Hey guys! I know I shouldn't be starting another story while I already have a few to be working on… but this idea has been bugging me for quite some time, and I don't think this idea can wait any longer. Or if I could remember it if I did want any longer! That's just how my brain works.
Any who~ This is my first spamano fanfiction, so please go easy on me? That would be much appreciated! Okay, on with this bandwagon!
Disclaimer: Okay, don't own anything except the idea. Hetalia is own by the maker of Hetalia, obviously.
Warnings: Gore and possible triggers
Lovino was four years old when he first saw him; the man who would sometimes walk back and forth down the hallway, occasionally stopping to watch him at his door. This is the very reason he started to sleep with the door shut, and the reason why he still slept with the light on, theorizing that with the light on he wouldn't be able to see the man.
The man wasn't part of his timeline; he had to be from the time of pirates and epic battles on the seas to concur lands. Lovino knew this because of what this man wore. He looked like a pirate from his fantasy books for bedtime: he had long brown hair that was tied into a ponytail by a red ribbon. He wore a hat on his head, a big fancy one that was labeled a for stereotypical pirate hat. His outfit was made up of a fancy white shirt, covered with a nice long red coat, black pants held up with a sword belt, which did hold a long sword, and boots that came up to his knees.
It's not like the man did anything mean or scary to him; it just freaked Lovino out to see him. He tried telling his grandfather, who he lived with, only to have the topic completely shut down. He even tried asking his dimwitted brother, who had said he had never seen a man walk around the house at night, yet seemed very uncomfortable about what Lovino was talking about. This was starting to worry him, so he started to pretend that the man was not there.
This worked for a few years, and soon Lovino started to forget about the man that used to keep him up at night. That was, until, he forgot to shut the door for the night. Lovino was 10 years old at the time, still sleeping with the light on, but too tired to close the door behind him. He had come home from an extremely stressful school day, thanking the Lord that it was the weekend. After dinner and washing up, he dragged himself to his room, nothing thinking about closing his door, and flung himself on the bed, not caring if he was under the covers or not, and went to sleep.
Something awoke him in the middle of the night; a weight of somebody sitting on the bed. Lovino, assuming it was his brother, and too tired to open his eyes, only groaned and swatted at where he thought that annoying boy to be.
"Feli, I swear, I'm not in the damn mood for this." He grumbles, and he hears a soft chuckle. Lovino froze, not daring to look at what could possibly be sitting next to him on the bed, not wanting to remember what was sitting so close to his on his fucking bed.
"Ah, no, Feliciano is sleeping quite peacefully. He must've had a busy day!" The laugh is unfamiliar, yet seems welcoming and friendly. Lovino felt the blanket that he had just realized he was hiding under slowly being lifted off his head. Gradually, he turned to what he has expected.
Emerald eyes met hazel, and the man sitting next to him grinned. It wasn't frightening, or Lovino wasn't scared by it. It made him want to smile too, but did not and simply stared at him. The man shifted awkwardly under the intense stare Lovino was giving him, and laughed.
"You never really have looked at me before, this is exciting!" The man said, scratching the back of his head while grinning happily. Lovino didn't understand how a man could be so happy just by somebody looking at him, and he seriously didn't understand why the man was still trying to talk to him. He remained silent and continued to stare.
"You know, I tried getting your attention for a really long time now, but I think I might've just scared you off. ¡Ay! I hadn't meant to have done that, lo siento! I just wanted to be your friend!" The pirate-looking man exclaims, bringing his hands in front of himself to show that he meant no harm.
Lovino slowly sat up, and raised his hand slowly in front of him. The pirate man cocked his head to the side, and raised an eyebrow. The younger of the two ignored this and cautiously moved his hand and placed it on his chest. He had expected to have his hand go throw the man, but instead, it met solid chest. Lovino blinked and stared at the pirate man, who had his eyebrow still raised, and laughed awkwardly.
"Uh, what are you doing there, niño pequeño?" The man questioned, and Lovino pushed at his chest just in case he actually could go through him.
"Why can't I go through you?" Lovino asked, now poking at his chest, seemingly interested. The pirate laughed, and rested a hand on top of the 10 year old boy's head.
"Because, carina, how am I to protect you if I cannot touch you?" He asked, making Lovino look at him in confusion.
"Protect me? Protect me from what? The fuck you mean?" The boy asked, and the pirate laughed again.
"Such a pretty face, yet such cruel words come from that seemly innocent mouth of yours!" The man continues to laugh, causing Lovino to blush in embarrassment. He was going to continue to pester about what he needed to be protected from, when he felt the hand on top of his head move, and batted it away, annoyed. He looked at the pirate again, seeing that he was pouting, but not caring that much at the moment.
"Who the fuck are you, bastard?" The boy asked, and the pirate blinked.
"Really…? You know nothing about me? I thought for sure… Oh, oh I see what he's trying to do!" The man exclaimed, only confusing the child next to him.
"What? Who's trying to do what?" Lovino questions, only to get ignored by the ghost.
"Well if that's the cause, I can play like that too~!" He turned his attention on the child once more, and grinned.
"My name is Antonio Fernandez Carriedo, and you are going to become my henchman from now on~! You can call me boss!" He exclaims, and before the poor child knew what was happening, he was pulled into a bear hug from the older male.
"Gah-! Get off of me!" He exclaimed, trying to shove the older man off, causing said older man to pout.
"Aw~! But you're so cute, querida! I couldn't help myself!" He laughs, resting his hand again on top of the boy's head, who batted it away again.
"You continue speaking in that stupid language and I'll head-butt you in the gut!" Lovino threatened, causing the ghost pirate to pale.
"N-no, there's need for that, Lovi! I was only teasing~, no need to get worried!" Antonio laughs awkwardly, scratching his cheek. The child rolled his eyes, and glanced at the window, seeing at it was still dark out, but didn't think it would be too long before sunrise. Antonio seemed to catch the act, and smiled softly.
"Are you tired, Lovi?" He asks, his hand suddenly becoming soothing. Lovino blinked, surprised by the action, and then realized how tired he actually was. He stifled a yawn, and shook his head.
"No, I'm not fucking tired, why would you say something like that for, bastard?" The boy asks, rubbing his eye, as if that would get the tiredness out of them. The pirate smiled at him again.
"Maybe you should get some rest? We'll talk more in the morning, alright? Believe me when I say I'm still going to be here." He adds, laughing softly and continued to play with Lovino's hair. His eyes started to drift shut, but the boy still shook his head in defiance. Then, Lovino felt something warm touch his forehead, and push him gently into the bed. His eyes fluttered close, and he drifted into an easy sleep.
The pirate ghost stood from the bed, looking down at the boy he had just put to sleep. He smiled to himself; he hadn't done that in a long, long time. He wouldn't deny that this boy didn't remind him of someone of his past, but he wouldn't dwell on it. Antonio had other things to deal with at the moment, like talking to a certain grandfather who had refused to mention him to the children.
As he walked down the hall, his mood switched from happy to downright pissed off. That stupid man was trying to make sure the children would never know he was even present. But he didn't count on the children on being able to see him, the Spaniard though, a low chuckle escaping his mouth. Antonio was going to make sure that old fool was going to stop his nonsense and let him do what he was supposed to do.
After all, Antonio smirked, walking slowly toward the grandfather's study; it's only natural for me to be a little pissed.
Or so he tells himself, until he sees the grandfather waiting for him with his feet causally kicked up on the desk and a Walther pointed directly at him. The Spaniard knew that the bullets inside that gun would actually cause him harm; whereas regular bullets would do nothing but simply pass right threw him.
"Mr. Carriedo, what a surprise. Please, sit down; we have much to talk about." The grandfather said with an easy-going expression on his face, while his eyes were deadly. All the ghost could do was smile at the man and sat across from him in one of the soft stuffed chairs. Antonio rested his hands in his lap and sat straight up, eyes going from his gun to the grandfather.
"So, let's begin, yeah?" The elder asked, placing the gun down with ease. Even though the threat wasn't pointed at him, it was still making the pirate nervous and irritated.
"What do you think you're doing?" The older man says, placing his feet on the floor and replacing them with his hands, giving the pirate a stern look.
"I'm just trying to talk to somebody who isn't such a cranky old man." Antonio jokes, shifting in his chair to kick his own legs onto the table. He smiled at the man, but it was forced, and he knew he was going to have to remain come to keep from bloodshed; that would be going against their agreement.
"You know you can't converse with them! You need to stop trying! Just leave the boys alone, you damn pirate." The elder commands, making Antonio upset. He had finally met both of them! There was no way he could stop talking to them now!
"Plus," the man continues, noticing the enraged look on the Spaniard's face, and talking in a gentler tone, "isn't trying just going to upset you even more?"
The younger of the two stared at the elder, teeth grinding. How could he do this to him? He was going to do what this god damn bastard wanted him to do; protect the children. And he had to admit to himself, he had become attached to them. There was no way he could just leave them alone now; they felt like his own.
"Anyways, I have to leave the house tomorrow, it's because some stupid bastard got himself into a sticky situation, and since he does owe me some money, I have to go down there personally. Protect the children while I'm gone, and don't give yourself a way to them, understood?" The grandfather says, looking straight into fierce emerald eyes. With effort, the pirate was able to nod, causing the elder to sigh with relief and sunk into his own chair.
"I'm getting too old for this." He mutters, causing the younger male to laugh.
"If you're too old for this, what does that make me?" Antonio questions, grinning bitterly at the man who might as well had taken his own children away. The elder laughed wearily, glancing up at the ghost who most likely wanted him dead.
"You can leave now, you know. Just go back to doing whatever you do during daylight hours." The grandfather says, glancing out the window to see that the sun had already begun to rise. Antonio frowned.
"Don't you want to tell them goodbye at least?" The grandfather shook his head.
"I'm hoping to get back before they wake up, so there's no need. Just, protect them Antonio. Stick to our contract." The old man said, his age finally showing on his worn face. The pirate nodded, understanding.
"Of course I will protect those children." The grandfather smiled.
"Thank you, Antonio."
"Ve~! Big brother! We can have whatever we want for breakfast!" The young Feliciano exclaims, causing the older of the two brothers to groan.
"C'mon, Feli, at least let me sleep in, damnit!" Lovino grumbles as he kicks off the sheets and jumps out of bed. His younger brother cheered and grabbed onto his arm. Feliciano then proceeded to drag his brother to the kitchen, chatting about the dream he had about some handsome blond fellow who picked flowers with him. Lovino rolled his eyes and wondered if Feliciano knew anything Antonio, but kept his mouth shut.
Arriving into the kitchen, the two boys gasped. Breakfast had already been made for them, and it smelled delicious.
"Ve~! Grandpapa is so considerate!" Feliciano exclaimed, running over to his chair and sitting down, taking a good look at his breakfast that consisted of bacon, eggs, and chopped-up potatoes. His brother began to dig in right away, making content noises while he licked his plate clean. The older of the two sighed and climbed into his seat, staring at the breakfast in front of him. His grandfather would never have made something like this, especially for breakfast. His eyes scanned the room, but saw no trace of the Spaniard who visited him last night.
"Ve~! Big brother, aren't you going to dig in?" A voice drags him out of his thoughts and he nods, picking up his fork and stabbing it into one of the potato chunks. Raising it cautiously to his mouth, he took a small bit into it, surprised at how it didn't totally suck ass like he thought it would. Little did he know, but doing such an act, Lovino made a certain pirate extremely happy.
After breakfast, the two boys decided to entertain themselves with a game of hide-and-go-seek. Feliciano favorite thing was to hide, and while Lovino also wanted to hide, he would be a nice older brother and allow him to hide this time.
While he was counting, Lovino head the doorbell ring, causing him to uncover his eyes and look around in confusion. Was he supposed to answer the door? His grandfather had always taken care of such things and had told him not to, but the pounding on the door started to make him nervous. What was a 10 year old supposed to do?
Lovino slowly walked over to the door, and with a deep breath, opened it slowly. He was met with an extremely surprised face of a man he had never seen before.
"Can I fucking help you?" Lovino asked, looking at the man then past him to see a few other men, looking equally shocked to see him. Maybe Lovino shouldn't have opened the door…
"U-Uh… Yes! Yes you can! We're, uh, here to actually escort you to our grandfather, okay?" The man in front tells the boy, who proceeds to give him a look over.
"Yeah? He told you that?"
"Yes, yes he did."
"Then where he at?"
"We're not allowed to tell you that."
"He said that?"
"Yes, he gave me those direct orders."
"Hm, I'll pass." Lovino tries to close the door at this point, only to have a foot in the doorway, preventing it from being closed properly.
"New plan: grab the brat and run."
"Bitch."
Lovino was confused, why were these men here, where the fuck was Antonio, was the shit he was supposed to be protected from?
The door was forced open, causing the boy to fall backwards onto his butt. He felt hands grabbing him, but Lovino was not going down without a fight. He began to kick and scream and bite at anything coming too close to his mouth. He suddenly felt himself being raised high into the air, and an arm pulling him close to their body.
"Nobody. Touches. My. Kids." Lovino heard a voice growl, knowing straight away who's voice it was. He heard weapons being drawn, but somehow the boy couldn't pull his head away from whatever was keeping his head down.
He felt nothing, he didn't even feel as though he was being held by a person. Lovino heard another scream, causing him to panic.
"Feliciano!" He screamed, starting to scream again. He heard a growl, and suddenly heard screaming, and what sounded like a battle. But Lovino didn't really care about that; he wanted to make sure his brother was alright.
Suddenly his brother's voice sounded as if it was right next to him.
"Feliciano! Feliciano are you alright?" Lovino asked, trying despairingly to grab hold on his brother, face first still in whatever was holding him down.
"Lovino! Oh thank goodness! Mr. Antonio saved me, without him I would have died!
Wait, Mr. Antonio?!
Before he could ask any more questions, Lovino suddenly felt himself be pulled away from whatever was keeping him safe, and into the arms of someone who was breathing heavily.
"Now I can't fucking see you, but I found one of your "kids", so I suggest you leave us alone!" The man who held him screamed, causing Lovino to whimper. When nothing happened, he felt the vibrations of laughter of the man who held him. Lovino gulped.
Where the hell was Antonio?! Wasn't the stupid bastard supposed to protect him?
He felt himself be left up and met the eyes of the man who had tried coaxing him out of the house.
"Yup, little buddy, you're coming with me. What's the Godfather supposed to do without an heir?" The man laughed, standing and running out of the house. Lovino was extremely confused. What the hell was going on?!
Antonio froze, sword still in hand, dripping of the invaders' blood.
They had gotten him.
They had gotten Lovino.
And there wasn't a god damn thing he could have done to stop it.
He felt squirming and pulled his coat back, to relieve a frighten Feliciano looking up at him.
"Where… where's my brother, Mr. Antonio?" The young boy asked, causing the pirate to look away. He couldn't stand to face those hurt and fearful eyes, it hurt him too much.
"The… The bad guys got him…" Antonio was able to say, causing the boy to grab onto him tightly.
"Mr. Antonio, what are we going to do?"
And for once, the pirate did not have an answer. All he could do was comfort the small child, and think of a way to get his brother back. And he would get Lovino back, contract be damned. There was no way he could leave one of his sons behind!
He wasn't planning on starting to either.
END OF CHAPTER!
Okay so reviews? I might make Spain here a bit darker… but that's for more chapters to come~
Reviews would be so helpful! And I really hoped you've enjoyed reading~ it means a lot.
Until later, lovely devils. Catch you on the flip side.