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On Board

Chapter Eight: One Step Forward

Although Lovino would never admit it, even on pain of death (probably), he is very happy he and Antonio made up. The man is annoying and doesn't understand boundaries, but now that everyone else on the ship is dating someone at least Antonio gives him someone to keep him from being lonely. Of course at the moment he is debating just how important that fact is. He is currently alone on the top deck with their captain, who is drunk due to the party they just threw for the return on Seychelles, and while everyone else went downstairs for their 'continuation of the party' he has to deal with this babbling idiot.

"Loovvviiii~! You know what that sounds like~?" Antonio coos and Lovino groans, rolling his eyes. "What does that sound like…?" The Italian asks, deciding to humor the Spaniard until he finally passes out. "Lovely~!" Antonio exclaims, like it's the most genius thing in the world. "Uhuh…interesting." Lovino mumbles, watching out of the corner of his eye as Antonio moves to sit closer to him. "And you know what, Lovi…?" He asks, whispering into the boy's ear and making his face heat up. "Wh-what…?" Lovino asks, swallowing hard. "Mmmm…I think it fits." Antonio says before pulling away and giggling. Yes, their captain is giggling. But oh! It gets worse. So, so much worse. Because now he's singing.

"Looovvviiiii isssss ssooooo looovvvveellllyyyy~! Ohhh so lovely~! Is my Looovviiii~!" Antonio sings in a surprisingly well voice, given that he's drunk off his ass. "Is he now…?" Lovino mutters, inching away from the Spaniard. "Oh he is… He reeeaaalllyyy is…" Antonio says pointedly, as he crawls closer to the boy on the floor. "Well, he's more lovely from a distance. So back the fuck off." Lovino warns and Antonio giggles. "It's lovelier, Lovi~!" The Italian twitches and punches the man's arm. "I'M NOT GOING TO HAVE A DRUNK CORRECT MY GRAMMAR!"

Antonio frowns and reaches out, gently running a hand over the boy's shoulder that was injured in their battle with Ivan. "Does it still hurt…Lovi…?" Lovino frowns and shakes his head. "No, it's healed Antonio." Antonio leans forward, getting uncomfortably close, and rests his head on the boy's chest. "I don't like seeing you hurt, Lovi…" Lovino brings a hand to the man's head, stroking his hair. "I know, Antonio. I'm sorry…" Antonio laughs a little. "Lovi's drunk." The Italian twitches. "What makes you think I'm drunk, bastard?"

The Spaniard pulls back enough to look the boy in the eyes. "You're much calmer when you're drunk. I like it." Lovino stiffens up and looks away. "I-I'm not fucking drunk. You're drunk and I'm just being nice." Antonio looks at him with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Just how nice will Lovi be to a drunk me?" Lovino twitches and abruptly stands up, holding the lantern they are using for light. "Nice enough to bring you to your room before you do anything stupid. Now get your drunk ass off the floor!" Antonio laughs a little. "Ahhh, I was afraid that would ruin it." He takes the boy's outstretched hand and stands up, leaning on him for support.

Lovino awkwardly gets Antonio down the stairs and into his room. He sets the lantern down on the captain's nightstand and sits Antonio on the bed. "Hold on, I'll get your night shirt…" Antonio smiles at the boy as he rummages through his captain's things. "I missed you, Lovi…" Lovino tenses up for a second before standing and going over to the man. "I guess…I kind of missed you, too. I mean, when Matthew and Feliciano were off with their boyfriends all I had to talk to was Francis…Now take your shirt off."

Antonio laughs under his breath and tries to take his shirt off, falling backwards onto the bed with the shirt stuck. "L-Lovi~! Heelllp~!" He cries and Lovino sighs, crawling onto the man's lap and helping him remove the shirt before glaring down at the Spaniard. "And you thought I was drunk." Antonio chuckles before sitting up, bringing his face painfully close to Lovino's. "Looks like Lovi has to dress me…" Lovino's face heats up and he covers it with the Spaniard's nightshirt. "Sh-shut up and don't get so close, you drunken idiot!"

He hastily crawls off the man's lap and puts the shirt on him. "Y-you're doing your own pants! That's where I draw the line!" Antonio shrugs, reaching down and sliding his pants off, earning a small squeak from Lovino. "W-wait until I leave, idiot!" The Spaniard looks up at him confused. "But I thought you were staying in my room tonight…since Feliciano and Ludwig are in yours…" Lovino pales. "Th-then I'll stay in Matthew's-!" "He and Gilbert." Antonio reminds him and he begins to panic. "Th-then Ludwig's-!" "All of Seychelles'…er…Michelle's stuff is in there. That's why Ludwig's bed is in your room." The Spaniard points out and Lovino deflates. "I'll…sleep on the deck…"

Antonio gasps and grabs the boy's wrist, pulling him over to sit on the bed. "Sleep with me! We're friends, you can trust me!" Lovino eyes him wearily. "I don't have any nightclothes…" "Borrow some of mine!" The Spaniard offers hastily, reaching into a trunk near his bed and pulling out a nightshirt. "…I don't want to sleep with you." Lovino finally says, and Antonio looks at him heartbroken. "Wh…why…?" Antonio asks, his lower lip quivering a little. "Fuck! Fine! Fine! I'll stay! Just don't cry!" He snatches the night shirt out of Antonio's hands and goes to a corner to change. "DON'T LOOK, PERVERT!" Lovino yells when he catches Antonio subtly eyeing him. "Si, si, I won't look Lovi~!" Antonio coos, laying down and burying his face in his pillow.

Lovino rolls his eyes and quickly changes. "Alright, you can look." Antonio lifts his head up and turns to see Lovino, a wide smile coming to his face. "Lovi~! You look adorable in that!" Lovino pouts. "I look like a child! I'm fucking swimming in this thing!" Antonio laughs a little. "But that's what makes it cute!" He moves up against the wall and lifts the covers. "Now come to bed, Lovi~!" Lovino stiffens up and goes bright red, possibly redder than he's even been, he doesn't know since he has no mirror. "Fusoso! Lovi's face looks like a tomato~!" Antonio giggles and Lovino twitches, throwing his shirt at the man. "Fuck you!"

The man takes the shirt and brings it to his nose. "It smells like Lovi~!" He coos and Lovino cringes. "That isn't making this any easier, pervert." Antonio laughs and tosses the shirt out of the bed before facing the wall. "Is this better~?" Lovino sighs and crawls under the blanket, staying as close to the edge as possible. "If you touch me at all in the night I will kill you in the morning." Antonio laughs a little. "Good night, Lovino." Lovino blushes at the Spaniard saying his full name since god-knows how long. "G-good night, Antonio."

Next morning:

Antonio wakes up before Lovino and looks at the sleeping boy for awhile. "Thank you for taking care of me last night, Lovi…" He murmurs before getting out of bed and getting dressed. Once dressed he gently pushes Lovino further onto the bed so he doesn't fall from being so close to the edge. Before he leaves the room he takes one last look at the sleeping boy and smiles. "Lovely Lovi…"

He heads out to the deck and meets up with a beaming Francis. "Good morning! Where's Michelle?" Antonio asks and Francis smiles. "Ahh…mon cherie is sleeping right now." The Spaniard's eyes dart around the top floor, earning a confused look from Francis, before he leans closer to the other man and whispers in his ear. "Lovi is in my bed…" Francis gasps and grabs Antonio's shoulders excitedly. "Bon travail! Good job, Antonio! I knew you would get him sooner or later!"

Antonio looks at him confused. "Que? No, we didn't do anything…he just had nowhere else to sleep." Francis sighs sadly. "I knew it. I knew you were too stupid…" The Spaniard frowns. "I almost kissed him last night, though." The Frenchman perks up as Antonio continues. "Which is weird because, I mean, as we know I've never kissed anyone. Yet, for some reason last night all I wanted to do was kiss him…" He looks at Francis in curiosity. "Did we get a new type of alcohol in Greece?"

Francis is floored at Antonio's stupidity and hits the man over the head. "YOU GIVE L'AMOUR A BAD NAME, TONIO!" Before Antonio can ask him what he means the Frenchman stomps off to his room. "Q-que? Francis~!" "What the hell are you calling out to Francis for?" Gilbert asks as he comes up to the top deck and Antonio frowns. "He got mad at me for some reason…" The albino rolls his eyes. "And what did you say?" "I-I just told him that the new Greek alcohol made me act weird and hit on Lovi…" Antonio mumbles, like a child being scolded, and Gilbert twitches.

"How do I explain this in a way you can understand…? Wait, I thought you said you loved Lovino that first day! You and Ludwig were talking about it!" Gilbert exclaims and Antonio smiles at him. "Of course I love Lovi~! He's a member of my crew! I love all of you!" The Prussian twitches. "You…you meant like that? OH MY GOD YOU ARE SUCH AN IDIOT!" He groans and stomps off to the steering wheel. "E-eh…? What am I saying that's so weird…?" Antonio mumbles before his stomach growls. "Ahh…hungry…I should go wake Lovi up so he can cook breakfast…"

Bedroom:

Antonio goes into his bedroom and sees Lovino sprawled out on the bed, the long night shirt raised above his hips to show his underwear. "O-oh god…" The Spaniard mutters before running out of the bedroom and knocking on Gilbert's door. "M-Mattie! Mattie!" He hears a small thud and some other sounds before the door opens, a tired looking Mattie behind it. "Hmm…? What is it Antonio…?" Antonio looks at him with pleading eyes. "Could you please wake up Lovi?"

Matthew yawns a stretches a little before smiling at Antonio tiredly. "Of course…but why can't you…?" Antonio frowns. "I-I think I'm still feeling guilty about hitting on him last night. When I look at him my chest feels strange…" Matthew nods. "Oh yeah, that's guilt alright." His sarcasm goes missed by Antonio, who nods. "Yes! Yes! So please wake him up! I'm starving!" Matthew laughs under his breath as he heads for Lovino's room. "Oh! He isn't in there, Mattie!" Antonio says quickly and points to his own door. "H-he's in my bed…"

Matthew looks at him confused for a moments before shrugging and going into Antonio's room, shutting the door behind him. When he looks at Lovino he twitches a little. "I don't want to see that…" He groans and tosses the blanket over Lovino before going up to his ear. "Lovino…WAKE UP!" Lovino's eyes snap open and he lets out a loud yelp, going to slap Matthew who skillfully dodges. "W-what the fuck?" the Italian yells and Matthew turns to leave. "Antonio wanted me to wake you…and…um…I know you two didn't have sex, your both too stupid to get to that point on your own, but…why are you in his bed? In his night shirt?"

Lovino groans and lies back down on the bed. "I had nowhere else to sleep. Then I had nothing to sleep in." Matthew laughs a little. "I see…lucky captain then. I'll wait for you in the kitchen." The blond leaves the room and Lovino looks around Antonio's room for old clothes of the man's so he wouldn't have to go in and see his brother and Ludwig spooning and he wouldn't have to wear his dirty clothes again. After a few minutes he wrangles up an outfit. It's still big, but not as big as any of his other stuff on the teen, just a little loose really.

Feeling a little proud of himself he slips on his boots and heads into the kitchen with Matthew, preparing their breakfast.

That night:

As if the party the night before wasn't enough, they were having another one tonight. Their excuse this time was Matthew's birthday, so Lovino doesn't really mind. "Veee~! Fratello! Have a drink!" Feliciano coos, holding a glass of wine out to the boy. "I don't think that's a good idea." Lovino mutters and Feliciano looks at him confused. "Veee? First Antonio refuses to drink and now fratello, too?" The older Italian looks at his brother surprised. "A-Antonio isn't drinking…?" Feliciano shakes his head. "He said he's trying to figure out something. Whatever that means~!" Lovino watches as Feliciano heads back over to Ludwig and dances with him to the song that Antonio is playing.

Michelle soon comes out of nowhere and smiles at Lovino. "Hey there!" Lovino forces a smile onto his lips. "H-hello…" She sits down next to him and looks at Francis, who is bringing food the Italian brothers and Matthew made. "I know you don't know me, but I think you and I can become friends." Michelle says, her eyes entranced by the Frenchman they're following. "Hm…if that's what you want." Lovino mumbles, a little creeped out at how closely she's watching the blonde.

"So…what are you and Antonio anyways?" Michelle asks, making Lovino practically fall off the barrel he's sitting on. "Wh-what do you mean? He's my captain and…I guess…my somewhatofafreind." The boy says quickly and Michelle laughs. "You're very cute, Lovino." Lovino goes to protest but Michelle is already gone. "What…just happened…" He mumbles to himself before his attention goes back to Antonio. The man is still singing, this time it's a Spanish song he knows and likes. Out of boredom, and only boredom, he fights back his embarrassment and walks over, sitting closer to Antonio. He ignores the curious look from Antonio and begins to sing with him in a quiet tone.

After a few verses Lovino begins to lose himself in the music and is sitting right next to Antonio on the floor, both now with an arm wrapped around the other's shoulder, as the Spaniard teaches him to strum the guitar as he places his fingers over the right strings on the neck. Once the song is finished Antonio smiles down at Lovino, his eyes shining brightly. "Lovi…what are you doing?" The Italian blushes and goes to move, when Antonio's grasp on his shoulders tightens.

"D-don't go! Please!" Lovino stiffens up and looks at him embarrassed. "F-fine…" Antonio's eyes light up. "Really? What do you want to sing next?"Lovino looks down. "A-anything really…I know pretty much all the Spanish songs…" Antonio smiles at him before beginning another song with Lovino. After a few more songs everyone else heads downstairs, leaving them alone again.

"H-hey…Lovi, want to see something really nice?" Antonio asks excitedly and Lovino rolls his eyes as he pulls his arm off the older man's shoulders. "If it's your tomato plant I've already seen it." The Spaniard laughs. "No! No! Come on!" Antonio stands up and takes his hand, leading him up to the steering area. "Come on, over here!" Lovino rolls his eyes and Antonio brings him to the railing and points down to the water illuminated by the moonlight. "It's pretty…but…I've already seen it. Every night." Antonio laughs and shakes his head no.

"Not the water, what's in the water. Just wait Lovi." Lovino leans forward and stares at the water wide-eyed as he waits. "Antonio…I'm not seeing anything." Antonio smiles at him and drops something into the water, making the water light up in strange colors. "Wh-what is that?" Lovino asks in awe and Antonio shrugs. "Beats me, Francis bought some of this stuff from Michelle's caretakers. Isn't it amazing?" The Spaniard asks dreamily and Lovino nods, looking over at him wide-eyed. "It's so amazing…"

He quickly looks away, bright red, and a small smile comes to his face. "Th-thank you…" Antonio looks at the teen confused. "Hmmm? You should thank Francis, Lovi, he was going to show this to everyone. Of course he didn't because he's being distracted with Michelle…but you know what I mean." Lovino groans and presses his head against the guardrail. "I'm not only talking about this, you idiot." Antonio stares at him blankly and Lovino resists the urge to punch the idiot. "You piss me off so much!" The Italian hisses bitterly and Antonio frowns. "But…wh-what did I do?"

Lovino rolls his eyes and looks back down to the ocean. "How long does this coloring last…?" He mumbles and Antonio smiles. "I don't know. You want to stay here with me until it fades?" Lovino blushes and looks away, mumbling. "I don't have anything else to do…" Antonio chuckles under his breath and leans on the railing with Lovino. "You're so cute, Lovi~!" Lovino groans and glares at him. "Would you shut up?" Antonio frowns and notices the boy shiver. "Lovi's cold?" Lovino looks away. "I-I...am…a little…"

The Spaniard chuckles and takes off his coat, draping it over the teen's shoulders. "Is that better~?" He coos and Lovino nods. "A-a little…" Antonio smiles and opens his arms. "Want a hug to help~?" Lovino glares at him. "Touch me and I'll kill you." The Spaniard frowns. "B-but I'm…cold…" Lovino twitches. "THEN DON'T GIVE OUT YOUR COAT YOU IDIOT!" Antonio sighs. "How could I not? I don't want to see you cold!" Lovino groans before leaning against Antonio. "I-if you must…you can hug me…only until the lights fade and NEVER again afterwards!" Antonio grins and pulls him into his arms, resting his chin on the boy's shoulder as they continue to watch the colors follow their ship.

A/N: ...I dont know where this came from...*headdesk* It wasnt supposed to get to this part yet...but i was watching a bunch of spamano amvs and was all 'OMG! ROMANCE!' and...so...yeah. I guess that means chapter nine (or at the most chapter ten) will be the last. I think i made Antonio too dense...but...I mean...in the anime/manga he's REALLY dense...i dont know. I really shouldnt write at three in the morning...(the reason it took so long for me to put this up after that is because i was debating if i should even use it.) IM SORRY IF IT'S NO GOOD! I DONT WRITE FLUFFY FLUFFNESS OFTEN!