Warning: This Chapter contains a bit of torture like the title of this chapter says, but it's not that bad, or so i think.
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia.
Whip! A strong blow hits my back and recoils back. I yell as the agony my body is consumed in terrorizes my mind. Sometimes I could hold in the shrieks of pain the Spanish bastard wanted to hear, but other times I couldn't. My grip around the chains that were around my wrists tightened as I prepare myself for another smack against my back. They rattle against the hook they're perched on as I hang in the air aboard the ship's torture chambers. Why the hell I didn't know about torture chambers on ships is something I can blame those damn tourist for; they never once said anything about the pirates having these sorts of quirks.
Feeling nothing grazing my back, I gasp for air. A chuckle sounded behind me, and then a hand came in contact with my skin. "Are you having fun, mi amigo?" It was Antonio, the one who held me on his ship. If I could just see him, I'd come at him hard with my strength, but for some reason I don't have any. My muscles slacken as his hand glides across my back then to my chest. "Hmm, and to think Arthur kept you all to himself." My head snapped up as he spoke my captain's name, but he grabbed my neck, pushing himself against my back as he did so. "Aw, I see I pushed a button." He chuckled in my ear as his clothes rubbed against the raw skin on my back.
I hissed, trying not to think about anything concerning the pain. If my hands weren't chained, I'd strangle the sick man right now. His hand started to ease off of my neck as it moved down my chest. I blushed as he came closer to my pants, thanking that he left them on, and closed my blurry eyes.
He chuckled, walking away from me. "You refuse to speak, and that's not any fun." I heard him sit on something as he hummed. "You're strong for being young; I wish I was like that when it came to Arthur." That put me into question.
"What...do you...mean?" I asked. It was hard to breathe for me, so it was a bit hard to say it; he probably just heard me mumble. I forced myself to look back at him over my shoulder even though all I saw were blurs.
I'm guessing he heard me since he smiled at me. "So the Englishman speaks." With the amount of strength I had in my head, I shook it. "Hmm." He got up again, coming closer to me. "I know you're not a Brit," I thought he was farther away from me, but his hand caught my chin. He was right in front of me, but I could barely tell, "so what are you? French?"
"Ha!" Though I wanted my shout to be loud, it wasn't. Damn this airless panting. "I'm not...French." His blur of a head looked me up and down. "I'm American." His hand moved from my chin to my chest. My breathing hitched as he started stroking my skin. "...what?" He just smiled, or that's what I think he did. He moved away, going to a certain area in this room. I heard a few noises of a chain being undone, and the next thing I know, I'm falling to the floor, able to walk again.
He came back over to me as I heard his boots across the floor. "I don't know why," he goes as he picks up the chains still connected to my wrists, pulling at it as I fell forward, "but I have a good feeling about you."
I started breathing better as I tried to stare at him. "What do you mean?" His arms just went up as if he shrugged. Another pull and I stared to get off the floor, following him. Since I couldn't see where we were going, the little clear specks of his boots against the floor were the things I stared at. "Where are you taking me?" I asked as soon as we went up some stairs.
"To get some fresh air." He simply stated. All of a sudden, my ears were welcomed by the beautiful sound of the waves. My gaze went up as I looked up at the sunny sky. I heard a hum from the Captain again, and instantly glanced at him. "I can tell that you like the outside."
I smiled, but soon replaced it with a scowl. I shouldn't be fraternizing with the enemy that freely. He just chuckled. "So what if I like the world outside?" A splash went against the ship, and that soothed my glare. Moving as slowly as I could, I walked over to the banister of the ship, placing my cuffed hands on it as I closed my eyes to listen. I didn't even notice that Antonio slackened the chains so I could do so. I inhaled the sweet salty smell of the sea, then sigh. "I love the sea."
"So do I, mi amigo." My ear twitched as he appeared to my right. "So beautiful, sí?" I nodded though I couldn't really see the ocean I longed for. Hearing a creak, I figured Antonio must have started walking again, but he didn't. "Why do you have your eyes closed?"
"Hm?" I opened my eyes, glancing at him as if I could still see. "Oh, uh." I scratched my cheek with a shy smile. "I...I'm sort of blind, so I was closing my eye to listen; I was also picturing the sea that I've always seen, so it's sort of like that I can see, but with my mind instead."
Being out in the light, I could easily see his pixel like head nod. "So you can't really see?" I chuckle slightly. "That's so sad! You're missing a lot in life. All the sites to see..."
"I know, but" he looked back at me from extending his arm out, "I'm not entirely blind. I can see, but everything's a blur right now. What gets me is how the hell my contacts even fell out of my eyes."
"Contacts?" His head cocked to the side as he stares at me. "I've never heard of such a thing. Do they help you see things clearly again?"
I nod. Before I could tell him more about anything, I heard a shout. The Spaniard flinched and I instantly knew who it could be. "Tomato bastard!" Feet stomping against the wood made me chuckle as Lovino made his way over. "What the hell is our prisoner doing out of his cell?"
"Lovi~," the man hugged the other, making the Italian flail, "I just thought he could get some fresh air."
"He would've had enough clean air down there." With as much clarity to the world that I could see, Lovino was as red as a tomato. I chuckled again. "What the hell are you laughing at?" I glanced at him, making sure if he was speaking to me, and chuckled again. "Damn it, put him back in the cell bastard!"
"No." I heard an 'eep' as Antonio's voice went serious. "Lovi, he maybe our prisoner, but that doesn't mean we have to be mean to them."
"Says the man who whips his captives like crazy." Lovi crossed his arms as he turned his back towards the Spaniard. "Fine, whatever you want, bastard, but don't come to me when he escapes from your hold."
"He won't." As if to make sure that he was right, he pulled the chains still around my wrists and I lurched forward a bit. "He's perfectly fine right now." I really couldn't see what was going on between the two, but I had a feeling that Lovi just let it go. "Oh! That's right. Lovi, I was just about to call you as you shouted for me." I saw the boy's head snap towards his captain as he awaited what he was going to say. "Do you know those glasses that we found a couple of weeks ago?" The boy nodded. "Could you fetch them for me? Por favor?"
He tsked. "I'm not your damn dog, idiota." Though he said this, he started walking towards another part of the ship.
"What do you need glasses for?" I asked, not really getting as to why they even had found glasses. Do they even exist in this time? I need to work on my history again.
"They're not for me," the man said. Lovino came back, placing the object in his captain's hands, "they're for you, mi amigo." Just as he said this, he put the glasses on me.
I gasped. The glasses were perfect! I could see everything clearly again! Scoping out the area, I was able to pick every detail apart about this ship. Smiling, I glanced back at the Spaniard. "They're perfect!" For the first time, I saw his smile without any trouble. "You know, 'Tonio," he hummed, "you're not half bad of a guy; though you did do those things to me." I shivered, feeling the pain on my back again. "You really got me hard." I said wincing.
Lovino scoffed. "Not as hard as that English bastard." My gaze that I threw at him held a questioning look, and he just turned away from me. "I'm going to cook us our damn food, bastard, so get read when I call for all of you." And off he went.
"Sorry about him," Antonio chuckled, "he doesn't think highly of anyone but me." I raised an eyebrow, and he just waved the subject away. "Speaking of how I treated you," his gaze went dead serious, "I only did it because I wanted some information to come flowing out of your mouth. It didn't work though, so I'm thinking up other things to get you to talk." He smiled as I swallowed some of my spit. So he is just as bad as he makes himself to be? "Don't worry though," he stepped closer to me, grabbing my chin, "I won't hurt this pretty little face of yours." I blushed as I pushed him away. He chuckled. "We'll continue this later." He whistled for a crew member, and he gave the chain to them telling them to bring me back down to my cell.
Sighing, I sat on the wooden floor that held some stains of my blood, gazing at the ceiling. He was so nice, but only for that small moment. I felt the glasses he gave me. He didn't need to, but he gave me these so I could see again. Taking them off, I look at them closely. There's something about him that he's not sharing, or I'm just seeing things. Catching a small similarity with these glasses and my own back home, I gasped. "These are mine, but how the hell did they get in this world?" Blinking, I chuckled and put them back on. "Jeez, this world can make it's own surprises for me."
Set Sail to the Sea
"Hey," a voice came from the back of the room, "wake up." I grumbled as I rolled over, slapping the air as if to say 'go away and leave me alone.' The voice giggled. A few scuttled sounds came over to me. "Wake up." I groaned as I just ignored the person. They huffed as a poke was felt against my back. My eyes whipped open as I shot up with pain. "I told you to wake up. You should know that keeping a woman waiting isn't proper."
Fixing my glasses as I slowly sat up, I looked at the girl. She smiled as I checked her out. Blonde wavy hair down to her shoulders, a simple shirt and baggy pants neatly kept up, a great smile from what I can see, and some green eyes that made me think of... "What do you want?" I ask with annoyance.
She frowns. "Is this how you speak to the one who's trying to help you?" I blinked. "Well, I'm just here to keep you fed so far, but I can tell you this," she winked at me, "Arthur will surly come for you."
I scoffed, chuckling at the absurd statement. She just stared at me. "He'd never come after me." I looked away. "Not after what I did."
"What'd you do?" She was interested, I could tell, but I didn't say anything. She sighed. "Well, anyway, I'm Bella." I glanced at her as she smiles again. "I'm from Belgium and a distant cousin to the captain."
"If you're related to Antonio then why are you going to help me?" She rolled her eyes as she placed a plate in front of me.
I stared at the food with hunger. I didn't notice it in her hands before, but didn't really care. "Who cares? I want to help you keep your strength up, so kill me." She picked up a fork, poking the small piece of meat on the plate before holding it in front of my face. "Now say 'ah'." I did as she asked, making her giggle as she fed me.
A few minutes passed as she fed me the food, and I thanked her for the small meal. Just as she was putting the last piece in my mouth, I caught her smiling. I blinked a couple of times, telling her I'd like to know why she was smiling, and she just shrugged. "You're cute." I blushed, but pouted. "Oh, sorry, is handsome better?" I nodded as she chuckled.
Her chuckle was short though as a sound was heard only to her ears. "I should go." She packed up the plate and utensils at a frantic pace. Before she got up to leave, she pecked my head, smiled then left. "See you tomorrow night!" She whispered. I smiled back and watched her leave.
Set Sail to the Sea
Expecting a nice poke to wake me up again, I didn't see the pail of water that was thrown on my back. My glasses fell of as I curved my back from the sting that settled through my wounds. Gasping for air, a chuckle came from above me. "You sure know how to keep from voicing your pain." I searched for my lenses, feeling a hand touch my shoulder. "Looking for these?" I squinted and saw my glasses. Snatching them away from the Spaniard, I placed them back on my nose, pushing them up as I could finally see again. "You look good with those on."
"You give me such complements yet you're a bastard to me." He giggled, yanking the chains as he made me stand. "You're having way to much fun with pushing me around." He eyed me as he wrapped the other end of the chains around a hook. A shrug came as his response as he pulled the metal rings, hoisting me up in the air again. I cringed as my shoulders sizzled with pain inside of my skin. Trying to laugh through my agony, my head falls as I stared at the floor. "You're going to whip me again already?" He hummed as a smack was heard. "You're too cruel. Waking me up with salt water to irritate my wounds then making more just because you see it 'fun' to do so."
"You know me so well already." His feet appeared in front of me as he pushed my chin up with two fingers, allowing himself to see my true pain that my face couldn't conceal. He smirked. "No pain no gain they say, am I right?" I closed my eyes as he let go of my chin to ruffle my hair. Pulling my locks, he made me look at him with more pain. "You're just lucky that I'm not using the metal tipped whip." My eyes started shaking in fear as I imagined the pain from that weapon. He smiled even more as he pushed my head back down, turning me around. "This is for what you're captain did to me!" As he said this, he whipped me.
What? I let myself focus on something other than the whipping, so I thought about what he said. Did Arthur do something to him that I don't know of? Leather against skin; my head lurching back as the grip of my hands against the chains increases. So he's taking his anger out on me? The Captain and I aren't anything but that; Captain and a mate. My eyes stung as tears poked at them. Though I want to be more.
Another landing and my sight started to grow dark. I chuckled. Losing consciousness already? As the leather was felt again, I shook my head. I need to last through this. Antonio's breathe hitched as he made another move. I can...make it. Keep it together...Alfred. You're stronger...than you think. I blinked a couple of more times before losing myself to the pain.
Set Sail to the Sea
"How long has it been again?" I asked Bella as she fed me. My hands were capable of moving, but I just liked having not to move. Damn that bastard really knows how to use that whip.
"Five days since you've come aboard." She spooned up some of the soup she brought and put it in front of my mouth; I took it graciously. "I'm just glad that Antonio stopped abusing you after that one morning." I huffed as I asked for more. "He's never been this mean before, not to a prisoner."
"I think it's because he thinks I'm 'precious' to my 'beloved' Captain." She chuckled as a blush fell up on my face. "Why does he have a stick up his ass when it comes to Arthur?"
Her smile disappeared into frown. Before she let me take the last sip of soup, she sighed and set the bowl down beside her. "It's something...personal to him, so...I don't have the right to share." My gaze grew even more interested as I stared at her uncomfortable face. She chuckled as a smile was forced onto her beautiful lips, and she continued to feed me again. "It's nothing really; he just takes things to a high level when it comes to the Brit."
I nodded, taking the last portion of the food she brought me, and sighed. "I hope it's nothing too extreme. I heard that Arthur used to be...blood thirsty...but I've never heard one story that was true. So far anyway." I looked at my cuffed hands. "He hasn't told me anything about him, yet I just stand there and wait for him to confess." I shook my head.
"That's so sweet." My eyes land on her, and she just smiles. "Waiting for the man you love to fully explain what their life has been like; not trying to urge, prod, or push the information out of him forcefully."
As her sentence settle inside my mind, I blushed. "N-no! Y-you got it all wrong! I don't love him!" She shushed me as I got too loud. My lips went sealed as we listened for any noise, seeing if I did wake anyone up with my loud mouth. When a few minutes went by with no noise, I continued. "I don't love him, I just care for him. That's all."
She rolled her eyes as I crossed my arms like a child. "You need to grow up and admit that you're in love with him. Every single time we talk about him, your eyes sparkle. If that isn't a sign of someone in love then what is it." I could swear that my face went even redder as it heated up. She giggled. "Your silence. Could. Be. The. Answer~." She smiled at my glare. "Well," she patted her legs as she got up. "I must be going before I get in trouble. Don't want that to happen." She picked up the little things as she kissed my head. "I'll see you latter love bird."
"Bella!" I whispered as a shout, telling her to shut up. She smiled and waved as she left me alone in the room once again. Glaring at the door, I sighed, laying on my stomach since my back was still sore. "Five days, huh? I wonder if he's even searching for me; most likely not." I took my glasses off and set them in front of me as I got ready to sleep. "It's not like it matters. He probably doesn't care about me."
"Then why did he call to you when you fell off the ropes into the sea?" I blinked. That voice...it sounds very familiar... "Alfred, you've been asleep for five days now, and...the scars on your back..." Mattie. "What's going on, Alfred? Who's hurting you?" I didn't know if I could answer him back, so I just stayed silent as I listened to his worried voice. "Please, wake up soon."
With that, his voice disappeared. "Mattie." I don't even remember telling him about that vision I had. How could he have known that happened? Anyway, I don't even know if it was Arthur who shouted my name. I sighed. "Why does this life of mine have to be so difficult?" I hummed as if to answer my own question, then fell asleep, thinking of what Bella and I were talking about.
She's learned quite a lot about me, and I've learned a bit about her and the others. She only came aboard the ship because she wanted to keep an eye on her cousin, though her brother hates his guts. I laughed when she said that those two use to brawl because Govert, her brother, just couldn't stand him and Antonio would just entertain him by going along with the fight.
Lovino, though was a different story. He's claimed to come from another world where he has a twin brother, but rarely speaks about it now since he's with Antonio. Bella said it was like love at first sight for the both of them, but Lovi wouldn't make it easy for their love. I just chuckled, but what got me was saying he's from another world. Could he be Feli's twin brother? But the boy's never said anything about having a twin... So many things to uncover in this world.
Now Antonio... Bella would avoid talking about his past, but... What I got out of her is that he use to be kind and caring before something happened to someone he cared about. I still don't completely understand what went on, but I know that it has something to do with Arthur. But what? My eyes opened since I couldn't get to sleep. I should stop thinking about this, otherwise I won't be able to sleep.
I started to shift as I was about to get up, but felt a stab of pain rise up my back. I held in my groans, as I looked to my left. "Good, so you're awake." I glared at the voice I heard, reaching for my glasses. As I situated them back on my face, he crouched in front of me. "Couldn't sleep, Alfredo?" I grunted while sitting up, making sure to not touch anything against my back. "Oh, no vas a hablar conmigo?"
"Well, it's kind of hard to talk to someone when you don't even understand what they're saying." He chuckled. "Was that necessary?" He raised an eyebrow as if to say 'que?'. I rolled my eyes, looking at something other than him. "You hit my back with something, was that necessary?"
He just laughed. "How was I supposed to know that you were awake?" I scoffed. "Now," he grabbed the chains, giving them a pull, "come with me."
"Oh, are you letting me have some fresh air?" Though I didn't really want to move, I followed him, thankful that I was able to walk a bit.
"Sí," we walked out the door and up some stair to the deck, "you're also going to meet a friend of mine." Thinking it was light out, I saw that it was still pitch black.
I blinked a couple of times to adjust my eyes to the darkness, and found us going towards a certain shape in the water. I squinted my eye, catching the thought of it being a ship, then hoping it was Arthur. Though I hoped, my mind broke at a laughter coming from the ship. "Keseseseseses. Yo, Antonio! It's the awesome me!"
"Gilbert!" The other man jumped over the two banisters and hugged the Spaniard. "It's been a while since we've plundered the seas together, sí?"
"Ja," he patted his shoulder then glared at me. "So is this one of your prisoners or something?" Letting his friend go, he walked over to me, grabbing my chin as if to examine me. "He's kind of cute." A smile plastered across his face as he released my chin, soon slapping my back. I winced as a slight gasp of air escaped through my mouth. Through the dark I could see him raise an eyebrow. "I see that you've taken your awesome time with this one." He laughed as loud as he could, and I just glared at the two.
"Well, I have a reason to." Antonio's chipper voice camouflaged his visible hate towards me. "He's of Arthur's crew." The other man's head snapped as he stared at his friend. "Gilbert, this is Arthur's first mate, Alfred. Alfred, this here Prussian is the most awesomest pirate around Europe. Gilbert Beilschimdt."
Note: I could've wrote more, but i wanted to end it like that for the time being. So two other characters are introduced, Bella and Gilbert. We also have a mystery going on to what Arthur did to Antonio, and why Antonio is hurting our poor American to the point he'll faint.
Well, I'll let you all imagine just what i'll do next ;P as this chapter says Torture! but not as bad as some other stories.
Note 2: I just realized that i've added Pirate!Gilbert, i hope no one minds a repeat character, and Al will have his fair chair of freaking out. I've been trying to avoid having two characters in both times, but Al does it and Lovino claims to be from another world also, so... Ah, we need more Gilbert. Said and done! I'm not fixing anything. Please don't mind this girl here, she's just a bit worried about getting comments asking 'Isn't Gilbert on the other side with Matthew?' yes he is, but there will be more details about it in the next chapter. No spoilers coming from this mouth...besides the one i did up top -sigh- i hope there's no harm done...
Translation: Oh, no vas a hablar conmigo? - Aw, you're not going to talk to me?
Ciao: I hope you all like the update! Thanks for reading, loves! R&R.
