I don't own hetalia….yet…..and if I did Iggy would be…*dirty thought of Iggy being tied up and nations kissing him and BEEP BEEP* One can dream.
Spain carried his sack of treasure on board his ship and smirked at his crew. They had lost no one, and by the blood stained clothes and wicked grins they had, they had a good time. Spain toke out his trusty battle axe and rammed it into the sky.
"Esta noche bebe (Tonight we drink)" he said to his crew and they cheered. They placed the treasure inside the ship but Spain place his little England in his cabin.
They sailed away from London and watched in crumple as they drank rum and whiskey. Spain toke a long swing of his bottle of rum and smiled at his crew.
They had blood stained hands and clothes but they still had smiles on their faces. He wouldn't blame them for not even thinking twice about killing woman and children. They just simply returned the favour.
*le flash back*
Spain's eyes widen in pure horror as he saw a ship that was on fire ram into a trading port. He ran to the port and didn't think twice as he jumped into the water to save his people. As he swam under the water, the water seemed to be running red, he saw a helpless child sinking to the bottom. Spain swam after the child and looked at the child's forest green eyes. He grabbed the child and swam to the surface and places the child on dry land. He looked around for the child parents with the child holding his hand.
"¿Dónde está tu mamá y papá (Where is your mama and papa)" He asked the small child in his home tongue.
The child looked at him in pure shock and slapped Spain across his face. Spain covered the slap mark and looked at the child with anger.
¿Qué fue eso para ti mocosa desagradecida (What was that for you ungrateful brat)" He demanded in his home tongue again.
The child quickly sat down and started crying saying he wanted to have Mary back. Spain was about to put the child on his knee and spank some sense into him when he heard the name Mary. Could it be that Mary? The one that was married to King Philip.
He picked the child up into his arms and carried him to the royal palace. As he walked to the palace he saw his people putting the fire out and dragging some people to the palace, that where probably going to be tortured until they died.
The child soon fell asleep in his arms and Spain couldn't help but smile at the child sleeping face. The child only looked by the age of 13 but he still seemed so small. The child had wheat hair that seemed to be always messy; Spain had to stop himself from laughing at the child's huge eyebrows in fear of dropping the child.
As Spain entered the palace he was crashed tackled by Mary, who knew the woman was so strong, with thank you and kisses on the cheek.
Spain looked at Mary and smiled at her, she happily returned the smile with the child in her arms. Mary was a very beautiful woman, soft brown hair, deep brown eyes and her body was something to boot. Spain smiled at Mary as she kissed England's cheeks.
"Oh little England don't you ever make me worry about you like that again" Mary declared as she kissed him. Spain knew that Mary could not have children, it was quite tragic, so she thought of England as the son she never had.
"Spain I would like you to meet England and Mary" King Philip said to Spain as he held Marys hand.
Spain bowed down and kissed Mary's hand. Mary blushed heavily while England stuck his tongue out at him, he gladly returned the gesture.
"As you know Spain, Mary and myself are getting married" Philip ranted.
"Philip what is it?" He asked the Spanish king.
"You two have to get married."
"Ha ha ha ha very funny Philip you almost got me!"
"It's not a joke Spain"
*End of le flashback*
Even though they had been forced to marry each other, he loved England; he wanted England's love back. He got up from his place at the table and made his way to his cabin. His crew where wasted out of their minds so they shouldn't disturbed.
He entered his Cabin and saw England still asleep. He gently picked up the blonde and placed him against a wall. He grabbed the shackles and cuffed the little brit's wrists to the walls. He ribbed the cotton nighty clean off the brit and smirked at him.
He quickly got up and grabbed a bucket of freezing cold water and dumped it on the brit. England let a very girly shriek and looked at Spain with a deer in the headlights expression. He leaned down to England and pressed his lips against the blondes. He only pulled away when England sunk his teeth into his lip. He glared at the blonde and picked up the knife next to him.
"It's either you say my name or I make you" Spain said happily.
The brit shock his head. Spain smirked; he was hoping this would happen. He lightly cut England on his chest, it was just enough to draw blood but not enough to leave a scar. England let out a shriek as he watched Spain cut his chest , craving things like 'mine' and 'Spain' into his pale chest.
England felt tears streaming down his face and he let out a muffled sob. Spain's eyes looked so angry, hungry and full of lust. He felt so impure, he wanted to be back in England, he wanted to go home.