I do not own anything in this story minus the storyline. Characters may be a little ooc because I'm not that good a writer. Everything but the storyline belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya. Not me.
Romano allowed his lips to twitch upward somewhat, listening to the cheerful humming of Spain in the kitchen, resonating between singing a few Spanish choruses every now and then and humming the rest.
Romano looked downward at the bowl in his lap before he finished off the cereal and headed to the kitchen and put the milky bowl in the sink. "Ah~ here, I can do that, Roma~" He heard the cheery Spaniard say happily behind him but payed it no mind as he cleaned his own bowl.
He soaked the bowl, rinsing off the milk and everything else in it in the sink before putting soap in it, scrubbing it, rinsing it again and drying it. He looked and saw Spain watching him with a bemused shocked face. "What? You think I can't do my own fucking dishes every now and then, you tomato bastard?"
Romano asked, angrily, as he put the–now clean–bowl away. Spain held his hands up defensively. "No, not at all, Roma! ~ Just surprised me." He said. Romano gave him a deadpanned look before the sound of someone knocking on the front door interrupted. Spain grinned. "I'll get it! ~" He cheered happily.
If Romano wasn't so sure, he'd swear Spain fucking Skipped to the door. Romano begrudgingly followed the way-too-happy Spaniard. Spain put his hand on the door handle and opened it, when Romano peeked through the crack between the door and the doorframe, he probably, if hysterical about the visitors, could have had a heart attack or worse.
As Spain fully opened the door, he tilted his head a bit and looked to the side to see Romano hiding behind him, just barely peeking by his side at the visitors before Spain looked at them and grinned. "Ah~ Hola, Mi amigos Francisco et la Gilbert! ~" He said happily. "Come in." He said, as he stepped to the side, Romano decided to run upstairs. Spain looked and watched Romano run while his two friends came inside.
"Do not worry about him, Mon Ami. He's probably just very angry about something." His friend said. He looked at the duo. "But amigos, he wasn't angry before I opened the door!" The oblivious Spaniard said. "..." The uncomfortable silence filled the room before the blonde looked at his albino friend.
"…If he wasn't mad, then he still hates us and is probably scared of me." The blonde said. Spain nodded. "Probably… Maybe I should go see if he's okay..." He said quietly. "Nah, he'll be fine, come on, 'Tonio! Ve're gonna have an awesome day vith vine an' beer here at your place!" His albino friend said.
"Oui. I brought the wine, Gil brought the beer." The blonde said. Spain only just now, had realized they did, indeed, bring wine and beer. Prussia holding a bottle of beer, France holding a bottle of wine. "Let's get started, kesesesese…" Said Prussia. Spain grinned a little bit, happy to have such crazily amusing friends.
As the hours wore on, Spain and his friends got more and drunk on wine while Romano ignored their constant laughing while he kept drawing and painting. At around seven at night, Romano left his room to get something to eat. He quietly snuck downstairs, hearing the sort of loud laughter from the trio.
He had quite high hopes he could sneak past. That is, until he passed they're table and France called him out. "Hello Romano! ~ How's your night going?" He asked. Romano mentally cursed and scowled at them, hiding his fear of speaking to France. "Since when do you Bastardi care?"
Spain blinked and frowned a bit. "Roma, even if you don't like them, they're guests. Be nice." He scolded. Romano lowered his head and growled. "You always pick everyone but me, Spagna…" Spain blinked and his eyes widen a bit once he figured out what the Italian had said.
He opened his mouth but Romano ran into the kitchen, ignoring the sounds of the Spaniard hollering his name. He looked back once before running to the door of the kitchen, yanking it open and running outside. He at least closed the door after he got outside. Romano looked around in the dark of the night. It was completely clear, he could see the stars.
He winced a bit, putting his hand over his chest as his heart started to race but he didn't know why. He glanced back and saw the door open slightly so he started running toward the street, ignoring the frantic voice the Spaniard shouting his name. He even heard him yell Lo siento. Romano didn't stop though.
He ran across the street and down the sidewalk, trying his best to ignore the Spaniard. He stopped after a while, possibly a few minutes, fifteen maybe, looking back and seeing nothing. He felt his cheeks heat up and his eyes water. He didn't usually cry, but seeing that Spain had given up so easily hurt.
If it were his pirate days, he would've been chasing him and wounding anyone that got in his way to catch up to Romano. Romano took a deep breath and started walking along the sidewalk, wiping at his eyes. It was hard to see in the dark. He glanced around, seeing nothing but black. He continued walking for quite awhile.
He could hardly feel his legs anymore later, but he kept going. He couldn't stand to be around Spain, France or Prussia right now. Especially when they were drunk.
He jumped at the sound of shuffling behind him. He glanced behind him but saw nothing. He looked where he was going and started sort of jog-running instead and heard another sound behind him that made him start running. He ran to the other side of the sidewalk and kept running.
He looked ahead and he saw a figure. He started walking instead, once he was beside the figure he sped up a little then stopped. He looked and noticed it was a man, but this man had also stopped and was looking at him. Romano's eyes widen as he glanced the way he was going then back at the man.
The man frowned. He looked like a pirate. He had the brownish reddish hat, dark brown, almost black boots, and dark brown pants, long red jacket opened up showing a perfectly white shirt and a red sash and so on. What caught Romano's attention was the large axe he was hanging onto, slung over his shoulder.
Two sheaths on each of his sides. Both had swords. To say he was just a little scared would be an understatement. He would kill the young Italian should he make the wrong move, Romano was quite terrified that he would die at the hands of one he could have called friend.
He put his hand on the hilt of the sword at his right and Romano shuddered. "N-Now, Toni… D-Don't do a-anything too r-rash now…" Romano stuttered, fearing for his life. This man wouldn't recognize him, and if he didn't have a certain child with him, he'd probably think Romano took the kid of whom he spoke.
"Que… You know my name… Who are you?" The man yelled. Suddenly, he pulled a sword from the sheath and pointed it directly at Romano's chest. Romano's breath hitched in his throat as he froze in place. "T-Toni, p-per f-favore…" The taller man frowned. "Who. Are. You?" He asked slowly.
"I-I'm R-Romano..." He said. The man's eyes widen and he ripped the sword away from Romano's chest, but not before the sword lightly cut his shirt and his chest.
Romano winced and put a hand to where the sword scratched. "No… You're not mi querido Lovi." He growled. Romano stepped back but he followed his steps. "Where's mi querido chico?" He asked darkly. Romano shuddered. "I-I'm him! P-Per favore!" He cried. The man stopped and scanned him.
"Tell me something only he would know, then. Querido." He spat the last word and Romano started shaking. "I-I… I-I don't k-know…" He said looking down. He looked up to see the scowling face of the man of his past. The hilt of the sword was raised and his eyes widened. "P-Per favore!"
But the man hit him harshly in the head with the hilt and his vision faded as he fell, he was struggling to keep conscious, preparing for hitting the ground, but it never came. He looked up as his vision went pitch black and he passed out, getting a final glimpse of the man that had caught him before he fell.
The angered, dark emerald eyes, his hair slightly messy but long, tied back with a red and green ribbon. The dear, can-be-scary ghost of Romano and Spain's past. Spain's past self. The pirate that protected Romano and held him dearly. That would kill anyone that dare scare, upset, anger or get too close to Romano.
Romano made a big mistake of not telling him anything. For that man, the scary, can be deadly man, he was someone dear to Romano.
The scary, dark, deadly pirate captain Antonio Fernandez Carriedo.