Ah hello~ This is my first attempt at such a story that I've been plotting out for a while (which has actually been redone and revisited). I'd like to thank a few people I've rped with for the inspiration~ I'll try my best to be consistent with updates! And I'll try to make the fic fun and enjoyable! Feedback/ constructive criticism would be greatly appreciated, thank you! As well as any ideas if one could conjure any up?
Happy reading!
This is a human!Pirate AU, so country names will not be used.
I do not own Hetalia nor any of the characters (though I wish I did!) ~ this is strictly for fun!
Ray~
Antonio is barely ever home when we need him most, he is not there. We miss him, and he knows that. Mama always says that he must leave to support us, but Feliciano and I do not understand…
"Is that papa? Is he finally home? He took too long. Missed me losing my front tooth!" The excitement was burrowed underneath an icy layer of annoyance, sounding from the small mouth of a small brunette. His voice rang through the large manor, alerting his mother and newborn baby brother. The three gathered before the large, gnarly oak doors that guarded the front entrance as the man they'd all been waiting for returned home, slow heavy steps impairing his usual speed-run to the door. Though the expectations of the man's body to be in good shape were low, Lovino flung open the door to reveal the Spaniard who stood there, long crimson coat torn and darkened by blood in places, shoulder-length chocolaty locks a mess, "you're home!" The boy cried, fighting to stifle his excitement as he reluctantly stepped forward, allowing the man to crouch down and hold him.
"Antonio!" The man's wife cried, causing him to glance up from Lovino, "I think someone else wants to say hello…" Antonio was instantly on his shaky feet, Lovino glaring silently from where he was held against his chest, as he peered at the newborn in his wife's arms, "oh! He's so handsome… what did you name him?" He breathed, placing his son—who gave him an angry pout—down.
"Feliciano." The woman smiled, warm, hazel gaze focused down at the tiny baby before turning to Lovino, "Lovino, Antonio is sore and tired, help him to the bathroom so that he can clean all of that dirt off."
The child nodded and without hesitation, led Antonio up to the grand bathroom, helping him sit before starting to run a bath, "You'll tell me about all of your great adventures right? Like when you fought off those stupid British pirates and all?" He asked excitedly as he tested the water with his small hand. It was hard not to let his excitement show now—he was alone with his father, and would probably gain a fair chunk of time with him while he recovered.
"Of course," Antonio smiled softly as he shrugged off his soiled coat, letting the tattered fabric bunch up on the pale tiles which were now smeared with small, red splotches.
"You're hurt!" Lovino gasped, face falling as he rushed to the elder's side to examine the patches of torn skin and fabric that littered the man's body. Of course he wasn't expecting anything different, but a little piece of him died inside when he saw the man like this. What he hated most was that now, Antonio knew he wasn't all so angry with him for leaving for such a long time. It really was the reason that Lovino was not a happy child. Why couldn't the man just stay a while?
"It's a pirate's life for me, Lovino…" Antonio said softly, running a horribly and dirtily bandaged hand through his son's hair, earning himself a fussy grunt.
"Right."