Hello it’s late, like 12:12 am at the moment im writing this lol
But I spent all day deciding whether or not to post this . @koolkat9 saw some nice (ugly ) hats and so i drew the boys in it. Also not anatomically correct, nor perfect lines
(Idk whether or not to post the photo of the hats since it aint my photo so i wont, but you can guess they’re country hats based on what Germany and England are wearing)
So I’m in Frankenmuth right now. For those who don’t know it’s a town in the US heavily influenced by Bavarian culture. Anyway, I found this:
And all I can think of is Francis getting something like this for Arthur when Ludwig and Arthur get married. Arthur says he hates it because it’s so cheesy, but he keeps it anyway
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@nsfhetalia I know you are in the middle of moving over to a new blog, but I know you do boosts so I figured I’d @ you. No pressure to do it though!
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Author’s Note: This is based in my au for “In the Deep” which is a multi-chapter GerEng fic I’m working on. You don’t have to read that to understand this fic, but it would be nice if you checked it out.
It’s Nice to Meet You
Alfred would never get tired of the smell of the salt and the cool breeze in his hair. When he had joined Captain Kirkland’s crew five years ago, he had done it out of necessity. It was either life as a cabin boy or life as a street urchin, and only one of those offered the security of food and shelter. But now, at eighteen, Alfred couldn’t imagine his life in any other way.
He was enjoying his break with his brother Matthew at the front of the ship, watching the waves and rocks go by when something caught his eye. On a distant rock, a figure laid motionless. Unfortunately, it was too far to see what exactly it was, so Alfred quickly pulled out his telescope. “Something’s up ahead,” Alfred called to Matthew as he tried to focus the lens.
“What is it?” Matthew asked.
“Not sure…Give me a sec.”
As the rock came into focus, Alfred could make out what appeared to be a human figure bleeding out. But it wasn’t human. Where there should have been legs, there was a long, sparkling fishtail.
“Get Captain,” he said sharply.
“Wha–”
“Get Captain now. There’s an injured mermaid up ahead.”
Without any more questions, Matthew rushed to the back of the ship.
—
“Is he alive?” Alfred asked as Ludwig climbed down onto the rock.
“He’s breathing,” Ludwig noted.
Alfred had been ansty since he told Matthew to get the captain. Captain Kirkland and his merman fiance Ludwig were quick to jump into action as soon as they were notified. Alfred and Matthew watched as Ludwig spoke to the unconscious merman in his native language of clicks and squeaks only to fail in waking him up. “He’s out cold,” Ludwig sighed.
“Bring him on the ship love, and we’ll tend to those wounds,” Captain Kirkland interjected as he arrived on the scene.
Ludwig nodded before carefully picking the injured merman up and climbing back onto the ship. “Alfred, go collect some wet towels to keep him hydrated, and Matthew, go assist the medic.”
Both the boys saluted their captain before rushing off to do their duty.
—
The merman would remain asleep for days. Captain Kirkland had assured Alfred that it was for the best so his body could heal, but Alfred couldn’t help but worry. He was the one to first spot the merman, so he felt it was his responsibility to look after him now. He had stayed by the merman’s bedside since he was first moved into the infirmary room, ensuring that he was kept hydrated. Luckily with their medic Yao and Ludwig’s knowledge of merfolk anatomy, it looked as though the merman would be fine as long as they kept wet towels on him.
On the third or fourth day (Alfred had lost count), the merman finally began to stir. His eyes shot open revealing a cloudy blue which quickly became panicked as he noticed where he was.
“Hey there,” Alfred said with a wave, only for the merman to attempt and bite him after his hand got too close. “Geez. Hey, hey. I’m not going to–would you quit that–I’m not going to hurt you.” But regardless of Alfred’s attempts to assure the merman, the creature just kept biting and thrashing, unable to run due to his injury. His tale became legs as he attempted to kick Alfred. Trying to avoid the sharp teeth and kicking legs, Alfred tripped over his chair and crashed to the floor.
That was when Captain Kirkland and Ludwig stormed in. “What’s with all that racket boy?” the captain hissed. His disposition immediately softened when he saw the scene in front of him: The merman pressed as close to the headboard of the bed as he could be and Alfred scraping himself up from the floor. “Ludwig?”
“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it,” Ludwig sighed, “Alfred wait outside with Arthur.”
“But–”
“Come on lad,” Arthur urged, patting the boy on the shoulder, “We don’t want to stress him even more.”
“Fine…”
Ludwig emerged a few minutes later, exhausted and slightly pale. “I got him to calm down,“ he explained, “But I need to get to water. Alfred, can you watch him?”
“Of course.”
“Just don’t push him too much. Most of us don’t take too kindly to humans.”
“Don’t worry Ludwig. I’ve got this.”
Ludwig gave him a weary look before Captain Kirkland began leading him towards the upper. It was just Alfred and the merman now.
“H-Hey there,” Alfred greeted as he entered the room. The merman just glared at him, his long unkempt hair making him appear larger and more intimidating. “Imma just sit right over here just in case you need anything.”
They lapsed into silence, with the merman staring daggers into the cabin boy across from him. If Alfred didn’t like silence before, he definitely didn’t like it when he was getting a killer glare from a creature that could very well bite his arm off. “S-S-So…What’s your name?” Alfred asked, trying to make small talk.
There was no reply.
“Well mine is Alfred, but most just call me Al. Your scales are really pretty by the way. Never seen that kind of colour before. Like bluish-green? I’ve always loved blue…” And so, to fill the silence and keep himself calm, Alfred rambled on, jumping from topic to topic. As he talked, he managed to find some paper and thus began to craft flowers to keep his hands busy.
“What are you doing?” the mermaid finally asked.
“Oh, this?” Alfred lifted up the half-made paper stem. Just a little craft the Captain used to do, and that I picked up on. Flowers don’t last long to decorate the ship so we’ve learned to make some to liven up our living quarters a bit.” Alfred grabbed a spare vase that had been leftover from the last time the small medic bay was used. He placed his creations inside. “Can I put this on your bedside table?”
The mermaid was silent for a moment before finally nodding and letting Alfred approach. “I’ve never seen land flowers before,” The merman whispered, his eyes on the vase instead of Alfred.
“Really? Well, these are roses. Captain’s favorite and mine too!”
The merman’s gaze softened ever so slightly as he reached out to touch the paper petals. “They aren’t as soft or as pretty as the real thing,” Alfred explained, “But they do fine.”
“So are you guys kidnapping me?”
“What?”
“Are you going to take me to land as a freakshow? Or are you going to sell me off to some poachers?”
“No way. We haven’t even moved from where we found you. Once your injury heals enough you’ll be good to go. Didn’t Ludwig explain this to you?”
“Yes but–”
“Well if you don’t believe Ludwig I take it you won’t believe me whatever I say. Wait! I can show you if you want. But you probably can’t stand on your own. If you’re comfortable I can help you over to the window.”
The merman’s lips pursed as he thought it over. “Fine,” he agreed with a sigh.
Alfred offered him his hand and pulled the merman up. The merman stumbled slightly, but luckily Alfred was there to break his fall. “Th-Thank you,” The merman mumbled.
“Don’t mention it,” Alfred beamed.
Together the two made their way over to the window. Just as Alfred had said, the rock they had found the merman on was still right beside them.
“You don’t have to worry about us,” Alfred assured him, “Captain wouldn’t let any harm come to any of you seafolk. He fell in love with one after all. Plus it’s just the right thing to do.“
“Right thing to do huh?”
“Oh you’re probably hungry,” Alfred exclaimed, not having heard what the merman said.
“I-I guess.”
Alfred helped the merman back over to the bed and sat him down.
“I’ll go get you something to eat,” Alfred said, “You just rest.”
The merman watched as Alfred made his way to the door. “Tolys,” he murmured just before Alfred headed out.
“Huh?”
“My name…Humans call me Tolys.”
“Oh!” Alfred smiled wide. “Well, it’s nice to meet you, Tolys.”
