Hetalia Ships Novels & Stories

The Concordia, Twelve Hundred Years Before The bow of the ship was carved into the shape of a ferocious bare-breasted woman, her sharply pointed vampire teeth displayed by a savage snarl and her twisting hair blowing out around her in exquisite detail. “She is beautiful,” Sigrid exclaimed in awe looking up as their rowboat skirted the boat. “I did not see her… Or was it another ship?” She looked at the other ships anchored in the bay around them. Like ant-trails across the water, the rowboats transporting passengers and supplies wove through the waves to the other vessels.

The twin monks were adroitly turning the junco so the two ships would be broad to broad. Below deck and through the ice embrasures of their damaged hull, Temujin could only partly see the problem. He couldn’t see anything past the bow, only the decoration under it that was a full-body figure of the sea god Watatsumi holding a trident. Nevertheless, he had a sneaky feeling that a white Slayer was protecting the pirate ship with a sort of air barrier.