HOLY SHIT. 65 REVIEWS? I LOOOOVE ALL OF YOU! Also, one of my reviewers (I forgot your username, Jocelyn.) sits next to me in Science. My dear Jocelyn gave me a pirate hat just because I was writing this FanFic. I LOVE YOU, JOCELYN. YOU'RE ONE OF MY MANY TURTLES. Meh. Was going to update this yesterday, but I was teasing my pregnant dog because she couldn't jump on my bed. She's a mini Australian shepherd. I was also watching Adventure Time. AND NOTHING GETS IN THE WAY OF ADVENTURE TIME. Not even Hetalia. Let's see how many times Lovi says 'bastard' in this chapter!

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The four of us sat on barrels and leaned on the edges of the ship as we surrounded the Quarter Deck. I took my seat on a barrel while Antonio leaned on the wooden railing right next to me, constantly reaching for my hand and trying to grab my curl. I was going to murder the bastard the next time he reached for my curl.

"Ve, Gilbert you still didn't tell me where Ludwig is." Feliciano rocked his feet back and forth as he looked at his potato-bastard boyfriend's potato bastard brother.

The albino just shrugged and looked at his shoulder when a small yellow bird landed on it, "Don't know. I wouldn't worry about West. He's a strong guy, thanks to me raising him, after all."

"West?" Feliciano looked confused, "Who's that?"

"Ludwig. It's a super awesome nickname thing that only us brothers can know about."

I scoffed and swatted Antonio's hand away. Gilbert was just one of those annoying bastards who was full of himself. What the fuck was with that yellow bird on his shoulder anyways? The stupid thing stared into souls!

"It's been a long day," The Prussian man stood up, "Me and my awesome little bird deserve a beer. I'll be at the bar." Gilbert walked down the wooden stairs and down the loading ramp. He took off up the pier and towards the pirate-ran port. I looked down at my little brother. He looked trouble and worried.

"Fratello, do you think Ludwig will be okay?" Feliciano looked up at me with a slight frown.

I glanced at Antonio out of the corner of my eye. The captain kept a steady gaze on my younger brother, and quite frankly, it made me a bit jealous.

"He'll be fine! Like the potato-bastard's brother said, don't worry about him! Just let your pedophile boyfriend figure it out himself!" Antonio reached for my curl again, "And don't fucking touch me there, or I'll break your stupid finger, bastard!" I stood up and faced Antonio, who just smiled at me.

"Aw, does my Lovi need a hug?" He opened his arms and reached for me.

"Go to Hell, dumbass!" I snorted at him.

"Ve~ Let's give big brother a nice hug!" My idiot brother came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my chest. Antonio's arms snaked around my waist, crushing me with his strength. I called them both idiotic dumbasses, pushed them away, and stomped off the ship.

...0...

I watched Lovino stomp off the loading ramp and down the pier, mumbling things in Italian. The boy's fiery attitude was what made him so irresistible. I was left alone with his little brother.

Feliciano was almost as cute as his elder brother. The single flyaway curl sticking out of the side of his head, Italian accent, short, and brunette hair. Although Lovino's was much darker. He was airheaded, cowardly, and extremely friendly. The opposite attitude of Lovino. How old was Feliciano when I met Lovi? Eight? Nine? The Italian boy, however, was staring at me like he was terrified to be alone with me, "What's wrong?"

"Wh-Why did you take Fr-Fratello, Mister Pirate S-Sir," Feliciano seemed almost too scared to speak to me, "I-I mean... B-Big Brother doesn't seem like the type to talk with p-pirates. A-Ah! Not that I don't think y-you're like the o-others... Ah! Not like y-you aren't as scary and old as them. Ah! B-But you're not old! O-Or scary! I-It's not a b-bad thing though!"

I listened to the boy ramble on and on, trying to apologize in his own way, "It's not like I never knew him before I kidnapped him, Feliciano. Lovi was what I wanted for six years. I waited and waited for him to be older, almost tempted to come snatch him away when he was twelve. But I kept my patience, and came into port the day I learned of his marriage to Isabella," I spat out her name like it was Davey Jones himself, "I couldn't let Lovino get married to such a tramp. So I killed the nun who screamed when we came closer to the church, and snatched Lovi before it was too late."

"When'd you'd first meet Fratello?"

"When I was eighteen. I'm twenty four now. When we first came to Napoli when my father was still alive, he was the captain of our ship back then, I met my Lovi on that night. When we left the next morning, I swore that I'd come back and take Lovi."

Feliciano was quiet for a moment, "Please take care of Fratello."

"What do you mean?"

"I asked him to come home with me, but he said he didn't want to," I felt my cheeks heat up and a smile form on my lips as Feliciano spoke, "Maybe he likes you." The Italian smiled a bit, "Like how I like Ludwig."

…0…

I sat in the bar down in one of the alleys. Esteban saw me wandering the streets and took me in here. Luckily they had wine, I'd kill myself if I drank that shit rum again, but it was really cheap. But still, it was better than nothing.

"What's wrong with you now, Romano," Esteban looked over at me from his stool, "More drama with Antonio?"

I shot him a glare, "Why do you keep on calling me that?"

"Romano? You told me I could call you that when you were drunk."

I grunted, and took another sip of the cheap alcohol, "Whatever. I just don't like the way Antonio looks at Feliciano."

This seemed to catch the pirate's interest, "And how does he look at him?"

"Like he's something just there for his pleasure. It bugs the shit out of me! Feliciano has that stupid potato bastard! Antonio needs to just leave him alone!"

"Are you jealous, Romano?" He teased me and ruffled my hair. I just pushed his hand away when it got too close to my curl.

"Of course not! Just…" I thought of a good excuse, "Feli's too damn good and innocent for a pirate bastard like him!"

"And this 'potato bastard' is good enough for your brother?"

"No way in fucking Hell! The guy's a total creep! Feliciano's only fourteen. Ludwig's obviously taking advantage of him!"

"Hm," Esteban smiled a bit, "Maybe it's just because you and your brother look alike."

"What do you mean?"

"Romano, it's not really any secret. It's quite obvious, actually. Antonio has feelings for you."

My cheeks felt hot, I leaned in a bit closer to Esteban, "No chance! Anto—"

"Quit denying it, Romano. Why would he randomly kidnap you? Just for another member of the crew? If he wanted one, he could just pull any man working at port onto his ship. There's obviously a special reason he wanted you."

I stayed silent. I really didn't know what to say.

"But be extremely careful. The captain's a dangerous man, you should know that. I'll watch out for you, though."

...0…

I crossed my arms and tapped my foot, "...I can't believe we're staying the night here."

It was almost nighttime, and I had found Antonio and Feliciano. They were joined by that Gilbert guy again, and some French pirate whose name was 'Francis.' The French fucker creeped me out. But, Gilbert and Francis were Antonio's two friends, so I just stayed away.

Still no sign of Ludwig, and Feliciano was getting extremely uneasy. He constantly glanced around frantically for the German and kept asking me if we could look for him. I just told him we'd be okay. And now here we were.

In front of a brothel.

"Aw, come on, Lovi," Antonio gushed and wrapped his arm around my shoulder, "It will be fun! You get to stay in a house full of lovely women who will be all over such a handsome Italian boy like yourself, ?"

"It's not like you'd let them anywhere near me, bastard," I muttered and shook his arm off of me, "Besides. This place is stupid. It makes me think of Isabella."

"Ah? Are you calling your fiancée a harlot?" Antonio sounded cheerful to the confession

I shrugged, "Guess so. And that's ex-fiancée, thanks to you."

"Don't be such a downer, peu Italien," Francis told me, "It'll be fun!"

I scoffed and walked inside the building. A Chinese man, or woman. I couldn't tell, stood in the hallway. The asian walked up to me and wrapped its thin arms around my shoulders, "I'm good, aru."

A man. It was obvious by the voice. Antonio and the rest followed in after me. Antonio shot the Chinese a glare and he back off of me. Francis stepped forward and spoke to the man in fluent Mandarin, obviously flirting. After a few moments, the two sauntered down the hall and off into one of the bedrooms.

This place was disgusting.

Gilbert had disappeared once we got to our room. Feliciano told me he saw him go off with a blonde man with green eyes and a brunette man with a mole below his mouth. I made a disgusted sound and flopped onto the broken in bed.

"I'm going to go speak with Kiku again," Antonio announced to me and my unusually quiet brother, "Will you be okay with me gone, little Lovi?"

"Go to Hell, pirate."

"I'll take that as a yes," He snuck a kiss onto my cheek and ran out, "Buenas noches, mi amo!"

"Bastard!" I yelled after him, "Don't fucking kiss me!"

Feliciano sat on the bed beside me, "You're in love, Fratello!" He cheered, "You're in love with Antonio!"

"Am not!" I pushed him onto the floor.

"Are too! Just say it!"

The two of us bickered in Italian for at least an hour over the subject. I finally got up and walked to the window, "Get off my case, I won't say it!"

Feliciano stood behind me, holding his arms out for a hug, "Come on and be proud. It's okay, you're in love, Fratello. You'll be much happier if you just admit it."

The two of us fell asleep afterwards in the same bed. My damn brother smelled like garlic and pasta. In the middle of the night, I felt the weight shift next to me and heard little footsteps run out the door. I woke myself up and wrapped the sheet around me, standing by the window.

Outside, Ludwig was coming down the street with Antonio. The German's arm was wrapped in bloodied bandages, but other than that, he looked pretty alright.

My idiot brother ran out the door and squealed in delight when he saw Ludwig. Antonio disappeared into the brothel, leaving the two alone. My brother and his partner hugged for what seemed like the longest time. Finally, Feliciano reached up for a kiss, and the larger man gladly kissed him back.

I blushed out of jealousy and quickly closed the curtain. I turned around and retreated back to the bed, throwing the pillow over my head, "This is all Antonio's fault," I muttered into the worn mattress.

I felt a large weight beside me and warm hands wrap around me. It wasn't Feliciano, but Antonio. He planted a kiss on my shoulder, assuming I was asleep. Slowly, I let myself fall asleep in his arms.

..At least I won't say it out loud.

MOAR FLUFF. I'm honestly too lazy to count the 'bastards.' Some of you thought I was going to quit if I didn't get more views on this. THAT'S NOT TRUE! I'm so determined to finish this story! It's not like my Junjou FanFics where I completely gave up from lack of interest XD I swear, I updated those like… every three months. I have a question. What's the fanfic where America is a child and England like… rapes him and stuff and France and Canada (I think it's them) come to save him? I MUST KNOW. If you know, please PM me or something! Also, since I'm such a FanFic n00b, do documents get deleted from stories after their life expires? 'Cause it says it stays in the system for 60 days…