Hmmm... nope, I still don't own Hetalia.
Arthur yawns, and starts to stretch his arms out when he feels a sharp pain dig into his shoulder. Wincing, he slowly remembers what had happened.
Francis frowned as he felt something press into his back, opening his eyes slowly he turned his head to see the stretching English pirate. But he said nothing, opting to instead see what the short blond would do once he got a hold of his surroundings.
Sitting up quickly, Arthur looks around, spotting the french pirate last. Scooting away quickly, he falls off the bed.
Francis chuckled at the reaction, sitting up slowly in the bed as he combed his fingers through his hair to smooth it back down to it's usually wavy silkiness, "Bonjour l'Angleterre." (good morning)
"W-how the bloody hell did I end up here?" Arthur asks confused.
The French man just smiled as he got out of bed and walked over to the dresser, changing into a new shirt and then pulling on his usual long coat as he explained the situation like it was the most simple thing in the world, "I shot you."
That just confuses Arthur more. "So your the bloody bastard that shot me. That doesn't explain why I'm here instead of dead." he intones.
Francis smirked softly as he turned around to face the other blond, amused by the fact that he had yet to move from his spot on the floor, "Antonio wanted to let you bleed to death and then your your body over board to the sharks, but I stopped him. After all, it would be such a waste to just kill you, non?"
Arthur just glares at him. "From what I've heard about you three I think I would have preferred bleeding to death."
Oh s'il vous plaît! You can't believe everything you hear," Quickly he closed the distance between them, his boot clicking on the floor as he stopped in front of the other. Cupping the others face with a hand he added with a small wink, "Even if they are true."
Instantly the English pirates face turns bright red. Scooting away again, he runs into the wall.
Francis chuckled as he watched the other, speaking as he straightened up once again, "My, where did all that fight and courage you had before go to? ...Hard to believe someone like YOU could have sunk one of Antonio's ships."
Deciding to try out a bit of dark magic on the Frenchy, Arthur quickly sketches a pentagram while muttering under his breath.
The long haired blond raised a single eyebrow as he moved suddenly, snatching the small piece of chalk from the others hand while smudging the drawing with his boot. Speaking curtly, "Mon ami, do you really think that I such a wise move to make? ...After all, while I personally don't think very highly of you, I HAVE heard the stories about what you like to try." Gripping the front of the others shirt, Arthur's long jacket having been removed the night before so Francis could patch him up, he pulled the shorter man to his feet, "Now, get up. I don't have all morning!~"
Clenching his fists in anger and tempted to try punching the man, Arthur attempts to calm down as he stands up. "Why, more people to shoot and then hold hostage?" he snarls.
Francis chuckled softly as he shook his head, "Nope, I need to speak with the others about where we will head to next and where I can get enough loot to replace what that short haired glasses wearing member of your crew stole." However he made a point to kick the others captain jacket into a corner of the room as he started towards the door. Francis had been sure to hide any weapons away from his new 'guests'.
Quickly walking towards the corner and grabbing his jacket, Arthur puts it on before sitting down to act like a good little prisoner... until the french bastard left at least and he could search the room for anything useful.
Francis stopped in front of the door, calling back to the British man, "Oh and by the way, I suggest you be on your best behavior... I'm the only one keeping you alive at the moment and we also managed to capture one of your crew. A peu blond haired boy with glasses and an odd curl. Well see you soon Angleterre!~" With that finishing sing song statement he left the room, locking the door firmly behind him.
"Bloody hell." was all Arthur's reply was. They had caught Matthew. But that meant that Alfred had escaped, and there was no one he was more sure would try a rescue. Hearing the lock click on the door, he quickly gets up and starts thoroughly searching the room.
Francis nodded quickly to his crew after checking in the mess hall to make sure everything was in order. With that down he swung over to the Old Fritz, waiting for his friends to come out.
Antonio yawned softly as he slowly woke up, at the weight on his chest green eyes looked down to take in the sight of the sleeping Italian, unable to stop himself he cooed happily, "So cuuttee~!"
Romano shifts in his sleep, seeming like he would wake up, but just rolling over instead.
Antonio chuckled softly as he tried to get out of the bed, only to feel a hand gripping his wrist. Raising an eyebrow he gently shook the hand being grip, speaking a little louder to try and wake up the Italian, "Romano, I need to go now."
Romano groans as he opens his eyes finally. Seeing the pirate his face turns red again.
Rolling off the bed, Gilbert wakes up suddenly. Checking the time, he realizes the others were probably waiting for him. Glancing at the small blond in his bed, he hurries to get dressed
Ludwig, realizing it was finally morning, quickly gets up. Deciding to leave the Italian there, he goes to splash water on his face and push his hair back. He hadn't slept at all, and was exhausted.
Antonio chuckled softly as he placed a small kiss on the others forehead, finally being released as he got dressed and washed his face and hair as he spoke to the Italian behind him, "I need to speak with the others, if you get dressed maybe I can convince them to let you see your brother."
Matthew jumped slightly as the sound of the thump, opening his eyes tiredly he looked for the cause... seeing the albino in the middle of changing was NOT what he expected to see first thing in the morning! Pulling the covers quickly over his face he wondered if it was possible to die of too much blood rushing to your face.
Feliciano frowned as he lost his source of body heat, slowly opening his eyes he let out a loud and long yawn. Looking around the room with a small tilt of his head, "Ludwig?"
Romano nods, and tries to get up, only to plop back down on the bed with a groan.
Finishing changing, Gilbert checks around for Gilbird.
Hearing his name, Ludwig pops his head around. "What?" he asks.
Antonio raised an eyebrow at the young boy, soon chuckling under a hand as he asked innocently, "Need some help?"
Matthew kept under the covers as he asked softly, "Wh-Where are you going now?"
The boy brightened up at the sight of the blond, bouncing on the bed slightly before getting of as he spoke, "Good morning!"
Romano shakes his head furiously. "It's to early to be up." he decides, sprawling out on the bed.
"To talk to Antonio and Francis." Gilbert tells him. "Have you seen Gilbird anywhere around here?" he adds.
"M-morning..." Ludwig says nervously. "Did you sleep well?"
Antonio rolled his eyes as he spoke while putting on his hat and jacket, "Suit yourself then, I'll bring you food when I return, my tomato!~" With that said he walked out of the room and locked it behind him... though he doubted the other could move very fast at the moment.
"Gilbird? ...Umm no I haven't seem him," the blond said softly as he pushed the covers down again and sat up.
Feliciano nodded his head quickly as he spoke, "Si, I slept very well!~ Didn't you?"
Romano sighs, and then turns red again as he remembers what he did last night.
Gilbert nods. "I wonder where he could have gone? Oh well. I'm going to head upstairs, so you stay here." he says before leaving and locking the door. It wasn't that he didn't trust the blond, more that he didn't trust his crew. Wait, what? Since when did he trust someone he captured more than his own crew?
"Ehm... ja..." Ludwig lies, hoping the small Italian wouldn't notice the bags he was sure he had under his eyes.
Antonio smiled as he jumped to the Old Fritz, making small talk with Francis as they waited for the albino.
Matthew sighed softly as he laid back on the bed, frowning in boredom as he stared at the ceiling, finally getting up and opening a window to see what kind of weather was outside. Blinking in confusion as he saw that he was level with a window on the Belle Mort... The ship that Arthur was currently being kept in.
Feliciano smiled happily like he usually did as he nodded, "That's good, ve!~"
Gilbert throws open the doors, knowing his friends were there. "The awesome me is here now! Kesesese~" he laughs.
Ludwig nods, glad the Italian was so oblivious. Suddenly remembering the hair curl, he nervously asks "S-so, um... w-what's with that hair curl of yours?"
Finally giving up after ransacking the entire room, Arthur goes to look out the window. Maybe that had been left unlocked. Suddenly blinking in surprise, he sees Matthew across from him. Working with the latch, he manages to open it. "Hey Matthew!" he calls softly, figuring that the smaller blond was probably on the ship that the bloody french bastard had just gotten on.
Francis and Antonio rolled their eyes at the same time, the french man speaking first, "Oui, oui, we know how awesome you are Gilbert. Now we need to discuss where we will hit next. If you haven't realized, my hold is almost completely barren because of that stupid raid."
"Eh?" Feliciano asked with a small tilt of his head, "What about it?" His brown eyes looking up at the other innocently and seeming to have no idea what he was talking about.
Matthew's eyes widened at the sight of the other, calling back softly, "Arthur? Are you alright?" The other seemed alright from what he could see, other than the fact that his shoulder had some wrapping over it.
"They managed to get your cargo?" Prussia laughs. "Okay. well you lost it, so where's your vote for?"
"Oh, n-nothing." Germany stammers, his face bright red.
"Yeah, but the bloody Frenchman of the trio has me locked in here." Arthur calls, clearly annoyed. "Are you ok?" he asks. Matthew looked ok, but one could never be too sure, especially considering where they were trapped. "He didn't... do anything to you, did he?"
"Perhaps we should have a change of scenery, perhaps attacking the Asian coasts. They seem to be filled with treasures after all and we'll be far from the reach of the British navy." Francis suggested as he looked out towards the horizon. "Getting away from a certain annoying pirate ship would be good as well."
Antonio frowned as he spoke softly, "There are different pirates that patrol those coasts. But perhaps we can make alliances with them, we could use them at a time like this with the navy getting stronger."
Feliciano shrugged his shoulders lightly as he suddenly asked, "Do you guys have any pasta around here, I'm hungry!~"
Matthew shook his head as he tried not to blush as memories of the night before came rushing back, lying quickly, "N-No, I'm alright."
Gilbert nods in agreement. "I'm sure they would be fine with getting a percentage, ja?" he adds.
"Pasta? No. You can have this though." Ludwig says, finding his wurst and giving it to the Italian.
Arthur looks at him suspiciously. "You would tell me if he did, right?" he clarifies.
The two nodded softly in agreement, Antonio speaking with a small smile, "I'll lead the way then, also Gilbert? I think Romano would like to see his brother."
Feliciano pulled a small face at the strange food, but tried it anyway. Pretending to like it was he REALLY did not want to hurt Ludwig's feelings.
Matthew nodded his head as he spoke seriously, "Of course, but... Arthur what exactly are we going to do?" His blue eyes lowering in confusion and sadness as he felt guilty once again for letting himself be caught so easily.
Gilbert stares at Antonio in confusion for a few moments before asking, "Who's Romano?"
Seeing the Italian eat it, Ludwig finish getting ready for the day.
Arthur sighs. "I don't know Matthew. Apparently this bastard had heard about my black magic before, and he managed to take away my chalk and wipe away the circle I had created so far." he says. "I'd suggest jumping out these windows and swimming, but I have no idea where Alfred it." he adds.
"My Italian," the Spanish pirate said in amusement as he crossed his arms over his chest, after all, wasn't it obvious since all three captains knew the name of each member of all three crews.
Feliciano sighed softly as he finally finished eating the gross food. Standing up with a small tilt of his head, "Where are you going? Can I come with you?"
Matthew tilted his head softly as he asked, "Can't you find a way to get the chalk back? Maybe trick him or something to get it?"
"Oh yeah." Gilbert laughs. "Fine by me, but he's West's, remember?"
"To make sure my bruder and his friends aren't going to make more trouble." Ludwig says, "I guess... If you want to..."
Arthur shrugs. "I can try, but I don't know how well it'll work. Maybe I should try to get him drunk or something..." he trails off, plotting.
Antonio nodded softly as he looked to the side, seeing the mentioned blond coming onto the deck.
Feliciano giggled happily to himself as he skipped after the other with a small tilt of his head as he looked around the hallways they were passing.
Matthew nodded softly as he spoke, "I-I think they will be coming back soon... Just remember, you can probably use his weaknesses against him."
"Hey West!" Gilbert calls, waving to his bruder as he sees him, and then suddenly starts laughing as he sees the small Italian skipping along behind him like a puppy.
Ludwig's face turns bright red as his bruder laughs at him. Clearing his throat, he asks, "So what's the plan now?"
Arthur nods. The thought had crossed his mind, but he wasn't so sure he wanted to use that pirates weakness against him.
Francis chuckled softly as he spoke, "Heading to Asia, but your little leech's brother wants to see him." The long haired blond sent a little wink towards the German as he started back towards his own ship, "Now I need to head off, I believe a certain magic obsessed limey needs to be taught not to touch other people's possessions."
Feliciano tilted his head at the leech comment, looking at Ludwig in confusion before looking towards the Spanish man, knowing that he was the one that had claimed to have taken his brother. "Lovino?"
Matthew sighed softly as he closed the window and started to dust the room to try and keep himself busy.
Arthur also shuts the window, and turning around sees the mess he created in the room. Sighing, he starts putting everything back where it was before.
"He's not a leech..." Ludwig mutters, rather confused.
Gilbert gets confused again. "Wait, I thought you said his name was Romano?" he asks Antonio.
The Italian in question was still laying sprawled on the bed. Finally deciding he should get some clothes on, he struggles to stand up, wincing in pain and blushing all over again. This time he goes where he saw the pirate get clothes from though. Opening it, he grabs pants and a shirt and pulls them on. Deciding they would work well enough as long as he didn't have to actually move, he goes back to sprawling out on the bed.
Antonio frowned as he spoke in confusion, "I thought it was, that's what he told me anyway."
Feliciano shook his head as explained, "Lovino is his first name, Romano is his middle, and Vargas is our last name. He hates being called Lovino so he usually tells people to call him Romano, ve."
Francis hummed softly to himself as he stopped in front of his door, unlocking it and slowly opening it as he balanced to plate of food.
Gilbert and Ludwig nod in understanding at the same time; one of the few things that marked them as bruders.
Having just got the last thing in place when the lock on the door clicked, Arthur spins around to glare at the french pirate.
Antonio nodded softly though a small smirk was on his face as he imagined the fun he could have with the information he just got, "Well follow me to my ship, Ludwig you will probably have to carry him across." With that said he jumped back to his own ship and moved to his cabin, wondering how Ro-Lovino was doing.
Francis tilted his head at the shorter man, asked as he set the plates down on the table after locking the door, "Missed me? My bushy browed companion."
Ludwig nods. Face red, he picks up the small Italian and jumps over the gap between the ships, setting him back down as soon as they were over.
Gilbert in the mean time, looks around once more for Gilbird. Finally finding him sitting above the door, he whistles him over to his hand before heading back in to find food and see that alluring blond again.
Arthur snorts in disbelief. "As if I'd miss you." he says, his voice filled with as much venom as possible before he suddenly remembers his plan.
Romano had just been about to fall asleep when he heard the door open. Deciding it wasn't worth checking, he just rolls over onto his side and curls up.
Feliciano squeaked as he was picked up and carried over, stepping carefully to make sure he was on solid ground before speaking with a happy wave of his arms, "Ve, doitsu, you can jump far!"
Francis rolled his eyes as he sat down at the table and started to eat, "Classic British sarcasm, how I didn't miss it. Now are you going to be civilized and actually eat with me? ..I believe I need to make a few rules so you don't get yourself killed."
Antonio smiled softly as he re-entered his bedroom, gently picking the other up off the bed as he spoke, "Mon ami, I'm taking you to see your brother. I suggest you at least try to look awake."
Still blushing, Ludwig nods. "I guess..." he mutters, embarrassed.
Sighing dramatically, Arthur nods his head. "Only cause I'm bloody hungry though, mind you." he feels the need to say.
Romano lets out a squeak as he's picked up. "Feli's here?" he clarifies.
Finally returning to his room with an armload of food, Gilbert struggles to unlock and open the door. Finally getting it open, the promptly deposits it all on the table before looking around to see where Matthew was.
Francis smirked as he gave his usual laugh, "But of course, Angleterre." Yet as he ate he watched the other pirate eating the carefully made french food that was of only the highest quality. Both he and his crew had high standards after all... which was why he often found both members of the other crews and the other captains taking lunch or dinner with them. "Is it good?"
Antonio's eyes gleamed slightly as he spoke while starting to walk towards the deck, his usual smile plastered firmly across his tanned face, "If that is his name then si, Lovi.~"
The blond was coughing softly as he accidentally inhaled a large cloud of dust while wiping off some of the old books in the shelves built into the wall behind the captain's desk.
Arthur nods as he eats, a ghost of a blush on his face.
Suddenly glaring at the pirate, Romano demands "What did you call me?"
Spotting him and hearing him coughing, Gilbert is over there in a second. "Are you okay? You're not sick, are you? I brought some food and some more beer." he says, talking fast.
The French man continued to smile softly as he rested his head on a hand as he watched the shorter man, speaking with a small smirk, "Mind telling me why people call you Pirate Iggy, Arthur Kirkland?"
Antonio continued to smile as he said with a teasing tone, "Lovi, it's short for Lovino... You know, I'm a little peeved at the fact that you didn't tell me your real name. After all, I think it is a beautiful name."
Matthew blushed softly at the others closeness and worry, speaking as he tried to clean off his dust encrusted glasses, "I'm fine, you don't have to panic over every little thing captain." He wasn't sure how he should address the albino so he decided to stick to being formal. At the mention of food however, his stomach gave a small growl.
Arthur just shrugs. "I guess people consider me to be the bloody stereotype for English, and my brother started calling me Iggy and now every bloody else does too." he says, scowling into his plate of food.
Shocked and confused how the pirate had found his name out, Romano opens and closes his mouth multiple times, trying to think of what to say but looking like a fish in the process.
Nodding and then laughing, Gilbert drags the blond over to the table. "You can call me Gilbert instead of captain." he tells him.
Francis raised an eyebrow as he spoke, "Likes tea, sarcastic, practices magic, picks fights, and makes rash decisions... That sounds like the British to me... Iggy." The long haired blond was smirking softly as he finished eating, offering some tea to the other as if to accent his point.
Antonio chuckled in amusement as he continued on his way, "I found out from that chatty brother of yours, he seems to be the exactly opposite of you."
The Canadian gave a small squeak as he was dragged after the other, sitting down promptly as he looked at the other with a small tilt of his head, "Umm okay."
Arthur glares at the Frenchman, but takes the tea offered.
"I'm so going to kill him." Romano mutters darkly.
Gilbert grabs a beer as he sits down opposite the blond. Opening it, he takes a long drink before grabbing a wurst and starting to eat.
Francis smiled softly as he asked the other while standing up slowly, "So... I would like to ask you to be a little more respectful towards me. If you don't... I won't be letting you out of this room for a long time." He said all of this with an easy going laugh as he knew the other couldn't really refuse.
Antonio chuckled softly as he asked while pinching the others cheek, "Oh? And why is that? Just because he told me your real name, Lovi?" Oh this was too much fun at the moment.
Matthew looked at the odd food with a small frown, but respectfully started to eat it as he drank water instead of the offer liquor.
At first irked about the request, Arthur quickly realizes that it was quite possibly his way to escape. "What exactly do you mean by respectful?" he decides to clarify first.
Face red, Romano decides to ignore the Spaniard.
Quickly finishing his food, Gilbert grabs a small bag of seeds he had also picked up. "Want to try feeding Gilbird?" he asks.
"Listening to my orders, stop trying to insult or hit me, and finally... stop frowning, it makes your face horribly ugly!~" Francis said with a small laugh, pinching the others face.
The pirate smiled softly as he gently kissed the others forehead before stepping out onto the deck where the German and bubbly Italian were waiting.
"Fratello!" Feliciano called out with a smile as he bounced over to the other, asking excitedly as noticed that the other was dressed in clothes that were much too big for him, "What happened to your clothes, are you alright, why is he carrying you?"
Matthew blinked at the offer before nodding softly as he poured a little in his hand and offered it to the other.
That just makes the English pirate frown more, as his face turns red.
"I don't know." Romano snaps at his brother, obviously annoyed.
Ludwig blinks as he sees the other Italian for the first time. they looked kinda similar, but obviously had completely different personalities.
Gilbert smiles as Gilbird flays over, landing with a chirp before starting to eat the seeds from the small blond's hand.
Francis smiled at the sight of the redness on the others face, speaking as he pulled something out of his sleeve, "I suppose that blush is well worth a little frown though." Not letting Arthur protest he wrapped the object gently around his neck, hooking it into place quickly.
Antonio chuckled softly as he set the other on his feet, "Well if you REALLY want to be put down." His green eyes flashing in amusement as the reason he had been holding the small Italian was to keep him from feeling the pain of the night before.
Matthew smiled softly as he watched the little bird, asking, "So what is he, where did you get him?" All of his attention was now focused on the bird as he wondered about its origins.
"W-what the bloody hell?" Arthur exclaims, his hand reaching up to try to tell what was just put around his neck.
Gritting his teeth and only his dignity keeping him up, Romano glares at the ground, not sure which of them to glare at.
Ludwig clears his throat, feeling that him and Feliciano were being ignored.
Gilbert shrugs. "I rescued him on a raid one time. The little guy was just too awesome to leave behind!" he beams.
Francis gave a small laugh as he quickly backed away from the flailing hands of the Brit, speaking as he pointed towards a mirror, "While I doubt that your brother would turn tail and run away as soon as the chance is given, I believe you would... So that little collar is a gift from me, it bares the mark of my flag and anyone that meets you will know that you belong to me. We may not have many allies, but almost every person whether pirate or regular citizen wouldn't give up the chance to earn quite a bit of money by returning you to me. You understand, oui?"
Feliciano giggled softly as he hugged his brother, almost knocking them both off of their feet. Speaking rapidly, "Fratello, are you enjoying your time here? ...Ludwig is really nice to me!"
Antonio looked towards the blond as he asked, "Cute aren't they?" The Spanish man was practically beaming with happiness and was barely holding back to urge to hug his grumpy Italian.
"That was nice," the other said with surprise as he pet the bird gently, pleasantly surprised by the fact that the bird chirped like he knew they were talking about him.
Face as red as one of the Frenchman's roses, Arthur glares at him, already trying to plot ways to get it off.
Romano's face turns bright red, both in embarrassment and anger too this time. Turning his glare to the blond, he yells "What the fuck did you do to my brother?"
Confused, Ludwig just looks between Antonio and the darker Italian.
Gilbert nods, smiling as he can tell that Gilbird likes Matthew.
Francis smiled as he swing a small key hanging from a necklace in front of the others face. Speaking as he tapped the small metal lock on the back of the collar, "Don't even think about it, this is the only way you can get out of it. Its made of tough fabric that is hard to break, I doubt that you would like to put a knife so close to your neck, and impossible to burn."
Feliciano blinked as he tilted his head softly, "Fratello, why are you so angry?"
Matthew sighed softly as he leaned back while keeping his hand steady for the bird. Unsure of what they should really do now, after all they seemed to be going to be spending a lot of time together.
Dropping his hands, Arthur returns to glaring at the french pirate. After a few moments, he gives up with a sigh. "Do you have any rum?" he asks finally.
"B-because you went and got fucking captured!" Romano stammers out.
Sneezing, Gilbert grows bored. "You must be bored stuck in here. If you promise not to try to run away you can come up to the deck with me." he tells the blond.
Francis gave a fake disgusted look as he spoke, "Rum, what a degrading substance. We only drink wine on this ship." Giving a small wink he walked over to a cabinet and pulled out a bottle, setting it on the table as he gathered a few hidden glasses.
Feliciano's eyes watered softly as he looked down at his feet, "I-I tried to hide, but they found me and... Well at least we are still together right?" He hated it when his sibling was mad at him, though he usually was now a-days.
Matthew blinked before nodding slightly, standing up as the bird was finished eating, "It's not like I have a place to run to."
Making a face, Arthur hopefully asks "Maybe one of the other two have some rum?"
Romano sighs, not really sure what to say. "I guess, although who knows what the hell grandpa's going to do when he sees we're gone." he says, more sedately.
Gilbert shrugs at that. "True enough, unless you feel like jumping into the ocean and either getting stuck on a desert island or drowning." he says, adding one of his signature "kesese" at the end.
Francis shrugged as he spoke, "Probably... but I don't really feel like going to ask them." Waving a hand lazily he sat down on one of the cushioned chairs in the room. Feeling more than a little amused by the others annoyance.
"Grandpa?" Antonio repeated with a small frown, looking towards Ludwig as he spoke. Hopefully this man wasn't going to be someone that could caused them problems in the future. Though the boys HAD been taken from a rich manor.
Feliciano scuffed his feet in embarrassment and worry as he too just remembered their grandfather who they had left with only a destroyed house to tell him what had happened to them.
Matthew cringed slightly at the sound of the laugh, but didn't comment as he followed after the albino.
Sighing, Arthur says "Fine. I'll drink the bloody wine then."
Ludwig shrugs as a reply, not having heard they had a grandpa before now.
Romano nods. "I'm sure he's going to have every ship out there looking for us as soon as he hears that there was a pirate raid." he adds.
Reaching the deck, Gilbert glances around, spotting the four of them. Quietly laughing, he heads over to the rigging, planning on climbing up to the boon.
Francis smiled as he spoke, "Well, take it then. I'm not going to stop you... By the way, what do you think of Asia?" Blue eyes were alight with mischief as he was dropping clues in front of the Brit.
Antonio frowned as he asked while leaning back against the wall of his ship, "What did you say your last name was again?" In truth he was starting to get a bad feeling in the bottom of his stomach as he looked between the Italian boys and Ludwig.
Matthew sighed softly as he followed the other, now wondering if this was what a dog felt like when taken for a walk by its master.
Not bothering with the glasses and instead opting to just take the entire bottle, Arthur takes a swig of the red liquid. "Asia? All I've ever heard about from over there is India and Hong Kong. Oh, and doesn't China have a really big wall or something?" he says, obviously not getting it.
"Vargas." Romano answers simply.
Quickly climbing, Gilbert is soon at the top. "You coming up?" he calls down to the blond.
Francis rolled his eyes as he spoke bluntly, dropping his graceful way of speaking in hope that he could drive home the point, "Well we are heading there right now, I suppose you will be learning more about it very quickly eh?"
Antonio paled just slightly as he spoke softly, "As in Gaius Vargas? The retired navy corporal of the Italian navy from back when it was actually powerful?" Seeing Feliciano give a small nod he quickly pinched the bridge of his nose, looking around for Gilbert with small groan of disbelief.
Matthew paled softly but slowly forced himself to climb up after the other, not really sure how much he could trust the climb.
Paling considerably and chocking on the wine, Arthur manages to gasp out, "What?"
Confused, Romano demands "Why is who are grandpa is important?"
Beaming as he watches him climb, Gilbert pulls the other into an embrace when he makes it up. "Isn't it awesome up here?" he asks, his breath tickling the Canadian's ear.
Sighing, Ludwig says "I'll go find Francis and bruder." before heading back over to Old Fritz, leaving his Italian there.
Francis chuckled softly at this reaction as he nodded his head, "Oui, we are heading there as we speak. We'll be far from the reach of our usual adversaries... After all, who would want to go to such a foreign port to find something that may or may not be there." The long haired blond smirking as he was obviously hinting that the others brother being among the people he was talking about.
Antonio sighed lowly as he looked towards his first mate, asking him to watch the two boys as he followed after Ludwig. Though not before leaning down to place a small kiss on Lovino's lips before he ran off, knowing the other would probably try to kill him later for doing such a thing in front of his brother and the rest of the crew.
Feliciano stared at his brother with wide eyes, asking with a small blush, "Ve... Fratello did he just...?"
Matthew squeaked as he was pulled up to join the other, blushing as he was held close, though glad for the feeling of being grounded and protected against the threat of falling as he felt the albino's arms wrap around him. However instead of looking out at the view he buried his face into the others chest to try and hide his blush and fear of heights, "O-Oui."