I had never really been very good at social interactions; that was my twin brother's job. I politely agreed when spoken too, but other than that, I sat quietly at social events.

My name is Lovino Vargas, Grandson of the third richest man in the world, and I hate people.

Lovino's POV

"DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?! Watch the fuck where you're going bastard!" I yelled at the server, glaring angrily at the red spots dripping down my clean white shirt.

"I'm sorry sir." The waiter mumbled, green eyes downcast, brown hair flopping over them.

"I'll see you fired for this." I hissed as I stalked away. Nonno was having a backyard party, and guests spattered our back patio. The ground was covered by flagstones, and had a fountain in the middle. A catering tent was set up to the right, servers strewn about offering wine and appetizers. Water flowed down from the nearest wall of our mansion and flooded our man-made river, lily pads and ducks entertained the guests nearby.

I stormed across the stones and across the bridge, scaring ducks from underneath. Angrily, I rushed up through the garden and our house steps, bursting through the huge wooden doors. Being in the mid-summer, all the guests were outdoors, and as I slammed the grand double doors behind me I let out a frustrated grunt. No servants or maids were to be seen around the spacious ground floor, marble pillars stationed in key points along the grey streaked granite floor. My dress shoes clicked as I walked along and up the mahogany stairs that centered the room, and into the long hallway down to my room. Plush red carpet lay in the middle of the wooden corridor, absorbing my tension as my feet sank in ever so slightly. I reached my room and entered, slamming the door behind me. I walked across my huge room, stomping and scaring the fish in the tank to my right; I jerked my tie loose and dumped it on my floor followed by my shirt. The maids would look after it. I changed into my boots and jeans, not bothering to put on a fresh shirt. I flopped down onto my bed to calm down a bit before going for a little walk. My dark blue duvet sucked me in however, and I unwillingly fell asleep.

Antonio's POV

That damn little brat. Why did I have to choose this cover? I mean, I could have done tons of other things, gardener, house keeper, but no. Even though I was leaving tonight, and was planning on quitting anyways. I had never been fired before, and I had already decided on how to teach that rich punk a lesson.

I poked the pin into the window locked and twisted it, the window clicked and I cringed at the sudden sound in the darkness. The moon shone on me as I snuck into Lovino's room, surprised to find him shirtless. What? Who sleeps with their boots on, I thought to myself, before shaking my head and fastening a gag in place. I quickly tied ropes around his arms and wrists, cringing as they left red marks on his bare chest. Unfortunately I only had fiber ropes, but on the bright side he only had to bear it for a short while. The smaller man grunted and woke up, he screamed and cursed, the gag cutting him short. I shook my head,

"Quiet mi amigo, we'll be at the harbor in a short time. If you don't squirm it won't hurt so much." I shot him an apologetic look, which he returned with a menacing glare. Throwing him up over my shoulder, I returned out the window and into the night. Running along the rooftops, I hoped Liz and Gil would have the ship ready. Knowing them, I assumed they would be perfectly ready, and be sitting around getting drunk. I chuckled and shifted the boy on my shoulder. Lovino made no attempt to stop screaming, but apparently had heeded my advice about not moving as much. I thought back to when I saw him the first time, his weird hair curl sticking out of the right side of his head, obvious amongst the rest of his dark reddish brown hair. His angry amber eyes, the stubborn pout his jaw always seemed to be set in. I pursed my lips as I hopped across a gap between roofs; he was thin, pretty light. I doubted this boy had any muscle at all, that's what you get from living the life of the rich and relaxed I guess. I snapped out of my thoughts as the harbor came into view.

"Madalena." I whispered the name of my ship into the darkness,

"Mi amor, te extrañé." I muttered lovingly in Spanish. Stopping only momentarily to admire the view ahead of me; my ship grand against the calm waters, big enough to make the other ships look like paddle boats. Standing proud against the dark sky, the moon shining an eerie light along the deck. I sighed and kept running, reaching the edge of the roofs. I jumped off the edge and into a wheelbarrow full of hay, onto the stone ground. I slid Lovino back farther on my shoulder, and boarded my ship.

"¡Hola amigos!" I shouted to my crew, putting Lovino down on the deck.

"I brought a new friend!" I said happily as my crew came out of the shadows.

"Let's get this ship moving!" They cheered and set to work. Searching around for a moment, I lead Lovino along to a woman,

"Liz, find Gil and meet in my cabin as soon as we're out of harbor." I smiled and she nodded,

"Yes sir," She caught my sleeve as I started to turn away.

"Welcome back Toni." She smiled and turned back to her work. I nodded and pulled Lovino along behind me to my cabin. When we got there, I untied his ropes and set them to the side. He yarded the gag off and slapped me across the face with it.

"THE HELL ARE YOU THINKING BASTARD?! DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM? YOU CAN'T KIDNAP ME!" He yelled immediately, hitting me over and over feebly.

"My family will have search parties out as soon as possible! You better give up now bastard." He hissed at me but shrunk back to look at the chafing left by the ropes.

"Fucking rope burn, don't you have anything more fucking comfortable?!" He yelled, trying to cover his bare chest.

"I'm sorry being kidnapped wasn't comfortable mi amigo." I said sarcastically.

"You recognize me?" I added, hanging my head,

"Yes sir." I muttered, jogging his memory. Lovino gaped,

"You! You're the one who spilt wine on me!" He worked himself back up into a yell, cursing at me.

"Calm down amigo let's get you a shirt." I pushed the boy to sit on my bunk, and turned to fish through my closet, finally coming away with a light white blouse that likely wouldn't fit his small frame.

"No way in hell bastard." Lovino said, crossing his arms and turning up his nose.

"Well, this is the smallest shirt I have, but you know you could always go without, I wouldn't mind." I finished with a wink. I laughed at his expression as he grabbed the shirt out of my hands, and yanked it over his head.

"Fucking pervert." He muttered as I lead him back out of my cabin.

Minutes later, I had shown Lovino to his cabin and was now explaining the situation to Gil and Liz, my first and second mates.

"I don't understand why he's here." Elizaveta asked in an annoyed tone. Gilbert prodded her arm,

"Why you being so un-awesome Liz? C'mon it'll be fun!" She looked to me expectantly,

"He is Lovino Vargas, a little rich snob. I brought him here because I'm curious about him, and I think he would be an interesting addition to the crew in time." I shrugged.

"Nothing more to it I guess." Laughing I fist bumped Gil and smiled at Liz,

"When we're safely away, can you assemble the crew to meet him?" Elizaveta nodded,

"Sure Antonio."

A/N

We're back! This is my first try at a Hetalia Spamano fic, I hope you like it and i promise the story will get better!