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With some of England’s magic and an impulsive desire to relive a past memory Arthur and Francis teleport to their pirate days just before a big battle between the two of them which they both remembered quite fondly.
England's younger self had France pinned to the mast with a sword against his throat and seemed to be snarling some insults and the older England grinned as he elbowed France, who had been inspecting the ship, to turn towards the scene.
Their younger selves hadn’t noticed their arrival yet despite there being nobody else on deck that was still able to fight. Never mind the fact that they were both dressed in modern clothing, Arthur in a jumper and Francis in his turtleneck did stand out. They decided to follow the fight and discussion that was currently taking place before making themselves known.
"I can't believe I held an entire monologue with a sword aimed at your neck. Talk about being dramatic" Arthur laughed.
"Indeed, I can't believe I let you. I would have swiped at your legs already," France muttered amused.
Arthur brightened up as he remembered something "Oh right! Wait for it!"
Just then younger France snarled and kicked England's legs so that his sword fell from his hand and they fell on the ground together.
“Yeah, knew it,” Arthur laughed and Francis felt himself smile as well.
They watched as the two young men rolled around the ground a bit, the younger England pulling at the Frenchman’s hair, the other biting the other’s neck.
“You were already into biting back then, my dear?” Arthur grinned.
Francis rolled his eyes, “shut up, you still like to pull my hair.”
“Indeed!” Arthur laughed and it seems like this time the younger nations picked up on the sound.
The younger England looked up from his position on top of younger France and seemed unsure what he was seeing. “Who the bloody hell are you lot?” He yelled making the younger France struggle to look as well.
“Oh, I am you, just older and wiser.” Arthur replied grinning.
His younger self glanced from him to the man next to him which he was standing a little to close to be mere acquaintances.
“And who are you?” The young man asked glaring at the older Frenchman confused. To add to the other’s discomfort Arthur put his arm around Francis’ waist looking expectantly at his partner for what he was about to reply.
“Oh mon cher, you don’t recognise me any more?” and Francis winked and then laughed at the double looks of surprise on both the younger nations.
"What's the meaning of this? Why am I... I mean why are you, who is also me, hanging out with that French frog?”
The Frenchman under him finally kicked the Englishman enough to be able to speak again and said in French, "It doesn’t make sense, if you are me, why are you not helping me get that filthy rossbif of me?"
Older Francis just shrugged, “You’ll grow to like being under each other.” and him and Arthur both laughed again at the horrified look the younger France had on his face. Younger Arthur just looked confused, especially with the now extremely red faced Frenchman currently under him.
“Ah, I forgot I had forgotten French to spite you back in those days” Arthur laughed.
“How petty of you, my dear” Francis rolled his eyes while Arthur’s grin widened as he suddenly got an idea.
“Hey, me!” Older Arthur shouted to his younger self, who was still sitting on France trying to follow the conversation while making sure the other didn’t escape.
“What?” His younger self shouted back annoyed and confused.
“You should try doing this with him instead!” and with that Arthur grabbed Francis by the coat kissing him till his knees got weak and gave out under him. They fell to the floor, Francis under Arthur, with the latter moving onto his neck making sure to leave some marks. “Ah, Arthur stop.” Francis said slightly embarrassed but not really doing anything to push the Englishman off him. It was only when Francis moaned his name loud enough for the two other nations to hear that he stopped his ministrations.
Arthur stood up, enjoying the sight of his ravished lover staring up at him slightly annoyed but with a nice flush and satisfied smile on his face. He turned towards their younger selves again and started laughing really hard.
Younger Francis and Arthur were both bright red in the face mouth wide open and eyes wide. Not quite believing what they had just seen.
“W-what the bloody hell” the younger Arthur managed.
“You know you want to, wait... better! I know you want to.” Older Arthur smirked. “And you too Francis!” he added as an afterthought.
It was a true delight to watch the two younger nations scramble away from each other, red faced and looking at the other with a mix of disgust but also a hint of curiosity.
Arthur turned towards his companion “Look Francis, this is the start of something beautiful, just a couple of centuries before it should actually have taken place!”
“You are such a romantic” Francis laughed.
And with that the two of them returned to their own timeline.