Umm..so this is my first fanfic so don't blame me if it's all bad..remember I'm no Shakespeare... and this is based off one of my facebook roleplay accounts and some of what's included might be from some roleplays xD so yeah, please rate review ! Constructive criticism accepted!


The Beginning of Fascist Spain, Parte Uno.

"Ah...the world changes so much..." The tanned Spaniard commented, looking out his window. "Solamente si todo podría quedarse el mismo...forever..." He mumbled, switching between languages. First...everyone was happy...happy with what they were...now everyone...todos se estan convertiendo communistas... everyone's turning into a Communist." He sighed, getting up and walking away from his window. "I remember...the days of my glory...long gone, and ancient." He said, reaching to grab an intricately decorated hat, with a white feather, from his days of the invincible Spanish armada. "Maldito ingleses..they stripped me of my pride and honor...only to convert me to what I am today.." He commented, trying on the hat and looking at himself in the mirror, for old time's sake. He closed his eyes, imagining the sounds of lying bullets and cannonballs, men's shouts, the waves crashing upon the seemingly invincible wooden boats from the 1500's, until his memories got the best of him and pair of emerald green eyes were glaring at him, pointing a lance to his upper neck, forcing the Spaniard to look up.

"Do you surrender now? I've captured your men and I've sunk your useless hunks of wood. It was damned bloody easy and I honestly thought you were going to put up a fight you scummy Spanish wanker." yelled the British pirate opposite him, in a perfect English accent.

Antonio's green eyes shot open, misty and swimming in tears, wanting to get rid of the horrible images of the past. "Nunca ... nunca …" He muttered, staring at himself in the vanity mirror. Nothing but a pair of dull green eyes, once full of the spark of hope, brightness and life, reduced to nothing. He used a dark gloved hand to support himself leaning upon the wall space next to the mirror, heavy gasps being released every now and then. " Dios mio...give me the strength to rise once again...give me the fuerza to be strong...please...just...-" and with that he sank to the ground, openly sobbing, the hat filled with nostalgic memories still on his head. "¿Por qué?" He shouted angrily, nearly over powered by cries, "Why! All I want is to return to normal...that's all I wanted!" He screamed, wringing his hands up to the ceiling, pulling his hair in despair and agony, writhing on the floor. "¿¡ P-por...qué-e-e..." He sobbed, on the ground, clutching his hat, bringing in deep breaths of its salty ocean smell, reminding him of the times, when he was someone to look up to...not when he was the laughing stock of the entire world.

"Enough of your crying! ¡Basta ya!" Said a voice unfamiliar to Antonio, in an icy tone, sounding of pure cruelty. Antonio stopped sobbing, lifting his head up and getting tense.

"Eh..? ¿Quien esta ayí…? Show yourself!" He shouted, not quite knowing what was happening, the voice sounded so…close though.


Solamente si todo podría quedarse el mismo - If only everything could stay the same

todos se estan convertiendo communistas - everyone's turning into a Communist

Maldito ingleses - Damnned Englishmen

Nunca ... nunca … - Never...never...

Dios mio - My god