(I don't own hetalia)

The fire burned through the wood of the ship as the crew fought off the offending team, desperate attempts to set up the lifeboats are vain as the bright sparks sent flames in every direction. Bodies float in the salty cold waters below, unlucky men to have fallen. The attacking pirates have raided the burning ship and set off to kill it's occupants. Amidst the chaos, the captains battle each other. The attacking captain with green eyes was starting to fall back due to the strength of the other.

"This is it, England. You will lose!" The Spanish personification swung his sword at the English nation.

Suddenly, England smirked at Spain, "Is it really over?" He slashed at the man, quickly taking him off guard, and reached out to grab an arm he saw trying to hide from him, quickly holding his sword up to the young boy's neck to stop him from struggling.

Spain regained his balance and quickly seeing what the englishman had just caught. The captain gasped at the sight. Shaking in England's grip was a young boy wearing a green dress spotted in blood. His brown curl swung with his hair while tears fell from his hazel green eyes. His arms and legs were covered in bruises.

Spain felt anger bubble up in him as he saw that England held HIS henchman's waist with a sword to his neck, "Roma!" he growled, "Let him go, you bastard!"

England chuckled, "But I said that I would take every bit of treasure you have, and little Romano here," he explained while pressing the sword into Romano's neck enough to draw blood, "is a perfect trophy of your defeat."

Romano winced in pain and Spain growled. He swung at England but the ship suddenly tilted, making all three lose balance and start to fall. England's grip on the personification of South Italy loosened as he jumped on to his ship. Spain growled as he fell into the icy waters, that damned bastard got away!

Resurfacing, the spaniard started to search for Romano. He heard splashing from behind him. Realising that the boy had just fallen in, he quickly swam over to where he was underwater and quickly pulled him into his arms. The younger coughed up water, shivering from the cold and exhaustion.

"Roma…" Spain held the teen closer to him as he kicked over to a piece of floating wood that fell when the ship was burning. He placed the boy on top of it, pulling it away from the burning mess.

"Antonio!"

"Huh?" Spain turned to the sound of his voice, grateful to see his french companion and his crew about to pull the two up.

~(O.O)~

Sighing in relief, Spain wrapped the blanket more tightly around Romano. The boy's lips had turned blue while they had been pulled up and he was worried Romano had hypothermia. They had quickly warmed his up and cleaned and changed both their clothes.

The Italian groaned and moved closer to his caretaker. Spain smiled while stroking the youngers head.

"I won't let anyone take my Lovi away from me."

The boy smile in his sleep, "Toni…"

The Spaniard pulled Romano closer to him, "Te amo, Lovi."

~(O.O)~

"Must ye always be a wee shit ta people?" The Scottish man asked his younger brother.

"Yup!" The blond Englishman grinned.

THE END.