I'm so embarassed about the Ti Amo drama from last chapter! It's all Google Translate's fault! Happy Easter to all my lovely readers!
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia
I laid stretched across Antonio's silky bed once more. Despite how cold and wet his coat was, I held onto it. Antonio was still out on the ship, he and Esteban had gone to the Cossack ship to try and uphold an alliance. Dammit, Antonio! He shouldn't be moving around! He has a fucking hole in his stomach!
But why should I even care? I held onto the coat tightly and closed my eyes. I inhaled the scent of Antonio; rum, tomatoes, ocean breeze, and something I couldn't quite identify, yet I think it was my favorite scent. What the hell was I doing? Missing Antonio? The fucking bastard kidnapped me and raped me not that long ago! He took me from Isabella and the simple life I dreamed of having!
Yet I couldn't find myself mad at him, the complete opposite actually. I sat up and rolled the coat into a ball and threw it across the room. I slid off the bed and picked up Antonio's journal, reading one of the entries that seemed really descriptive. I read my name quite a few times, and those words Antonio spoke to me earlier, 'Te amo.'
Te amo. What did that mean? It seemed important. If only I knew. Trying to decipher the meaning gave me a migraine.
I threw the journal across the room and it settled with the long coat. I couldn't stay in this room anymore! It just made me think of Antonio! I muttered curses in Italian and sat up, noticing a black heap in the corner of the room. Curious, I inspected it.
My tailcoat from the wedding. I frowned and remembered my fiancé's terrified face when Antonio and his crew entered the Catholic church. I wonder...
I slid my hand inside one of the pockets and felt two cold metal rings. Smiling slightly to myself, I pulled one out and slipped it on my ring finger. It felt right. I set the tailcoat back down and stepped up the steps onto the main deck.
Our ship still hadn't moved; we were right next to the Russian pirates. If I desired, I could have spotted Antonio's scarlet hat aboard the allied ship. I just ignored it and walked along to the forecastle deck. The pirates had stopped going about their duties when I walked by. I casted them curious glances. Some of them appeared a bit hostile towards me. I advanced forward quickly and just hoped Antonio and Esteban would be back soon.
"Hey," I turned around to be greeted by a gruff looking older pirate.
"C-Can I help you?" This man seemed to be rather intimidating.
"You're the Lovino kid that we kidnapped a few weeks ago. And you're also the reason our captain's injured, aye?"
I looked down at my feet, I'm the reason Antonio took that stab? N-No, Antonio wouldn't do that for me. No one would.
"I think it's ye best interest if you keep away from Captain Antonio. We don't need him getting caught up in anything scandalous."
"I-I think you're getting the wrong impression of this," Lie. Lie to save yourself any trouble. I never noticed Antonio and Esteban jumping off the rope onto the pirate ship, "Antonio and I have nothing to do with each other!"
No... that didn't sound right. I didn't want to admit it but...
"Really now? I'm glad to hear it," The bearded pirate gave me a toothless grin, "I guess Antonio just got you on this ship for the sake of mayhem, then." He turned around and nodded to Antonio, "Captain," and walked back to his post.
Antonio just looked at him for a moment and then turned his head to me. He heard what I said; that we had nothing to do with each other. Antonio just walked to me with a serious look on his face, "The Cossacks are sailing with us to Singapore. If you're going to be on my ship, I suggest you learn to sword fight."
"Antonio?" My voice was small. I can't believe Antonio heard that.
"Esteban will teach you. No one on this ship is allowed to be useless."
Useless? Useless? I haven't even been on this ship for a month! I thought Antonio wanted to take care of me! I thought he'd be the last person in the world to ever call me useless! Again I asked myself, why did I care? Antonio wasn't Isabella. He couldn't provide me with the emotion of love. Or lust. Or anything but fear and anger.
I just stomped off. I couldn't escape Antonio. We were on the same ship. Anything I did would probably be reported to him, he was so fucking controlling.
"What's wrong?" Esteban's smooth voice followed me to the quarter deck.
"Nothing! Antonio's being a Spanish bastard! Like always!" I sat down onto a wooden crate.
"What'd he say?" Esteban took over steering the ship. He leaned against the wooden wheel and looked back at me with his single eye.
"Just... just..." I sighed and told him the story.
"I see," He turned around and steered left. The Cossacks followed us, "He'll cool off. Just give him a few days. If you really want him to stop being an ass, find a tomato and give it to him. Or point out a sea turtle."
"Why?"
"Antonio loves those things. Tomatoes and turtles."
I looked out at the setting sun. I didn't know where the Hell I'd find a tomato out in the sea. And I couldn't stay near the edge of the boat without vomiting long enough to spot a turtle. I just stood up and looked at Antonio who was up in the crow's nest.
"Going to sleep?" Esteban looked at me.
I slowly nodded.
"Sleep well," He patted me on the head and I headed down into the captain's quarters and slept on the wooden planks next to the bed.
I didn't wake up the next morning on the bed.
MY POOR ITALIAN BABY! Antonio usually carries him up onto the bed when he falls asleep on the ground. I feel like i rushed through this chapter. Ivan and Matthew will make their debut next chapter! Maybe Hercules and Kiku as well!
