Take a hand, form a circle, that's… that's a circle.
….BIN LADEN IS DEAD.
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia!
The call was made clearly in Spainish. Antonio and I just stayed in the comfort of each others' arms, listening to the sounds of the pirates above us getting ready to pull into port. I shivered, noticing how cold it was even with Antonio and the blankets. The pirate laughed at me and wrapped his scarlet coat around me.
"I need to go help, Lovi," Antonio whispered and started to get up, "Do you still feel sick?"
I gave him a small nod and pulled the blankets over my head.
"You'll be okay without me here?"
"I'll be perfectly fine, stupid asshole!" I wiped my nose on my arm and listened to him chuckle and walk out. As soon as Antonio was gone, I sat up and looked out the circular window. Land was in view, Singapore, I think. After almost a month, I could get off this fucking ship!
Well, that's what I thought. When we pulled into port, Antonio told me to take a siesta, as he called them. I was the only one left on the Spanish ship, and I couldn't fucking fall asleep!
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"Captain Fernandez-Carrideo. I am honored be your acquaintance," The small Japanese man sat on his knees in front of me, "Why have you called for an assembly of pirates? I am curious."
I took my crew, and Lovi, into Singapore for a bit of... assistance. The British were slowly taking over our seas. If I wanted Lovi to be safe with me, they needed to be stopped.
"Kiku-San, I am sure you are aware of the British trading companies taking over the seas. Executing any and all pirates, and taking them back to England to be hanged. I've heard even the British pirates are being executed."
"I am aware, and it is an issue that must be taken care of," Kiku had an emotionless stare as he looked at the Greek in the corner of the room, who was holding onto a small cat, "But what should we do? Fight?"
"I'm just suggesting for a council of pirates to decide what we should do."
"A council is a good idea. If the Russians are already here, surely the English and the French will follow," He stood up and started to walk to the doors, "But one more question," He turned to the Greek and he set the cat down and exited the small room, "I found a Prussian thief running about my port last night."
The Greek came back with the Prussian, hands bound behind his back. Gilbert! How'd he get to Singapore? The Greek threw Gilbert down onto the floor in front of us.
"Do you know this thief?" Kiku pulled his katana out from its holder.
I took a deep breath, "...Never seen him before in my life."
"I see," He lifted Gilbert's head up by his bangs and held the blade to his throat.
"Antonio! Come on, man! You're being a really unawesome pirate right now," Gilbert looked up to me, "Tell him to stop!"
I stood there with stone eyes. One of my friends, about to be murdered right in front of me by this quiet Japanese man. I couldn't save him, no matter how much I wanted to. I had to stay on good terms with the pirates in Singapore for Lovino's safety.
"Bruder!" A deep voice, thick with German accent. A masculine blonde, crashing through the window. Ludwig Beilshimidt, Gilbert's younger brother.
The Beilshmidt brothers were no pirates, but two men who worked on ships, at ports, anywhere they could get work. They were also thieves. But not the sort of thieves you'd classify as a pirate. Gilbert had been a big help on quite a few of my raids, although.
"Hercules!" Kiku looked at the Greek. In the midst of the chaos, Gilbert had gotten loose. Hercules nodded and unsheathed his cutlass. Ludwig did the same.
"Go, bruder! Look for Feliciano, I've lost track of him," Ludwig yelled to his elder family member as he deflected a blow from Hercules.
"Lugwig, you can't take them both on!" Gilbert looked at his brother
"Just go! I'll be fine!"
"Lud-"
"GO!"
Gilbert took a few steps back and just nodded. He jumped for the window and just barely made it. He climbed out and took off down the streets of the pirate-ridden port.
"Antonio-San! Quit standing around and go catch him," Kiku ordered me to leave. I was about to protest, but I needed to see Lovi. If the Beilshmidts were here, Feliciano was probably snooping about my ship, trying to find my Lovi!
...0...
I groaned and rolled out of the silk red bed. When was Antonio going to come back and get me? I was fucking sick of staying on this ship!
I heard footsteps up on the main deck. Was Antonio back? Esteban? Anyone? I buttoned Antonio's coat up to my chest, it was the only thing I was wearing besides my undergarments, and walked out onto the deck. Only, it wasn't Antonio waltzing around aimlessly. Or Esteban. It was my dear little-
"Fratello," Feliciano squealed and jumped onto me, "Fratello! Fratello! Ludwig was right! You are here!"
"F-Feli," I wrapped my arms around my annoying brother tightly. He was a pain, but I still loved my little fratello. It made me happy just to see a familiar face, "How'd you get here?"
"W-Well, after you got kidnapped," He wiped some tears away from his eyes, "Ludwig stayed with me for a few days. He said that he didn't like how depressed I was being. Grandpa was really sad too. Isabella thinks you're dead. But anyways-"
"What... Isabella..." I was awestruck. Being gone for a few days and my fiancé thinks I'm dead and moves on with her life, "Isabella, my Isabella would never think that..."
"Ve... Fratello, she's marrying again. She moved on, I-I'm sorry."
"The damn tramp!" I screamed, "It's been four fucking weeks! I haven't been gone that long! The fucking hussy just goes and marries some random man? Damn the tart to Hell!"
"Fratello, calm down!"
I fell onto my knees and cried. Isabella... How I loved her so. Why? Why did everyone have to be against me?
"Just..." I wiped my eyes on Antonio's coat, "Just finish the story, Feli."
"O-Okay," He sat down beside me, "Ludwig said he didn't want me to s-stay sad, so he told me we'd go and find you," I took a deep breath, "I-I left Grandfather a note, telling him where I went. Me and Ludwig left at night. I-it was Ludwig, his brother Gilbert, an Austrian named Roderich, and a few more men. W-We have a small ship, but it still gets us go to faraway places. And I found you, Fratello. We can go back home to Grandpa!"
I looked over at him with wet eyes, "...Y-Yeah."
Truth be told, I wasn't sure I wanted to go back home just yet. Maybe I wanted to see the world. Maybe I wanted to learn how to be strong, instead of being a wimp. Maybe...
Maybe I was in love? Truly and deeply in love? But with what or whom? The ocean? The ship? The fresh air? Open skies?
...Antonio?
I shook the thought from my head. No one loved me. It was something that just came with being Lovino Vargas.
"Fratello," Feliciano looked at me, "Do you even want to come home?"
I pulled my knees into a chest. This was my little brother. I could be honest with him, "I don't think I'm ready, Feli. When I'm out here, on the sea I mean, I get to see so much of the world I can't see in Napoli."
Feliciano had a small smile on his lips, "Are you in love, Fratello?"
My cheeks had an embarrassing pink tint to them, "Of course not! Has being out on the sea made you even more of a dumbass?"
"Ve~ you'll fall in love again soon," He blushed a bit and the wind blew his bangs out of his face, "I'm in love with Ludwig."
I snapped my head towards him, "He's a man, Feli! And a potato-bastard too! Being with a man is blasphemous!"
Like I was one to talk. I slept with Antonio. Forcefully, though.
"But, Fratello! Ludwig is so cool," He whined, "He protects me and keeps me warm and safe! I love Ludwig!"
"It's still a sin," I told him, "If the church knew, they'd be pissed." I knew something wasn't right about the potato-bastard the moment Feliciano invited him to dinner a few months ago, "You're only fourteen, Feli. You don't need to fall in love right away. Meet a nice, pretty girl."
"But you're seventeen, Fratello! And you almost got married!"
"Doesn't matter. He's a man. How old his he, anyways?"
Feliciano grumbled his answer.
"What was that?"
"Twenty-two," He spoke a bit louder, "But it's okay. I don't mind!" He stayed cheerful. How could he be so happy? I guess that's what love does to people.
"Lovi!" I perked my head up as I heard Antonio's voice down below.
"Feliciano! Are you up there?" A German accent followed Antonio's smooth Spanish accent. I suspected the potato lover, but it sounded a bit different. I stood up and looked over the railing. Antonio and an albino man were climbing up the plank that let us board the ship.
"Gilbert!" Feliciano cheered and smiled down, "You're safe! But where's Ludwig?"
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