A Pirate's Life is the One for Me {Dark!Pirate!Spain x Reader}

"Imagine what people would say if a good girl like you wound up with an evil pirate captain like me."

Note: Done, done, and done! For some reason I couldn't come up with a good plot for this fic, but I finally managed to scrape together this idea. Except asdfghjkl why was this so hard?! Ahem… anyway, this is for First Of The Year who requested this… scary version of Hetalia's sweetheart, Antonio ;-; (And 'lime'content, beware!)

He won't exactly be 'dark' at first, but it's canon that he gets violent when he's had too much to drink sO THERE.

"Oh look, there she goes."

"That's her?"

"It is! She's a legend."

"She looks happy today."

"I want to be just like her someday, Mama~!"

"Is that…-"

You continued walking down the cobblestone street. As usual, people were whispering about you from the sides.

"-That's Whitebeard's daughter."

You were known all around the largely-populated island—all around the world, honestly—and people never ceased to be amazed by you.

But, you weren't fazed by it. You were just a normal girl. They were amazed by your very existence rather than you personally, after all.

Ignoring the loud whispers, you continued on your way to the Grand Line Restaurant.

It was a small hole-in-the-wall type of place, but clean and cozy nonetheless. You ran it as the manager. Located near the ocean harbor, it attracted both locals and travelers alike. It was passed down from your mother, whom had gotten ill around your fifteenth year. She was later pronounced dead by the time you were seventeen. She'd died in her sleep—no pain, no struggle.

Now, you were nineteen. Your father was a famous pirate captain still roaming the seven seas. 'Whitebeard', they called him. He was the legend, not you. As his daughter, everyone saw you as somebody special. A celebrity, almost.

You were still awaiting his return, serving meals daily at the Grand Line Restaurant. You'd only met him about four times in your life: when you were three, seven, twelve, and seventeen. Two years ago was the most recent. He'd come to see you after Mom died and left you with plenty of money to keep you financially safe for at least a decade. "I'll come see you again… in one more year." He'd told you before leaving again. It was now two years later and he had yet to return.

You worried about him sometimes. But, he was world-famous; everyone knew how strong he was. Young children even sang nursery rhymes about him.

One, two, Captain's comin' for you

Three, four, lock the ship's door

Five, six, hide your gold clips

Seven, eight, Whitebeard's late

Nine, ten, sailed off again…

Although Whitebeard was an international criminal, most civilians didn't fear him; they praised him, admired him, or even worshipped him. He was possibly the most notorious pirate of the century. The World Government had been after him since long before your birth.

Edward Newgate was his real name. You were _ Newgate; proud owner of the Grand Line Restaurant.

At the moment, the sun was going down. You had just closed up for the day, and were returning to the kitchen to finish chopping up carrots for tomorrow's chicken soup special. "I wonder when my shipments will be here…" You wondered aloud as you sliced up and down the cutting board.

As if on cue, you noticed a delivery truck pull into the back of your restaurant. "Oh, just on time." Through the window, you saw the delivery man drop off some boxes and then proceed to leave. Still holding the kitchen knife, you stepped outside to retrieve your crates of fresh vegetables. You'd need the knife for opening the boxes and storing their contents in the outside refrigerator.

Just as you'd opened the backdoor, you caught sight of two human-shaped silhouettes. You paused, and squinted into the night. Shrouded in shadows, there were two people—attempting to steal your shipments of tomatoes! "Hey, you there!" You shouted, instantly pointing your knife-wielding hand towards the thieves, "Give those back!"

Jumping up like frightened squirrels, one of them turned to the other and whisper-shouted, "...RUN, DAMMIT!"

Your ears picked up on the command. No way were you going to allow those two bozos to steal your crates! "Stop, you thieves!" You yelled and—without hesitating—began to chase after them. "Gimme back my tomatoes!"

Screeching in fear, they continued to retreat as fast as they could. Surprisingly, they were still pretty quick for carrying heavy boxes of vegetables.

"AHHH—WHITE FLAG, WHITE FLAG!" One of them screamed, voice high-pitched—as if already crying.

"No, you idiot! We have to take these back to the damn captain!" The other shouted, both still zigzagging through the houses and down the island's cobblestone streets.

Now illuminated by the streetlamps, you'd noticed one of them was in a white sailor uniform and the other was wearing a navy blue-and-white striped bandana over his head, a black vest, and a white dress shirt underneath. "She's still chasing us!"

The other whined, "Do something, fratello!"

"Like what? I can't!"

"Then why did Tony make you first mate?!"

"Because I'm the best, dammit!"

"Ve, th-then why can't you stop this girl?"

The other thief glanced over his shoulder at you, while you took the opportunity to flash your weapon. "…B-Because she's scary!"

The one in the sailor uniform looked back as well, and after a moment, cried out: "SH-SHE'S GOT A KNIIIIIIFE!"

You chased them all the way down to the harbor, hot on their trails. A few tomatoes dropped out of the crates by accident, but they didn't dare to stop and pick them up. "Get back here!" You weren't about to give up when you'd gotten this far.

They scurried down the wooden dock towards what appeared to be an enormous pirate ship. It was anchored to the pier, but the presence wasn't out of the ordinary. After all, you lived on a popular island and pirates often passed through here.

The one with the apparent title of 'First Mate' somehow made it up to the safety of the ship, while the other wasn't so lucky. "F-Fratello! Help m-" The one in the sailor uniform had been having trouble climbing the rope while carrying the crate. He'd quickly lost his balance and fell into the water with a loud SPLASH.

You gasped once you made it to the edge of the dock. You'd seen the whole ordeal. Someone had just fallen into the ocean with a heavy wooden box stored with contents. The weight must have dragged him down at least ten feet.

You shivered at the thought. It must have been excruciatingly painful. The water around here was freezing cold. The splash alone must have felt like countless needles stabbing each and every square inch of his body.

Almost no one could swim in water that cold. He must be drowning. You on the other hand, had lived here your entire life and were used to swimming in that ocean. You could save him if you wanted to.

…No, you had to.

Without thinking twice, you threw down your knife and kicked off your shoes. Inhaling deeply, you dove head-first into the numbing water.

The cold didn't quite hit you like it did when you were a child. Somehow you had grown immune to it. But newcomers could die here instantly.

Using brute force, you kicked yourself all the way down towards where you could see a drifting body. Eyes closed and lips parted, the heavy crate above his chest sunk him deeper towards the ocean floor. I'll save you.

You were almost completely upside down while submerged in the water. Stretching an arm forward, you reached for his closest-floating wrist. Got you. Tightly wrapping your fingers around his chilled hand, you turned for the surface and swam upwards. Almost there. Your lungs were starting to burn, muscles weakening, bubbles escaping near the sides of your mouth where your breath was dying. He was heavy, but at least the crate had fallen off his chest and made it easier to pull him to safety.

As you stroked your arm up one final time, your head finally popped up to the surface. Gasping deep breaths of air, you quickly grabbed the pirate's chest and shoved him upwards. You didn't feel him breathe in.

You better not die on me. Quickly swimming back to the dock, you threw him onto the surface and laid him on his back. I guess it comes down to this. You gave him chest compressions—twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty… until finally, he coughed up large amounts of ocean water.

"Ughh…" He moved his head from side to side, still getting over the coughing fit.

"Are you okay?" You asked him. To be honest, you'd been quite worried about him. He looked young; maybe around the age of fifteen. He clearly didn't deserve to die just yet.

All of a sudden, you heard the sound of clapping. And very slowly, the clapping got louder, the amount of hands multiplying. "Huh…?" You questioned aloud.

"'Atta girl!"

"That's how it's done!"

"We've got ourselves a heroine!"

You carefully looked up towards the pirate ship. Oh god. There was a large group of pirates watching from the deck. Had they been there the whole time?!

They were still cheering you on, giving you thumbs-up and whatnot. Obviously they were quite the friendly pirates—which was both strange and not strange.

"Excuse me…" You moved to get up once you'd noticed the person you had just saved. He was now breathing softly, eyes still closed. The poor thing needed his rest; he was probably asleep already.

Someone jumped down from the ship before you got the chance to leave.

"Oye! You there, chica! Where do you think you're going?" You looked up towards the sudden voice—and without thinking—inhaled sharply at the male's appearance. He was… undeniably stunning.

From the looks of it, he was the captain. But of course, you weren't afraid of him—your own father was the world's strongest pirate captain after all, and he wasn't scary (at least to you). This guy was wearing a red knee-length coat—which had gold buttons down the sides and gold fringes over the shoulders—it opened up to reveal a white ruffled handkerchief down his collar and a white button-up shirt underneath. A brown sash was around his waist, which carried a sheathed sword; his dark trousers tucked into black combat boots. Over his head was a red three-pointed hat with a large white feather resting over the side, strands of wavy chocolate-brown hair peeking out to frame his clear cut features.

"I was, um, going home?" You had replied once you remembered he'd asked.

He instantly broke into a goofy grin, "Oh, I wanted to say thanks first! My name is Antonio Carriedo, captain of the Spanish Pirates. Thank you so much for saving my silly little chef, Feliciano." He glanced over towards where the boy was resting, and you'd noticed that a look-alike of him was dragging him onto the ship. Or, was that the guy who had been with him, the 'fratello'?

"Oh, no problem…" You looked back towards Antonio. His eyes were round, sparkling, and apple-green. They were definitely the most charismatic eyes you'd ever come across. They made you want to play with his small black-ribbon'd ponytail and pinch his olive-toned cheeks.

"Great! Then why don't you come party with us? We're having a fiesta to celebrate our victory against Kirkland!" His accented voice rose and he threw a fist in the air, causing the nearby crew to shout in joy and agreement.

"Viva España! Viva España!" They cheered.

"Well, I don't know, I have to get back to the restaurant and…-"

"-Ah, don't be a downer! Come have a dance with us, chica~" Without asking for permission, he latched onto your arm and began pulling you aboard the ship.

"Wait, no! You guys have to pay me back for those damn tomatoes you took-"

"-No hay problema! You just have to come celebrate with us. It'll be fun! You deserve it anyways, for saving my chef's life and all~!" He laughed giddily as he got you up to the deck.

He was only trying to be nice, you could tell. "Well uh…" Carefully, you agreed and stepped onto the pirate ship. You needed that money back anyway. Plus, the captain was pretty goddamn cute.

The scene above the ship was quite lively and carefree. Crewmembers were either dancing, singing, eating churros or playing instruments. You wondered how you hadn't heard the loud music from outside your restaurant. The main musician was on the piano, performing with only the charm of a true Austrian.

"Hey chica—no, señorita… may I have this dance?" Antonio bowed slightly, left arm against his chest, right hand stretching out for yours. His shining green irises—which were slightly shadowed by the brim of his pirate hat—met your eyes, a boyish smile tugging at his lips. He was obviously struggling at the whole 'gentlemanly' composure and eager to go back to being, well… himself. This obviously seemed cheerful, passionate, and happy.

"I don't really dance, but…" Unable to turn down that adorable face, you agreed. Taking his hand, you allowed him to pull you close to his body and twirl you to the beat of the music. Accordions, maracas, and acoustic guitars played in perfect tune with the Austrian's piano.

"So, tell me about yourself? Do you live here? Or are you a traveler?" He asked as he spun you and held your hands.

"Actually, I do live here. Always have," His skin was soft and warm, not scratchy or calloused like you expected a pirate's hands to be.

"Oh really? Must be nice; this little island is so cute. What do you do for a living?" He seemed genuinely interested.

"I run a restaurant—the Grand Line Restaurant. You should come sometime." The invitation slipped from your lips before you could stop it.

He grinned, as if he was full of sunshine. "I'd love to! I'll bring the whole crew over. We'll buy everything until you're completely out of stock!" He laughed lightheartedly. It was… quite an interesting laugh; it sounded something like 'fusososo'.

"Cool." Honestly, you now felt a bit awkward for unintentionally asking to see him again. But… would it be bad to see him again? Of course not. He seemed like a good guy. Well, for being a pirate captain and all. And it wasn't like you were straight-up coming on to him…

"So I'm assuming you don't live with your parents?" He asked after a moment. The fast song had ended, and the music slowed to a softer piece; Antonio's hands were on your waist and you realized you didn't mind it… at all.

You were still trying to match your foot movements with his and, getting over the embarrassment of placing your hands on his shoulders when you replied: "Pretty much, yes. My mom passed away a few years ago, but my dad left me a lot of money and bought me a house. I don't even need to work; but I choose to."

He titled his head in confusion—somewhat reminding you of a curious puppy. "Oh? Where's daddy then?"

The gentle rock of the ocean waves combined with the salty breeze, slanting wooden floorboards, and flapping sound of the ship's sails only further reminded you that you were on a pirate ship, and that you were dancing with their captain no less. "M-My dad is…" You began, slightly hesitant. What would he say if he found out you were Whitebeard's daughter?

His blank stare only made you want to spit it out already. "My dad is a pirate; h-his name is Whitebeard." …As if he'd never heard that name.

Everything went as if in slow-motion after that. Each person nearby froze in shock—you hadn't realized how many people were listening in on your conversation with the captain. A trumpet-player immediately choked up, and the rest of the band soon followed. Somehow, they'd caught the words 'dad' and 'Whitebeard' in the same sentence and couldn't continue playing after that.

The silence that took over the ship made you cringe. More distant members had quieted down as well, after being whispered the words of "Whitebeard's daughter" by the people who'd heard it.

Antonio either didn't notice the sudden quiet or chose to ignore it. "That's cool. But you really live all by yourself? You must get lonely…" He pouted a bit, bottom lip jutted out and eyes drooped slightly.

…He looks unbelievably cute like that, you thought. "I do, sometimes. I really miss him. He told me he'd be back a whole year ago, but he never came. I worry about him a lot. Sometimes I just…" You paused to take in a deep breath. A stinging feeling picked at the corners of your eyelids; you didn't realize speaking about your father would make you so emotional.

As he patiently waited, Antonio nodded and turned briefly to a table lined with cups. Swiping up two of them, neither he nor you noticed multiple gasps rise from the crew (read: audience).

"…Sometimes I just wish I could go find him myself." You finished, just as Antonio handed you a cup, "Oh, thank you." Without thinking, you'd accepted the drink.

Not a soul still dancing, the captain leaned against a table and took a long swig of the cup. "I'm sorry, er…-" He looked up and waited for your real name.

"-_." You told him.

"I'm sorry, _. I really am." By his crestfallen features, you could tell he genuinely felt bad. He took another drink; to which you suddenly noticed was sake.

You looked down into your own cup. You've never tried sake before. Maybe just for tonight, you could taste a sip.

As you moved the cup to your lips, you finally began to hear the whispers.

"The captain's drinking alcohol…"

"This won't end well."

"Things never end well once he's started drinking."

"I hope he doesn't harm that girl."

"If he does, Whitebeard will come after us-"

"-And that'll be all bad!"

Discreetly, everyone aboard had begun panicking. They feared an attack from the greatest pirate alive, Whitebeard. His daughter was on their ship, drinking sake with a captain that couldn't contain his alcohol. No wonder the crewmembers were suddenly terrified.

You almost spit out the rice-wine, "What?" Antonio was drinking now of all times?!

You hadn't noticed that he was already on his third cup. Once he'd started on the first, he'd begun downing them. "Hey, Rivera! You and me weren't done with our match from earlier!" He shouted, pointing clumsily over towards a random member.

"What? But I-" The pirate began, but Antonio had already unsheathed his sword.

"Let's go at it one more time! Loser has to go buy more sake!" He suddenly lunged at the crewmember, forcing him to draw his sword and begin the… 'friendly' duel.

"But, captain…!" The other male was clearly less skilled in sword fighting and could barely hold his own against Antonio. It appeared he was giving the match his all—not even attempting to go easy on the shipmate.

Sling, sling. About every two seconds, you heard the sound of swords clashing. "Is that all you got?!" You heard Antonio shout. How had he gone from speaking politely with you to sword fighting against a crewmember all within a few minutes…?!

With a sigh, you put down the cup of sake. No way were you trying it after seeing what it did to Antonio.

You sat down at a nearby chair, facing the deck. Most of the crew had gone back to normal, except for a certain few who watched the captain very closely with visible uneasiness.

After a few minutes, you thought it best to go home. Antonio clearly wasn't going to stop sword fighting anytime soon, and it was getting pretty late.

Just as you were about to get up, someone walked over to you and towered over your still-sitting form. "Um, hello?"

The stranger gave you a mischievous smile. "Ciao. You're not so scary up close, you know that?"

You gave him a blank look. "Huh?"

He crossed his arms and stared down at you, frowning. "When you don't have a knife, you look like a pretty average girl." He shrugged it off, eyebrows furrowed and face looking away.

You stared right back up at him, and that was when you suddenly recognized the navy blue-and-white striped bandana tied over his head. "Oh, you're that guy!" You recalled.

"Cheh, you just barely realized?"

He was that cowardly 'fratello' you'd chased up here in the first place. Funny, he didn't seem to act the same way. Maybe it was just to mask his weaknesses.

"Anyway, my captain's kind of a dumbass so I figured I should be the one to do this. S-Since I'm his First Mate after all," He looked directly at you and fiddled with the buttons on his black vest, "First, thanks for saving my stupid brother. He's asleep in our quarters right now." A blush was across his face, hazel eyes narrowed in irritation. He obviously didn't like to thank people very often, much less about his 'stupid' brother. "Second, we need to pay you back. I'd make that bastard Antonio do it, but he's obviously not going to anytime soon, so I have to. Be right back." He turned and left before you got the chance to respond.

As he walked away, your eyes happened to follow him. Under that black vest of his was a loose, white long-sleeved shirt; he wore brown slacks and black boots. A few gold rings were pierced into his ears and a scar ran down the side of his face. It appeared from below the bandana over his forehead and trailed halfway down his left cheek.

Awaiting the First Mate's… return, you glanced over for Antonio again. He was going a little crazier than before. He was battling competitively, dueling with crewmember after crewmember without tiring. He won each round, smirked at the losers, taunted even, and fought hard against the next. Damn… he was going to kill them! Did he realize what he was doing? How harsh he was being on them? …He was the captain, so of course he was the strongest. But these fights didn't appear to be 'just for fun' anymore…

"Hey, I'm sorry or whatever, but here." The First Mate reappeared in front of you and dropped a small wooden chest onto your lap. Tapping its lid, he said, "Just stole that and then some from that British bastard Kirkland." The way his face sneered indicated that it had been a prideful win.

"Oh, thanks…?" You didn't know what was inside.

"The name's Lovino Vargas, by the way. I normally would've paid, but c'mon, I saw crates of tomatoes sitting outside by themselves at night and thought, why not?" Lovino shrugged, hands in his pockets.

Momentarily ignoring the box, you looked up at him. Honestly, you were starting to see him differently.

He glanced down at you and smirked, "And then you just scared the hell out of me and Feli when you chased us with a knife."

You laughed. He smiled just the tiniest bit, and lightly kicked the leg of your chair. "Be careful around here, dammit." He mumbled before walking off once more.

As he left, you turned your attention to the box. Picking it up from your lap and placing it on the table, you curiously opened its lid.

…And were shocked to see that it contained many gold coins, jewels, necklaces, rings, emeralds, bracelets, silver pieces and more. It was truly a treasure chest—albeit a small one.

You didn't know how much time you spent marveling at the treasure that was now yours. But, time did pass, all of which Antonio spent drinking and sword fighting.

Okay… I've spent enough time here; I've got to get home. Finally getting up from your chair, you attempted for the second time that night to leave the ship.

But Antonio wasn't done with you just yet.

He'd noticed at the last minute that you were about to exit the deck. "Hey chica, wait up~" He dropped his sword, allowing it to clatter to the wooden floorboards—missing a passersby's foot by merely a centimeter.

"Huh? Oh, Antonio…" You felt a bit apprehensive to speak to him at the moment.

He got up to you, a devilish smirk on his face. "You think you can leave already, chica?" He tilted his head, a strangely dark aura surrounding him.

You hadn't seen such a malicious expression cross his face all evening. A chill running down your spine, you replied, "Um… well I just-"

Before you could finish, he snatched up your wrist, turned for the stairs, and roughly began pulling you up with him. "H-Hey! Where are we going…?"

He chuckled, face half-hidden by the brim of his hat, and responded, "To the captain's quarters, where else~?"

-D-A-T-I-N-G-T-H-E-W-O-R-L-D-

The room felt spacious for being onboard a pirate ship.

A small library full of ancient books covered one wall, while a corner was occupied by a desk scattered with maps and feather pens. There were no windows, but you didn't notice any of this as Antonio shoved you into the room and backed you up to the bed. "A-Antonio…" You felt nervous. You didn't want to do anything with him while he was intoxicated.

The only light came from a small lamp above a nightstand. "Are you going to be a good girl for Tony~?" He teased, green eyes darkened to a forest shade.

"I…" The back of your legs hit the bed, forcing you to fall over and sprawl across the mattress. Your heart was pounding, a red-hot heat spreading over your body as Antonio eyed your form with a pleased smirk.

He threw off his three-pointed hat and moved in to straddle your hips, "Don't act like you don't like this." He watched your flushed face as he stripped off his long red coat, a leg resting on either side of your hips. "Tell me what kind of things you like, _~"He purred, leaning in for your body.

You suddenly felt his hot breath against your neck, the strands of his brown hair tickling the sensitive flesh. His chest was now pressed to yours, one of his hands snaking up to wrap its fingers with your own. Your breaths coming out ragged, you felt him press a kiss to your throat.

The feeling was soft, sweet. But you knew the rest of this wouldn't be.

He pressed a deeper kiss right into the crook of your neck. You turned away from his face, feeling quite shy and hesitant. When was the last time you did this with someone?

The weight of his body over your own made you feel trapped. It was as though you could feel every inch of him.

With his hand wrapped over yours, he brought it above your head. Before you realized it, he'd grabbed your other wrist and held it up as well. With both of your hands pinned, he began to lick and nip at your skin. No longer trailing kisses, he ran his warm tongue down your throat, feeling your shivers with his hot mouth.

"Antonio…" You mumbled out, face bright red. But you couldn't force yourself to tell him stop.

He hummed in pleasure as he moved down for your chest, making your shiver once more and arch your back at the heated touch.

He kissed down below your collar, and—keeping one hand securely clamped over both of yours—used another hand to pull down the buttons of your shirt.

Your breath hitched. Would you really allow him to do this?

"Such a good girl…" He mumbled again, just as he got the last button undone. With another smirk, he stated, "Aren't you, _~?"

You could struggle more. You could kick him off. You could push his face away. But, you didn't—and he barely even gave you the time to consider your actions before he aggressively covered your mouth with his.

"Mmm-!" Your eyes widened in shock as you felt his lips over your own. Heart nearly jumping out of your ribcage, you slowly allowed yourself to flutter your eyelids closed. I'm not going to struggle.

He smiled against your lips. He knew he had won.

At this point, you gave in to your attraction for him. Sure, maybe he wasn't entirely himself—but you knew what he was like in his normal state, and you liked it very much. So what if he was a pirate captain—someone you loved was world-famous for it, and maybe that was why you secretly adored pirates. They were thieves, most of them, but you had learned that Antonio was not. You'd dated a pirate before, and understood that loving a traveler was never a good idea, but maybe just for tonight you could forget those worries and focus instead on those gorgeous green eyes and Spanish charm.

As Antonio kissed you more roughly, you managed to snake your wrists out from his grasp. Before he got the chance to pin them down again, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in even closer to your body. You ran your fingers through those wavy dark locks and parted your lips slightly.

He took the invitation and slid his tongue between your open lips, exploring the inside of your mouth. You moaned at the pure bliss of his moist tongue against your own as he completely tore off your shirt. "A-Antonio…" You blushed even brighter; he was going too fast.

"Shhh. I know you want me to, chica~" He whispered hoarsely into your ear. His hands roamed over your mounds of flesh, squeezing gently and feeling every inch of skin as he kissed your mouth once more. His touch sent waves of pleasure down your body—and you noticed his arousal press against you as well. Rubbing against your pants zipper was his hard erection; you couldn't deny that you wanted to feel it more. As he continued fondling your breasts and giving you tongue-filled kisses, you wrapped your legs around his waist and started to grind into him. You could barely handle the wait.

"Mmm, anxious are you?" He teased, but began to move his hips in perfect synchronization with yours—causing bursts of pleasure to run through both of your lower bodies. He moaned in pure bliss, the sound heavenly to your ears.

At this point, he couldn't take things slowly anymore. He grunted and hovered over you, taking the moment to slip off his shirt and unbutton his pants. He was going to be the one in control—no matter what.

You caught sight of his delicious bulge before he tugged off his boxers, "P-Please don't be rough on me…" You whimpered out quietly, closing your eyes and turning your face away, cheeks burning.

He let a hellborn grin spread across his face as he replied, "Don't say things you don't mean," He latched onto the waistband of your pants and pulled down, revealing your underwear. "No one disobeys the captain." He peeled off the garment, hovered over your body, and steadily positioned himself.

-D-A-T-I-N-G-T-H-E-W-O-R-L-D-

You woke up to a quiet world.

All you could hear was the gentle lapping of the ocean waves against the ship's exterior. Using your elbows to push yourself up, you looked around the room. Nothing but an empty captain's quarters.

The pocket watch on the nightstand read 11:46 A.M. You looked down, and noticed you weren't wearing any clothes. Quickly, you wrapped the bed sheets around your body.

Just as you thought to get up and search the room… the door opened.

"Oh, I-I'm sorry!" Antonio instantly looked down, cheeks bushing. "I didn't realize you were awake. Or that you'd be… never mind," Eyes squeezed shut, he bent to his knees and felt around the corner of his bed. His hands came in contact with your shirt and pants.

"A-Antonio…" You mumbled.

He stood back up and tossed you the clothes without quite facing you. "Sorry, you can get dressed, I won't look." He turned his back on you, rubbing at his burnt-red cheeks.

Swiftly, you got dressed. You were missing your undergarments but you could find those later. You needed to talk to Antonio first. "Hey, you can look now…" He had seen you naked the night before, but he was so shy about it this morning. Was it all really just an effect of the alcohol?

Cautiously, he turned. His green eyes were lined with worry. He looked like a completely different person than last night.

Well, the person he'd been after consuming the sake. "_, I am so sorry. It's my entire fault. I really shouldn't have-"

You decided to stop him right there. You knew what was going on; you'd suddenly understood how things really were. "-No, don't apologize," You looked down, still sitting cross-legged over his bed. Embarrassed, you continued, "…It's not your fault. You were intoxicated. I was sober. So in a way, I…" You paused, absolutely mortified of your actions and feeling guilty above all, "In a way, I took advantage of you."

After a few seconds of silence, you looked up. You'd expected to see a stoic expression cross his face, but… that wasn't quite it.

Instead, he was trying not to smile. Eventually, his attempts failed, and he went into full-blown laughter. "Hey, what's so funny?!" You clearly didn't see this as a laughing matter.

He tried to compose himself, but the short hysteria only turned into muffled giggles. "I… I just…" He cleared his throat, but a grin still tugged at the corners of his lips. "It was… nothing like that. I probably wanted it more than you—no, I know I wanted it more than you. You didn't take advantage of me, chica. So no worries~" He sat down next to you and winked, nudging your shoulder slightly.

An electricity-like wave shot through your body from where he touched you—definitely your excitement of his closeness and proof of your chemistry with him. "I… are you sure?"

He nodded eagerly, "Si! And besides, you could never 'take advantage' of me because no matter what, I'd totally be okay with doing you."

You fought the blush that streaked across your face, "H-Hey!"

He chuckled, and ruffled your hair. "Awwh, don't be so shy now. We already did it anyway~"

You looked down, a bit flustered. Who knew he would be so casual about this? But… he was a pirate, so he must be used to one-night stands. "This is pretty normal for you, isn't it…" You mumbled without thinking.

His eyes widened, "Huh? This sort of thing? No, actually…" He glanced away, a bit too shy for eye contact. "I know things get out of hand when I drink, but this is the first time something like this has happened."

You felt your heart throb against your chest. So he wasn't a man-slut? That was… kind of comforting, actually. "Oh, that's right. You're probably just the cheerful go-with-the-flow kind of guy." Indeed, he didn't seem bothered too much by what happened, and quite optimistic yet oblivious overall. Even when you told him who your dad was, he didn't seem to notice the crew's sudden nervous atmosphere at all.

"Yup! That's me. I kinda just do whatever I want." He'd snapped back to his normal personality, traces of guilt or worry no longer hinted in his features. He turned to face you, and asked, "So, are you going back to your restaurant now?" Although he didn't sound too eager.

Your heart pounded even harder; for some reason, you didn't want to leave him just yet. "Yeah. But um, is it okay that…" You paused, slightly anxious. But you thought it best to tell him now; especially since he might sail off again. "…is-is it okay that I might like you?" The words were soft, quiet. You couldn't bring yourself to look directly at him.

He was stunned for a few seconds. You realized in that moment that you'd never seen him look surprised until now. "You… You actually like me?" His voice was almost as soft and shy as yours.

Sheepishly, you looked up at him and smiled.

He stared at you, thinking. His gaze made you feel slightly uncomfortable. What if he didn't feel anything for you at all? You'd hoped there was something after that spark last night. There had to be, right…?

Finally, he looked you over one last time and spoke, "Are you serious?" He rolled his eyes, "Imagine what people would say if a good girl like you wound up with an evil pirate captain like me."

…No.

He couldn't think like that. You wouldn't allow it. He clearly believed you were too good for him—and that was just wrong. Were you really good enough for him was the question. "Antonio…"

He continued to avoid eye contact, "I… I might like you too. But don't waste your time on me, _. You should go with someone better—someone on the island who isn't a pirate." You'd never seen him lack this much self-esteem.

You turned to fully face him and gripped his shoulders. "No, Tony—please don't talk that way! I like you already, there's no changing that. So what if you're a pirate? I…" You stopped yourself before you could continue.

A sly grin crossed his face. "…You really like me, don't you, chica?"

The only word to describe your next expression was baffled. "I… well, I do…" Was he cocky much? But, honestly, it was pretty damn attractive.

He turned to fully face you, the mattress creaking beneath his movements. "Who did you say your dad was again?"

The question took you by surprise, "Um… his name is Edward Newgate, captain of the Whitebeard Pirates." Better known as Whitebeard himself. God, you missed him so much.

Antonio grinned sweetly; you nearly melted at the sight of his smile. "Oh right. Didn't you say that you wanted to look for him?"

"Yes."

"Okay. Are you gonna come with us to find him then?"

You inhaled sharply at the question. Firstly, Antonio really did like you.

He had basically just told you. After all, he'd just offered to search the world over for your missing father and welcomed you to tag along. No one would ask such a thing unless it was for a person they cared about.

But, to leave behind your mother's restaurant? And the island you've resided on since birth?

Except, it would be to find your father. You would learn if he was okay or not. He wasn't in the newspapers recently, so you had no idea where he was. Also, you missed him dearly. You would kill to see his face once more. It would only be the fifth time in your life that you'd seen it, but you'd give anything for one last time.

Didn't that mean it would be okay to leave with Antonio? To find Whitebeard?

You looked into his understanding green eyes. They truly gave you the reassurance you needed. And… what better way to get to know him than to travel across the seven seas with him—in search of someone you love?

"…Okay," You accepted.

For now, maybe a pirate's life was the one for you.

A.N.: Y-You guys have no idea how difficult it was for me to write Dark!Pirate!Spain… I had fun writing normal Captain Carriedo, but… ;-; cry.

I was originally going to title this one-shot, "Whitebeard's Daughter". I still prefer that name for some reason… dammit. Well, I hope you liked the story, First Of The Year. :D Oh, and did anyone catch the One Piece reference?! ANYONE?

The ending was a bit rushed, I'm sorry Dx But I was listening to this song, 'Island in the Sun' by Weezer while typing it, and the lyrics totally matched how I imagined Reader's and Antonio's future together. Very lovely ^_^ I suggest you check out that song, it's so relaxing and sweet. (And yes, I believe they may find Captain Whitebeard someday...)

*awkward cough* I-I have 2 announcements. First, gO CHECK OUT MY FIRST MULTI-CHAPTERED HETALIA FANFIC. It's 2P!America x Reader x America; I've just posted it. I'm working on its chapters in between writing these requests :3

Which brings me to my second announcement: So, after 7+ months of starting this series, I will fiNALLY BE WRITING A CHAPTER FOR EVERYONE'S FAVORITE GERMAN! YEP, THE MOST FREQUENTLY-REQUESTED CHARACTER IS UP NEXT, YAY~

-Usa (:

Next time: Germany— "Armageddon"

(You know what, he's been requested so many damn times that I can't even remember who asked for him first.) (Well shit, the same thing happened with Prussia, you guys really like dem German bros, don'tcha?)

Review for this one-shot, pretty please? *…slowly peeks out from corner, throws all my loves at you and runs away*