Have you ever heard that song, I Won't Say I'm in Love? ROMANO RIGHT THERE.
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia yet!
The leather boot kicked me in the ribs. I fell down against the wooden planks and dropped my weapon. My enemy stood over me, his single hazel eye staring into my amber ones. He rose his sword rose to my neck, "Give up?"
I grimaced and scooted away. I regained my balance and picked my sword up, assuming an en garde position. The Spanish pirate laughed at me and sheathed his cutlass back to its holder, "Very nice. You're learning fast, Lovino. Just guard your right side better. It's your weakest point." Esteban took a swig from a bottle of rum that rested on the wood.
I slowly nodded and dropped my borrowed weapon, "Okay."
The orange evening sky had started to grow darker over the Atlantic Ocean. Esteban had been teaching me to swordfight for the past week, ever since Antonio told me to learn. Damn pirate, he was still being a bastard.
"What's on your mind, Lovino," Esteban snapped me out of my thoughts.
"Nothing."
"Pissed about Antonio?"
I slowly nodded. How'd this guy know?
"I can just tell. Let me tell you something, Lovino," He took another swig of rum, "just forget all your worries and drink your night away. That's how a pirate solves it," Esteban held out the bottle of rum to me. I bit my lip and inspected it. Have I ever drunken alcohol? Yes, but only wine. Quickly, I snatched the bottle out of his hands and took a large gulp.
Yuck. Antonio liked this shit? It was worse than potatoes! I quickly swallowed it and shuddered. Fuck this, I wanted my wine! I shoved the bottle back at Esteban, who laughed and took a swig.
"Don't like it?"
"Fuck no! It tastes like total shit, you stupid pirate!"
Esteban ruffled my hair like usual. But this time, I pushed his hand away. He just gave me a light smile, "You'll get used to it," He handed me the bottle again, "Try it again. Just keep drinking until you can't even taste if."
"In other words, until I'm drunk?"
"Yes."
I looked at the cold glass in my pale hands and back to Esteban once more. I guess he was right. I DID need to get Antonio off my mind for a bit. I took another swig of the revolting drink and made a disgusted face.
"No I'm not," I slurred and pressed myself into Esteban's chest, "quit sayin' things like that."
"You're completely wasted," I felt his hand run through my hair, "control yourself, Lovi."
I looked up at him and frowned deeply, "Yer not allowed to go 'round callin' me that."
"What? Call you Lovi? Why not?"
I gave him a drunken smile and felt my cheeks get pink, "Only Antonio can say that."
I heard Esteban's soft laugh. He twirled his index finger around my curl, "Do you have a soft spot for Captain Antonio?"
"Ahn... D-Don't touch that," I moaned and lazily swatted his hand away, "it makes me horny."
Esteban laughed once more. His hands slid down to my waist. In my drunken state, I had no issue with it. If I was sober, I would have ripped his dick off, "Does Antonio know about that?"
It was my turn to laugh, "No, he'd be all over me if he knew 'bout the curl." I reached for the bottle of rum beside us. This was my second bottle. Esteban had drunken three, if I remembered correctly. And he was still sober.
"Who 're the people on the other ship? Are they Spanish?"
"No, they're Russian. They're traveling with us to Singapore. Trading ships are less likely to attack pirates if they're traveling together."
"Pussies."
"Hm?"
"Pussies! The damn 'ussians are too pussy to travel alone," I yelled and laughed right afterwards.
"...If you say so," Esteban moved his hands away from my body, "You know how you said you had nothing to do with Antonio the other day?"
"I don't 'member much," I grumbled and closed my eyes, "Except 'Tonio's pissed at me."
"Stay awake," He whispered to me, "But anyways, do you feel anything special for the Captain?"
I opened my eyes and poked Esteban's cheek, trying to make the world stop spinning, "I like it when he tells me 'te amo.' Don't know what it means though," I felt heat rise to my cheeks, "He speaks nice Spanish."
"Of course he does. It's his native language. His father always nicknamed him Spain."
"My daddy called me Romano."
"I'll call you Romano too, then."
I pouted at him, "Fiiine," I took another gulp of rum and closed my eyes once more, "What does it mean?"
"Te amo?"
"Yeah. You're a Spainish-talker. Tell me."
"I really shouldn't. It's something you need to find out on your own."
I groaned and felt sick to my stomach, "Esto," I wanted to give him a nickname as well.
"Hm," He brushed his index finger along my cheek, caressing it softly.
"Don't feel good," I grabbed onto his shirt and he helped me up. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and helped me to the edge of the boat, where I vomited today's share of tack and salted meat.
"Just let it all out, Romano," He rubbed my back and whispered soothing words.
Once I was done, I leaned on Esteban for support. The pirate picked me up bridal style, "You're done drinking for tonight," I remembered him carrying me to the captain's quarters before I passed out.
I hadn't moved out of my room all day. The healing in my appendix was a slow process, and all I had done was drink rum and write in my journal all day. Lovino hadn't spoke to me almost all week. I guess I was perhaps a bit cold with him last week. But what he said… It irritated me.
I always knew Lovi wouldn't completely be mine. No matter how many times I referred to him as 'beautiful Lovi' or 'my Lovi' he wouldn't completely accept my feelings. He still thought of Isabella and his family and friends on numerous occasions.
I loved the boy. I loved the boy deeply. His harsh exterior meant that there was a soft, loving boy on the inside. His deep amber eyes and chocolate brown hair. His slender figure and his quick temper. Everything about him just… beautiful. Not hot, or cute, or pretty, or sexy. But the highest standard of them all. Beautiful
I heard the door open and I tilted my head up. Esteban walked in with my Lovi in his arms. I clenched my fists as he dropped my delicate angel on my bed. I quickly took notice of his state of being; passed out drunk, "What did you do to him?"
"Calm down, Antonio," He scratched the back of his head, "I was just showing him how to pass the time. Romano's a complete lightweight."
"Romano?" I quickly sat up, ignoring the sharp pain in my abdomen.
"He told me I could call him that. It's what his father used to call him."
I gritted my teeth together and took a deep breath, "Get out. I'll be teaching Lovi how to fight from now on."
"Captain, I'm sorry—"
"Just get out," I commanded, "Do you dare disobey my orders, Esto?" I sneered
The pirate turned and stomped out.
RAAH. I have to cut here because my dad is coming downstairs and I'll be FUCKED if he sees me on the computer. GOOD NIGHT, DARLINGS.
