So i recently got into The Pirate Queen, and I heard this one song that I thought it would fit perfectly with a Fem!England. Especially considering he was a pirate, and so why not the female version too? And this song is so inspirational to me considering I'm a girl and my guy friends usually push me down because of it...but yeah! Here we go!

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England glared at the other guys, glaring.

"I was a pirate too." She reminded them.

"Not a very good one." Spain smiled sheepishly.

"...I personally burned down 73 of your ships."

"..."

"You constantly cried at the sight of me."

"..."

"I chopped off your head once."

"Well you still weren't a good one because-" Portugal began.

"Because I'm a girl?" She finished.

The meeting was quiet. They stared at England, wanting to see what she would do.

"Funny how not having a dick means you're less superior than someone who does." She growled.

Prussia gave a large, dramatic sigh.

"England, we're not resorting back to those unawesome methods." He scolded.

She turned her head slightly to look at him. The other girls watched in anticipation. England was a legend between them, she was the only to have single-handedly defeat most (while Hungary only has a few) of the male countries in battle, face to face. She wrestled Russia to the ground once, something neither Belarus or Ukraine can say the same. She and Hungary were admired for fighting with the big boys, but the two constantly tried to remind the other girls of the wars they had fought that were won. (They didn't like feeling superior to their friends, it makes them think that they're bring them down.)

She slowly got up, maintaining eye contact with the Germanian descendant. "Fight me."

"I'm not going to-"

"Fight me Prussia." She stared at him, her eyes unforgiving.

It was no secret to her that she was the "little sister" of most of these guys. Prussia, Spain, France, Portugal, Netherlands, her own brothers, because she was younger than them all. At times they treated her like a child (she knew what America felt like then) and she was sick of it.

No, there is nothing wrong with being a woman, but it was wrong of them to look down on her because she is one. She has a long history of people in her own government looking down on her due to her gender, and she loathes it. Once and for all, she wants to prove to the world a woman is just as good is a man, one person having a dick is not what makes them superior.

"Sure. When do we-"

The dagger lodged into the wall behind him. Considering he was sitting at the table, that was impressive. England had one foot on the table, the other on her chair. Her dress swayed a bit, showing the daggers strapped her her thighs, along with some dress shorts.

"That was amazing." Belarus looked at her in awe.

Prussia passed out. The dagger had lightly grazed his ear, a small bead of blood coming out. Germany shook his head and dumped water in his face, making him wake up. England looked at him expectantly. He shook his head, lowering it. He admitted defeat.

"Who's next?" She looked at the other pirates. Portugal got up, but the poor guy didn't last. England was by him immediately. He tried to jump on her but she slid out of the way, making him land on the floor. She grabbed his hands and kept them behind his back, using his tie as a rope.

She noticed Spain sneaking up on her and she got Portugal up and threw him onto his younger brother.

She looked over at Netherlands, who shook his head. She shrugged, and nodded.

Looking over to France, she saw he took out a sword.

"Where did you get that from?"

"You do not need to know that."

"Alright."

She reached into her boot and pulled out a dagger. France laughed.

"You're going to fight moi with a small dagger?"

She pushed a button and it lengthened into a sword.

"You were saying?"

The girls looked at the dagger in awe.

"How much?" Hungary asked.

"Not for sale, sorry."

"Shame."

England attacked first, and France had no time to block as she disarmed him and kicked him down, holding the tip downwards, close to his neck.

"Say it." She looked at him. Her green eyes had a vibe in them that scared a few countries, notably the vikings.

France swallowed his pride and sighed. "Mordre la poussière." He recited.

England returned the dagger to her boot and stuck out her hand. France took it and stood up.

She calmly went back to her seat, a certain bounce in her step. She hummed and looked over at Portugal and Spain, both who were pouting.

"Just like old times." She heard Portugal sigh.

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England was home alone, scrolling through her laptop since she had finished her work. Her playlist was going and a certain song made her stop and smile. She sang along to it remembering her past.

"Woman I am born
What does "woman" mean?
Must my dreams face scorn
Held back and unseen
If I long for fire
Must it stay unreal?
Can I not desire?
Am I not to feel?
If I ache to taste
Am I not to try?
If my heart says sail
Why should I deny?
I have my dreams
I have made plans
I see horizons wide as a man's
Must I be nothing till I'm some man's wife?
Look at this face
Does it deceive?
Do I look made to milk and to weave?
I will be damned to Hell if that is my life!
I'm almost your age,I'm your match in size,I'm as skilled with swords
And equal in most eyes
But when you have a dream
And you're caught in its grip
You can climb aboard a ship
You can -You can for you're a man!
You can reach toward that place
Where the earth meets the sky
Fight a battle be brave, be true
If you can do it, why not I?
I'm meant to fly
Sail unrestrained
Why is man free and woman chained?
Is that my epitaph before I die?
I should be free
Free to be Grace
So I can feel the wind on my face!
And when life beckons, I should go
Face out the storm, not stay below
Am I to be just woman? No! Not I!"

She smiled.

She was a woman, and that's what made her powerful.