Hello everyone, Rockie here! Thanks for taking the time to read this story! It's not the greatest, but it is my first time writing a Hetalia Fanfic. Anyway, please feel free for any suggestions I should make!

Also, rated M for later chapters.

It was a quiet night as I sit down, overlooking the Mediterranean Sea from my home in Italy. The breezeless air smelled of the sweet salt water that I longed to sail across. Looking down from the edge of the cliff I sat on, I gently kicked my legs back and forth. From the distance, I heard a door slam and footsteps walking toward me, getting louder as they came.

"Ve, fratello! It's getting late. Maybe you should start heading back inside?"

"Vaffanculo, Feliciano. I'll go back inside when I want to." God, I did not want to hear his voice right now. Yelling at him didn't help as he walked closer and sat beside me, resting a hand on my back. "Don't fucking touch me." I snarled and shrugged him off, moving away slightly.

"Something's bothering you, Lovino. What is it?" I sighed and looked away. I know he's my brother, but I never felt comfortable telling him anything.

"Nothing. Now get back inside. Your dumb boyfriend, Ludwig, is probably looking for you." I rolled my eyes as he gave me that damned puppy dog look. He knew I couldn't resist that. Fucking fratello. "Fine. I just… I want to get away from here. Sail the high seas… become a… pirate." I lowered my voice as I said 'pirate'. Of course, I wanted to be a good pirate, not those ones that go around and steal goods from others, but still. I looked back at my brother, a smile crossing his face. "The hell are you smiling about?"

"Just like Nonno, right fratello? I was thinking about that same thing as well… it seems really dangerous, though." His eyes saddened thinking about it. I wanted to correct my brother because our grandfather wasn't a pirate, he was a privateer. Privateers were like pirates, but they were hired by the government to rid the seas of pirates. My brother probably never realized that. We both were descendants of the great Roman privateer, Romulus, but we barely compared to his courage and strength, especially me. I was always too clumsy and lazy. No wonder Nonno liked Feliciano better.

"To hell with what you're thinking! If I ever get the chance, you're definitely not going with me. That potato bastard as well." I crossed my arms, huffing and looked back at the sea. I regretted saying those words, but I just didn't feel like putting up with him at the moment.

"Aw, fratello, you're so mean!" he whined and pouted back to me. Dammit, his voice was really getting on my nerves. As I was just about to yell at him to get the fuck away, that damned potato bastard showed up behind us.

"What are you two doing out here?" his accent was thick in German. It hurt my ears more then Feli's voice did.

"Ve, Luddie!" my brother jumped up and hugged him tightly. I looked away, disgusted.

"Goddammit, get a fucking room!" I yelled. Really, I just wanted to be alone, and now this? My brother let go of him and gave me a glare. First time I've seen that look in a while.

"Why do you hate my boyfriend so much? He never did anything to you!" anger danced in his voice.

"I just do, dammit! Now, leave me alone already." My brother and that damned bastard started walking away. About fucking time they did.

"Buona notte, fratello!"

"Guten Nacht, Lovino." I sighed, annoyed and didn't bother responding to either of them.

Looking out into the dark sea, I realize why I hate that damned German so much. In fact, I didn't hate him at all. I was just… jealous. Yes, jealous. Both of them found their one true love and I've yet to meet anyone that special. I doubt I ever will. Everyone hates me. They all like my brother better. I wish I could be more like him, but I just can't. As I take in a deep breath, I feel a tear stream down my cheek. Dammit, why does Feliciano have to be better?

Deciding it's getting a little late, I get up and start walking back to my house, taking one last look at the sea as I reach the back door. Over the horizon, I see an object far away, drifting closer to the coastline. Why haven't I noticed it before? As I watch it, it appeared to form in the shape of a ship, one I haven't seen around the docks before. Deciding it's just a travelling ship, I turn back around and head back inside, ready to shut my eyes until tomorrow.

Translations:

Fratello - Brother (Italian)

Nonno - Grandfather (Italian)

Vaffanculo - Go fuck yourself (Italian)

Buona notte - Good night (Italian)

Guten Nacht - Good night (German)