WARNING: Lovi's mouth and hurt Spain. More pairing to come, and not historically accurate. Yes I KNOW there weren't cars, lights, phones, and other electronics when the Armada was sunk. It's Hetalia, it can happen. Deal with it.

Poland: So like hey people, like Romano's gonna like read the disclaimer...

Romano: No I'm not pony bastard!

Poland: Do it or I'll like activate Poland Rule and make Warsaw your capital!

Romano: *sigh* HetaliaShadow does not own Hetalia

Poland: So for like those who don't know, this is a joint account, and like two people are writing this story and like switching every other chappie. Get it? Good :D So you might like see different writing styles

Spain: Lovi~ Give Boss Spain a hug~

Romano: Get away from me bastard!

Poland: Also, they decided to be different and are going to call Romano "Lovinio" aka "Lovi", which is his human name. I like can't wait until I show up.

Lithuania: Poland, I don't think we are in this story...

Chapter 1

Antonio lay in the sand as the noon sun beat down. He stared blankly at the sea. His Armada lay in ruins, destroyed by England. During the fight he had become wounded, and then his Armanda destroyed. He was very weak from this yet instead of worrying about the blood running from between his hands and staining his shirt he worried about his Lovi. Lost in worry he came back to reality when England's cutlass was at his throat.

"Get up." he commanded

Spain weakly rose and looked into England's sea green eyes that glinted with blood lust. England then took a club from one of his men and hit Antonio in the side with it. Spain collapsed back onto the sand. England kicked him sharply in the side, back, and head. His vision swam with red. Then England grabbed Spain by the collar and picked him up. Getting in Spain's face he spoke

"Ah Spain, your once proud Armada is in ruins! And you, too weak to stand. But what I want to know is why? You had a perfectly good chance to attack, yet you didn't? You were defending, but that's not like you at all! But yes, I know, you've fallen for the brat haven't you? You love South Italy yes?" England burst into cruel laughter throwing Spain onto the ground.

"I'll let the tide finish you. Join your Armada in its watery grave!" England yelled before giving Spain one last bone breaking smack in the chest with the club before walking away.

Antonio lay gasping in the sand. Blood ran freely from his sword cuts, he was sure he had some broken bones, and he saw red. Spain slowly slipped into the black still worrying for his Lovi, all alone.

"Bastard? Hey bastard! Spain? Spain! Where are you tomato bastard? Spain? Antonio? Tomato bastard? Please answer me Antonio!" cried a worried Lovino who was growing more worried by the second.

He knew Spain had lost is stupid ship battle. Everyone in town was talking about it. But Lovino didn't care. He didn't care even when Spain talked about it. But the problem was the battle was over and Spain wasn't back. It was nightfall and Spain had promised he'd be back by now. So Lovino had decided to come look for him. He walked along the beach stepping around the pieces of ship that washed ashore.

"Ant— Ow! what the hell?" yelled Lovino from the sand. He had tripped over something.

"S-Spain!" yelled Lovino

"Spain?" Lovino asked gently shaking Spain's shoulders.

Antonio didn't respond.

Lovino held back the tears when he saw how beaten up Spain was. He had a black eye, his left arm was bent at a weird angle, and there was blood everywhere. Spain's shirt was soaked in it and there was dried blood on his hands and face. He quickly checked Spain's pulse.

It was there.

Lovino knew he had to help Spain so he put Spain's right arm around his shoulder and stood. He dragged the unconscious Spain down the beach, into the sleeping town and to the Spaniards house. He opened the door and turned on the light. Dragging Spain to the couch he gently laid him on it. Then rushing around he got water, some wet cloths, a pillow, gauze, and medical tape.

Lovi put Spain's head under the pillow then wiped the blood off with a cloth. He cleaned the dried blood from Spain's hands and then sat down. He knew he had to take off Spain's shirt so he could get to the other wounds but he didn't want to.

"It's not for me, it's for Spain. Not that I care about the tomato bastard though!" Lovi thought to himself before opening Spain's shirt.

The sight made his blood grow cold, then hot. Anger rushed through him and a wave of nausea. Tears now poured freely from his eyes. Spain's body had cuts from sword slashes all over, and deep purple bruises covered his ribs and stomach. He looked like he may have some broken ribs. Lovi carefully wiped away the blood and cleaned the cuts. He then put gauze on it and taped it on. He set Spain's arm and put it in a cast. Then he found a blanket and covered Spain with it.

Lovino went to his room at Spain's house and grabbed a pillow and blanket. He set them on the floor and went back into the kitchen. He got his phone and called the only person who cared about him besides Spain, his brother Feliciano.

"Hello? Vhat do you vant?" asked a voice from the other end that was certainty not his brothers.

"Put my brother on the phone you damn potato bastard!" Lovi yelled

"But you called my house!" said Germany

"What? Just put Feli on the damn phone!"

"Ok, fine here."

"Hi big brother!" an overly cheery voice said from the other end.

"Why the hell did you give me Germany's house number and say it was you?" Lovi yelled

"Well I do spend a lot of time here…" Feli said

"Damnit never mind. Look Feli, Spain's hurt and I need you to come help me."

"Ve! Big brother Spain is hurt!" yelled Italy who started crying

"Yes. Please come, I-I need you." Lovi said stumbling over the stupid words

"Ve'll be there shortly. You're at Spain's house I see, very vell."

"Wha—" Lovi cursed.

Of course his brother would be with the potato bastard. And of course he'd start crying and run away leaving Germany to deal with his problem. He should have known better. Now he has deal with Spain, his over hyper brother, and a potato bastard.

Lovi turned the light out and walked over to Spain. The bruises on Spain's face reminded him of his anger at who did it.

He vowed

"I'll get that son-of-a-bitch who hurt you Spain. I'll make him pay." Lovi said gravely.

"Even if I don't care about Sp- tomato bastard."

Poland: So like, who's gonna tell them to review?

Lithuania: You just did...

Poland: Like seriously? Wow.

Russia: Kolkolkolkolkolkol

Poland: So like anyway, to save yourself from my awesome "Poland Rule", review.

Lithuania: Or to save yourself from Russia *shivers*

Russia: Kolkolkol

Spain: I'll make Romano cook pasta for those who review :)

Romano: Damned tomato bastard *cooking pasta*