Pirate!EnglandxReaderxPirate!Spain

Arthur surveyed the seas, watching the horizon. The sun lifted up slowly, making the clouds burst with different hues of orange and pink. He sighed and gave a small smile.
"Cap'n! What 're you doing out here so early?" The man looked back at you and shook his head.
"Couldn't sleep." He adjusted his hat and sighed heavily. "Might as well be ready for the day then, am I right?" You snaked your arms around his waist and nuzzled into his neck, taking in the warmth that was your lover.
Arthur gave you a small peck on the lips and put his arm around you, bringing you to his side.
"Well, love; it seems that this day will be a calm one. Little clouds in the sky, calm waves, and freshness about the air. I'd say the sea is on our side today." You nodded and patted his chest.
"C'mon, Arthur, ya need some breakfast or yer gonna be faint." He laughed heartily and looked at you lovingly.
"Alright, _______. Let's eat."

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The day was getting warm and the crew was lazy. Not much to do around the ship. Days like this were great for relaxing and admiring the beauty they sailed each day.
You and Arthur were having your own bit of fun back in your cabin, though.
"A-ah! Arthur." You groaned as he kissed your neck. He started to unbutton that pesky shirt of yours. He trailed his lips down further to the space between your breasts.
"Oh, _______...I love you so much," Arthur said huskily. You gasped as he pulled down one shoulder of your garment and started to play with your bosom. Your fingers curled into his mop of hair.
"I love you too." He was about to pull off the rest of your shirt when there was a great commotion from above. Arthur lifted his head, silently listening to the noises and shouts from the deck.
"Stay here, love." The Captain put his red and gold jacket on and placed his flamboyant hat over his blonde locks. He left the cabin and walked up the stairs, only to meet a terrifying sight.
An enemy ship.
The other ship was parallel to theirs and the enemy crew was readying to board your ship. Arthur would have none of this. He started barking orders to the crew. But no matter how fast they were working, the other ship was boarding theirs. Arthur drew his sword and was ready to take on the foe.
"Oi, Captain Kirkland! Mi amigo." Arthur's eyes were trained on the Spanish Captain. He stepped onto the deck, grinning from ear to ear.
"How have you been, my British friend? I have not seen you in quite some time." Arthur grit his teeth.
"And for good reason, too." He retorted. The Spaniard put a hand over his heart and winced.
"That hurts mi amigo." He grinned and continued. "I have come to finish a long forgotten battle. You remember Francis, si?" Arthur scoffed.
"Please, Antonio, he was a weak frog that didn't stand a chance." Antonio shook his head.
"But, I am here to avenge my good friend. He is still broken about losing to you, so I've come to settle the score."
The Briton narrowed his eyes. "But this is not between us; this is between me and that coward Frenchman." Arthur twirled his sword, bored with talk. "Why don't you go back to your country and terrorized some peasants or something. I've had quite enough of this chatter." Antonio waggled his finger and laughed.
"No, no, no, Arturo. I have come for a fight, and a fight is what I will get." He drew his sword and pointed it at Arthur.
"Come at me, Kirkland."
Arthur lifted his sword and smirked cockily. "So be it you damn Spaniard."

What was taking Arthur so long? You heard fighting going on above you. You wanted to do something, but in battle you were absolutely useless. Then, it all stopped. There was an eerie silence, followed by the thumping of boots coming down the stairs. You scooted yourself against the wall and pulling up your shirt, watching the door.
It opened, revealing a tall dark man with green eyes and dark, silky brown hair.
"Hello, girl." You scrutinized the stranger, wanting desperately for him to be gone.
"Where is Arthur?" You asked cautiously. The man laughed softly and started to approach you, his presence making you slightly uncomfortable.
"I have taken care of him." Your eyes widened and you stood abruptly.
"What did you do to Arthur!? So help me I'll—" His hand clamped over your mouth and a wide grin broke out onto his face. "I like you~ I think I'll keep you."
And with that you were throw over this man's shoulder. You pounded his back and kicked your feet, feeling your feet hit his chest. He effortlessly carried you up the stairs onto the deck. Everything was a blur to you except for Arthur, lying on the wood, panting and watching this stranger take you away.
"Arthur! Arthur get up! No you won't die, I swear! I will come back!" Your love reached his arm out to you, as if to grasp you and hold you in his arms. You watched his image fleet. The next you knew you were on the boat of this illicit man who had so easily ripped you away from the one you love.
"Who do you think you are?" You screamed, pounding his back once more. He threw you off his shoulder and onto his cot. The man smiled mockingly and sat back in a chair.
"I am Antonio Carriedo Fernandez. Captain to you." He said matter-of-factly.
You spit at his shoes and growled out, "To me, you are scum. Dirt on the bottom of my boot, you bastard!" He tsked you and leaned forward, taking your chin in his hand. He held you tightly, glaring into your [e/c] eyes.
"I should punish you for that. No one talks to me in such a way. I kill people like you." He looked you up and down, pausing on your chest and lips. "But you are lucky enough to have my mercy." He pushed you over and climbs atop of you. His eyes showed an animal-like hunger.
"What do you call me?" he asked, holding your head in place, close to crushing your jaw.
"C-Captain..." you hissed. Antonio smiled.
"There we go~ Now was that so hard, chica?" You scowled at him, making your disgust obvious.
He released his grip and started to open your shirt. You fought against him, earning a stinging blow to the cheek. He removed your shirt and used it to tie you to the iron headboard. You struggled and squirmed beneath him.
I'm not really into foreplay, so let's say we get this done with." You stared at him, wide eyes full of shock.

You felt a hand shake you in consciousness. You squinted and batted at the hand lazily.
"Arthur, I'm not in the mood. Go 'way." You turned over and snuggled into the warm blankets. The hand shook you again, irritating you greatly.
"What do you want?" you asked, sitting up and glaring at your offender. Your eyes widened. Captain Antonio stood before you, shirtless and grinning. You looked down and saw your naked body, wrapping the sheets around you in embarrassment. "Wh-what—"
"I hope you enjoyed last night. You seemed to be very pleased with my work." You stared in absolute repulsion as he talked about the affair of the previous night.
"Take me back to Arthur, you slimy bastard!" Antonio laughed lightly and took your face in his hand.
"But mi amour, why would I do that? I enjoyed our time together greatly." His lips met yours and you pushed him away immediately.
"You are not my love! Arthur is and I want you to take me back to him right now!"
His look was menacing, but you held your ground. "If he wants you back, he'll come and get you." He said quietly. "For now, you are mine."

It had been two and half weeks since you were captured by Captain Antonio. He was kind to you in exchange for intimate meetings with him; not like you had much choice in this situation. You were gazing out at the sea. It reminded you of Arthur and how he would watch the sun say goodbye with you each night. You were so lost in thought that you did not notice the ship approaching you.
"______! Watch out!" Antonio pulled you backwards all of a sudden when a man came swinging over to your boat. It was Arthur! His crew soon followed and the Spaniard's crew was fighting them. You felt Antonio's grip tighten on your shoulders as Arthur held out his sword.
"Give me her, now." He snarled. The man behind you laughed and held out his sword towards the Briton.
"Guess you can't touch me if I use her to my advantage." Arthur frowned and his sword dropped a bit. He shook his head and pulled his gun swiftly out of his holster with the free hand and shot at Antonio's foot. He jumped back, yelping in pain.
You ran over to Arthur and embraced him. Arthur kissed your hair and watched the Captain seethe in pain.
"What will you do now, Antonio?" Said man drew his gun and aimed it at Arthur. Captain Kirkland pointed his as well.
Two gunshots fired.