I'm so sorry...it's another pirate one...and another Spamano one...you may well want to kill me after this.

I don't own hetalia.

Antonio stared at the scowling boy of around his age stood in the clearing of a forest. His reddish brown hair was in his eyes but the boy made no attempt to move it, choosing instead to glare at Antonio. this wasn't the first time this had happened. One minute Antonio would be finger painting or playing football and the next he'd be here in the clearing with the Angry boy. He'd been calling him the angry boy because he wouldn't tell Antonio his name, he refused to call Antonio by his name, referring to him instead as 'Bastard' a word which Antonio didn't know the meaning of but was fairly certain wasn't the sort of name he should want to be called.

"Hola" he always said hello to the boy no matter what, even on the occasions when he threw things and called him mean names.

"Fuck off" the boy retorted, this was exactly why Antonio didn't spend a lot of time talking to him, although he had always wondered why the boy was so intent on being grouchy all the time. Fuck off seemed to be his standard reply to any question Antonio asked, 'What's your name?' 'Where are you from?' 'Why are you so angry all the time?' all were met with a snarl of 'Fuck off' with no exceptions.

"Mama says you aren't real" muttered the boy, placing his hands over his ears and turning away from Antonio. That was new, maybe if the angry boy felt like speaking then he could find out what was going on.

"What?" He asked.

"I thought I said fuck off!" snapped the Angry boy, shooting Antonio what he assumed was the most venomous glare that the boy had in his arsenal.

"But you-" The world around them swam briefly before Antonio woke up curled up in his bed back at home, the duvet tucked up under his chin. But he was freezing cold, as though he had been traipsing around out side instead of being cuddled up at home.

19 years later

"Will you be careful with that!" scolded Alice, as Antonio stumbled with the box,

"No, I thought I'd just drop the priceless artifact on the floor" Antonio retorted, he hated the tiny English woman, she was two years younger than him but she was so self important and seemed to delight in treating Antonio like a child.

"Don't you get snarky with me, put it down gently then get your bloody arse to reception, you have a class to take around the museum" Alice replied, stalking out of the room and flicking her long blonde pigtails behind her, Antonio would have made a very rude gesture had his hands not been preoccupied with holding a chunk of old ship mast...And then what Alice said sank in. Brilliant, he loved children, this was one of the parts of the job that Antonio truly enjoyed, it must have shown on his face because Alice called back to him "And wipe that idiotic grin off your face!"

Antonio stuck his tongue out before laying down the ancient piece of mast in the display case and making sure that it was at the perfect angle for people to see the slight charring from when the ship was the victim of a fire. He was so proud of the museum, it had been falling apart when he first joined, but he and the other people who worked and volunteered there had put in a lot of effort and now the building was beautiful and well cared for. Although when he'd first taken the job he had no idea that the old building would need almost as much care as the fragile artifacts.

The only problem with the museum was that it was in England. Moving to England had been a terrible idea, the weather was horrible, the food was terrible and worst of all Alice (meany face) Kirkland lived there.

But on the plus side, he hadn't had one of his 'moments' as his mother called them for coming up to eleven years. Although he did have the occasional moment when he felt as though he was going to go into one and he had heard voices occasionally, but nothing distinct and nothing that sounded even remotely like the child.

Antonio stood back, satisfied with his job before he went down to reception to find the class he was meant to give a tour to, he really hoped it was the infant school again. They had loved Antonio's mini lesson about pirates and privateers, he and Alice were both specialists in that particular field.

Much to his dismay however, the class Antonio was showing round were a senior school class, which meant that he didn't get to dress up in his pirate costume. That would be a shame, he loved his pirate costume and he'd been told by quite a few people that it was the highlight of their visit to the museum.

So Antonio started showing the large group of grumpy teenagers around the exhibition, which was Antonio's pride and joy because he'd put a lot of the items behind the glass.

As Antonio passed the large replica ships wheel he couldn't help but give it a spin, it had become a habit of his and it wasn't going to be one that he was going to be ditching in any kind of a hurry.

They were now approaching a small section of the museum which had some of the more personal items that sailors would have had. Shoes, cups, journals. Antonio didn't recognize a good number of these because it was Alice who had arranged them. His eyes caught sight of a small comb that was fairly unremarkable but seemed to ring a bell for some reason, well, he'd better get on with the tour, there was no time to get sentimental over a little wooden comb. Occasionally he would be struck by the realization that the men and the odd woman who had owned those items were dead and that they would never hold those objects again and it made him a little sad, but he'd never tell anyone, they'd never let him hear the end of it.

"For the love of fuck!" shrieked a voice, Antonio shot a stern look at the group of teenagers behind him, really was there any need for language like that?

"Don't, I can't swim!"

Antonio felt dizzy, the floor was swaying beneath him, what on earth, the voice started to overlap, as though it was saying everything it would normally say over the course of a couple of days. There was now a sharp throbbing pain in Antonio's temple, he didn't need this, this hadn't happened before. The voices yes, but the dizziness and pain in his skull were an un welcome new comer; perhaps if he took a pain killer and had a drink everything would go back to normal? Yeah, he was probably just over worked, that must be it, this couldn't be happening again.

"Are you okay?" asked the tentative voice of the teacher.

"I think I need to sit down" Antonio gasped before slumping forward onto the poor over worked, under payed, unsuspecting teacher.

He could hear foot steps and then Alice yelling "Out of my way, I'm a qualified first aider"

Antonio had just enough time to say "No, I don't think paracetamol is going to cut it" before everything went black.