A/N: Shiver me timbers! I was not expecting all that love. Thanks guys, you really made me feel better. Well here's the next installment. It's not fluffy or sweet at all so I'm sorry about that but this is pirate Gilbert so…Read on.
Warning: Angst, maybe some OCCness, and not so good pirate lingo. Some translations are on the bottom.
"R-Rodrigo!" the cry was desperate, but Roderich couldn't turn back to face those emerald eyes. He could have pulled the trigger; he should have shot the Prussian. He felt his feet leave the ground as he was carried across the board and onto the other larger ship.
"Unhand me! You. Fowl. Horrid. Beast!"
"Oh yer words wound me." The Prussian snickered. He paid no heed to the other's protests. Roderich thrashed, kicked, and pounded his fists but Gilbert only tightened his hold on Roderich, giving no signs of letting go anytime soon.
"Auf Wiedersehen Antonio, it was nice doin' business wit' ye." The bridge between the two ships was lifted along with the anchor. Slowly they started to sail away.
"Anton!" Antonio heard the pleading sob as it pulled painfully on his heart.
"L-lo siento mi querido, lo siento." Antonio's body was quickly numbing his pain. He was starting to lose feeling in his limbs while his head felt heavier. Black dots danced across his vision. His body shook to keep consciousness, but alas he could not keep his eyes open.
"Anton, argh! Let me go!" Roderich yelped when a second later he was dropped to the ground.
"Quit yer yelling, he ain't goin' ta c'om fer ye. He can't at te moment." A malicious grin spread across Gilbert's features. He leaned closer to the fallen figure, "Now pet, ye never told me where yer from? I know me've seen those vixen eyes befer."
"I'm Austrian." Roderich growled, backing away from the Prussian's advances. It took a moment for Gilbert to remember but when he did his smile only grew larger.
"Aww priss, ye shoulda told me it was ye. Ye look gut afte' all t'ese yars." Roderich didn't reply, "Yer still a pansy though, at least dat didn' change."
"And you're still as uncouth as you were when we were little."
"Ah well, some t'ings don' change an' since I'm awesome I don' need te."
"That is highly debatable." Roderich started to get up only to be pushed down again by Gilbert.
"Where ye tink yer goin'?"
"Well for someone who has sense, they can clearly see I'm stuck in the middle of the ocean with you. Is there anywhere I could go?" Roderich's eyebrow rose in a demeaning manner. It unnerved Gilbert to no end. Even in the most critical circumstances, this man had the audacity to talk back. 'He should be bowing down at my feet for mercy. Gott verfluche ihn!'
Out of anger Gilbert unsheathed his cutlass, pressing the point underneath the Austrian's chin. The blade made a small puncture as Gilbert admired the small trail of blood that adorned his razorblade. The cutlass has been bathed in blood before, but the thought of it being Roderich's only made it that more pleasing to the eye.
"Why don' we put dat pretty little mouth of yers inta' beta use, aye?"
Roderich's eyes narrowed dangerously. He bit his bottom lip to keep from crying out loud when the tip of the blade was pushed farther into his chin.
"Go to hell." Roderich said through bared teeth.
"Very well, ye want it te hard way then. I always wanted a pretty figure head." Gilbert fisted Roderich's hair, pulling it back harshly. Roderich's eyes shut from the pain, but refused to let Prussia have the satisfaction of his screams.
Gilbert smiled at the exposed neck, stained by a trickle of blood. Roderich squealed when he felt something wet, running up from the base of his neck to the tip of his chin. He opened his violet orbs to meet scarlet ones. He shivered when he saw Gilbert lick his lips, getting the last of the blood.
"Scuttle the son of a biscuit eater, and remember men," Gilbert yelled at his crew; he turned towards the Austrian for the final words, looking him straight in the eyes, "dead men tell no tales, Kesesese!"
Roderich's eyes widened from realization, "No! Bitte no, bitte don't!"
"It's ta late fer that lass, ya can blame ya self fer their lives." Gilbert pulled on Roderich's hair once more, dragging the poor man across the ship to the bow. Once there, he released the hair and grabbed a piece of rope from nearby. He kicked Roderich down against the ground, keeping his foot between the shoulder blades as he bound the other's wrists behind his back.
"Ye, help me 'ere wit' 'im. Tie 'im ta thee bowsprit." The crew man nodded as he helped Gilbert pull Roderich up from the ground and over the ship's edge. Roderich eyed the dark waters below fearfully, hoping to gott they didn't drop him. His heart berated his chest ruthlessly. 'Was is this monster doing?'
When Roderich was all tied up to the front of the boat to Gilbert's liking, he stepped back to admire his new figurehead. 'Mien gott does he make a handsome one.'
"Well priss, at least enjoy te view o' yer 'usband's ship go down. He's shark bait fer sure."
"Nien, bitte spare him!" Gilbert looked down staggered at Roderich's pleading. Roderich never begged as it was beneath him to beg. Even through all the torments and beatings Gilbert had done to Roderich as kids, the other never did beg once for him to stop. He instead fought with fire and pure hatred which the other admired about the priss.
"An' why should I do dat?"
"I-I'll give you what you want, just let him go, bitte."
"Kesese, an' what if I said me wanted ye, body and soul?"
Roderich gulped at that, but he didn't break away from those red eyes. He couldn't give Antonio his love but he'd be damned if he didn't give him his life.
"Ja, just let Antonio go, bitte and I'm yours."
Gilbert weighed his options. If he sunk Antonio's ship, Roderich would never let him near him…willingly that is. He also didn't want to deal with a crying mess.
"Fine, from te bottom of me awesome heart, I won't sink his ship."
"Danke," Roderich exhaled relieved though his stomach churned with dread. He felt like he had just sold his soul to the devil.
"Ja, ja, but te bilge sucker is still gettin' an 'ole in 'is ship." With those words, Gilbert shot out his next command, "Avast ye, change o' plans, run a shot across te bow! Dat should show 'im not te mess wit' awesome me." Gilbert averted his attention back to Roderich. "Now pet, watch te show an' cool down a bit. I'll be back in a little while."
Roderich heard his retreating footsteps fade behind him. He tried in vain to get free of his restraints, only to have them cut deeper into his pale flesh. A loud explosion sounded off near him. His heart stopped. He regrettably opened his eyes. His breath hitched at the sight. His mind went blank as the world around him disappeared. All that mattered was the image that was left before him that would forever be burned into his memory.
Antonio's beautiful ship now bared a gaping hole in its side. The cannonball struck right where the waves brushed against the boat. He could see the sea now rushing in to fill the empty space but it was never satisfied. The ship sank lower and lower to the new unexpected weight, slowly sinking.
"No! N-nein…" Roderich struggled even harder against the rope that bound him, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not free himself. 'Was the use? I have failed you Anton, and for that I can never forgive myself.'
His chest felt heavy within his body, dragging him down the bowsprit that kept him up suspended over the water. The rope dug deeper into his aching body from having Roderich lean all his weight on them. A chocked sob passed his lips followed by another and then another until he could no longer control them. He screamed from the ache in his chest while his cheeks burned from the salty tears. He cried until his eyes were swollen red and his tear ducts dry for what seemed like forever. He would never cry again he swore to himself. His eyes burned when he closed them from exhaustion, but sleep would not take him as the scene of the ship sinking appeared each time he shut his eyes. Eventually, some god looked down on him with pity and granted the young man rest.
When Roderich stirred awake, he felt a burning sensation run throughout his body. He could not move for the agony was too great. He felt a soft material beneath his fingers. He wondered where he was. The last thing he remembered was being in bed with his husband. The strong Spaniard's arms where wrapped around him, offering him warmth and security.
"Te amo, Rodrigo." he could hear Antonio say to him as if he were right beside him. The Spaniard's voice brought back the memories Roderich hoped weren't true. A pained sobbed racked his body when he realized he'd never be in those arms again. His chest heaved from his cries, sending searing pain through his thin figure.
"Hold still, please. You will hurt yourself if you don't." Roderich's eyes opened immediately to the sound of the small voice. Looming over him was a small boy with slicked back blond hair end electrifying blue eyes.
"Who are you?" Roderich felt his voice to be hoarse.
"I'm Ludwig, Gilbert's younger bruder."
'Younger bruder, since when did he have a brother?'
"Hold on, I will redo your bandages." the young boy looked at Roderich warmly. Roderich was calmed when he saw the compassion in the other's eyes. He felt his am being carefully lifted from its resting place. Roderich gritted his teeth to keep from voicing his discomfort.
Ludwig saw Roderich flinch, "You have severe wind rashes and rope burns. They should be healed when you wake up in the morning. You are an empire after all."
"Danke, um…where am I?"
"You're in the captain's quarters." Roderich tried not to jump from fright at the thought of being in another's bed. 'Has that man violated him already?'
"Do not worry, Gilbert is sleeping in my cabin to give you space. The last time he visited was an hour ago. He stayed by your side after he took you down from the bowsprit. He was very concerned about your health."
Roderich scoffed, "I'm sure he was."
"I know my bruder might came off as a jerk, but to people he is close to he is nothing of the sorts."
Roderich thought for a bit on the matter. Gilbert was an ass; there was no doubt about that, but to his own brother? No, he would be kind to his brother but he couldn't imagine him being kind to anyone else. Why would he?
"Ja, I'm sure he's kind to you." Roderich looked away from the child's kind face. He couldn't tell the young boy his brother was a horrid person. That wouldn't make him any better than Gilbert. He wouldn't dare stoop down to the other's level.
A few minutes of silence passed before Roderich felt his eyes grow heavy. Ludwig was almost done with the bandaging. His careful small hands worked diligently with each movement precise and gentle. He applied the ointment on the most infected areas, soothing the tortured skin. Before Roderich's eyes had fallen shut he heard the boy whisper one last thing.
"Your husband escaped before the ship sunk. He might still be alive, I just thought I'd let you know since you seemed so distraught earlier."
Roderich was sound asleep, his thoughts taking over his conscience, forming dreams within his head. He could see Antonio's smiling face, beaming down at him.
"You're so beautiful, mi querido." Antonio leaned his forehead down to press it against Roderich's, "Don't you forget it."
"I won't liebe." Roderich smiled back. It had felt good to say the endearing word. He had never called another person by such a name, but the word felt sweet on his tongue and the way Antonio grinned from the pet name sent his mind racing in a high buzz.
His eyes closed on their own accord when he felt those soft lips press against his own. Antonio's hand snaked around his waist, thumbs rubbing small circles at the base of Roderich's lower back. Roderich moaned into the Spaniards mouth. He could feel a smirk moving against his lips.
Roderich lightly smacked his arm, "Don't mock me. It's your fault you make me feel this good."
"Oh querido, I wouldn't dare mock you…only tease you." Antonio leaned down to capture Roderich's lower lip, tugging it gently. Roderich gasped, surprised by the new sensation. Oh how the Spaniard drive him wild.
"Te gusta, si?"
"Ja, bitte continue, don't stop." Roderich pressed himself against the other to prove his point.
"I wouldn't dare." Antonio's hands moved up along Roderich's sides, kneading the soft flesh as he went. His lips clashed against the alabaster skin on the other's neck, nipping and sucking as he went farther down until he reached the collarbone. He bit down harder eliciting a lustful moan from Roderich.
"Anton," Roderich called out to him, repeating the name over and over again as if Antonio would leave if he stopped. Antonio silenced Roderich's words with his lips, pressing against the delectable thin lips the Spaniard loved.
Roderich's hands came to wrap around the base of Antonio's neck, enjoying the feeling of being kissed and touched in the most intimate ways he has ever been touched before by another. Expectantly, he felt the lips against his push harder. The kiss turned bruising. Roderich parted his lips, hoping to relieve some of the pressure only to feel a tongue being roughly shoved into his mouth. He felt all the air was being sucked out of him and all of a sudden he couldn't breathe.
He pushed against the body that was pressed flushed against his. It felt different. The shoulders were broader and more rugged. The smell of sweat and beer filled his nostril unpleasantly. A hand roughly fisted into his hair, pushing his head closer so their mouths were pressed even firmer against one another. If Roderich didn't know any better he would say the other person was trying to swallow him whole, not kiss him. No, this was not Antonio; it was not his Anton.
Mauve eyes opened to see deathly pale skin and messy silver hair. He screamed into the mouth only for the sound to be swallowed. Roderich roughly shoved against Gilbert, struggling to get out of his hold. Gilbert tugged the hair back along with Roderich's head, breaking the kiss before letting out an obnoxious, "Ahh, ye taste gut priss."
"Get your hands off me!" Roderich cried, struggling against the Prussian, "Where's Antonio? What did you do to him?"
"I'd let 'im tell ye but dead men can't tell tales." Without further word, Roderich felt himself be roughly pushed to the ground.
"Ah!" He landed heavily on his back only to have Gilbert hover over him menacingly.
"Scream all ye want pet, Antonio can't hear ye." Gilbert ran his tongue across Roderich's cheek.
"Nien!" Roderich turned his head, unknowingly giving access to his neck. Gilbert wasted no time. He quickly latched onto the neck, biting down hard on the sensitive skin making Roderich cry out in pain. Tears started to well up in his eyes.
He felt strong hands gripping the material of his shirt, yanking till the sound of it tearing tore through Roderich's spine like needles. Greedy hands roughly rubbed the skin raw. Roderich's heart jump started when he heard the sound of Gilbert undoing his pants and kicking them off to free his legs
"N-nien, Anton where are you?!" Roderich's violet eyes looked around frantically. His eyes fell to the gruesome sight of his husband's body laying down in his own thick pool of blood.
"Anton!" He screamed only to be silenced by another bruising kiss.
"It's ye fault Austria, ye could 'ave saved 'is life. All he wanted was te make ye happy an' yet ye denied 'is love. Ye should go to 'ell."
"Nien!" Roderich felt his body shot up from the bed. He looked around hysterically, trying to collect his bearings. Antonio's dead body was nowhere to be seen, allowing Roderich to sink back into the bed relieved. 'Was it all just a dream?'
The door burst open with a blur of blue and silver. Roderich looked up, barely making out the image of Gilbert, panting as if he had just ran a marathon.
"Are ye alright? I 'eard screamin'." Gilbert questioned in between breaths.
"Was?" a bewildered expression crossed the Austrian's features.
"I said I 'eard ye. . .neva' mind. Are ye feelin' beta?"
"Why would you care?" Roderich countered sharply.
"I wouldn't." Gilbert straightened his navy blue coat before approaching the large bed.
"Don't you dare come any closer!" Roderich pressed himself against the headboard, trying to get as much distance between Gilbert and him.
"Ah get off yer 'igh horse." Gilbert growled, grabbing Roderich's arm roughly. Roderich tried to pull away but Gilbert's vice grip wouldn't let him. Gilbert undid the bandages, his silver eye brows knitted together out of concern. When he saw the porcelain skin cured and gleaming, his expression softened with relief.
"Well ye healed." Gilbert started to undo the rest of the bandages despite the Austrian's protest.
"So was? So you can torture me some more?"
"Nien," a smirk formed on Gilbert's face, "it's so I can do as I please wit' ye wit'out ye lookin' like a lobsta."
"You won't be doing anything with me, murderer. You broke the deal. You sunk his ship and therefore I owe you nothing you savage beast." Roderich pushed Gilbert back with as much strength as he could muster.
Gilbert reciprocated by grabbing the front of Roderich's shirt, pulling him closer to the point Roderich could feel Gilbert's breath against his skin, "Look 'ere prinzessin, when will ye get it inta yer thick 'ead dat I am a pirate. I take what I want and do as me pleases. Te best part is dat no one can stop me."
Roderich tried to hide the fear he felt by forcing all his abhorrence for the other through his fierce violet eyes, "You're no pirate. You're nothing but an arrogant fool, strutting around on a boat to put up a show. Wait until the curtains fall and the people turn to leave. No one will remember your dying act. My husband is a real pirate. People will remember him through history."
"I 'ate ta break it ta ye, but yer landlubber is dead, congrats widow."
"He's not dead. He can't die from your incompetent hands."
Gilbert leaned dangerously closer towards Roderich, his eyes burning like hot coals, "He's in Davey Jones locker alright. I basked in 'is screams while he was at me mercy."
"You disgust me."
"Well prinzessin, yer not lookin' ye best either. C'mon, I'll get ye cleaned up." Gilbert stood up from Roderich. The other just glared, his eyes full of disdain.
"I'm not going anywhere with you."
"Fine then, I'll carry ye." Gilbert grabbed Roderich's sides, lifting him off the bed and flipping him over his shoulder.
"Ah gott, let me go—Ah!" Gilbert's hand smacked the Austrian's backside, successfully silencing his rant.
"Ja, ja, I know, ye uncivilized swine." Gilbert completed Roderich's sentence. He wasn't going to use those words exactly but they were close enough. He let Gilbert carry him out of the bedroom and into the washroom. Gilbert unceremoniously dropped Roderich into the copper basin filled with warm water. Roderich caught his arms on the side, letting out a small yelp in surprise of suddenly being soaked.
"You bastard." Prussia smiled triumphantly from getting the Austrian's refined tongue slip out a swear word.
"Was, ye wanted me te undress ye first?" when he received no reply, he went onto explaining where things were, "Soaps over t'ere, towel over t'ere, I got ye some things fer ye skin over 'here, and yer change of clothes are over 'ere."
Roderich looked at the change of clothes, eyes widening in horror, "I refuse to wear such a demeaning outfit."
"Aw tis thing? I thought it would look gut on ye." Prussia shrugged, "Well ye could always come dressed in nothin' if ye wish."
Roderich's face paled, "Dats what I thought. I'll be in te bedroom wit' breakfast when yer done washin' up."
Roderich watched Gilbert's retreating form through the doorway. He sighed, relieved when the door was closed. It gave him time to grieve in solitude for his husband whom was presumed dead. Sobs tore through Roderich's throat though he clamped his hand over his mouth to keep them muffled. No tears would come as he had already used them all up he thought.
'No, nien Anton please be alive, bitte.'
Gilbert heard the cries but decided to ignore them. Roderich wouldn't let him comfort him even if he wanted to. Instead he found himself resting at the far side of the room under a pile of maps. He sent out a crew member to deliver his food a while ago. It should have been there any second he thought. He scoffed as minutes passed. 'Those fools, I should hang them all from the gallows!'
From a surge of anger, Gilbert flung his papers from his sight. 'That imbecile! I told him not to cause a blow that could sink the ship. All I wanted was the bow blown. Can't anyone do anything right?!' A knock resounded from the door.
"Was, com' in." Gilbert all but growled, his ruby eyes burning furiously. The door opened meekly as a little boy slipped in. Gilbert's expression suddenly softened.
"Ahoy me boy, was up?"
"I've come up to drop this off for you. You know big bruder, you don't have to talk like that when I'm around."
"Es tut mir leid, I sometimes forget myself." Gilbert smiled when Ludwig dropped off the tray of food, "So the others were too scared to come themselves?"
"Why naturally after they saw Clive's back, none of them dared to come near your quarters."
Gilbert smirked, "Those cowards, but it's his fault. He should have known that shot was lethal. Enough about them though, how's my awesome bruder doing?"
"I'm faring well thank you, but how's your guest? He seemed troubled when I was changing his bandages. Is he healed?"
"Oh he'll get over it and yes, he's healed."
"Okay, well I'm going to go back to the crow's nest. Let me know if you need anything else."
"Cool, I will." Gilbert dotingly messed up Ludwig's hair. His younger brother, used to this, only smirked and slicked it back before leaving his brother to his broodings.
The water in the basin started to cool after the several minutes that had passed by. Roderich decided he had wallowed enough and started to clean his body off. He took off his wet clothes, trying not to think about them being Antonio's.
He found scented oils by the side of the bath. They were in glass sealed phials as if Gilbert had just bought them for him. Roderich gingerly opened one to get a whiff of vanilla. He smiled from the sent and decided to pour some in the bath water. As soon as he was done rinsing, he rose from the tub, finding a clean cloth to dry himself off.
He examined the things Gilbert had brought him. There was a silver plated brush and a few perfumes. Roderich ignored the perfumes and went for the brush, untangling his messy hair into a neat organized manner except for mariazell that would always remain free. Next was the garment, which Roderich eyed in contempt. There was no way he was going to wear it, but he saw no other way out of this mess. Antonio's clothes were wet and he wasn't going in the other room naked. He finally sighed in defeat. 'I might as well get this over with.'
When Roderich entered the bedroom, he found Gilbert lounging by a table with his eyes closed and head leaned back as if he were under stress. Roderich huffed, why should he care? Sensing the other presence in the room, Gilbert looked up, pleasingly surprised by the Aristocrat's appearance. The dress fit perfectly and by the way he saw the pleasant curves on the other let him know he was indeed wearing the corset.
A violet sash was tied around his waist while the cream colored bodice hugged his upper body. The fabric of the skirt looked like wisps smoke when Roderich walked towards the table, never looking at the Prussian. The dress had long sleeves cut to the wrist and the front was cut so a little cleavage would show, but Roderich was a man and therefore it was just more skin revealed for the hungry pirate's eyes.
"Would you stop looking at me like that? It is quite rude to stare." Roderich scolded Gilbert after he took his seat farthest away from the other.
"Me apologies but I'm a defenseless man against beauty." Roderich's face reddened from embarrassment and rage. 'How dare he!'
"Eat," Gilbert placed a bowl of food in front of Roderich, "I wouldn't want ye ta starve ta death."
"No thank you, I'm not hungry." Roderich lied. He could feel his stomach twisting from not eating for two days or was it three? Roderich lost count.
"How long was I out for?" Roderich pushed the soup away. The smell of it was getting to be too much.
"Ye were out fer two days, now eat." Gilbert pushed the bowl back.
"Kien, I'm not hungry."
Roderich could only blink at the Prussian's speed as a hand had roughly grabbed his chin. He wouldn't be surprised if the pale flesh was bruised.
"Don' make me spoon feed ye." Roderich's eyes narrowed, "Or," Prussia removed his hand, leaning back to sit down, "maybe I'll offer you some information while you eat."
"Information on what, may I ask?"
"On your late husband, you see, while you were resting I sailed to the nearest island. It was probably the one you two were heading for." Prussia paused to push the soup bowl towards Austria, "Eat and I'll tell ye what I've 'eard."
"You said he was dead!" Roderich was fuming, but Gilbert ignored him, reading his book nonchalantly as if Roderich wasn't there. Frustrated beyond measure, but curious all the same, Roderich reluctantly ate the soup. He was pleasantly surprised at the quality of it. The soup was thick and rich in texture with a few little cut up wursts here and there. When Roderich was finished, he delicately placed his spoon down and pushed the bowl away from him. Prussia in turn, snapped the book shut and put it aside.
"Are ye don'?"
"Yes thank you, now you promised me a story."
"Aye, well there's not much ta tell. I went ta thee Small Island, bought ye some things, stocked up, an' asked around about yer 'usband".
"Did you find any word on him?" Roderich tried to keep the desperation out of his voice.
"Nope, not one," The Prussian smiled triumphantly, "I even sent me men ta search the island an' not one o' them seen 'im."
Roderich tore his eyes from Gilbert. He didn't want the other to see him upset, but it was in vain. The Prussian saw the defeat, the pain, the anger that was hidden in those violet eyes. Oh how he missed looking into those eyes when he defeated the young master at battles when they were younger. 'Am I a sadist for deriving pleasure from his pain?'
"Why te' long face when ye get ta bask in me awesome presence?"
'You are not as awesome as you claim to be. You are far from it.' Would have been Roderich's response but the weight in his heart weighed on his words and he could not let them slip without a cry accompanying it.
"Ah, are ye finally at a loss o' words?" Gilbert leaned closer, in hailing the vanilla scent the other wore, "It's about time."
Gilbert brusquely grabbed Roderich by the waist, pulling the Austrian flush across his chest. The other hand tangled itself in the brown silk tresses, before drawing his lips to press against the others. The kiss was harsh and bruising while Roderich fought back, but the hand on his waist and the other one on his head held him in place.
When Gilbert released Roderich's lips, a smug smile crossed his face. He reveled in the other's flustered look. Gilbert backed away from Roderich, placing his hat on and heading to the door.
"I'll be up on deck if ye need me. Feel free to roam around." Gilbert closed the door behind him, leaving behind a furious Austrian. He would love to continue with messing the Austrian some more, but he had more important issues to attend to.
Roderich rushed to the nearest port hole. He opened the small window and stuck his head out, releasing what he had just eaten. He closed the port hole when he was finished. His stomach still clenched in disgust from the kiss as he felt the bile in his mouth tasted better than the poisonous lips of the vulgar pirate.
He felt the room closing in on him and he had to get some fresh air. He made his way towards the deck, not giving a second thought to the fact that he was wearing a dress. He was oblivious to the leers he got from the crew as he made his way to lean against a banister. His hands gripped tightly against the wood for balance. His knuckles turned white while his head was spinning dangerously.
Gilbert was talking about the coordinates of his next destination with his first mate. A splash of water rang in the distance. He made nothing of it, but something in the back of his mind told him it was Roderich.
"'old on," Gilbert ran to the side of the ship, looking down into the ominous water. A blur of white alerted him it was indeed Roderich, "Scheiße!"
Somewhere else, another's eyes opened for the first time since he was found. His body ached, but the pain was bearable. He made to sit up to see where he was, but a tender hand came to rest on his chest to keep him down.
"Shh, rest, you need to rejuvenate your body from the loss of blood." The voice was soft and caring. Emerald eyes met dark Spanish eyes. It was one of his people that was caring for him.
"Muchas gracias senora, but I have somewhere I must be." Antonio sat up despite her protest.
"Must you go so soon?"
"Lo siento but si, I have matters to attend to."
"Surely they can wait."
"No, this one can't. You see, something very dear to me has been taken from me, and now I must get him back."
TBC…
Translations:
Gott verfluche ihn-God damn him
Scuttle-pirate term to sink a ship
Avast ye-Pirate term for listen here or listen you
Es tut mir leid-I am sorry
Scheiße- shit
A/N: Yeah so Spain is alive, but he is a country after all so he can't really die. I'm sorry for an emotional Roderich and I promise he toughens up in the next chapter which I don't know when it will be posted since I go off to boarding school soon *sigh* I'm almost done packing. Thanks for reading and I'm going to go eat pasta now. Take care me hearties!
P.S. I'm sorry for my lousy German, but I don't know the language at all and there're four different ways to say 'no' so one of them is bound to be correct…if not lo siento.