I DONOT OWN ANYTHING HETALIA RELATED SAVE FOR THIS STORY PLOT. I AM USING GOOGLE TRANSLATE FOR EVRYTHING NOT IN ENGLISH.
Antonio's POV
Alone in my cabin, I indulge in my depleting stock of ripe tomatos. I'm glad we're on course for Italy, because I seriously need to restock. I take another bite, juice dripping down my chin as I look over charts and maps, planning our next destination after this. I hear a harsh knock on the door, and look up just in time to see Gilbert, my first mate and best friend, barge in.
"Hey Antonio! The Awesome Me vould like to let you know zat ve're coming up on ze docks now.." He says as my eyes light up.
"Good, dawn is less than two hours away. Lets give 'em hell and have some fun! Suena bien a mi amigo?(Sound good my friend?)" I say grabbing my long coat. People tell me that it looks like blood, but I prefer to think of it as tomatos and wine.
"Klingt wie eine tolle Plan zu mir!(Sounds like an awesome plan to me!)" Gilbert said grinning, and handing me my tri-cornered hat. I placed it on my head, grabbed my battle axe and long sword, and finished off my tomato.
"¡Vamos!( Let's go!)" I cry smiling. we rush out the door, which I remember to close behind us WITHOUT breaking it off its hinges again.
"Alright men! Let's all have a good time today!" I give the joyous order. They all give a great cheer, and rush to land. Scaring the life out of everyone in their path...
Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii. This is my first non-one-shot. IK it only shows Antonio's POV, but its all part of my master plan! I will Do Lovino's for chapter 2, and then start moving them into the same chapters later on... this is my second story, but because my first one was such a bust, I am in DESPERATE NEED of critics and revewers... Don't be afraid to tell me what you think, or if I need to correct anything. I am a major grammar freak, so I'll try not to scewr up words too too much, but I AM dislexic(i seriously can't spell this word.) so give me a shout if I do.