First Chapter.

Spain's POV:

How on earth did this bastard capture me, oh yes I remember now dirty tactics. Not as dirty as his cooking though, God it's awful, I would puke from it if I had a porthole to lean out of. I've lost count of how long I've been here, you tend to though if you haven't got the sun to tell you.

Me the mighty Spain have been captured by England, he never plays fair does he. All he does is fault his cash around and he gets what he wants, if only there was someone to knock him down a peg, actually make that so he falls off the ladder completely. He could of provided me a blanket at least so I didn't have to sleep on this cold floor or he could of hired a decent cook, he's got enough money to do so.

He doesn't though, have my good looks or charm, he wish he did though, maybe he'll be less grouchy as he would actually get laid for once in his life.

There was a noise of the footsteps that broke me from my thoughts. I look up, the locks where undone and something gets chucked into my `cell` and the door was locked again. I look down at what have been chucked in, it seemed to be a person, male, hard to tell from the ripped fabric and blood though. I move closer to him, lifting his head up. In front of me are a pair of amber eyes, enchanting and bewitching. He looks at me, then wipes the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve.

" I see I'm not alone then" He spoke softly, maybe he was still shaken up from what happened.

"Indeed you're not." I replied, trying to sound comforting.

"So what am I to expect here, whips, chains….. Not that they phase me at all" He said, with smirk on his face.

Great so now I'm stuck with an up his own arse, can't cook limey and a kinky bastard. I sigh, "No nothing physical, just this cold floor and awful cooking."

"I'm sure I've tasted worst, my cousins cook some pretty bad food" He leans back against the wooden side of the ship.

"Well you'll find out soon enough won't ya. I'm Spain by the way who are you?" Trying my hardest to be polite to this guy.

"Netherlands, I have a feeling we'll get along"

I bite my tongue, this guy sure is a cocky one. I knew this was going to be a long day, week or perhaps months.