Hello my fellow readers! I haven't posted anything in a while because of lack of motivation, etc. But now I have finally began writing a story that has caught my attention greatly. If you all like it, I'll totes write more and more! Yep, this is a Spain/Fem!romano fic and it'll get to that later on. Also, may I mention that other side pairings will come up. Like Germany/Fem!italy, France/Fem!england, America/Fem!canada and perhaps more! Please enjoy! ^^

prologue

She breathed heavily as she ran, looking back frantically and her eyes widened. They were catching up to her. She wouldn't dare call for help, she could deal with this on her own, she was perfectly capable of taking care of herself. If her nonno found out about this she'd be in DEEP shit. She turned a sharp corner, yelping as she almost slipped. She continued to run, her lungs burning. If only she could stop for some air, was that too much to fucking ask! Looking back, she realized they were catching up quickly. There were about four of them, the one in the lead had curly hair, if she had seen correctly in this blinding darkness. But what she DID see were those eyes. Those gorgeous, emerald- Wait! This was really not the fucking time to be thinking about some scums eyes! She yelped as she felt his fingers brush against the tip of her hair; he was at arms distance! This gave her enough adrenaline to push herself to go a little faster. She took another turn into a dark alley, silently praying that they didn't see her take that turn. Her prayers were not answered. There were four shadows at the entrance of the alley, the outline of the four men glowing in the moonlight. The one ahead of them all, the leader, stepped forward and she could finally see the man's face. Just like she had thought she saw, he had curly brown hair and big emerald eyes. Her eyes widened in shock and she stepped back further, against the dead end wall. It wasn't his appearance that bothered her. It was his clothes. He had on a a red button up suit, underneath, was a tucked in white shirt with brown ripped shorts and brown boots. The hat that he wore was also red, to match his suit, along with a white feather. As one would guess, he was a pirate. She was definitely scared now. Her nonno had warned her about pirates when she was little, very many times. But...That was in the past now. She was grown, able to take care of herself (in her opinion) and she wanted out. Out of her home, out into the real world, away from her overprotective nonno that cared more for her younger and more talented sister. Now she wasn't so sure that getting abducted by pirates was such a bad idea…Unless they knew who she was! Or if they wanted her for her body! Or for physical labor! Perhaps that's why they had chased her in the first place, for one of those reasons. Maybe being abducted by them wasn't such a great idea after all.

"Hola," The so said leader chuckled, stepping closer to her "You sure ran fast, Niña," he cooed, smirking and he reached out a hand to caress her cheek. She gasped, slapping his hand away "Don't you DARE touch me b-bastard! Do you know who I-…er...d-don't you know not to put your dirty fucking hands on things that aren't yours!?" she spat at him. The three men behind the leader began to laugh. The man before her grinned wide and raised an eyebrow, laughing "What a mouth you got on you, senorita," he commented, grabbing her wrist quickly before she could move out of the way and he turned her around, gripping her wrists tightly as she struggled against his chest "L-Let me go!" she yelled at him, her eyes widening as a cloth was pressed against her face; over her nose and mouth "Shh, it'll be okay pequena, stop struggling," he said to her softly, smirking as the cloth began to do its job and he felt her begin to go limp in his arms. The last thing she saw before passing out was the stone wall; the dead end that had stopped her from escaping.

When she awoke, there they were again. Those emerald eyes. Where had she seen them again..? Where was she even?! She sat up quickly, almost hitting her head against the mans in the process. She hissed in pain, her hands flying up to hold her head; she had a horrible headache "Wh-Where the fuck am I?!" she shouted. Then she remembered the events of the night before. This man and his damn buddies had kidnapped her "You rotten pirate! Who the fuck are you?! Why did you take me?! What the HELL is going on?" The girl shouted at the man; asking all her questions at once. The man laughed "Whoa, slow down there, I can't answer all of those at once," he said, an amused smile on his face. She glared at him. What did he think this was, a game?! She opened her mouth to speak again, but he put a finger to her lip, silencing her "I'm Antonio Fernandez Carriedo. I'm also the captain of this ship; YOUR captain. So you may address me as Captain Carriedo or just Captain," he explained, smiling goofily down at her. Well damn, he was airheaded. She rolled her eyes, pushing away his hand from her lips; a faint blush on her cheeks. Didn't he know that he shouldn't be giving out his full name? He was a kidnapper after all and if she were to escape, he'd be reported and a wanted outlaw for the rest of his miserable fucking life "Also, to answer all your other questions, you're on a ship! My ship, to be exact, and you will be staying with us, mi amiga! I brought you here because I need some help with my ship. You see, when we go on our raids, we need someone to protect our ship. Which, of course, will only be possible with training, so we will provide you with such," he explained, the smile never leaving his face "Besides, we could use some help with chores around deck anyways," The girl paused, thinking it all over. This wasn't so bad, minus the whole chores part…maybe this could work after all, as long as he never figured out who she really was "And just what the hell makes you think I'll even participate in this whole training and taking care of the ship? What if I decided to sail the ship away during one of your silly raids?" she replied calmly, smirking up at him. The Captain chuckled "The anchor is huge, it's impossible to get it back up on the ship without at least four men. Oh and as for refusing training, wouldn't that be bad on your part, pequena? Who knows, other men might just take you instead of the ship, and use you for private reasons, if you know what I'm referring to," he answered her question, still smiling. She huffed in frustration "Okay fine, WHATEVER. But when I want off this ship to go back home, then you're taking me back. My orders!" she spat. Captain Carriedo snorted in amusement "Gee, you're so funny, I like you! What's your name anyways, senorita?" he asked, his emerald eyes sparkling. He was very much amused by her behavior.

"I'm not funny! And my name…"

She thought this out very carefully. She definitely couldn't tell him who she really was. What was she to tell him..? She decided to go with her nickname; her middle name.

She looked up at the Spaniard, crossing her arms

"Chiara. My name is Chiara,"