his stomach. Numerous footsteps filled his ears. He reached the end of his rope when he bumped into one of his men. It wasn’t long before he’d been hog-tied & being carried back to the pirate captain's ship.

Once there, the torture would begin. Arthur snapped his fingers, and the henchmen tore off his clothes like a hungry pack of dogs.

“Augh, no, you awful bastards!” He does his best to squirm and break free from their grips.

Arthur slowly walked up to his defenseless plaything. His grin gleamed in the late afternoon sky. Pure schadenfreude.

He swiftly catches the sandy blonde's chin in his gloved hand.

Alfred wanted to try and kick that damned smirk off his face. When he tried, his leg was quickly caught.

“Oh, my precious pet~ Excited to see me & play, are we?” Alfred saw his green eyes glimmer with mischief.

“I have a name Jackass!” Arthurs's grin only grew wider. He snapped his fingers once more & his men swiftly got to work, chaining his arms, legs, neck, & abdomen to the ground.

Arthur's famished verdant eyes fired up veins & cock that was becoming excited that he’d found his captive at last. The damned pirates made sure to spread his legs wide open. Arthur knew Alfred was relatively dumb, and he knew he’d have a huge cock. He was right.

Alfred hated how the cold, dirty metal felt on his skin and open wounds. He hated how this damned pirate made him feel worthless and weak. Even his manhood had been chained with a purity lock. Alfred tried to keep his attention on the early evening sky painted deep orange, pink, and purple. The sunlight was fading fast, just like his hope that he could escape the torture that was about to happen next. Alfred could hear the rattling of a box from somewhere on the ship.

Arthur walked closer to his precious pet, lying on the hardwood and avoiding eye contact. Arthur had two items in his hands: a lemon and a knife. He instantly cut the lemon in two. Arthur wasted no time squeezing the juice onto Alfred’s open wounds.

“Ahhhh! AHHH! STOP …ugh! AHHH!”

Alfred’s shrieks of agony filled the sadistic pirates' ears with glee. All of his men simply watched onward as if it was a play. This was a typical day for them.

Arthur dragged this out for a few minutes. His ego & dick began to rise from the pleasure of causing pain. He loved Alfred’s cries for mercy. Once he was done, he threw the completely dry lemon slices overboard. As they splashed into the sea, Alfred swallowed hard. He was dreading what was going to happen next.

Arthur had flung his dagger close enough to Alfred’s face to thinly cut it. Some crimson came dripping out. He bent down close to Alfred’s face meeting it with that same damned grin.

‘Damn him! Damn him! Damn him!’ Was all he could think on repeat in his mind.

He could once again feel his leather-gloved hand on his face. He hated the sensation.

“Now. Who’s going to be a good boy?” He asked patronizingly.

“I don’t know who the fuck you think you’re talking to! “ He tried to rile himself up. Stay strong and play the hero.

Arthur simply rises up slowly. The atmosphere was even more ominous than before. Arthur had pulled out his spellbook and flipped to the spell he was searching for.

Alfred suddenly began to feel lightheaded and dizzy.

‘What the fuck is going on?’ All he could see within his blurred vision was a green glow that emanated beneath his body. Some sparks floated upwards. It felt as though all the veins in his body were being drained of blood. It was all being concentrated to his cock.

“Augh…nnnnn..stop..you-”

Thin strings of light attached themselves to his engorged cock, making him feel a swirl of pleasure and pain. Alfred let out a tormented groan and drew in heavy breaths as he wanted some relief.

Like a twisted puppet master, he tugged at each string slowly to make sure every muscle could feel the tightness controlling it. Alfred’s penis was begging for release but wasn’t able to do so. Between the purity lock gripping his balls, the strings, & needle that expanded within it made it impossible to ejaculate…unless Arthur allowed him to do so.

“So tell me pet….Who’s the jackass?”

Alfred didn’t respond. He didn’t want that pirate to win. He didn’t want to give him any satisfaction.

Arthur moved his pinky finger & Alfred’s man meat closest to the bottom gripped him tighter. A tortured grunt leaves Alfred, but nothing more.

Arthur begins to circle Alfred like a ravenous lion. It is filled with nothing but pride and desire.

He was going to break Alfred down if it was the last thing he did.

“What’s wrong, love?” He says menacingly, wiggling his ring finger, which wasn’t controlling the strings. He could tell that Alfred wasn’t all the way coherent. He aggressively wiggled his ring finger, which had the strings and was a little higher on his penis than the last.

Alfred let out an ear-piercing scream. Some on land could hear him cry out. His breathing became fast-paced once again. His cock was beseeching the sky for release. Arthur’s pace picked up, wondering how much longer it would take for Alfred to break finally.

He proceeded to use his middle finger, raising it to the air. Alfred could feel his pained Johnson rise to meet the command. The pain intensified. All he could do was let out a gasp. He tried to wriggle against his chains but to no avail. It was like being in sleep paralysis. Alfred’s eyes were wide open to bear witness to the sensual torture.

“Will you finally obey me?”

Alfred simply glared at the pirate in response.

Arthur proceeded to move his middle finger around wildly. This caused the middle of Alfred’s dick to move from side to side. This was especially difficult since his dick was distended beyond belief.

Another loud yell came from Alfred’s lungs.

Arthur loved the agony, lust, & desire to have release that mixed in his eyes like a raging sea storm. The rising inclination in his pants soared as high as a seabird taking off from a coast. He let his eyes wander down to the feast that was Alfred’s cock. He licked his lips. He tossed aside his book, hat, and coat aggressively. He lowered himself over Alfred’s body. Arthur looked at him in the eyes. Blue and green clashed.

“Oh, my lovely pet~ let me help you feel okay.” He cooed at him mockingly before he claimed Alfred’s lips. Arthur's aroused cock met with his like two swords. This heightened Arthur’s pleasure. It made him want more. It was nothing in size compared to his. However, this fact excited him more.

Arthur’s tongue was invasive to Alfred, but he couldn’t fight back. He was frozen solid with a schlong that couldn’t have it’s sweet release. After moments of making out, he left Alfred’s lips and began concentrating on his neck. A shiver ran down Alfred’s spine. The amount of force he used with his teeth terrified him of what would happen next. He kissed and bit his way down Alfred’s chiseled body. He occasionally licked one of his wounds or scratches that tasted like lemon juice. He savored it mixed in with the blood.

Alfred’s eyes twitched at the conflicting sensations. He hated how they felt, but he hated it more when a warm and wet tendon playfully tantalized his dick. He wanted to kick him. He wanted to move. He wanted to scream. But he could do none of that because he was Arthur’s plaything.

Arthur’s mouth could only encase the top of Alfred’s cock since he’d become so large. He had fun swirling his tongue around the top of his cock like it was a tasty lollipop. During this, he’s cupped his balls and played with them as if they were marbles.

‘He can get massive. I can’t wait to have more fun with him in my bedroom.’

Arthur’s lips then gripped the tip of Alfred’s cock, and his tongue searched for the needle keeping his seed in. Once it found the needle, his tongue expertly fished it out. He jerked his head back.

Alfred’s cum had spattered everywhere. The stream had used the force of a whale spitting water from its blowhole. Arthur wiped his face from the excessive semen.

He snapped his fingers again, and his crew cleaned up the ordeal.

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OKAY! This is where the other feature begins this is the Cute Chubby Fem! Reader part of the ask. So Enjoy.

Duck had finally settled in, and you’d managed to escape the town you’d lived in, which burned to the ground. The reddish-orange glow in the distance made your heart sink. Everything you loved, everything you knew was being disintegrated into ash. All you could do was cry amidst the screams for help, agony, & despair. You allowed your body, which felt like it had been filled with lead, to be supported by the oak tree that was behind you. You slid down slowly as the copious amount of tears began to flow. Your cries joined the chorus of that of your burning towns. A cacophony of misery.

This was the melody of the malicious pirate who’d sought you out.

“Oh love….are you okay? You didn't need to be with those worthless peasants anyway.” Like what you’d see in a nightmare that’s come true, the tall blonde pirate materialized through the flames.

“No…NO! Please go away!” Your pleas didn’t halt him in his tracks.

“Oh, what’s the matter love? Afraid?” That question was filled with condescension.

He crouched down to get a better view of your face. You quickly looked away, and you weakly shouted out.

“Get. Away!” You began to tremble and hyperventilate some. You didn’t understand why he wouldn’t just leave you alone.

You heard him chuckle darkly in amusement.

“Not going to happen, my dear.” He hoisted you up over his shoulder with ease. He began to head back to his pirate ship, where he’d have his way with you all through the night.

He slammed your heavy body onto the bed. Arthur loved the way your stomach undulated along with his bed. Tears were still spilling from your face. It muddled your vision. All you knew was that you felt the bed shift with his weight being added. You were too paralyzed with fear to move, and he maneuvered himself on top of you.

“Your body is so soft & comfortable Y/N.”

You could only whimper in response. You were confused about how he even knew your name. You turned your head away. You didn’t want to look at the man that had captured you.

“OOOOOOOH love~ don’t look away.” His black-gloved hand reached for your perfectly round face. He looked at you directly in your lovely (eye color) orbs. His hand wiped some of the tears away. He was surprisingly gentle. Arthur began to caress your supple love handles gently. You began to feel the heat from his budding erection on your soft stomach.

Trembling still, you managed to ask….

“Ho…How did you know my name? I’ve never met you before.”

“You used to own that delightful bakery, right? You and your two workers made all the best-baked goods and sweets. I’d watched you for a long time while in disguise ….of course …and” He gripped your sides tighter as if you’d slip away from him in an instant.

“I couldn’t bare to lose you to the men who frequented your shop. They flirted with you and put you in harm's way. I hated how the oogled you like hungry wolves. I hated how they’d stare at your perfectly plump body. I wanted every roll, crevace, & love handle to be mine. All just for me. None of them could treat you as well as I could.”

Arthur took a moment to take in your shocked face as it was filled with confusion & disbelief. Soon, bright red had dusted your face. He adored that look on you. He slowly brought his face closer to yours, and he whispered:

“I should be the only one to have you.” With that, he pulled out his knife and slowly began to cut through your dress and apron. While never breaking eye contact. Arthur begins to kiss you passionately.

At first, it was just his lips pressed against yours, gentle pecks and movements up and down to provoke you into kissing back. It took you a few moments, but you did. You at first, ignored the ripping of the fabric. But then, he began to tremble at his rough touch. You reached to push him away. As you did, he caught your hands and placed them both above your head. He clasped them together with handcuffs.

“Y/N I promise I won’t hurt you, love if you just obey.” It sounded cold, but it was full of care because he truly wanted you & not cause you any harm. But he needed to have his way. You could see the sincerity mixed in with the possession in his bright, verdant eyes.

“O….okay…uh…”

“Arthur…my name is Arthur, love. Now you know what to scream when we make love.”

‘That fabled pirate that I’ve passively heard others gossip about? He…’

“Desires you? Of course, who wouldn’t want a lovely lady such as yourself?” His gloved hand caresses your chin as the other hand rips off the rest of your clothes and tosses them somewhere in the room. Arthur rushes to invade your lips once more. This time, he’s rougher and forces his tongue in. His mouth melds with yours like crashing waves of the sea. All that remained on your body was your bra after a few more minutes of making out and leaving you breathless. He abandoned your mouth with a wet pop! Arthur’s famished eyes now concentrate on the rest of your voluptuous body.

He slowly began to leave a trail of sweet kisses from your chin down to your neck. He ferociously

bites down on your pillowy, soft skin. He loved feasting on your succulent flesh. You let out a few moans from the level of force that he used with his teeth. Arthur left deep bite marks & hickeys all over your neck like a fancy necklace he pillaged from somewhere. He kissed your skin once more once he was done with his first course.

Once Arthur moved down to the only clothes you had left, which was your bra. He eyed it greedily; it prevented him from seeing your beautiful plump breasts. His teeth caught the fabric like a rabid wolf. He ripped it off with such great force you felt one of the clasps scratch your back.

Your blush spread across like a fearsome wildfire.

“Ah!” Your body jerks in surprise at his rough move.

“Y/N it’s okay. Remember, I don’t want to hurt you.” He looked deep int your pools of (eye color) while he had both gloved hands on either side of your face.

Arthur soon moved back to your big boobs he latched onto one of them while he massaged the other forcefully. It wasn’t as comfortable as you would have liked since the leather irritated your skin and began to turn it red.

“Ah ! Arthur, please! Can you please remove your gloves?” He ceases his sucking of your breast to heed your command. He moves his body upwards & once again looks into your eyes.

“You’re right, love; where are my manners?” He sensually bites off his gloves from the index finger, maintaining eye contact with you. He proceeded to briskly remove his clothes so fast that you could feel a breeze. You admired his toned body from his rock-hard abs, firm biceps and legs. You had to admire that he was quite the specimen, especially since he was fully erect and ready. It took him no time at all for him to pounce back into your voluptuous body and straddle you. He put both knees in between your legs and spread them wide. You could feel the heat radiating off his cock. It prodded at your entrance as he got back to work on your huge tits. He sucked on both of them eagerly. When he was working on your second one, you could feel his tongue swirl around your sensitive bud. When he finally unlatched, he kissed & praised your beautiful fat stomach and massaged all of your rolls.

While doing so, his hips & dick were eager to be inside your warmth. It began to rub in between your folds where you’d become slick and wet. He teased you a bit, making perfect circles between your chubby pussy lips. Arthur adored the way it gripped around the tip of his cock. It made his hunger for you intensify. Between his kisses, bites, grabs, massages, & giving you hickeys. His eyes connected with yours as he told you:

“Prepare to scream my name.” He commanded.

He rubbed you down just a little more with his cock before he pulled his hands away from your stomach to reach for your love handles as his bars so he could keep you in place.

Arthur thrusted into you roughly. It felt as though a metal pole had been shoved into your insides.

“Ah!” you let out a shriek. You weren’t prepared for the power behind his opening attack on your core.

“Say” Ram! “My” Shove. “Name.” This time, he thrust harder and deeper into you. His hands had moved to your thick thighs as he didn’t allow himself to pull out even just a little. Arthur infiltrated into you more intensely now, which made your feet curl.

“Ahh! …Ar… Ar…” You couldn’t tell which burned you more intensely and made you sweat more. His beefy schlong or his aggressive but sensual hands that made your thighs perspire profusely. All the passionate sensation made your legs tense up and your toes almost folded within themselves.

“That it love…you’re….” Arthur was beginning to reach his end, and he was becoming speechless. Arthur loved the way your cervix encased his schlong & caressed his balls, trying to sink him in with your love juices & bountiful form.

“Art..Art…ARTHUR!” By the time you were able to yell out his name, he was able to unleash his seed deep within you. He pounded into you a little more until he was able to finally ride out his orgasm. Arthur didn’t really want to pull out because he loved the way your body felt. Arthur rested his head on your bountiful mounds kissed the middle of them, and said:

“I love you, Y/N”

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nurmiiii · 1 year ago

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The image is not mine! here's the link so you can give love to its author: link

These two men old as time 🤍

#hetalia #aph spain #hws spain #aph england #hws england #antonio fernandez carriedo #arthur kirkland #hetalia pirate #pirate england #pirate spain

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zombie91514 · 3 months ago

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england first mate

#doodle #art #hetalia #aph #aph england #arthur kirkland #pirate england #pirate hetalia

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dark-and-kinky-hetalia-scenarios · 1 year ago

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Yandere Pirate England/ British Empire England with a cute little captive nsfw. (I don't know why, but I imagine his little captive is a nation like him)

That is definitely a fun idea, I'll try to stay clear of the politics involved with him capturing a country and just focus on the sexy time stuff, with a little introduction to it because the devil is in the details

1p England/Arthur Kirkland

So I personally think England is at his most yandereish self as an empire, because he wants to own his beloved, he sees them as his belonging

He's technically an empire and a pirate at the same time, because no one can do shit about it and he wants to have fun

Anyways if you manage to capture his attention you're basically fucked because he has so much international control

If you're one of his colonies you don't really have much choice but we're going with you being a none controlled country

(I'll make up a country for use at some point, that will be personified by what you guys want)

You'll be brought onto his pirate ship, and chained to his massive bed, and left there to stew for a while, because he's a sadist and a power hungry asshole, he wants to show you he's in control

England does think he's entitled to you, which makes it very hard to reason with him. Because why should he let his treasure go?

If you resist too much the first time you're going to be chained to the bed with iron chains, because resistance is useless. If you accept it he will use silk to tie you up, because he wants to show you how well you're treated when you submit

There will be a lot of teasing, if he can he wants to make you cry from sexual frustration

You being small and cute only makes you a bigger target because it makes him feel powerful and taller

He'll find your most sensitive spots and stroke them painfully slowly.

He'll circle his fingers in light brushes around your most private areas, never touching completely, but just enough to make arousal shoot through your body like fireworks

His possessive bites will make your stomach curl into a ball and when the sweet relief of your stomach no longer doing acrobatics comes, he will find yet another soft spot to bite

He will drag out the teasing for as long as it takes to make you beg for him and cry in frustration

And when you finally beg he won't even give you what you want, no he wants more, he wants you to swear your mind, body and soul to him, he'll offer to ease the frustration if you swear yourself to him

When you've done that only then will he take you, and he will make sure it's the best fuck you've ever had, or at least he likes to think that

You're going to be treated kind of like a consort/concubine, when you start behaving, which is good but he also expects you to do whatever he asks of you, regardless of what it is.

If you are a good little treasure he might actually stick to just fucking you,

You will get more power the closer you get to him, so pleasing him in the bed is the best way to actually gain influence

Beware tho that you will not be able to leave him for many centuries, because he stays in power for so fucking long, so just acting like you're his perfect little plaything will ensure your survival and good treatment from him

But if you do leave him at his weakest he will be super fucking mad and it will change him for the worse, because he might have tricked himself into thinking you like him. Which of course is a delusion, but shit is going to hit the fan, he will do anything he can to hurt those closest to you or anything that matters to you. He'll be so filled with wrath that he will do anything to make you feel what he feels, which also involves going back to his habit of sleeping around a lot

You will never be truly free, he will torment you forever until you give up or die, either way your most peaceful option is to accept your fate, if you stay with him and act like a submissive and sweet wife, then you will have an easy life, he's very rarely prone to violence towards a significant other and with time he calms down a little and becomes less sadistic, ish.

If things go well he might actually want to marry you and treat you almost like an equal, letting you make decisions that affect you both, etc

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Anyway this got longer than expected with a lot of politics and not as much nsfw stuff I'd planned but hope you like it regardless!

#hetalia #hetalia headcanons #lemon #aph hetalia #1p England #aph england #arthur kirkland #Hetalia lemon #hetalia smut #pirate england #hetalia england

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kostantina · 5 months ago

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Pirate and Pirate Hunter!England

I can't find my post about Pirate Hunter!England, so I'll just post about it again but this time longer. I talked about this on a Discord server, but I also want to share this here on Tumblr. Basically, I thought about England becoming a pirate hunter like Benjamin Hornigold towards the end of the Golden Age of Piracy after he got pardoned for his involvement in piracy. It would be much more interesting if he had recruited some of those he was hunting as pirates because it would then mean he was hunting them for something he caused in the first place. The scenario could be dark, especially if he was enjoying his new job as the pirate hunter and depending on why or how he became a pirate hunter. Did he surrender himself? Was he defeated in battle? Did he get captured? Did he get marooned or shipwrecked and his government officials find him?

Imagine if the officials who captured him didn't know his identity as the personification of their empire and sentenced him to death? Or when they killed him in battle or when they found him dead and yet he came back to life? His revival would reveal his true nature, but they might think he was a malevolent being and burn him at the stake if they didn't know the existence of personifications or Arthur Kirkland, personifying England or Great Britain. His king might have known his activities and ordered for him to be found, so there would be officials who would know about him. But they might not be certain that the person they found was Arthur Kirkland. I imagine he would use an alias and distinguish himself from his appearance and persona as Arthur Kirkland as much as possible. And there might be other pirates who matched the description of his appearance. Also, what if his pirate allies knew he died, either hearing about or witnessing it, and yet for an unknown reason, he was alive? They would be very surprised and horrified to see the man they thought was dead parading around as a pirate hunter, hunting them but not as a ghost. Also, imagine if he rescued some of them from death and yet here he was sending them to death from which he helped them escape. It's poetically ironic. And, if he was not captured by his officials after his temporary death and was taken by his fellow pirates, the other pirates might burn him at the stake because they didn't know and understand what kind of being he was, scaring them. If he managed to survive and they found him before he could escape, who knew what cruel stuff they would do to Arthur to be able to rid of him completely?

I also think someone was bound to notice how odd he was if he spent too much time as a pirate surrounded by the same people. He also probably assumed more than one identity so he could stay as a pirate for a long time. As a non-human being who aged slowly and couldn't die easily, he would step away from piracy long enough for those who knew him to die, retire, or forget him. Then he would come back with a new identity, but he might come across people who knew him as his past identity. To their surprise, he was alive (if he died), looked the same as before, or thought he looked eerily similar to someone they saw or met before. But the pirate from before couldn't possibly be him!

As someone who played Assassins' Creed: Black Flag and enjoyed it very much, I like to think of Woodes Rogers and his men being the ones who captured him in the scenario of his getting captured. Arthur might have or might have not played a part in Rogers' getting imprisoned in Debter's prison. But imagine if he was too stubborn to keep his identity a secret that they killed him to know whether or not he would revive and be revealed as the personification they were looking for. Or they might not even question him and proceed to kill him straight away.

I also thought of Arthur hiding his loot by burying them because he considered the possibility of his capture or his returning to his government's arms, knowing that piracy would not last forever. He didn't want his officials to get their hands on all of what he looted. Of course, he would return to where he hid his loot and not everything he looted was hidden. He might even be kind enough to share his loot with his captors. Or forced to. I also like to think that Arthur helped in establishing the Pirate Republic in Nassau.

I think Arthur would be careful when he was still beginning as a pirate to not bring too much attention to himself and to prevent his inhumane characteristics from being noticed. Like, he would not sought the position of captain at first or another high position among the pirates. But he was having too much fun as a pirate, with the freedom that it gave him, that he couldn't help but seek a higher ranking. As a pirate, he would probably also not avoid attacking ships that came from his empire because doing so could annoy his crew and give them a reason to mutiny against him. However, he could keep the pretence of being a privateer by not attacking British ships, and I read somewhere that Hornigold was reluctant to attack these ships, eventually leading to his facing mutiny from his crew.

#hetalia #hetalia axis powers #hetalia world stars #hws england #aph england #pirate england #pirate hunter england #hetalia headcanons #just edited the words “forced to” in the loot part

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