Castille sauntered into the elaborate church, figuring it would be empty. It was in the middle of the week after all but he should have known better than to assume such things. He quickly realized that he was not the only one in the church. There was a pale, slender figure kneeling by the altar at the front of the sanctuary. The Spaniard raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued but he kept quiet. He might be a pirate but he had been raised Catholic. He knew better than to disturb someone when they were praying unless they needed it. This boy, an altar boy from the robes he was wearing, didn't seem to need disturbing so Castille decided to leave him alone. He quietly walked up to the front row of pews, his eyes flickering around the sanctuary. It was familiar to the man, though it had been several years, much longer than he cared to remember, since he had been in a church. He watched the pale figure as they prayed. It had been a long time since Castille had seen someone so pale. He was used to tan skinned people being around him. He didn't really mind, of course, but the pale figure was different and had caught his interest. Suddenly the boy's head lifted and he stood as if preparing to go somewhere else. Then he turned around and noticed that he was not alone. The boy's red eyes widened, his mouth forming into a surprised o. Castille smirked, thoroughly amused at the reaction his mere presence had caused.
"Easy, pequeño, I did not mean to startle you. I merely wanted to see the church." He spoke, his voice thick with a rich Spanish accent. A bright blush spread up the boy's cheeks as he ducked his head.
"I'm sorry if I disturbed you, sir." Castille laughed softly.
"You did not disturb me, pequeño. I should be the one apologizing for disturbing you, you were the one praying after all." He pointed out. The boy glanced up at him shyly. Castille took a moment to study the pale boy. He looked like a scrawny fourteen year old and his white hair was surprisingly messy for an altar boy. He was different but then again, Castille liked different sometimes.
"I see. Is there anything I can help you with while you're here?" The boy asked, the bright blush finally beginning to fade from his cheeks. Castille smirked, shaking his head slightly.
"No, pequeño, nothing as of right now." He replied absently, his gaze shifting to the stained glass windows of the church.
"Alright, if you're sure, sir." The boy turned to leave as Castille's gaze returned to him.
"No need to leave, I'm not going to be here much longer." The Spaniard commented and the boy paused turning to look at Castille over his shoulder. There was a faint smile on his lips as he glanced at the Spaniard.
"I would but I have things to do, otherwise Father Feliks will get angry." He replied. Castille raised an eyebrow.
"And you do everything he tells you too?"
"Ja, why wouldn't I?" Castille threw his head back and laughed, the sound echoing slightly in the sanctuary, making the pale boy flinch. "Please don't be so loud… Father Feliks likes the church to be quiet." He spoke and Castille grinned at him.
"Oh, I know your Father Feliks, pequeño. Trust me, I can deal with him." The Spaniard spoke, chuckling darkly. The boy blinked his eyes widening.
"You know each other?" he asked and Castille nodded at him, his grin switching to a smirk again.
"Sí, we do. It's been a while since we've seen each other, though." He answered idly, propping his elbows on the back of the pew in front of him. The boy smiled shyly for a brief moment before seeming to realize something.
"Oh, I'm sorry, where are my manners. I'm Nicholas. Pleased to meet you." He spoke and Castille smiled warmly.
"Pleased to meet you, Nicholas, I'm Castille." The Spaniard introduced himself just as a side door opened, revealing a slender blonde with bright green eyes. Castille smirked at the androgynous figure, who was scowling at him. "Hola padre Feliks, it's been too long." He spoke grinning. Feliks' eyes narrowed at the Spaniard before they turned to Nicholas.
"Don't you have work to be doing?" he commented and Nicholas nodded, seeming to shrink away from the Polish man.
"Ja, I was just about to get started on that." He replied, his voice sounding as if he was trying not to stammer. Castille didn't like that. He didn't like that at all. Feliks turned back to Castille, folding his arms across his chest.
"Like what brings you here, Castille? I thought I totally told you that you were no longer welcome here." He spoke, still scowling. Castille merely smirked as he stood.
"You can't kick me out of my home village, Padre. Besides, I was having a pleasant conversation with your assistant before you interrupted us." He replied, a cold edge to his voice. Nicholas' eyes widened and he seemed to pale further if that was even possible. Feliks raised an eyebrow.
"Oh, like you were? Well, he totally has work to do so I suggest you leave him alone."
"Is that an order?" Castille remarked, grinning. Feliks glared at him.
"If it needs to be, I can make it one." The blonde replied and Castille laughed.
"How quaint, Padre. And here I thought men of the cloth were supposed to be tolerant." He teased and added, "Don't get so worked up I was about to be leaving anyway." Feliks gave him a look that clearly said he didn't believe him.
"Well you totally know where the door is, Castille. Like I suggest you show yourself out." Castille smirked.
"Adios Padre, adios Nicholas." He spoke over his shoulder as he headed for the door. He had reached the door when voices reached his ears.
"Like what have I told you about talking to strangers?!"
"He said he was here to see the church!" Castille paused and turned, seeing Nicholas cringing away from the irate Polish priest. Castille raised an eyebrow, starting to stride back over to them.
"That one you totally need to stay far away from-Like I thought I told you to leave, Carriedo." The Spaniard smirked as he threw an arm around Nicholas' shoulders. He was not surprised when the boy tensed up and could see the surprised, almost horrified look on the pale face out of the corner of his eye.
"I don't like how you're treating the pequeño. He's going to come with me." Castille spoke, shifting to guide the confused and slightly paralyzed Nicholas out of the church. Feliks stepped in his path.
"Like you take one step out of this church with him and I will call the guards." The Pole hissed and Castille smirked, leaning forward.
"Go right ahead and do that. They won't stop me." He commented before continuing on his way, Nicholas in tow and leaving behind a sputtering priest. Once they were outside, Castille headed to where he'd left his horse, a black Andalusian stallion. "This is Diablo. Come on, we should get going before Padre actually calls the guards." He spoke, motioning for Nicholas to get on. The boy seemed to snap out of his shock as he shook his head almost frantically.
"I can't leave I'll get in trouble!" he replied trying to back away. He seemed to have forgotten that Castille still had his arm around his shoulders. The Spaniard just smirked, shifting to lift the scrawny boy onto Diablo. "Wh-wait no! I told you I can't leave! What are you doing?!" Nicholas demanded seeming close to freaking out.
"Relax, pequeño, you won't fall off." Castille commented making sure he was settled before settling into the saddle behind him. Nicholas clung to the front of the saddle making an odd noise as Castille guided Diablo away from the church and toward the place he had in mind for them to lay low for a day or two before leaving. Castille wasn't going to be sticking around long with an angry Pole after him. He was rather used to people chasing after him though. It was nothing new to him but he wanted to keep his new charge safe and away from Feliks. He was not going to let that priest, or anyone else for that matter, lay a hand on Nicholas ever again.
So … apparently I got a visit from my friend's Duchy Prussia and my Conquistador Spain was instantly like 'this is mine, all mine' … and yeah well this is what happened orz All I have to say is that Castille you are an arrogant little asshole! Enjoy and review! – UPDATED! Just made some grammatical tweaks and Duchy got a new name after some research my friend has done.