Oh my God, I am so sorry this took so long, I had writers block and yeah, I'm an arsehole.

I still don't own Hetalia.

Antonio worked swiftly, for an idiot. Not that Lovino had much room to talk, what the fuck had made him kiss the fool...and don't even think of telling him it was love, dammit!

The crew were all untied in record time (Or at least Lovino assumed it was some kind of record, if there was some bastard out in the world, timing how long it took pirate crews to get themselves untied...if there was, they was probably German)

"What next, Captain?" Whispered Femke.

Lovino glared at her for knocking him out of his daze. "We get the fuck out of here." He replied hoarsely.

He'd only spoken quietly, but his voice seemed to have carried well amongst the crew. They dispersed and made their way along the rickety planks that joined the ships together.

Lovino was beginning to think that perhaps their escape would go completely unnoticed when he heard a clatter behind him followed by a sharp whistle.

He span on his heel, it was Emil. A boy he vaguely remembered as being the younger brother of Lukas. He was young and not the bulkiest young man he'd ever come across, and on his own he wouldn't do much damage, but it was that silver whistle that he held between his lips which was the real danger.

Lovino realised that many members of his crew had stopped still, he turned back to them "Go!" he hissed. He was admittedly not the bravest of men, but Lovino was an expert in getting away quickly. He hurried his men along, fighting the urge to go ahead of them.

He was still on the deck of the enemy ship when the first person sprang to his aid.

Lukas stumbled onto the deck, he had clearly been running to his brother's aid. One look at the near empty deck was all he needed before he drew his sword and started barking orders in what was presumably Norwegian. Apparently it was a command to go and get the rest of the lazy as fuck crew.

Lovino wasted no more time and sprinted over the precarious piece of wood and back onto his own ship. "GET GOING!" he yelled, running along the ship and towards the upper deck. He hadn't really had time to grab any supplies yet. He didn't know whether they still had weapons on the ship or anything. A bullet thumped into the mast, with the shitty accuracy guns had, who knew who that bullet was for. They needed to move quickly.

Femke appeared by his side, he had no idea where she had come from. "We're missing most of our cannon balls" She announced worriedly.

Lovino nodded, he wasn't very good at tactics, nor were his brothers, it seemed that none of them had inherited their father's tactical knowledge. There was a shower of bullets, and aggrieved yelps from his crew. How was anyone supposed to work in these conditions. They were just lucky that they were just a little too close to be shot at by the cannons.

Fuck, he hadn't taken any of this into consideration. It didn't help that it was dark and no one had been intelligent enough to light any lamps.

It struck Lovino that they might not make it out of there alive. They were out gunned and they had no plan. All they had was a running away plan, not a sea battle plan. He was under no illusion that they would win if it came down to a fight. He felt something by his hand and realised that Femke was handing him a sword "Just in case" she murmured.

Femke darted off into his gaggle of a crew. Lovino frantically looked around for Antonio but it was too dark to see. They needed a miracle.

The ship was shunted sharply to the side and into the other ship. Lovino slipped and grabbed the ships wheel to steady himself. "Ve, sorry Lovino" Oh for fucks sake! He said he needed a miracle not this ass hole. Okay so perhaps that wasn't the best thing to think when your baby brother had come to your rescue despite his own cowardly nature, but why did it have to be Feliciano.

"Hey, Fratello!" Marcello too? Fuck.

Lovino scrambled to his feet and tried to look courageous. "What are you bastards waiting for? Get over here!" Lovino bawled as loudly as he could at the beaming faces that he could just about make out from his place on the deck.

That seemed to be all that was needed for Felicano's crew to pour onto Lovino's ship and start firing on the Scandinavian pirates. Lovino watched in amazement, how the fuck had Feliciano managed to get his crew that well trained (Minus their apparent ineptitude at sailing a ship without hitting anyone)

"Why didn't you wait for us to rescue you?" Feliciano asked, having made his way over to his brother whilst he was staring in awe at the fight going on below them.

Lovino looked down at his younger brother "No one was coming, we were told there wasn't"

Feliciano frowned "I hope my pigeon didn't get lost," he murmured softly "I liked her"

If Lovino knew Feliciano as well as he thought he did, then the bird was probably manky beyond belief and had probably at one point been badly injured.

It didn't take long after Feliciano's crew arrived for the Scandinavians to give up, they knew they wouldn't win a fight against both crews together (Or they assumed they wouldn't due to numbers, Lovino had his doubts about how likely they would have been to win)

At any rate, they were free men (and women) now. Lovino walked down the steps. Where the fuck was Antonio? He caught sight of some brown curly hair out of the corner of his eye but when he turned he wasn't there. Lovino frowned. What if Antonio didn't want to talk to him anymore? What if Antonio thought he was weird? Well, if that was the case then maybe Lovino didn't want to talk to Antonio! Yeah, that was it. If Antonio didn't want to talk to him then he sure as hell didn't want to talk to him, so there!