Hey guys! We're at it again. XD Lady Hedervary was the 100th review for Phantom Love and asked for a pirate fic with Lovi and Toni. We couldn't help ourselves. We took on another multi-chapter project rather than writing a oneshot. OH WELL. Pirates are THE SEX. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Neither Go-chan nor Haya own Hetalia, despite wishes of such a thing. This is completely for the heck of it and for no profits. There are no relations between real-life countries and APH charries x3

Chapter One: Welcome Aboard

When they reached port Antonio had had a plan. He really had. Sell some of their merchandise, buy supplies. Get in, get out. It was supposed to have been easy. Roderich was very adamant in telling him to not make any side trips and spend his allotted money on anything stupid.

Then again, it was the Spanish captain's job to test his Austrian doctor-accountant's theories on stress. It wasn't good enough for the male only in his mid twenties to stroll around town in his attire that screamed something foul, even if he was forced to leave his beloved hat behind. Brown hair that may have been curly had it been shorter was pulled into a loose ponytail at the back of his neck, curls pulled into waves by the weight of it. A long deep red coat adorned his frame with gold accents, white shirt beneath open fairly wide to show his tanned chest until it gave way to a brighter red sash. Brown boots rose high over black pants, and the faded green bandanna round his head kept his messy hair from view for the most part. At one hip was a cutlass, the other a pistol, both hidden by his coat. But even then the weapons were hard to miss. Because really, this guy just screamed pirate.

As he passed a crowd some ruckus caught his attention. It was a port town of Italy and everyone tended to move hurriedly and loudly. But this was an especially rowdy crowd. At the center of it he could see some sort of stage had been set up in the town square atop which stood people in shackles, as he learned when he neared the mob. Such a sight caused the man to frown considerably. But before he could begin a tangent in his mind of memories of his own experience, one of those for sale drew his gaze onto him.

The youngest in the shackled group on the stage didn't belong. Yes, his clothes were dirty and torn, but were obviously those of one in the upper class. While the other men hung their heads in shame, trying not to make eye contact with anyone and not draw attention to themselves, this boy's cheeks were puffed out in a defiant pout. His arms were crossed and he was posed ready to take on anyone that tried to give him trouble. He met anyone that dare look at him and stared them down until they shyly looked away.

And Antonio's gaze wasn't unnoticed. Bright, olive eyes flew to the man and glared at him. But he did not look away like the others. Rather, he held those olive eyes in his green gaze, almost unmoving in the bustling crowd, people shifting in this large group. There was something about this one...

Suddenly the man selling off his human wares was before the boy, yelling something about his fine speech and polished appearance. Antonio really didn't catch much. Before he knew what he was doing he has his hand raised just as bidding opened for the particular slave. And, with no other bids, he had himself an angry Italian manservant.

The auctioneer was all too happy to get rid of the kid. He signaled to a guard, too terrified to attempt to get near the boy. All the happy to mess with the aristocrat, the guard unlocked him from the chain of slaves, but kept the metal collar around his neck to lead him down the steps with a chain. Grinning at Antonio, he held out the chain leash. "Ye'll need ta keep this 'un on a leash or he'll run."

"Thanks for the advice," Antonio chuckled with a nod. Reaching out, he took the chain in hand and brought the connected human being to his side, resistance put up the entire way.

The teen pulled back on the chain, hoping to overpower the seemingly gangly pirate. But his attempts were cut short when the guard whacked him on the back of the head, making him yelp in surprise and pain.

"'Nough of that kid. Ye ain' comin' back ta us an' ye ain' escaping!" He looked to Antonio and gave him a toothy grin. "An' no refunds fer ye."

"Thought so," he shrugged in response. Then Antonio waved shortly to the other man. He'd been helpful... Enough. And in that received a smile and wave before the captain turned round to exit the crowd, not before he got a sharp kick to the shin that is.

"Let me go!" His new slave yelled.

"Ow! Curse you you-!" Pausing in his pain, the man glared fiercely. "Now look here you-! Do you not see my blade?" Growling as he looked back up to him Antonio nodded to the shape held at his hip visible beneath his coat. He made an attempt to hide it in public as Roderich said, but was quite happy he still appeared armed in case anyone entertained the thought of starting something with him.

Terror flashed through the boy's eyes, then he scowled again. Just great. A pirate bought him. "I'm not going with you."

"Weren't a thought in my mind." God he was already tired dealing with this rich brat. Thinking of the scolding he'd get for such a waste of money from Roderich made it worse... Well he had a little more time. Maybe he could get drunk and say he was robbed! Sober he couldn't be, but if he got inebriated enough it could be a convincing tale.

Because he sure as hell wasn't bringing this back with him.

"Come here." In a harsh movement Antonio brought the Italian into his chest. A few soft clicking sounds later, the shackle fell from his neck and clattered to the street. "There, you're free."

Frozen. Frozen in time. Frozen in reality. All the boy could do was stare at the shackle on the ground. Free? Well that was just great. He could go home and forget all this ever happened. Oh yeah. There was that small fact.

Tears started welling in those defiant olive eyes and the kid sniffled, trying to keep back the tears that had been building since this all began. "Wh-where am I supposed to go?"

Jesus Christ he was getting such trouble from this. Sighing Antonio hung his head, then brought it up to raise his brow and place a awkwardly comforting hand on the other's head. "Were you kidnapped? Stolen off the street? Just go home."

"I-I can't!" The kid whimpered, throwing pride to the wind and hugging Antonio for comfort. "Everything is b-burnt to the ground. Everyone is d-dead. I have n-no where to go."

Of course he wouldn't. Why was Antonio surprised at all? Even so, the vicious criminal of a man slowly patted the head pressed into his chest. He was supposed to be vicious, but it didn't always work out for him.

"If you went to a shop and traded for some cheaper clothes they'd give ye some money. Maybe enough to get buy 'till you can find work."

"I can't do anything!" Was the teary response.

"You could-!" Oh he wasn't an idiot. Antonio knew the kind of career someone like this would be left to.

... It was the day of stupid choices in Antonio's life. In a deep sigh he brought his hand up to run in through his hair, then scratch the back of his head above the small ponytail at the nape of his neck. Roderich wouldn't be the only one scolding Antonio this time round. "Ever wanted to travel?"

Teary eyes looked up to Antonio in confusion and curiosity. "Travel?"

"We don't have many customers we know well here." First time he goes onto land when they're in Italy and he gets himself a stray, go figure. "But elsewhere I'm sure I could get you well situated."

"R-really?" A giant smile lit up the boy face as he pulled away, blushing bright red. "Sorry. I'm Lovino... Vargas..."

"Antonio. Captain Antonio." 'And Roderich Edelstein is going to kill me on this day.'

"I would say it's nice to meet you, Antonio." Lovino crossed his arms and scowled. "But you bought me."

"I would say it's nice to have you aboard," said pirate began as he started down the street, "but you can't do any work."

"I can cook!" Lovino protested, scurrying after him with a pout.

"We have a cook that would skin me if he lost his position."

Lovino wasn't backing down without a fight. He huffed and grabbed Antonio's wrist to make him meet his eyes. "I can help! I won't be completely useless."

"Oh I'm sure."

Lovino stared at Antonio desperately and repeated again, "I won't be useless. You're the first person to be sympathetic in anyway. I won't forgive you for buying me for God knows what reason, but I am indebted to you."

That made him laugh out loud. That hearty sort of laugh, when you throw your head back. When he brought his gaze back down Antonio watched Lovino from the corner of his eye, still grinning widely and actually wiping at his eyes. "Indebted? Dear Lord aren't you fancy."

Red filled Lovino's face as he brought his arms to his chest, crossed tight in his embarrassment. "Sh-shut up! It's a perfectly decent and suitable word! Excuse me for being educated and not some sea rat!"

"Oooh don't go jumping to conclusions mate. You'll be finding just how educated a sea rat can be in due time," an added shudder on Antonio's part.

"Well what's that supposed to mean!" Lovino huffed, unimpressed. "It's definitely not you that's educated!"

"Educated or not," Antonio said offhandedly as his eyes scanned the storefronts and stalls around them. "I want something out of this. We can probably get something from selling your clothes for lesser ones."

"What?" Lovino shrieked, eyes wide and not happy. "No way!"

"Consider it a payment for your travel fees," Antonio grinned at him, heartless.

"But they are all I have left!" He exclaimed, hugging his clothes tight.

Not even listening at this point, finally the man pulled his shipmate by the arm towards a small store before which stood its owner. "How much for these?" The Spaniard gestured to Lovino without even a greeting when he came upon the sour elderly man. Said articles received a glance over before an annoyed response about their state, in turn getting him an indignant Antonio. For a whole ten minutes the two bantered back and forth, sounding more like a woman fighting over the price of bread than a pirate and a storekeep. Eventually though the latter gave way and brought out a set of more sea-worthy clothes to hand to Lovino, then nod towards inside for him to change quickly.

This was an outrage. Lovino looked to his tormentor with pleading eyes. "Don't make me give them up."

Already Antonio was grinning happily at the sound of gold in his money purse. At hearing a voice directed at him he looked up blankly. "Eh?"

"I don't want to get rid of them," Lovino said again.

Rolling his eyes Antonio sighed and shook his head, tired of such complaints. "I've already got the money. Just change already."

This man was heartless. Lovino scowled and resisted the urge to spit at him as he stomped across the room and changed into his new ragged clothes. He looked like a vagabond! As if voicing his thoughts, Antonio grinned widely when he came out. "Don't you look the part of any old scallywag!"

"Oh great," Lovino grumbled, pushing past the idiotic captain and out to the street. His life was such a mess!

"Wonderful! Now let's see if-Oh shit. Is that Gil?" With widened eyes Antonio shifted behind Lovino as if the smaller teen could hide him when he saw a head of distinctly pale hair up ahead.

Lovino scowled and followed Antonio's gaze to some freak with silver hair. When he turned around, obviously looking for someone, Lovino saw his red eyes. Double freak! "Who the hell is that?"

"No one, he's no one."

"Then why did he just smile and wave at you and is headed this way?"

Escape was not an option, for the albino was upon them within seconds. His obnoxiously loud laugh made people in the street swerve away from the three, further killing Antonio's hopes of running.

"Who's the cutie?" Gilbert inquired, looking Lovino up and down. "Rods is going to kill you for wasting money on a whore. We're only staying for tonight, too!"

A what? Lovino pulled as much height as he could against the tall albino and glared viciously as he spat, "I am not a whore!"

"Oh? Kese, this is a fiesty kid!" Gilbert pushed Lovino out of the way, ignoring his shout of protest, to grin at Antonio. "Where'd you find this?"

Why God, why? He just had to be caught by Gilbert. Antonio moaned and ran a hand over his face. "There was a sale."

"Sale?" Gilbert raised his brows with a smirk.

"Sale?" Lovino screeched, bright red now. "Sale my fucking ass!"

Oh now that got his attention. Gilbert turned and grinned lecherously at the kid. "I'll gladly fuck your ass."

"Gilbert, no." The change was almost polar. Moments before hiding like a child and laughing, Antonio now glared, voice low and commanding. The entire air around him was different.

Rather than starting and backing up like Lovino did, Gilbert just pouted. "You're no fun, capt'."

It was a quick change, as flighty as a feather twirling in the wind. All at once Antonio was rolling his eyes and smacking the back of his friends head. "At least introduce yourself to the lad."

Gilbert smirked and turned to said kid with a wink. "Well hey there kiddo. I'm Gilbert, the awesome first mate of the awesome ship Time Bandit!"

"Time Bandit? What type of name is that?"

"Oye!" Frowning, Antonio nodded to Lovino. "What's wrong with it?"

"Oh of course it's your name." Snorting, Lovino shrugged. "It's weird."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"That it's a weird name!"

"Kese, it is Toni!" Gilbert paused then looked to Lovino again. "Wait is the kid coming with us?"

Honestly, always making fun of his name. In a pout Antonio looked to Gilbert in a side glance. "Sí. He'll be with us for a while."

"How are you going to justify that to Rods?"

"... I was drunk?"

Lovino scowled and rolled his eyes. "Oh I'm sorry, I didn't realize I was a drunken spur of the moment purchase!"

Silver brows shut up in disbelief. "Wait he is a whore?"

"No. Mios Dio," exasperated, Antonio released a breath and continued with an annoyed look, "he didn't have enough for any of the passenger ships and I felt bad for him." At this he held up the money that had been made in the prior clothes sale.

Lovino scoffed and looked away, still sore about having to sell his clothes. Stupid pirate... At least he wasn't blabbing about him being a slave.

"You're such a bleeding heart!" Gilbert laughed and clapped his captain on the back. Looking Lovino over again, he winked and whispered. "But I can't blame you, he is rather cute. Have a new guest for the captain's cabin, do we?"

"Shut yer gob." Laughing, Antonio shoved his friend's head downward in his movement away from him and down the street. "Are you coming to make my drunk tale believable or aren't ya?"

"Oh you know it!" Gilbert cheered, skipping in step next to Antonio, grabbing Lovino's hand and dragging him along in the same action.

Lovino just grumbled and rolled his eyes, pulling his hand away to walk on Antonio's other side. "Someone has to be sober and make sure you don't get yourself in more trouble."

It was Lovino's turn. "Yer no fun Lovi."

"I'm sorry, I didn't know fun making was part of my new job."

"Well what else are you going to do? I said the galley's off limits."

"I can help!"

Gilbert snickered and elbowed Antonio with a smirk. "Francis would be delighted to have this kid as his assistant."

In reply Antonio grumbled, "my point exactly."

"Hey, the kids gotta work somehow," the first mate said with a shrug. "Unless you want to make him your personal servant, I doubt there's much else he can do besides help Francis."

"… If he does anything to him it'll be Black Spot worthy," his captain finally mumbled in response.

"Kesese, so protective!"

"I'm just not in the mood for anymore complaining."

Lovino had been zoning out, but quickly came back into the conversation with a scowl. "Wha- I'm not complaining!"

"Oh but you would be."

"I'm indebted, remember?" Lovino scowled and stuck his bottom lip out in a pout. "I'm not going to complain about doing something to stay fed."

Scoffing, Antonio shook his head. "It'll be a different tune when you meet Fran... But for now, I want me some drinks~" As they came upon the bar.

"Let's get wasted!" Gilbert yelled, bursting through the door jovially. "Oi! We need three beers here!"

"N-no I'm not drinking!" Lovino yelped in protest, looking around at all the shady characters nervously. These were exactly the type of people his mother told him to avoid...

"Kid's probably never even tried good beer." Laughing, Antonio merrily moved to pick up their drinks as they were prepared.

Gilbert directed them to an empty table and sat Lovino down with a crooked grin. "Kid, you'll never want to have anything to drink again after you've had good beer."

"Aye aye!" Antonio shouted in agreement with a giant grin in his appearing with three expertly held mugs of frothy alcohol.

"Drink up kid!" Was all the came from the German before his attentions were focused on drinking.

Ever so timidly, Lovino reached out and took a sip from his mug. It wasn't bad. But wasn't the best. But he was a tad thirsty...

Before he tossed his back, Antonio gave a, "don't waste it," before the alcohol began to make itself home in his system.

Lovino sighed and continued timidly sipping the beverage bought for him. His eyes explored the tavern as his mind raced, wondering if these were the type of people on the Time Bandit... But there was someone who didn't belong that just walked in.

The well groomed and bespectacled man crossed the room and leaned down next to the oblivious Antonio's ear, his hot breath tickling the lobe. "So this is how you spend our money wisely, Antonio?"

When he gave a yelp at the voice in his ear there was no trace of the violent man that had flashed into Antonio's personality before. Nor when he fell from his chair and scrambled up to hide behind Lovino. "Rod! What're you doing here?" Appearing more like a frightened boy caught by his terrifying school teacher, Antonio whimpered.

Roderich didn't bat an eyelash as he sat in Antonio's chair with a sigh. He didn't spare a glance at Lovino, figuring he was just some boy they met in the bar, and glared at his captain. "Is this your idea of following my orders of not wasting money?"

"I made a little extra! I thought we'd earned a good drink," Antonio defended despite the remaining distance between them.

"Oh did you?" Roderich raised a brow. "What else have you boug-"

"A whore!" Gilbert burst out with laughter.

Red filled the Italian's cheeks and he harshly set his mug down. "I'm not a whore!"

"I found," the pushover captain growled in a glare at his first mate, "someone that wanted a ride and was willing to work what he couldn't pay."

"Oh?" Lovino was given consideration for the first time since Roderich's arrival. He didn't look useful. "What skills will you be providing, sir?"

Oh wow way to feel like nothing. Something about Roderich's inspection made Lovino want to sink into the floor. "I-I can help cook."

"I told him we already have an obsessive cook," the man from behind him mumbled.

"Can you write?"

Lovino scoffed at the ridiculous question. "Of course I can!"

Roderich smiled a bit and nodded. "I can use him as well."

Such a thought was simply wonderful. Already Antonio brightened and nodded. "That'll work!"

"You won't be paid outside of food and necessities."

Lovino nodded, his curl bouncing. "Of course, I understand. Grazie."

"... So Rod isn't mad?" Antonio piped up hopefully.

"I won't turn down educated help."

Happy day! In an instant he was next to the Austrian, hugging him with happy nuzzles. "Gracias Roddy~"

"Since you're in such good mood," Gilbert cut in, grabbing Lovino's half full mug to finish. "Can I get a new gun?"

Frowning, Antonio rose a brow at the albino. "What? What's wrong with yours now? It's better than mine!"

"There was this awesome one I saw in a shop on the way here!"

"… How awesome?"

Gilbert jumped to his feet with shining eyes. "Fucking awesome! It has some new type of bullets and has more firing power! Not to mention it looks awesome!"

Hearing this Antonio paused... Before he turned a pair of large pleading green eyes to the bespectacled Austrian.

Roderich scowled and pushed his glasses up his nose. "Absolutely not! Your guns are perfectly functional!"

Grinning, Gilbert nodded to Lovino. "The kid needs one. He can have mine and I'll get the new one."

"What? Gun?"

"Oye! Why would he need a gun?"

Gilbert snorted and rolled his eyes. "Oh I dunno. Maybe because he's on a pirate ship?"

"It's irrational. He won't fight and won't need a gun. Neither of you need a new gun." Roderich sighed and got to his feet. "Now should we head back to the ship before you try to waste more money?"

"I do too need a new one!" Antonio pointed to Gilbert. "You remember how mine just wouldn't fire and screwed me over in our job last week?"

"Did you load it properly?" Roderich asked before Gilbert could make up a reason of his own.

Really? Really? "I know how to load a damn gun!"

Roderich sighed and shook his head. "If I let you get this 'awesome gun,' Gilbert isn't going to back down until he can have it as well."

"Damn right."

One would expect Antonio to use the captain excuse here, but instead he just pouted and hugged the cruel man. "You're so cruel."

"I know. You can use a spare we have in storage if it doesn't work. We can get a new one in the next port. Italians are expensive."

"Learned that the hard way," he mumbled in a glance to Lovino. How much had Antonio spent on that merchandise?

"Well are we going to drink more or head to the ship?" Gilbert said with a laugh.

Antonio paused. Then sighed and downed the rest of his drink. "Might as well."

Lovino stood and nervously looked around. He was going out to sea...

End of Chapter One

Hey there peeps! ^^ Welcome to the ending bit of the last chapter to our AU Pirate Spamano fic created as a present to the wonderful Lady for her being the 100th reviewer to our AU Ghost Spamano fic that had been a present for SuicideMonday for being the 100th reviewer to another Spamano fic XD Geez. (Haya IT'S INCEPTION! A FIC WITHIN A FIC WITHING A FIC!) We do a lot of those two, don't we?

Anyway, I'm Go, and I do translations and the like. I will warn you right now. I'm not someone that knows a lot of pirate stuff. I have to do research here and there or remember things from what few stuff I have seen/read. So there's a high chance I will commit horrible crimes against the genre in this. Not Haya, me, since I'm the captain here xD

Black spot = Ever seen Pirates of the Caribbean people? Black Spot on Sparrow's hand? Yeah, that's a real deal, but not to that extent. What it was would be a black spot on a slip of paper you'd get from someone that said you were marked for death