Me: Okay everyone another chapter for you all
Feli: Yay! I hope Lovi gets better
Lovi: Shut up, damn it!
Gil: Can we just get on with it?
Me: Indeed. ON WITH THE STORY!
"LOVINO!" Antonio screamed as he grasped the fallen boy.
"Antonio..." the whisper passed through Lovino's lips, death choking him.
"Don't worry, Lovi," Antonio promised "I'll get you out of this. I'll save you!" Hot tears spilt out of the corners of Antonio's eyes as Lovi's blood slowly spread in his lap.
"It hurts. Make it stop," Lovino pleaded.
"Shh, I know, Lovi. I know," Antonio said as he ripped some fabric from his own shirt to hold on the bullet wound.
"I'm... sorry," Lovi breathed.
"No, Lovi. You don't have to say good bye. You're not leaving! I won't let you!"
"You're pathetic, Carriedo," Arthur commented "Come on, Al. Let's get out of here." The English pirate left the Spaniard crying over the dying child he withheld in his arms.
"I...love you," Lovi said softly before his head fell limp in Antonio's lap, lifeless brown eyes still staring up at Antonio.
"No! Lovino! LOVINO!" Antonio howled as he hugged the dead child close to him, feeling the warmth of the Italian's blood against his body. Then he swiftly closed the boy's eyes for him. Tears mixed with blood and ran freely down the captain's face.
'He will pay,' Antonio thought angrily 'Arthur Kirkland will pay for killing my Lovi.'
After Lovi's body had been properly cleaned, Antonio docked his ship on an Italian shoreline. He buried his precious Lovino there by the tropical scene.
"I wasn't strong enough to save you, Lovi," Antonio apologised "I wasn't strong enough, but I promise I won't fail again." Then, Antonio left the grave marker behind and boarded the Venganza.
'Qui si trova Lovino Romano Vargas. Che il cielo vegliano su di lui mentre dorme.'
"Antonio!" Gilbert called. Antonio barely heard him, caught up in his own rage, guilt, and depression.
"Antonio," Gil repeated "Are you alright?"
"Lovino," Antonio started before the German cut him off.
"I know, Antonio. I know what Eyebrows did. He will pay."
"Bruder?" Ludwig asked from behind Gil.
"Ja, Luddy? What is it?"
"Did Arthur Kirkland really shoot Lovino?" Antonio swayed slightly on the spot at the mention of the boy he loved so much.
"Ja, Ludwig. Lovino ist tot." Gil answered softly. Ludwig's sky blue eyes widened as the child heard the words come from his brother's mouth.
"I have to go," Antonio said finally "I'll see you later, Gil. I have some things to take care of first."
"Alright," Gil said picking up his teary-eyed brother "I'll talk to you later via Gilbird."
Antonio went back to the Venganza and immediately shut himself in his study. He worked day and night for hours hunting and tracking the English ship. He was going to get his revenge and he was going to plan it oh so carefully. So carefully, no one could stop it from happening.
After three days, Antonio was able to pinpoint Arthur's location.
'Step one is not far now. Don't worry, Lovi. Everything will be okay.'
"Move," Antonio ordered as he pushed past the crew members on deck.
"Sir, do you wish to take the helm?" one crewman asked.
"Sí sí. I'll take over," Antonio grabbed the wheel and turned so sharply, the whole ship tilted to the left immensely.
"Sir! I thought we had course back to Spain!" a crewman yelled.
"I changed my mind," Antonio grumbled.
They sailed in the new direction for sometime until the English sails came over the orange horizon.
"Captain! It's Kirkland!"
"I know. Trust me. Do not move the ship any closer, do you hear me?" Antonio stated threateningly.
"Sí, sir," the crew answered.
"Good. Now get some rest everyone."
Five hours later, at approximately 1 in the morning, Antonio snuck out of his bunk and into a life boat. He lowered the small boat into the seas and set off towards Kirkland's ship. Once next to the English ship, he skilfully climbed up the side, a dagger firmly between his teeth. He crept up behind the crew member steering the massive ship and silently slit his throat. The only sound he made was the dull thump of a body on hardwood. His blood ran down the deck but Antonio didn't care. He wasn't set on killing the crew or Arthur, yet. He was looking for the boy. Alfred. Alfred F. Jones. The small blonde who addressed Kirkland as "Iggy". He moved swiftly down the stairs, peeking in bunk rooms as he passed the doors. Finally he found the small figure of a child. Alone. Perfect. Things couldn't be more perfect. Antonio put the knife to the boys throat and a hand to Alfred's mouth. The cool metal woke the child instantly. His scared blue eyes met Antonio's cold green eyes. They were cold and dull since Lovino's murder. As if when Lovi left, he took Antonio's happiness with him. Alfred was quietly ordered to get up. Alfred got out of his bed and Antonio leaned closed to Alfred's ear.
"Make a sound and I will make sure your head rolls across the deck while your body is floating in the ocean. Understand?"
Alfred fearfully nodded his head, shaking his messy blonde hair out of his face at the same time. Antonio walked Alfred to his life boat and lowered the boy so he may climb into it. Antonio then jumped silently into the small boat and started rowwing back to his own ship, keeping a sharp eye on Alfred.
When they returned to the Venganza, Antonio immediately threw Alfred in one of the lower decks they had transformed into a holding cell years before.
"Why did you take me here!" Alfred screamed at last. "Iggy will come looking for me and then you'll get it!"
"Scream all you want, boy. These walls are sound proof. No one will here you. Not even 'Iggy'."
"Damn..." the blonde muttered under his breath.
"Listen to me, Alfred. I have captured you so you will follow my rules, do I make myself clear?" Antonio stated. Alfred crossed his arms over his chest and stuck out his lower lip.
"I don't have to listen to you," he said rebelliously.
"Sí, I'm afraid you do," Antonio refuted pulling a blade out of his boot.
"You won't hurt me. Iggy won't let you." Alfred informed, though a flicker of fear flashed across his arrogant face. In one quick, swift motion, the blade crossed Alfred's face, making a small cut slicing through his cheek. Bright red blood oozed out and trickled down his face as he let out a cry of horror and pain. Antonio leaned close to him and whispered to him evilly
"But Arthur isn't here."
Pure horror implanted itself in the American's face as the dark-haired man left the room leaving Alfred alone in the damp, cold, and dark cell.
Alfred: DUDE! Why am I not heroic enough to escape?
Mattie: Al, its just a story...
Antonio: LOVI! NO! YOU CAN'T DIE ON ME!
Feli: WHY LOVI! WHY DID YOU HAVE TO DIE!
Lovi: Hey! Antonio! Feli! Get off me!
Gil: Out of curiosity, what does the Italian mean?
Lovi: It means 'Here lies Lovino Romano Vargas. May the heavens watch over him while he sleeps' dumbass.
Gil: Ah thanks man
Me: Alright. Rate, review, you know the drill.