Pirate!England X Princess!Reader: Mr. Simple II

"Want to come with me, love?"

"Eh? What about my-"

"Don't worry, I'll let your father know~" the tone of his voice had a hint of "bad" plan. 

You've been wanting to get out of your country but you couldn't, your father was opposing. 

"I think it's good for me to have fun for a while right?"

"I like that~" he licked his lips. He tossed you over his shoulder and set sail. 

"Bring me down!" you struggled "I have my own- Oww!" he threw you on the bed. 

"What's up with that?!" you growled 

"Now I'm in my ship, I can do whatever I want" he smirked. 

"Can you close your eyes?" he said. 

"Huh?"

"What? I'm gonna change, Do you want to see my naked body~?" he unbuttoned his shirt. 

"Wha-?!" you looked away with blushing face. He changed his clothes without using a divider or something! 'This guy is such a pervert...' you thought. His pirate clothes fits him more than your brother's clothes, he's muscular, handsome, and... arrogant...  

"__, I'm going to the deck, want to come?" 

"N-No, I'll just stay here" 

"Fine." he locked the door. 

'I hope I can see my brother...' you sighed deeply and looked at the large window. 'I wonder if he's okay...?'  
You were so worried because he never came back, he didn't even leave a letter or bid a proper goodbye or say why he's going to leave. 

You stood up from the bed and roamed around in his cabin, there is corner that you can only see are treasure chests. 'This man is so greedy...' On Arthur's desk, there was an old map, you couldn't read the language there though, so you left it aside and continued looking around. Arthur came back after a while, he stinks of alcohol. 

"Arthur, did you drink?"

"Oh yeah~" his body swayed like Jack Sparrow does. 
'A bad drinker?!'

"Alcohol is bad for your body, don't you know?!" you crossed your arms. 

"What are ya' sayin'~?" he fell on the floor. He spun around "Ah~ it's been a while since I drank this many eh~?" he hiccuped. 

"Ah geez..." You pulled his arms and helped him laid on his bed. 

"I really can't stand drunkards!!!" you shouted in his ear. 

"I can hear ya' just fine without yelling ya' know..." he fell asleep. You adjusted his head and removed his hat. 

'What a guy...'