I still don't own Hetalia...but that's probably a good thing

Three days they had been on this stupid ship, he hated the captain intensely, along with pretty much all of the crew, this morning he and Feliciano had been set to work in the kitchen, but they had been tied together at the wrist to prevent them from escaping, this had inevitably led to disaster, namely knocking everything over, Feliciano getting burnt on the pan he was cooking pasta in, and Lovino managing to set a second pan alight, he was cursing up a storm of furious, colourful language, attempting to simultaneously extinguish the flames, tend to Feliciano's burn and pick up the assorted utensils and ingredients which they had managed to knock over.

"Fratello, the pasta's going to get over cooked" Feliciano whined staring at his beloved ingredient in the pan,

"screw the pasta!" yelped Lovino, he didn't mean it, but Feliciano still gasped, "that's not what I meant and you know it!" he snapped "we have other things to deal with right now", he looked meaningfully down at Feliciano's arm which had developed a blister despite Lovino's frantic attempts at first aid

"but-but the pasta" Feliciano said starting to sob.

"DAMMIT FELICIANO! THIS IS YOUR DAMN FAULT" shrieked a voice shrilly

Antonio suppressed a grin, he looked over to Gilbert who he could see was making absolutely no attempt to conceal his glee, Francis had fixed a scowl on his face, an expression which was rarely seen on the man's face, he opened the door to the Galley to reveal an over turned pot of pasta, utensils and food all over the floor, another pan on fire, flour everywhere and in the center of all of the chaos two arguing boys, or at least one clearly furious boy and another who was trying to calm him, both had abnormal curls jutting from their heads, the one trying to placate the other had gingery brown hair, the shrieking boy had reddish brown hair and had gone a fantastic shade of red which would put a tomato to shame cute though Antonio absently.

"Fratello calm down" yelled a frantic Feliciano, but Lovino was far too into his fit of rage to calm down

"WHO'S IDEA WAS IT TO HIDE ON THE BOAT?, YOURS, WHO'S FUCKING IDEA WAS IT TO COOK PASTA! PASTA OF ALL OF THE THINGS ON EARTH, WHEN WE WERE TIED TOGETHER?, YOURS!" by this point he was in such a rage that he was becoming lightheaded,

it was then that he realized that the captain was on board, along with two me who he didn't recognize he turned to them and fixed them all with a glare which could have melted steel had he cared to try it "what do you want bastard!" he exclaimed angrily

the captains eye gave a twitch, "THAT'S IT!, I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE" he roared "I DON'T CARE HOW CUTE YOU ARE, I WANT YOU OFF OF MY SHIP" the two men behind him were grinning away whilst watching captain Bonnefoy's breakdown, he rounded on them and got down on his knees "please, 'Tonio, Gilbert, I'm not asking, I am begging, please just take them off of my ship, I'm going to loose my hair and get wrinkles on my beautiful face if this keeps up".

Antonio and Gilbert exchanged a look, the two boys were clearly trouble, however, Antonio was considering taking them both on for pure comedy value, and he could see the same thought process going through Gilbert's mind, "ok then" they said in unison,

Francis' face lightened "see this is why you two are my best friends" he beamed before standing up and enveloping them in a massive group hug, Antonio grinned, the only problem now would be who would get the cute one and who would get the troublesome one,

"let's flip a coin for the nice one" Gilbert whispered into his ear as Francis let go of them both, he looked over to the boys, the paler haired boy looked worried, the darker haired one had folded his arms, the others arm was included in this as they were tied together at the wrist, he looked at them with a look of pure fury in his eyes.

It looked as though they were getting off of this stupid ship, but it seemed as though they were going to end up on separate ships now, which worried Lovino, he didn't want his little brother off on some random ship where he couldn't protect him, he watched captain Bonnefoy pull a coin from his pocket, he turned to the brown haired, green eyed pirate and said "heads or tails?"

the man considered for a moment and said "Heads" in what Lovino assumed was a Spanish accent the Frenchman tossed the coin in the air and said "tails", the white haired man punched the air "bad luck Antonio, the Awesome me has defeated you" he cackled before rushing over to the brothers and cutting their ties,

that was when Lovino realized that they had flipped a coin for him and his brother and that the looser would get him, this upset Lovino

Dammit, he thought it's always Feliciano not that he cared what a bunch of pirates thought anyway, he was just annoyed that even away from home it was always Feliciano, the brown haired Spanish pirate walked over to him a grinned "hola, my name is Captain Antonio Carriedo, what's yours?"

"fuck off Bastard" Lovino Growled, the Spanish captain frowned a little.

Antonio was already beginning to seriously regret loosing the coin toss, the young Italian man was moody and grumpy, and the comedy value was all well and good when you weren't on the receiving end, he still had yet to learn the boy's name, so far whenever anyone asked the boy snapped at them,

whilst Gilbert had told the others that his stowaway, Feliciano, was polite, friendly and kind, Antonio had only been able to sit and try to think of a topic that couldn't change to one about his grumpy stowaway, luckily he wasn't the one to have to change the subject today, "so, 'Tonio, it's nearly your birthday, does that mean that girl'll be after you?" asked Gilbert cheerfully, the bird nesting in his hair looked equally happy,

Antonio hadn't thought about the girl for a long time, "I suppose so" he mumbled with a distinct lack of enthusiasm, the girl was tenacious,

"what's that look for?" grinned Francis "If you hadn't been wasting your time these past nine years you would have nothing to worry about" Antonio glared at him, he didn't glare very often, but clearly his friends had no idea of the gravity of the situation

"I don't want to see her" he growled, and that was when the idea hit him with the force of a speeding bullet "I have just had a fantastic idea, mi Amigos" he beamed mischievously, the other two gave each other a doubtful look.