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---Luciana's pov---

"We patched up some of the damage... But there's still a lot of work we have to do. Though it's starting to look better eh?" Canada spoke. Staring up at the ship known as the black feather. I crossed my arms sighing.
'Fuck my pounding headache...' I rubbed my temples. 'Remind me never to drink again...'
"Yeah it looks much better now!" Alfred commented, as he stared at the partly destroyed pirate ship.
"That British jerk will pay for what he did to our ship right Luci!?" Peter demanded.
"I told you not to call me that!!! But yes... He will... It's a wonder the damn thing didn't sink on the way here though..." I muttered, sighing as another piece of wood fell off into the water.

I looked over at my crew. Canada like usual was wearing a white button up shirt with a dark brown belt, a dagger, black pants and boots.
Peter was wearing his usual sailor outfit.
Alfred, was wearing an outfit similar to Matthew's, except his sleeves were rolled up, and he wore a red handkerchief around his neck. Something about 'cowboys are awesome!' Or some shit like that...

"Well what are we waiting for?" Alfred asked, "let's fix the ship!" He was about to charge and run up to the ship, but you grabbed the handkerchief tightening it around his neck, half choking him.
"Not yet you idiot! We have to get supplies first..." I scowled, glaring daggers at Alfred. He flinched, struggling for air, while Canada gulped.
"Y-y-yes ma'am!!!" Alfred stuttered out.
"Good." I dropped the American, Alfred coughed gasping for air.
"Dude that wasn't cool man!" Alfred pouted.
"Does it look like I give a shit???!!!" I hissed, I was pretty much done with my crew. I know I shouldn't get angry at them, but whatever...

Alfred flinched, stepping back to whisper something to Matthew. "Dude do you think it's THAT time of the month again???" He hissed lowly.
"I-I don't know... She's more angry then she usually is... Maybe..."

I sighed, "I'm surrounded by fucking idiots... Common we're going into town to buy shit to repair our ship. We managed to sack some gold from earlier so we should have enough." I patted the sack of coins that was attached to my belt.
"Right! We'll come with then." Matthew told me.
"Oh no you don't. Someone's gotta stay with the ship."
"Dude the hero will totally-"
"AND ITS NOT GOING TO BE YOU!!!"
"Awe! Why not!?"
"BECAUSE YOU BLEW IT THE FUCK UP!!!"
Peter flinched. "She's scary when she's mad..." He muttered.

"Matthew any Peter you stay with the ship." I ordered, Peter was about to open his mourn to complain, but I spoke before he could. "If you stay with the ship, and you spot England or Prussia, you get to beat them up."
"Hooray!" Sealand cheered happily.

"Dude what about me?" America asked eagerly. "You, get to come with me since I can't trust you to do anything else."
America's gaze instantly saddened. "Awe..." He gave me the puppy eyes.
"Puppy eyes don't do shit, nice try." I spat angrily, stalking off towards the market, grabbing the handkerchief on Alfred's neck and dragging him with me.
'This day is going to be hectic as fuck...' I thought to myself sighing.
'Whatever...'