A/N: Okay i know i said last chapter was the last one, but i was trying to fix my font problem with MMD, and checking on my story stats, i saw the title, and came up with an idea to continue the story. Lame, i know, but i hope you do enjoy this chapter!


Lovino hung his head at the letter from his boss's old acquaintance, who also gave Antonio a hard time as well, protecting his sister in the process. It was late now, and he was sure the spaniard had all ready went to bed and there wasn't much time left to spare. He changed, and opening his window, climbed down the tree there. Never would he have thought that he would be thankful for the damn thing of nature.

After what seemed like ages, he arrived at the docks, just as a ship was docking, and at the plank walking down, was the damned dutch man lovino was coming to see. He walked up to him, a scowl placed on his head, as the other man just stared at him unimpressed. "I'm glad you saw things my way."
"I didn't have much of a choice. You'll leave the village and Antonio alone if i come with you for three months correct?"
"Yes." he turned, and walked back onto the boat, Lovino following, as the men groaned. Lovino stood at the railing as they prepared to leave, and stared sadly at the large house at the top of the hill, knowing he would cause frantic for Antonio, and panic throughout the town, but it had to be done. Morgens would have destroyed Antonio, like he promised he would if Lovino didn't cooperate.

A week had gone by, when they finally stopped, and Lovino was about to race to the post office, when a hand grabbed his shoulder and spun him around. "Where do you think your going Lovino?" He scowled,
"I'm going to send a letter to Antonio. I can't have him not knowing where i am, who knows what he might do to himself."
"I'll handle it, you go back below deck. I don't need people seeing you. you're a bit famous in these parts like Antonio." begrudgingly he handed the letter over to the dutch man, and sulked below deck, and even over turned a barrel of rum, just for good measure to show his hate for the man.

Every Day Lovino wrote a little more in his letters, and when they stopped, he'd be forced to hand the letter to Morgens for some reason or another. Lovino didn't mind at the time, just wanting to get through the three months in peace, until one day, a ship was spotted, and Lovino knew it was Prussia's, marching up to Morgens, "We're not fighting him." "Oh Lovi, but we are." "No! I forbid it!" "Forbid?" He grabbed the italian by his collar, raising him off his feet, so that he was in his face better. "You are in no position to forbid. Just remember, I can kill you, or i can kill Antonio. If I kill you, Antonio has to live without you. If I kill Antonio, you'll have to live with the regret that he tied at YOUR hands!" he tossed Lovino tot he ground, "Besides it'll be an interesting fight, you and Gilbert." He walked into the captain chamber, and within minutes, they were in a fight against the other ship.

Gilbert was slicing through them, until Lovino stood before him. The prussian smirked, and waved Lovino on. Lovino had put a hat on so that Gilbert wouldn't know who he was immediately. The italian charged, crying out, sword raised, and they were in a heated battle of dodges and blocks. after a moment, Lovino couldn't fight with the hat on and tossed it off, which made Gilbert freeze, "Lovino! So you been here! Antonio's worried sick about you! He hasn't heard anything from you since you dissappeared!" Lovino just glared, eyes slightly watering from anger and guilt, and charged. "Dude! It's me! Gilbert!" "And he's fighting under my order!" He looked up, saw Morgens and went back to Lovino barley blocking an attack. "He knows, if he does not do as i say i will kill him, or i'll kill Antonio. He was... Coerced into this position. Tell Toni he'll have him back in two months." Lovino cut the Prussian's arm, making him bleed only a little, as it was only a shallow cut. "Back to the ship!" Gilbert called, and ran for the ship, and they were turning it around, heading back the way they came.

Lovino marched up to the dutch, "You lied to me." he turned around to fave the angry italian. "You said you would mail those letters!"
"No, I said i would take care of them. I can't have Antonio knowing where we're going or what i'm doing. He'll ruin everything."
"Oh? It's not like your going to fight England or Denmark, so what is your plan." the dutch kept quiet, and Lovino's arm which had crossed, now dropped to his sides. "Mio dio... You're going after the Dane..." he shrugged.
"Perhaps i am. What of it?"
"Look, I know your strong, you can kick some as, but going after any of the scandinavians is a death wish... I want no parts in this."
"then Antonio dies."
"Stop that!"
"I have a plan, Lovi. He's expecting me from the south, but we're going around Britian and attacking from the west, maybe the north, make him think it's Aiu, or that norwegian fellow... from the west, he'll think England is attacking. I have a small fleet of pirates attacking from the south to weaken him, and then we attack, and boom, he's done."
"And where do i fit in this plan?"
"You're a good fighter. you were able to take Prussia on with your eyes watery. I say you can take the job. Now shut up before i decide to hurt you and cut Antonio up a tad." he closed his mouth quickly at that, and walked away, sulking and helping to patch up any damage done.


A week went by when Lovino noticed an unfamiliar ship and sighed when he saw the Danish flag. 'This is it... Halfway there Lovi... after this your all most home free from this bastard... Then again I can all ways make sure the bastard looses his life... I'd be freed quicker...' he thought, when a hand was placed on his shoulder. "You're not thinking of... ensuing that we loose this fight, are you Lovi?" "No sir!" he nodded, and Lovino got ready for the upcoming fight.

An hour later, and lovino was engaging in a battle against the Dane, and for the most part, he was fairing well, until his arm got sliced. Luckily it was his left arm, but it still weakened him greatly. He heard a shout about a few other ships, but ignored them, choosing to focus on only the Dane. "you're in trouble now Lovino. I knew you were a pirate, but to be working under that dutch bastard? that's beneath you."
"Don't talk about that which you don't know or understand." a jab as the Dane dodged. he swung his ax again, and Lovino tried to dodge, but he ended up getting his leg sliced, and as he landed on his feet, he fell, but was caught and when he looked at the Dane, he gulped, with a smirk. "Now here's an opponent I've been looking forward to. I heard you retired." Lovino looked up, and there, speaking, was the one person he longed to see.
"I came out recently for my own personal reasons. But it's only for a little while, long enough for me to come up here, kick your ass, and that dutch bastard, and go home."
"How did you even get here so fast?"
"Spaniards secret." he layed Lovino down, kissed his forhead, then stood up, glaring at the Dane. all that was heard for a while was the clinking of the swords, and the shouts from injured men and a few men barking orders to others. Out of nowhere, Antonio jumped, swinging his axe, barley giving the Dane time to manuever his own ax and block.
"Damn! and here I though i had the upper hand for being on the sea longer."
"No one, best's me with the axe. Not even some Baltic Bastard."
"Scandinavian! Get it right!"
"Really? you seem to be as weak as the Baltics, so i assumed you were one." he smirked as he spun, swinging his ax with him, slicing the Dane's arm pretty good. Antonio was so engrossed with his own battle, that neither he, nor Lovino saw someone run up to Lovino and was about to plunge his sword in the italians heart, when an ax came swinging slicing the head clean off. "No one touches him!"

The battle was over quickly after that, as the Dane got weaker and Antonio's anger seemed to rise making him stronger. Denmark lowered his weapon one handed, "I surrender." Antonio nodded, turned around, grabbed Lovino's wrist, squeezing a tad bit too hard, dragging him towards his ship. Holland jumped down in front of Spain. "hold it right there Antonio."
"Morgens..."
"He still has a month and a half of service left."
"What! Denmark's defeated! I'm free now!" Lovino cried.
"On the contrary... He surrendered to Antonio, not me, or you. the deal was you defeat the Dane, and then I sail you straight home. He has yet to surrender to you."

Lovino lowered his head, and pulled away from Antonio. and turned, looking at the Dane, and started Charging, Antonio calling after Lovino. Morgens grabbed antonio, keeping him there. "Now we can see, how strong he is, and how much he loves you." and he held a knife at antonio's throat. Lovino jabbed the sword at the Dane, but he dodged, and swung the ax at Lovino's head, whom ducked and sliced at his legs, but the Dane jumped back just in time. Den swung the ax, hitting Lovino in the face with the flat side sending him flying.

On shaking hands and feet, Lovino stood up, and then he noticed Antonio, as the Dane stalked closer. "Let him go!" he shouted, fear and panic clear on his face. "Defeat him, and i'll release him." Morgens said coolly, as Lovino gritted his teeth, and charged at Denmark. The Dane stepped aside and tripped Lovino, who spun, swinging the sword, missing his target. The Dane swung the ax down, and Lovino rolled away, Dane missing his target.

Lovino jumped up, dropping his sword, and panicing, grabbed Antonio's ax, and held it out, ready, and he felt more confident. "Lovino! Drop the ax, you won't be able to handle it!" Lovino closed his eyes, and when he opened them, the dane gulped, seeing a fire in the italians eyes, that he only ever saw in Antonio's eyes. Lovino smirked, and swu8ng the ax with ease, shocking The Dutchmen and Antonio. Lovino blocked an attack from the Dane, and swung, slicing his arm badly, and his chest. Denmark looked down, eyes going wide, "Fall back! Back to the ship!" he shouted, running for the rope, and managing to swing to his ship with ax in hand and the other hand immobile.

Morgens let Antonio go, pushing him away, as Lovino stalked toward him. "Congratulations Lovino. You defeated him. Now I will Sail you home."
"No! I will fight you, and then Antonio, will sail me and him home." Moirgens looked at Lovino, then smirked.
"Lovi, yo-"
"You don't have the right to call me Lovi, to you it's Lovino."
"Whatever, you may have fought Denmark but you will not defeat me."
"I"m willing to see." Lovino held the ax rady for a fight, untl Antonio wrapped his arms around Lovino's chest.

"Mi amor... Don't fight him. He said he would sail you back, i will stay as well, Gilbert can man my men and ship while we sail back with Morgens. So please... put the ax down." he slid his hand down Lovino's arm, and over the hand, grabbing the ax's handle, and Lovino, after a moment of glaring at Said dutchmen, let go of the ax, and the fire died in his eyes. Lovino turned around, burying his face in Antonio's chest. Morgens nodded, and walked away, ordering his men to set sail for Spain.


Once they landed, Antonio walked right past Lovino, heading home. Lovino stood shocked as he watched the spaniards back become smaller in the distance. He ran after the spaniard, and when he arrived home, he saw Antonio walk into the house, closing the door behind him. Lovino stopped, staring. he knew Antonio was angry, and even suspected him to be upet, but never expected this, and it scared him. His mind kept telling him to run, the situation was now dangerous, but his legs refused to listen and instead he walked closer to the front door, and he opened it up quietly, and shut it, and when he turned around, Antonio was there, slamming his hands on either side of Lovino, trpping the italian there.
"Do you have, ANY idea how angry i was, how scared i was, how upset i was when you left?" Lovino could do nothing but shake his head. his legs were shaking from the fear, because of the tone the spaniard was using. "I was devastated when i woke up and you were gone. All i could think of was what had i done to make you leave. But i came up blank, but then thanks to Francis and Gilbert i learned and realized something. It wasn't me, it was you. you were acting off for a few days, but i gave you your space, figuring it was something with your country, but normally you tell me when your leaving, either by a note, or to my face, but you left without a word. Then Gilbert comes back, to tell me that you were spotted on Morgens ship. For a moment, i thought, you betrayed me, but i realized, no, you didn't because had you betrayed me, you'd have laughed about it in my face. The only thing that came to mind was that he kidnapped you to get back at me, but when i arrived and saw you fighting..." he pulled away, turning his back on the italian. Lovino had tears falling from his eyes now, as Antonio ran his hand over his mouth.
"I'm sorry..."
"You're sorry!" Antonio shouted, turning to face Lovino. "When I saw you fighting i honestly thought you had betrayed me! I thought for sure, the one i loved had betrayed me in favor of that dutch bastard!"
"It's not like that!"
"Then please explain Lovino, please do, because last i checked, i'm the one who protected you. I'm the one who saved you from Sadiq, gained you from Roderich, even though it KILLED me to seperate you from Feliciano!"
"He threatened to kill you if i didn't come! He would kill you, destroy the village, then kill Feliciano and then me! What choice did i have but to go with him? If i didn't show up on those docks that night, He'd have had his men hurt many people, and Mio dio who knows what bad things they would do to the people."
"You could have told me."
"And he would have killed us both! and then Feliciano, he made that perfectly clear in this letter..." he pulled out the piece of paper, crumpled and faded from the days and nights Lovino would stand outside and read that letter over and over gain, reminding himself why he was there. "I never meant to hurt you, or make you think i betrayed you! I just wanted us to be together, and not be bot..." Antonio attacked Lovino, crashing their lips together.

Neither questioned it anymore, as they both started tearing one another's clothes off, and Antonio lead them to the living room, both falling onto the couch. In seconds their clothes were off, and without preparation, Antonio shoved into Lovino, making him cry out, and beat fists against Antonio's chest, but he kissed the italian, to shut him up, and began to thrust hard into him. Lovino, pulled away from the kis, moaning, and Antonio bit the italians neck hard.


YES I AM ENDING IT THAT WAY!

I felt... incmplete on it, and with s many readers and such, i felt it needed Netherlands, and thus i had this. i hope you enjoyed the drama! Please tell me what you think!