//Okay, something I need to say just before I start this chapter. Jess pointed this out to me, so I'd like to say that Oliver is not 2P England, though he is a Hetalia character.

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Just because I made my own decision doesn't mean you should punish someone else for it too.

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Anger, borderline hatred boiled in my eyes.

He had demanded it like it was special, but he wore it carelessly as if it was nothing.

Most likely he just wanted something valuable to show off.

It was a small little thing, at first glance unimportant. A thick circle of silver with a blue gem- a real diamond- that glinted in the sun, or, alternatively, shone in the rain.

My mother told me that one day, I had just returned home with the necklace dangling from my neck. I hadn't let anyone touch it, I started to tear up when my parents tried to take it from me.

The only time I took it off was to sleep, fearing that it would strangle me if I didn't.

Soon, it became routine to slip it on in a morning before happily running downstairs to the kitchen.

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My neck still felt cold where the necklace no longer rested.

I wanted it back.

I was about to join the fight when a rough hand grabbed my wrist, and pulled me back.

Rope bound around my wrists, tying them together tightly.

In anger, fueled by the hate for the captain I hardly knew, I whipped my head around to face whoever dared tie me up.

The captain of our ship stood behind me, with Oliver- who was in a similar state to mine.

He smiled. An evil sort of smile, something that made me shiver and forget my anger.

And with a sly grin, he dragged us both to the edge of the deck, on the side of the ship Arthur was attacking.

"I heard a little rumor," the captain spoke. I could hear the smirk in his voice; the venom. "That you two were going to be abandoning ship to join Kirkland."

All the fighting was continuing around us- the cannon shots, the storm and the shouts. The waves crashed against the hull, as if the sea was putting up her own fight.

If the captain let go, or if the boat rocked this way in even the slightest, Oliver and I would fall to our sure deaths.

"It as considered," I spat out the words with hate. "He seems a better man than you."

With a growl, he pushed me further off the edge, Seawater splashed on my face, reaching up to the deck in the storm, and I closed my eyes tight to stop it from getting in my eyes.

"Well then," he hissed. I could fill his breath on the back of my neck. "If that's the ship you'd rather be on, good luck getting there."

The vile captain let go of the back of my shirt, and I slipped of the deck, and over the balustrade. I hit the water with a splash, something that probably went as unnoticed as the recent ordeal.

Another one followed not too long afterward.

Oliver.

Without a single thought of my own well being, I saw in the direction of the splash. Waves crashed over me, pulling me under for only brief moments and forcing ice cold water down my throat and into my lungs. I didn't know right from left; up from down.

I was going to drown. My life would end with me helplessly flailing around in a stormy ocean.

Apart from the waves thrashing around me, I heard something different. Yelling.

Not from the ships.

Even more frantically, I tried to swim to where I thought it was coming from.

"Oli-"

Cold saltwater filled my lungs. I broke out coughing. It would be no use shouting.

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Was there any use in trying?