OH MAH GOOOD. I'm so late with updating! My computer was broken! But you know, I'm still not sure what to do with the smut. I mean, we had some pretty mixed feelings in the reviews. There was one anonymous reviewer, OWARI, who mentioned mpreg, that's funny because that's what this story was originally going to be. XD

I'm not sure if I'll still put it in, unless you guys want it. It freaks some people out, and I don't wanna lose readers because of it. I think for the smut, I'll count up the reviews, people who want smut right now and people who say they want the relationship to develop more, and see which one gets more votes. If the smutty pervs get more votes, I'll put in the chapter of smut I wrote soon! If that happened, it'd probably be two or three chapters away.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Hetalia!

I woke up at the crack of dawn and looked to the lazy lump on the left of me, arms clutching me tightly. Being in this small bed was uncomfortable, and it didn't make it any better that Antonio had insisted on sharing a bed with me. I groaned and tried to fall asleep again, but the faint stream of sunlight streaming though the curtains prevented that. I groaned and pried Antonio off of me, pulling my shoes on and walking out of the room. I decided to get out of the inn, before I woke anyone up. I stilled down the early morning streets, buying an empanada from an early vendor, who I'm pretty sure ripped me off for the chicken-filled pastry, using my lack of understanding the Spanish language to his advantage. Swindling bastard. There were some people milling about, getting ready for the festival today and whatnot.

Hm. What was the festival going to be like? It was my d-date with Antonio, after all. And I got to drink my beloved wine again! It would probably be quality wine as well, not the cheap shit I've been forced to drink. Though nothing was ever as good as the alcohol back home. I stopped walking and looked down at my feet. I wondered how everyone was doing back home? Did Grandfather stop looking for Feliciano? Had that German with the long blonde hair confessed his love to Grandfather? How was Isabella doing? Was she married to her new husband? Suddenly, I realized I wasn't getting upset or pissed over her. I guess I was completely over that harlot now. A blush rose to my cheeks. D-Did I really want to be Antonio's l-lover?

"Gaaah!" I screamed and tried to pull the thought from my mind. I chomped down on the empanada. "Let's see..." I closed my eyes and tried to imagine my future bride. Light tan, sexy curves, nice rack, and silky brunette hair. But the face... Oh the face was the toughest. Ah, um... green eyes always looked lovely with brown hair. I smiled to myself. I was liking my ideal woman so far. My smile formed into a frown though. The face on my figment of imagination changed around, and formed into Antonio's. I snorted in disgust and opened my eyes. Antonio with boobs. And in a dress. Disgusting.

"Hey, Lovino."

I turned around. Alfred was walking towards me, yawning tiredly. It struck me that this was one of the first times I'd seen him without Arthur. He was eating an empanada as well.

"Good morning," I grumbled, still a bit freaked out by that mental image of Antonio.

"Are you going to the festival later on with Antonio?"

"Y-Yeah," I blushed a tiny bit, "are you? W-With Arthur, I mean! Not with Antonio!"

Alfred laughed his obnoxious laugh, "Of course I am! But don't tell Arthur. He'll just deny how much he loves me."

I tore my gaze from the man and back to my feet, "Really?"

"Yeah. That's another way you two are alike. You'll always deny your feelings of love!"

"Are you trying to imply that I'm in love with you, Alfred?"

"Not at all, Lovino!" He laughed again, "Of course you're in love with Antonio!"

"No I'm not!"

"See? You're doing it! You're denying it! You're totally in love with the guy!"

"Sh-Shut up!" I scowled at him, starting to walk away.

"I'll take that as your confession of love, Lovino!" Alfred yelled to me and took off down the other direction, "I'm gonna go tell Antonio!"

I stopped dead in my tracks, "W-Wait! You fucking American bastard, get back here!" I chased him down an alley when I finally lost track of him, "Dammit..." I whispered, catching my breath. I looked at my surroundings and saw a tavern door open. I gasped and hid behind a crate.

A pirate captain stepped out. But it wasn't any normal pirate. This one was extremely familiar to me. His reddish-brown hair shone when the sun hit it, and he had the same eyes as Grandfather. Two little curls danced in the sunlight. He had the same olive colored skin as me. He was dressed handsomely in his captain attire. He'd look impressive to even a lord or a duke. I took a step back and cracked a stick under my foot. I covered my mouth when the man stopped walking and turned around in my direction. I wasn't in his view just yet. The wooden crates and barrels kept me hidden.

"Who goes there?" He said with a thick Italian accent. He pulled out his sword and stepped towards my hiding spot, "You will not pickpocket me, boy!" He kicked the crates out of the way and found me. I squeezed my eyes shut and waited for him to hit me with the sword.

But I didn't feel anything. I slowly opened my eyes and stopped trembling. The man stared down at me with wide, surprised eyes. I gave him a confused look. He dropped down onto his knees and wrapped his arms around me tightly, "Romano... Oh, my little Roma," He dropped his sword and rested his forehead on my shoulder, "How big you've gotten..."

This guy was so nostalgic... I closed my eyes and remembered. Remembered a man with auburn hair and golden eyes. And he had an olive complexion. He was giving me a newsboy hat. I was a child, back in Italy, in our little apartment above Grandfather's restaurant. I sat on the corner of my bed, smiling up at him. Feliciano, still a baby, slept peacefully up on the pillow. I pulled the hat onto my head and hugged the man's legs. He wrapped his arms around me and picked me up. I giggled and wrapped my little arms around his neck, "Papà, ti amo così tanto!"

That's when it hit me. This pirate… this man was Dante Vargas, my father. Only two people in the entire world called me 'Romano.' My father and Esteban. It was my father who had given me the nickname. I had found him. He had found me. I returned his embrace and closed my eyes, "Papà…"

…0…

"Romano," My father looked over to me as we walked down the street together, "I never asked how you got to Spain. Is Romulus here for something? Or is this something you did all by yourself?"

I stiffened, "U-Uh, not exactly…" How was I going to tell him about Antonio? 'Hey dad, there's this really sexy Spanish captain who kidnapped me right when I was about to marry this insanely hot girl who I am now in love with but I won't tell him. I hope you're okay that I think I'm gay.' Yeah, that'd work out wonderfully.

"Ah, there you are, Lovi!"

"Oh God, why?" I groaned and turned around just in time to get a kiss from Antonio. I pushed him away and scowled at him, "What the fuck, Antonio?"

The Spanish frowned at me, "But, Lovi! I'm just expressing my feelings!" This was when I noticed he wasn't dressed up like usual. First, his coat was gone, and he had a sword tucked safely in its holster instead of carrying around his huge axe. Antonio didn't have his hat on, either. He just had on a white button-up that exposed his chest and his usual pants tucked into his boots.

"Romano," My father tapped me on the shoulder, "What was that?"

"O-Oh, um…" I blushed and shuffled my feet, "A-Antonio's just… just messing around. D-Don't mind him, Papà."

"Papà?" Antonio blinked in realization, "Lovi! Is this your father?" He nearly pushed me out of the way and smiled at my father, "Antonio Fernandez-Carriedo. And I would like to marry your son." He held his hand out and my dad took it.

"Antonio!" I blushed deeper and punched his shoulder.

My Father gave off an irritated vibe, putting a fake smile on, "Is that so? Tell me, do you love my dear son, Romano, with all your heart?"

"Papà!" I turned to him. It was official. I was going to die of embarrassment, "You're not actually considering it?"

"Ci!" Antonio nodded.

"And what is it you do for a living?" He squeezed Antonio's hand tighter.

"Ah, I am the captain of Rojo Escarlata!"

"So you're a pirate? I knew your father quite a while ago."

"My father was a good man, was he not?" Antonio girnned, "There was actually this one time whe—"

"I hated your father." My dad interrupted. He let go of Antonio's hand and gave him a hostile glare, "And I don't fancy you either, Carriedo. Stay away from Romano."

Yay! For those of you reading Behind His Eyes, I'll try to update this weekend, but I'm more focused on Pirate's Lullaby right now! Also, I'm going to Kintoki-Con with some of my friends on the 18th, so if you go, I'll be the girl fangirling over An Café and Hetalia. And yaoi! Don't forget yaoi!