Hi there guys xD This is my first fanfiction in a veeery long time. I hope it's not that bad... ^^'

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia.

Enjoy!

Edit: I never realized I should use speech marks in this. I wanna thank Vindicated Soldiers for pointing it out xD In my country the dialogue is framed by dashes so I just wrote it like I'm used to, without really thinking about it. All fixed now! ^^

He was lying on the couch, sleeping soundly. He was tired, so he had the damn right to rest. Besides, it was siesta time right now. Work can wait.

There's not much that could wake him up now, he wouldn't even bother if a thousand of people passed through the room. But there's this one exception. It only takes Antonio coming near to make him open his eyes immediately. He developed this weird reaction most likely because he was always skipping out on work and sleeping somewhere, careful not to let the man catch him slacking off.

And right now, he was pulled out of sleep not by four messy-clothed, loud men going outside while laughing, but by Antonio, who tried to sneak outquietly.

"Where are you going, bastard?" Lovino asked sleepily, sitting up.

Antonio jumped a little.

"Ah… ahaha" he laughed nervously, desperately trying to hide some big box he was carrying behind his back. "For a walk?"

"What the hell, you jerk. Now?" Lovino frowned. "What do you need thing fucking thing for?"

Antonio immediately released the box from his grip and it hit the ground with a loud thud.

"What thing? Hahaha…"

"What is wrong with you?" Lovino got up and looked briefly at the box, then at the men who came back, took some packages and left again, and then finally at Antonio. "You're going on the sea again, aren't you."

It didn't even sound like a question. Antonio swallowed loudly when he noticed Lovino was glaring at him, waiting for an answer.

"Y-yeah… I'm packing now, guys from my crew are helping me out." Antonio scratched the back of his head. "I'm sorry, Lovi."

"You didn't even bother to fucking tell me, hm?" The other grunted under his breath. "Take me with you! Bastard."

" Eh?"

"I said, take me with you."

"No way, Lovi" This time it was Antonio's turn to frown. "It's too dangerous for you."

Lovino shot him a glare.

"What the fuck! What do you mean by that, idiot?"

"Lo siento, Lovi" Antonio said with a apologizing smile, before suddenly cheering up. "I had no idea you'd like to watch the sea. I promise I'll take you to the beach as soon as I get back!"

Lovino stared at his feet, pouting.

…yeah, like I'd ever care about the fucking sea.

"Why not now?" he asked.

"Lovi…" Antonio averted his eyes, the happy look faltering a little on his face. "Not only is it dangerous for someone who's never been on a pirate ship before, but also… I'm the captain. I wouldn't have time to take care of you."

"T-take care… Fuck you, bastard. I don't need to be taken care of!"

"Really?" Antonio smiled. "You may not realize it, but… Lovi, listen. On the ship one must always obey his captain, and we both know you have some serious issues with listening to me. And one is assigned their share of work, and you always skip…"

"FINE!" Lovino snapped, his face burning from embarrassment. "Fine, I fucking get it already, you stupid jerk! Damn it, if I'm such a burden to you then go on, play a pirate all you want! I don't care anymore, and I wouldn't care even if you were never to return!"

After screaming on top of his lungs, he ran straight to his room and locked the door, leaning on them on his back. This was so humiliating… He always knew he was pretty much useless, but having heard it from the man he's always been relying on… It hurt. It hurt so fucking much.

He sink to the floor, hugging his knees and hiding his face in them. Desperately holding tears back, he couldn't get rid of the feeling that nothing has changed from that time long ago, when he overheard Antonio talking about wanting to trade him for his brother. Back then he was not needed, and he's not needed now. Even after all these year he still hasn't proved himself being worthy.

A quiet sob escaped his mouth and he quickly clasped his hand over it. No way, he won't cry until that tomato bastard is still here. He'll have plenty of time to cry later. Antonio will probably be gone for another couple of months. That was not fair, leaving him behind all alone! Okay, maybe not exactly alone… with all those servants, but still…

He heard knocking. It shocked him as he didn't hear any footsteps, and he jumped a little, accidentally smacking his head at the door. He winced but still didn't respond.

"Lovi, can I come in?"

After some pause the doorknob twitched but the door didn't move.

Serves you right, bastard, if you think I'd actually let you in… to see me like this.

"Lovi, please. What are you going on about?" Antonio tried to maintain that playful tone of his, as he leaned on the door. "It's not the first time I'm leaving. You know I have to."

Lovino stared back at the door, not trusting his voice enough to speak.

"This time… I'll be back really quick. A week… or maybe two, but that's absolute maximum."

Yeah right, Lovino thought, waiting for the rest of it to come.

"Well… ahahah… after that there's one more voyage, and it may take… a while, but Lovi…" Antonio sighed. "I'm soo gonna miss you! But it's not safe for you to go with me. I don't think I'd be able to protect you if we got in a fight with some English ships. You're still too young to take good care of yourself, so… please don't be mad at me? I just don't want you to get hurt!"

"…digging your own fucking grave" Lovino muttered under his nose, at the verge of bursting out. Too young to take care of himself? Why would he get hurt? He'd be perfectly fine and Antonio is just a stupid jerk who doesn't need him at all. That's why he doesn't care about leaving him behind, again. Why should he care? He's probably happy as hell right now. Finally, the burden will be lighten. That idiot. That stupid fucking bastard!

"There's still some packing left and we're setting sails tomorrow morning, so I'll better hurry… Wanna help?"

"Fuck you" was the only reply he got.

"Hahah, Lovi, you never change." Antonio smiled warmly, forgetting the other one couldn't see him. "Okay then, I'll make us some food later. See you then, mi tomate."

Then there were footsteps, and then complete silence.

Lovino sighted heavily, relaxing a bit. It's not that big of a deal… Antonio's just going away… like he always does. He should already be used to it, shouldn't he? Then why… does it hurt so much?

And how could that bastard even dare to… to think Lovino wouldn't be able to take care of himself… if Antonio was busy? Of course he would! And… and he's fucking going to prove it!

Now that's a good idea. Solo di attendere, bastardo…

Lo siento – I'm sorry (Spanish)

Mi tomate - my tomato (Spanish)

Solo di attendere, bastardo – Just you wait, bastard (Italian)

So, what do you think? I'm planning on the rest of it being written from Lovi's POV. And one more thing, I have never spoken Spanish or Italian in my life, so I use the google translator D: If you see any mistakes, please lend me some of your time to point them out ^^ I'd be very grateful! And English isnt my native either, so yeah...

This thing is kinda AUish, but at the same time it's kinda not.. I mean, they are not countries. I imagine Antonio being around 20 and Lovi 17. Impossibly young for this kind of story but whatever xD well, I'm sorry about all the confusion that's yet to come. I hope it's still readable...