A/N: There's actually a large chance that this will end up in an UsUk and Spamano fic... But ah well.

Warning: Human names used. Original Character present. Inspired by the song written by my friend, aaalittlered.

Honestly, Antonio didn't know how it ended up that way. However, one thing was for sure: whether he admitted it or not, directly or indirectly, he, Captain Antonio Fernandez Carriedo, played quite a part in it.

"Capitan!"

The girl who had called him peeked through his cabin door. She had the same sun-kissed skin he had, and jet black hair tied in a messy ponytail. She had bright eyes and lush pink lips, but her features were sharp – much like his as well – and he chuckled as he recalled it, she was "one tough chica".

"Capitan Arturo and Capitan Francis have come aboard."

Antonio released a soft chuckle. "Si. Gracias," he started, grabbing his coat and tossing a bottle of wine to the girl, who caught it quite easily, "Bring that to my dining deck and serve some for both of them – and yourself."

"Si Capitan." And with a thud of the door, she had gone.

The Captain of the Spanish Armada, and the very personification of Spain himself, hurriedly ran a hand through his hair, fixing the red ribbon that bound it before rushing out to follow his right hand man – er, woman. She was found by him upon reaching his dining quarters, pointing a dagger at the French pirate.

"It's okay, amigo," Antonio started, coming in and moving his best friend away from his feisty subordinate, "Alicia is very nice when you get to know her."

Francis, on his audacity, pretended to be shocked, "That was a woman?"

If Alicia didn't like it, she said nothing but withdrew and sheathed her dagger. However, she turned to the other occupant of the room, "You left something the last time you were here, Capitan Arturo. That is why we have asked you to come onto the ship."

The English pirate grew a vibrant shade of red, "Wh-what are you talking about?" He missed the glimmer of mischief in the young Spaniard's eye.

Both Antonio and Alicia smirked, exchanging knowing glances, and Francis blinked at the scene, "Arthur, mon ami, is there something you aren't telling me?" he teased.

A different dagger was thrown this time, and Alicia had to pull Francis away from its sharp sting. Scowling, the young woman crossed her arms over her chest, "Tch," she muttered, "And you call yourself a Capitan."

"She was serious…" Antonio began, predatorily making his way towards Arthur, who only grumbled under his breath, "… When she said that you left something behind."

"Eh?" the Brit honestly looked confused, "What is it, then?"

Antonio pulled him by the hand quite shamelessly and led him out, "It is in my quarters."

"Capitan!" called Alicia. Antionio looked back. She tossed him a small vial with light, pinkish liquid and the Captain grinned.

"This is why I can't let you go, Alicia," and Antonio left, leaving the young woman smirking at them.

Francis eyed her with curiosity, "So… You are pining for him, huh?"

Alicia raised an eyebrow, "What are you talking about, Capitan Francis?" she demanded, pouring wine into two glasses before handing one to the Frenchman. She was, after all, only being polite.

"Toni," Francis breathed out, taking the glass she offered, "You have feelings for-"

But he stopped talking when the young Spaniard burst out laughing.

"… Was I wrong?"

The young girl wiped away her tears of laughter and took a drink of wine, "Capitan and I are like…" she paused and waved a hand dismissively, "Familia." She grinned at his shocked expression, "You could say that I am a part of him." She stressed the last few fragments as her eyes twinkled with delight, "That, and my loyalties lie with nobody else…"

"And that shackles you to him."

Alicia's eyes narrowed dangerously, "What do you mean?"

"I know Toni," Francis began, talking slow steps towards her, "He is rather possessive, is he not?" And to prove his point, a few moans of pleasure emanated from the decks below. "I am quite positive that he never lets you out of this ship without him, or without an escort,"

Alicia's breathing began to hitch, but she decided to say nothing. The Frenchman smirked.

"Toni likes keeping his treasures, hmm?" he continued, taking a graceful sip from his wine before placing it upon the nearest surface, "You know of his beloved henchman, of course?"

"Romano," the Spanish woman said shortly, meeting Francis' blue eyes.

"And you know where he is exactly?"

That was when Alicia snapped, "What do you want from me, Capitan Francis?" she demanded, edging away from the Frenchman, one hand to the sheathed dagger at her side.

"Non, mon cher," A faint blush crept upon her cheeks as Francis' voice smoothly captivated her as he made his way towards her step by step, "The question is, rather, what would you like from me?" Brown orbs turned away, but Francis used a gentle hand to lift her chin so that she could face him, "I have a ship, excellent food, a lovely crew, many beautiful places to visit and the one thing I can see you yearning for more than anything else."

Alicia shuddered as she felt Francis' breath slowly pressing upon her skin as he whispered those words to her, "Wh-what is that?" she asked the Captain who nuzzled her neck.

"Your freedom."

And Alicia's wine glass came crashing to the floor.

X.o.X

"A-ah! Antonio!"

The Captain of the Spanish Armada was now definitely giving the English Captain everything he had 'left'. The blond was pressed up against the walls of the Captain's quarters, moaning into the crook of Antonio's neck.

"You didn't let me say goodbye properly," the Spaniard whispered into Arthur's ear seductively, "You promised that we-"

Glass crashing against the wooden floors above made both Arthur and Antonio stop, "Wh-what was that?"

"Sh." Antonio pressed a soft kiss upon his lover's cheek.

For a moment, Arthur remained silent. "Hey, Antonio," began Arthur, "Did… Did we really leave Alicia with Francis up there?"

All of a sudden, Antonio tensed. His hold on the blond loosened and his expression darkened. Arthur saw his eyes narrow and there was a soft pair of lips that pecked him on the cheek, "Gracias, mi amor."

Arthur drew a deep breath to cool himself down before he returned the discarded pieces of clothing back unto his body.

Antonio ran back up to his dining deck, worried beyond belief about his beloved hija, only to find Francis – standing straddled with his arms pinned to his back, and a dagger to his throat – with Alicia angrily grasping his arm.

"Ow-ouch-"

"Touch me, you bastard, and I will castrate you and make you choke on your own balls before-"

Ah, that string of curses would make Arthur proud. "Alicia!" Antonio called out, and immediately, the young girl released the French Captain. Francis rubbed his wrists and raised a curious eyebrow as the Spanish Captain ran to fawn over the young woman, "Are you all right? Did he do something to you-"

"More of she did something to me, Toni," his best friend muttered, but Toni ignored him.

"No, Capitan," replied Alicia, avoiding her Captain's gaze guiltily, "Capitan Francis just gave me an offer that I had to refuse… Profoundly."

Antonio glared at Francis, who shrugged, "Nothing you do not already know, mon ami."

The Spanish Captain sighed, "Francis, amigo, I think I'll talk to you outside."

Francis shrugged and waltzed out of the room. As expected, Arthur was waiting for him by the doorway, "What the hell did you say now?"

"Something the girl needs to know," replied Francis, tilting his head ever so slightly to face the Englishman, "I mean, it doesn't even have to be me – and I think she has the right to know that."

The Frenchman was about to walk further when Arthur spoke, "You don't understand what you're dealing with, frog."

And without waiting for a retort, Arthur went back into the dining room, just as Antonio walked out to converse with his best and most trusted friend. As the door shut, Arthur found the young girl picking up shards of broken glass from the floor.

"Tch," he grumbled, catching Alicia's attention, "Toni underestimates you."

Alicia chuckled, "He is just worried…" she began, looking up to meet Arthur's softening eyes, "As are you, I suppose… But you forget who I am. Regardless of all this, I am still-"

"You are still a woman."

With that, Alicia froze. Her hands grew numb and loose, and all the shards she had picked up crashed back once more upon the grazed, wooden floors. Her eyes were threatened by tears but they faced Arthur's emerald ones with much fervour, "I don't need to be reminded," she growled.

Arthur sighed, "Don't say it like it's a bad thing, m'dear," he began, walking across the room to look out the window, "But you know, he is right."

"What?" Alicia breathed out, "Who?"

"Francis." Arthur replied shortly, making Alicia turn a light shade of pink, "He was honest with you, and you do have a choice."

"I…" she stammered and attempted to find her words, "I don't think so."

"Oh, but you do," Arthur turned to her this time, "You have a choice. There are more things for you beyond these seas, beyond this ship."

Alicia frowned, "I can't leave Capitan Antonio alone."

Arthur laughed hollowly, "You always can, my dear," repeated the Englishman.

"You just choose not to."

X.o.X

Antonio kept a close watch on his young hija after that… And Alicia knew what he was doing.

Weeks passed and the Armada had passed the English at least four times, and the French at least twice – one of which was at a port in the border of France and Spain. Although he left the ship in the docks, Antonio made sure that Alicia was never alone on board with the crew.

"Buenos dias, Capitan Arturo!"

A loud grumble was heard from the Spanish Captain's bed, and the blond attempted to cover himself with the sheets some more. He groaned again, noting that the cheery tune of the young woman's voice was akin to his lover's. He sighed, "Where are we?"

"Ports of Aragon," replied the young Spaniard quite shakily. Arthur did notice. She set the tray of food down on a table before drawing the curtains and letting sunlight stream into the room, "We've just anchored."

"Bloody hell," Arthur brought a hand to his head, "Antonio, that bastard…"

Alicia chuckled and brought the tray over to Arthur, "He wanted to get a better lunch for the both of you in the port – he knows you're sore,"

Arthur's eyes narrowed, no longer surprised at how much she knew, "And whose fault is that, exactly?"

"Have some tea," the Brit rolled his eyes at her segue, but sat up, his lithe chest exposed as he reached out for the cup. Alicia eyed him and sighed – Arthur certainly was Antonio's type: his captain liked them pretty, cute, but feisty, challenging and always playing hard-to-get. Alicia was already like that, so for her…

"It's rude to stare."

"Los siento," Arthur still couldn't fathom just how similar Alicia and Antonio could be, but she tore her gaze away and handed him a plate of bread and butter, "I didn't mean anything by it…"

Arthur stared at her, until he finally sighed, "I'm not going to stop you, you know."

Alicia's eyes darted up, full of understanding, "But I can't, Capitan."

"You always can," continued Arthur, taking a sip of tea and knowing he'll have a pain in the ass for this later, "You just choose not to – as always."

The young girl had a hard expression before she bit her lower lip and sighed exasperatedly, "I miss my home."

"Here."

And Arthur offered his wrist, "Tie me to the bed."

Alicia blinked. Twice. "What?"

"Tie me to the bed," repeated the Brit, "You know very well that Antonio would not believe that you would be able to over-power me without me letting my guard down… So, tie me."

For a moment, Alicia just stared at him, but then, she pulled on the red ribbon that bound her hair and tugged it off, "I owe you for this, Capitan Arturo," and she bound the Englishman's dominant hand to the bed post, "… Although I've been made aware that you like kinky things like this."

And Alicia smirked as the Brit turned a shade of red that would give a tomato a run for its money, and he pelted the bread knife at her head, missing only because she evaded, "Shut up!"

Arthur, however, grinned despite himself, "Go now. I know you miss this town."

Alicia didn't need telling twice. She bowed and muttered a low, "Gracias." Before she stumbled out of the room. At that very moment, Arthur mentally kicked himself because he knew that his lover would certainly not be amused.

X.o.X

The sails were set and the winds were blowing. The French Navy ready to sail back towards Paris, avoiding the English at all costs, and they reloaded their supplies at the Port of Aragon. Regardless of his cheery crew and the fact that the drunken, erotic Englishman had not stepped any more than five feet towards him, Francis was still quite bothered. Usually, he would love to sail on a day like this: clear blue skies, wide ocean blues that reflected them – he loved the simplicity of things, the beauty of things. Days like this, without war, never came so often.

He turned to his staff captain, who nodded at his gaze, "All hands on deck! Raise the anchor! Move back, then hard to starboard!"

The port was far from his sight when he went up to the bridge and took a rather deep and calming breath.

"Ah," he breathed out, taking in the saltiness of the deep blue seas, "What a wonderful day to set sail – a long day of sailing."

All of a sudden, from the main mast, blur of black and white dropped before him. The large hat she wore above her head looked so familiar – and he realized why, when he was met by a girl with sharp, Hispanic features, a loose white tunic that hung over her shoulders, covering a sleeveless black camisole underneath. Her legs were covered by a thin, black fabric, but her short, layered skirt, with all its lace and intricate details gave everything away. Her boots lightly thumped against the wooden floors and once she stood to look at him, she gave a wide, knowing smirk.

Francis' fleet suddenly began to point their weapons at her direction.

Alicia chuckled, a hand making its way onto her waist, "Care for a stow-away, Capitan?"

A/N: Gracias for reading!