Lovino cursed angrily to himself, sweeping up the deck of this untidy ship. Honestly, he expected it to be a lot cleaner, consitering it was Francis' ship. Alas, here Lovino was, cleaning up the mess of the filthy crew and discussing captain.

"Damn Frenchie..." he grumbled "Can't clean up for himself...lives in a pigstie ..making me clean...I never had to clean up with Antonio!...I was never any good at it anyways...damn it, where is Antonio!" He kicked the ground, making him stub his toe. Of course, he let out a small shriek. Then he heard a chirping noise...an annoying chirping noise.

Pierre.

As the annoying, blue fuzz ball flew past him, Lovino snached him up. "Stupid bird! Always mocking me for stupid-huh? A note?...eh, I'll see what stupid bastards up to." he shrugged and opened the note attached to the bird's leg.

"Hm...Dear Francis...I..." he squinted at the sloppy hand writing (that actually looked very familiar . "I'm really wor...worried right now and need some help...I heard you're not to far...so I'll be heading over that way...thanks...Antonio...Antonio!" he jumped up for a moment overjoyed. Antonio would be coming over! That ment Lovino would be saved! He could go home and eat those stupid churros Antonio loved so much. Ah, churros actually sounded very good right now.

Lovino had only eaten gross French food for the past week. It wasn't bad, actually, he just preferred Italian or even Spanish. Besides, eating at a table or in his room with Antonio was better than in a cell on any given day.

Back to the note.

He dashed across the ship and grabbed a bottle of ink from a vacant table. He crawled up onto the tall chair and pulled a feather from Pierre, making him echo a loud squack.

Rushed footsteps were heard and Lovino went into panic. Francis rounded the corner and gasped at what he saw. "Lovino! Hurting my Pierre, and...writing a letter?!' The french man walked closer and grabbed Antonio's note, eyes widening. "Antonio! You were writing to him?! Ah, you were going to try and get him to save you, huh? No one can save you. I own now. I don't know why you think my friend can take you back yo your former home, but he can't." He growled.

Lovino gulped, Francis looked mad.

Like, beat a little kid mad.

"I-" he started, only to be hushed as he was hoisted by the waist, being carried into an empty cell. "Hush. You're a naughty,naughty boy, Lovino. Do you know what we do with naughty boys here?"

Lovino shook, feeling his eye moisten.

"They get punished."

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Antonio was now steering the ship, having thought the former driver was going to slow. He was now headed towards England, where he knew Francis would be. An annoying chirp told him Francis had revived his letter and wrote back.

There was some scribbles (which looked oddly like Lovino's handwriting) then some actual words.

'Dear Antonio,

Feel free to come over! Although everything's a bit of a mess. I've bought a maid and I'm sure you'll love to see him. He's such a little cutie.

-Francis'

A side note, this is an AU where Francis doesn't know about Lovino, but Lovino had heard a lot about Francis, thus being scared around him.

R&R please!

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