You woke up in a bed. Warm blankets were wrapped tightly around you and you hiked up the quilts, about to doze off again, when you noticed the fine quality of the blankets. Yours at home were made of scratchy, stuffy wool, but these were made of something softer. Like cotton, but thicker.
A door to your right opened and you squeezed your eyes shut, feigning sleep as whoever stood in the hall made their way into your room. You felt gentle hands brush the sweaty hairs off of your forehead and unravel what felt like bandages from your head. The same hands pressed warm water to your temples, wiping something stubborn off.
When the hands left again you cracked your eyes open and looked at the damp rags that were stained red with fresh blood. Anger flooded into your veins, the damn pirate had made you bleed!
Your nails dug into your palms, cutting the tender flesh, as you tried to restrain your anger. The large figure loomed back into your line of sight and you snapped your eyes shut again.
A woman's voice sang gently as the soft hands pressed a cool washcloth to your forehead before re-wrapping the bandages.
You were beginning to realize that you had nothing to fear from these hands. This person wouldn't harm you, and so you began to relax against the mattress below you again.
The humming stopped and the hands seised moving. You heard a quiet whisper, "Are you awake, dear?"
Guiltily, you fluttered your eyes open and took in the appearance of the woman in front of you. She smiled, her round cheeks lifting merrily, and relief flooded into her blue eyes. Her short, blonde hair was held back by a thick blue ribbon, though her bangs had escaped from the ribbon and were brushed messily across her forehead. She was wearing a long-sleeved white blouse and had a light blue skirt that hung down to her feet.
"It's a very good thing that you woke up, I was getting scared!" the busty woman grinned down at you. You were about to open your mouth to respond when a man shouted from somewhere else that the room you were in.
"Katyusha?" he called.
Her blue eyes widened in surprize and she turned to face the door, "I'm in the guest room, brother!"
You heard heavy footsteps walk up a set of stairs and suddenly a very large, very tall man was standing before you. His light blonde hair hung over his violet eyes and he smiled lightly at you. "So, Arthur's little pet has woken up? This is good, da?"
For some reason, the man was making you nervous. Katyusha must've noticed your shaking because she firmly held your hand to reassure you of your safety.
She smiled the same, motherly smile, as she looked at her brother, "Yes, Ivan, she's awake." Her blue eyes turned to face you, "Your name is (F/n), right?"
Hesitantly, you tore your (e/c) gaze from the tall man in the doorway and looked at Katyusha. You nodded, causing a wide grin to spread on her face. She looked back over at her brother and asked him if Arthur was still downstairs.
Ivan disappeared for a moment and the shouts of many men were barely heard in your room. When he entered the room again, the tall blonde shook his head. "Nyet. He has gone out to visit our friend."
Just then, another burst of noise came from the men downstairs, along with a clear shout of, "Ivan's looking for you upstairs!"
The form of the pirate from earlier appeared in the doorway. You saw him smirk as he approached. "Hello love."
For a second the only thing in your mind a to run, it was a fight or flight instinct, but then, after looking at his smug little face, you decided to go with fight.
Jumping out of the bed, you nearly made it to the man before feeling a shooting pain in your right ankle and falling to the ground. Or you would've, had it not been for the British pirate to catch you under your arms.
"Let go of me!" you growled at him. Your (e/c) had a glare strong enough to bore hole in a person's head and he simply laughed at you. He hoisted you up higher in his arms, which caused your shoulder to scream out in pain. Trying to contain a shout, you winced and jerked your shoulder away from him, resulting in more pain. Your eyes were squeezed shut and you were biting the inside of your cheek hard enough to draw blood by the time he suspected something was wrong.
His grip changed, he held you gingerly as he lowered the two of you to the ground. "Love?" he murmured softly. His green eyes looked up at the Russian woman who was caring for you with confusion.
The woman looked shocked, and concerned. She approached the two of you and gently laid a hand on your other shoulder. "Let me see, dear," she whispered, tugging on the light fabric of your shirt.
You muttered in protest, shoving both Arthur and Katyusha off with your good arm, until the other man, Ivan, placed a heavy hand on that shoulder. The weight of the new hand shocked you just enough for Arthur to wrap his arms firmly around your waist and pull you into his lap.
"(F/n)," he said sternly, easing the shirt up your stomach, "Let us help you."
Glancing fearfully up at the tall Russian man towering over you, you remained still and let Arthur tug the shirt over your head. Once the soft fabric was off of your torso, Katyusha knelt down before you and placed a warm hand on you pectoral muscle where it had turned a nasty shade of purple and swollen greatly.
Katyusha pulled back at the sight of it with a quiet gasp of "Oh my." Her blue eyes darted between you and Arthur, fearful for a second. But not for herself. She was afraid for you. "This- this is going to hurt," she warned with an apologetic look before roughly grabbing the joint and pushing it where it had slipped from it's socket.
A wild yell of pain tore through your throat and you tried to pull away from the woman. Arthur held you tight, pinning your arms to your side while holding you still in his lap. His grip tightened the more you struggled, and, by the time Katyusha pulled away, you were exhausted by your fruitless struggle. Sobs racked your body and the pirate buried his nose in your hair, trying to relax himself as much as you.
"Hush, love, hush," he muttered, his heavy breaths tickling the back of your neck. You had no energy to struggle and he loosened his grip, sensing your lose of fight. He shifted you slightly so he was cradling you close to his chest. Warm hands stroked your hair and soft lips pressed gently against your forehead just before you slipped into darkness again with one question bouncing through your head.
Just who was this gentleman pirate?