Chapter 1
~Lovino's POV~

"Come on fratello, hurry up," a cheerful voice said happily as my little brown-haired, amber-eyed brother tugged me along quickly.
"Hey slow down idiota," I growled, but he continued tugging me along.
"But I want you to meet him Lovino, he's a nice man, a tad scary at times, but nice none the less," my little brother replied, a big grin on his face.
"And what if I don't want to Feliciano?" I said angrily.
"But he's a good person fratello, why wouldn't you want to meet him?" Feliciano replied and I groaned. Feliciano and I had been separated after our grandfather died and we lived in different countries, I lived in Spain and he lived in some country called Austria. It wasn't until two years ago that we were finally reunited and I was still getting used to having a little brother. It's a little hard to live with a brother you have almost nothing in common with, especially since said brother can be a real ditz. Feliciano is an artist, exceptional even, and I prefer the simple things like planting and making wine. Another thing different about us is that I'm the most brutally honest person you will ever meet and Feliciano is way too nice for his own good sometimes, in fact now that I think about it the only thing we really have in common is that we both love to cook. "Lovino you didn't answer me," Feliciano whined, breaking me away from my thoughts, yep definitely hard to live with him.
"You know I hate meeting new people Feliciano," I growled, boy was that the truth, I didn't just hate it, I loathed it.
"B…but fratello, you're so mean Lovi," Feliciano whined and the waterworks started. I winced and felt my anger waver, damn those tears, they always helped him get what we wanted in the end. After a few minutes I let out an irritated sigh and said, "All right fine, but only so you'll stop crying."
"Yay," he cheered and his grin returned. I let out another sigh and the two of us continued on. "I think you'll like Roderich, he's really nice," Feliciano said for like the twentieth time since he received a letter from the accursed Austrian yesterday saying that he was coming to visit today. Feliciano was ecstatic when he read the letter and told me that Roderich was his friend and care taker from when he was in Austria. Then he decided that he was going to greet him and naturally I got dragged along, no surprise, and that's how we ended up going to the harbor today. Eventually we reached the damn harbor and were greeted by a horde of people, great. Then Feliciano, being the annoying brat that he is, decided that he wanted to be one of the first people to greet the new arrivals and dragged me to the front of the crowd, earning quite a few glares and some rude gestures, which I returned whole-heartedly. A few people looked at me, shocked, and I looked at the clothes I was wearing, great I was still in my priest robes, I'd forgotten about that, no wonder I was getting glared at, it was inappropriate for a "holy man" to be doing such things, it was a sin. "Tsch, stupid priesthood," I grumbled, god being catholic could get annoying sometimes.
"Hey Fratello look," Feliciano stated as he tugged on my sleeve. I turned and saw that he was pointing at something off in the distance. I looked to where he was pointing and saw several ships heading our way. Twenty minutes later the ships docked and people disembarked, adding to the already huge crowd of people, that was the one thing that really annoyed me about living in Italy, too many people, not enough room. Thankfully after about ten minutes the crowd thinned out and I let out a sigh of relief as I tried to straighten out my robes so they were a little more presentable. Then I heard someone call out my brother's name and a man walked up. "Hallo Feliciano," the man said and smiled.
"Ciao Roderich," Feliciano replied and his grin grew wider. I looked at the man in front of me and frowned, so this was the wondrous Roderich that Feliciano had been telling me about, he wasn't much to look at. His dark brown hair was messy despite the obvious effort to make it presentable, his clothes were plain, his smile looked tired, and his violet eyes were dull, probably from exhaustion, all in all he didn't look a thing like the Roderich Feliciano had been talking about.

"Is this him? He doesn't look like much," I said, irritated.
"Che, Lovi be nice," Feliciano replied sternly, his smile fading.
"Lovi?" the Austrian asked as he raised one eyebrow, curiosity plain in his eyes.
"It's Lovino you dumb fuck," I growled, earning quite a few glares from the people left on the dock which I ignored.
"Oh my, quite the rude one aren't we?" Roderich replied, his voice heavily accented.
"Lovi, language, you know Padre Ezio wouldn't approve if he heard you saying such things while wearing the robes of his church," Feliciano stated, "Bad fratello." I glared at him and then looked away, mentally cursing him. "Fratello?" the Austrian asked.
"Sì, this is mi fratello Lovino, Lovino this is my friend Roderich," Feliciano answered.
"Oh I see, hallo Lovino," Roderich greeted and I glared at him.
"Fratello, say 'hello'," Feliciano said and I sighed in annoyance.
"Ciao," I greeted, not wanting to upset Feliciano again, I had already dealt with his tears once today and that was enough for me.
"Grazie fratello," Feliciano replied and smiled. Then a second later I heard the unmistakable call of a woman as she called my brother's name and then a blur of black and orange raced past me, tackling my brother, but not knocking him over. "Feli, hello," the girl who had attacked my brother said cheerfully.
"E…Elizabeta?" Feliciano asked, stunned, as the girl hugged him.
"Yes," the girl replied.
"Ciao, I didn't know you were coming too," Feliciano said cheerfully and hugged the girl.
"Of course not silly, it was meant to be a surprise," the girl replied as she released my brother and smiled.
"Oh okay, Elizabeta this is mi fratello Lovino," Feliciano said and motioned toward me.
"Oh, hello, my name Elizabeta, so you're the older Vargas brother," the girl replied as she looked at me.
"Sì," I said.
"Hogy talakoztunk," Elizabeta replied.
"What?" I asked, confused.
"Oh it's Hungarian for 'pleased to meet you', I'm from Hungary," Elizabeta answered. Oh okay, that made sense, but what was a Hungarian doing with an Austrian? "She's Roderich's wife," Feliciano said, answering my silent question.
"Yes, going on fourteen years now," she replied. 'Wow that's a long time,' I thought and opened my mouth to say something, but I was cut off by a loud bang, followed by screaming. "What the hell?" I gasped as I turned to face a giant hole in the dock we were standing on that wasn't there before. Then there was another loud bang and a huge black sphere hit the dock, creating yet another huge hole. "F…fratello is that what I think it is?" Feliciano asked, his eyes wide with fear.
"Sì Feliciano," I answered right as another black sphere hit the dock. 'Merda, where are these cannon balls coming from?' I thought as I looked out to sea, only to see the one thing I hated the most, a pirate ship. "Feliciano get out of here," I said as I turned to my brother.
"B…but fratello, what about you?" Feliciano replied.
"Just go, I'll be fine," I said angrily.
"Fratello, are you sure?" Feliciano asked as he took a step forward, his eyes full of worry.
"Sì, now g-," I answered, but was cut off by yet another loud bang, that sounded a lot closer than before, and I froze when I saw where the cannon ball was headed, right for my brother. "Feliciano look out," I shouted, but I was too late, the cannon ball hit the dock and the two of us went flying. I hit the dock hard on my back and Feliciano hit the wall. "FELICIANO!" I shouted as I stood up and ran over to my little brother. 'Merda,' I thought as I knelt next to him and then breathed a sigh of relief when I realized that he was still breathing. 'Amazing, you are a lucky one Feliciano,' I thought as I picked up my brother and laid him down in my lap, holding my arms around him protectively, he may be annoying, but he was still my brother and I would protect him with my life. Then a moment later I heard laughter, followed by booted feet hitting the dock, and I looked up, only to see that the pirates had docked and were now running all over the harbor. "F…fratello?" I heard a small voice ask and I looked down at my brother, whose amber eyes were now open slightly.
"What Feliciano?" I asked in response.
"It hurts fratello," Feliciano answered softly and I chuckled.
"I'm sure it does considering you just hit a wall idiota, how you survived the impact though I have no idea," I said.
"Luck I guess," Feliciano replied, his voice still soft.
"Yes, pure dumb luck," I said. Then Feliciano looked at his clothes and frowned. "My clothes are ruined, Padre Ezio will be mad," Feliciano replied.
"I'm sure he'll get over it fratellino," I said and Feliciano laughed lightly.
"Fratello you smiled," Feliciano replied.
"I did?" I asked, stunned.
"Sì fratello, it makes me happy since you never smile," Feliciano answered as a weak smile found its way onto his face and his eyes closed.
"Well, well look at what we have here, two little Italian boys," a voice said and I looked up. My eyes met deep blue and I tightened my arms around my little brother because, judging by this man's clothes and ornate jewelry he was most definitely a pirate. "Touch him and die filthy sea dog," I growled as I held my hand up to stop the pirate.
"Really?" the man asked, his foul breath hitting me full on in the face, almost making me gag.
"Sì," I answered as I picked up a piece of glass that was lying behind my brother's wounded body. "F…fratello?" Feliciano's soft voice said quietly.
"Shh fratellino," I whispered and he fell silent. At that moment the pirate tried to get at my brother and I stabbed his hand with the piece of glass. He let out a shriek of pain and rage as he took a step back and I gently laid my brother down, standing up after I was done. "Why you little," the man snarled and attacked me, but I knocked him to the ground with a punch to the gut. "I told you to keep your filthy hands off of him," I growled. "Roderich come get Feliciano per favore," I replied and Roderich did just that while I made sure the pirate stayed on the ground. I kicked the pirate a few times in the head and then I kicked his side, successfully breaking several of his ribs. Once I was satisfied I turned to leave and Feliciano opened his eyes to look back at me. "Fratello look out," Feliciano called out, his eyes wide with fear.
"What?" I gasped as I turned and the hilt of a sword hit my temple. "Fratello," Feliciano shouted as his feet hit the dock and he tried to run over to me. Roderich held him back and Feliciano tried desperately to break free of Roderich's grasp, but couldn't. Then I felt myself fall and the last thing I remember before I blacked out was the tears in Feliciano's eyes and his heartbroken shout of, "FRATELLO!"
The next thing I remember was waking up to the sound of two people arguing and a dull pain in my temple. At first the voices were just a drone of unidentifiable words, but one thing was clear, one of the two people arguing was extremely angry. Then after a few more minutes I was finally able to make out what the voices were saying, but the words were alien to me. "The captain won't be happy about this," one of the voices said in another language, that seemed rather familiar, "You know he hates it when we take captives."
"Whatever, the captain can kiss my ass," the other voice growled in the same language as the first, "That Italian brat stabbed my hand."
"Quit whining, it'll heal," the first voice replied in that same language, clearly annoyed. 'Grande, just my luck, I get captured by pirates, giorno peggiore mai,' I thought once my senses had fully returned. I sighed inwardly and then looked at my clothes and frowned. 'Grande, Padre Ezio is going to kill me when he sees this,' I thought and sighed inwardly again. My clothes were a mess, they were torn beyond repair and covered in bloodstains, they were ruined. I grumbled and tried to move my wrists because they were really starting to hurt, but that only made it worse as rough rope dug into my skin. 'Merda, those idioti would tie me up, come fastidioso,' I thought angrily, 'Patetico.' I struggled with the rope a little while longer before giving up with an exasperated sigh, that's when the headache hit, almost making me black out again. I groaned, grinding my teeth in an attempt to distract me from the pain, great, just great. A second later the arguing that had been going on in front of me ceased and I found myself staring into two sets of deep blue eyes, one set holding anger and the other annoyance. "Look, the Italian brat is awake," the angry voice said.
"Cállate idiota," the other voice replied, irritated. The angry voice said something in the language that was so familiar, yet so alien to me now, what was that damn language? French? Hell no. English? Not even close. Italian? Definitely not. Spanish? Yes that was it, the language was Spanish, this was a Spanish ship.

"You're Spaniards," I said aloud and glared at the two men in front of me.
"Ah the Italiano speaks, bienvenida to 'La Estrella'," the calmer of the two men said, his voice heavily accented with the unmistakable accent of the Spanish.
"Go screw yourself in hell filthy sea dog," I replied angrily.
"You've got quite the temper don't you Italiano?" the man sighed, "Sí this will definitely anger el capitán."
" Cállate Hernandez," the other man hissed.
"What on earth is going on out here?" a voice asked and I froze, that voice it sounded familiar, but why?
"Ah Capitán Carriedo, hola," the calmer man answered, Carriedo, why did that name sound familiar to me. Then a moment later a memory flashed in my mind, one that I had long since forgotten.

"Lovino this is Antonio Fernandez Carriedo, he'll be your care taker from now on," the lady who was holding my hand said sweetly.
"Hola, little one you must be Lovino Vargas, encantado de conocerte," a tall man replied as he knelt down so he was at my eye level and smiled.
"No, I wanna go home now, where's grandpa," I said sternly.
"He isn't around anymore niño, lo siento," the lady replied and the man's smile faded some.
"What? I want grandpa," I said as tears filled my eyes.
"Lo siento niño, but you have to stay with me now," the man replied as he held out his hand. I looked at the lady next to me and she nodded. "It's okay little one, Señor Carriedo is going to let you stay with him okay," the lady said and I nodded.
"Come on niño, I don't bite," the man replied, his smile back on his face. I took his hand and the lady let go of my other one. "See, now that wasn't so bad was it niño?" the man said.
"No," I replied as I shook my head.
"Gracias Señor Carriedo, this means a lot, the poor little thing just lost his grandfather and we had to separate him from his little brother as well because the other care taker we asked could only take one of them," the lady said.

"No hay problema, I'm just happy to help," the man replied as he picked me up in his arms and stood up.
"It's still awfully kind of you to take him in," the lady said.
"Again no problema, thank you for dropping him off," the man replied.
"Sí Señor Carriedo, now I have to go, adios," the lady said.
"Adios," the man replied and the lady left.

'Huh where did that come from?' I thought, confused. "Hola Hernandez, now explain to me what's going on out here mi amigo," the new voice said and a tall man in the unmistakable costume of a pirate captain stepped in front of me.
"Well capitán, Basurto here, being the idiota that he is, attacked an Italian harbor and got himself injured," the one called "Hernandez" replied.
"Realmente?" the "capitán" asked, clearly amused.
"Si," Hernandez answered and the "capitán" burst out laughing, another familiar thing, another memory.

"Feliz cumpleaños Lovi," a cheerful voice said and I felt warm arms wrap around me.
"Shut up bastardo, don't remind me," I replied angrily.
"Por qué, you're only nineteen, you should be happy," the voice said.
"I said shut up pedophile," I replied.
"So I'm a pedophile now?" the voice asked, amused.
"Sì," I answered.
"Interesting choice of words mi amor, considering you seem to like when I touch you," the voice whispered in my ear and I shuddered as warm breath tickled my neck, damn him and his accursed Spanish accent making my heart flutter. Then a moment later I felt a warm hand touch my chin and my head was turned so my eyes met sparkling green ones. I felt lips press against my own and I let the man who had me trapped kiss me, but after a few minutes I pushed him away, breathing in cool are that soothed my burning lungs. "Aw Lovi your blushing, you're as red as a tomato, you know what that's my new nickname for you, mi pequeño tomate," the brunette who had just kissed me said and smiled.
"Sh...shut up bastardo," I replied as I threw a pillow at the man, who just dodged it and laughed.

"It's not funny Capitán," the one called "Basurto" said.
"Sure it is Basurto, you have the worst luck mi amigo," the "capitán" replied as he tried to calm his laughter.
"Capitán, it's not funny trust me," Hernandez said, "The idiota went and got himself injured and then captured the one who injured him."
"Que? You know I hate it when there are people on my ship that don't belong here, unless it's out of necessity and this clearly is not," the "capitán" replied, all amusement gone from his voice, now it held anger.
"Lo siento Capitán," Basurto said.
"You better be, you are to swab the deck for the next month," the "capitán" replied.
"B…but capitán," Basurto said.
"Silencio, I don't want to hear it, now get out of my sight before I change my mind and kill you instead," the "capitán" replied.
"Sí Capitán Carriedo," Basurto said and walked off.
"I warned him, ese idiota, he never listens," Hernandez replied and the "capitán" sighed.
"I hate having captives and I have my reasons, there's only one other person I want on my ship, but he probably doesn't remember me," the "capitán" said sadly. At that yet another memory flashed through my mind, one I had tried to forget a long time ago.

"Wait Lovi, mi pequeño tomate, don't leave, volver, te amo," a voice cried out as I started to walk away, "Vuelve mi amor, vuelve." Those words, that sad broken voice, it hurt to hear them, they made my heart ache with a deep sadness, but I had to go, my brother was waiting for me. 'Mi dispiace amore mio, perdonami,' I thought as I continued walking. I heard the unmistakable sound of knees hitting the ground, followed by sobbing and the broken words of, "Volver, lo siento mi amor, te amo, vuelve," but I continued walking, refusing to look back at the sobbing Spaniard on the ground.

'Che diavolo? Why are all those memories coming back now?' I thought and sighed, 'Why now and why him? Could it be? Is the captain-? No it can't be, or could it be?' "Antonio?" I asked aloud and the "capitán" froze. "Antonio?" I asked again.
"L…Lovino?" I heard him gasp as he turned to face me and my eyes met deep emerald green as the "capitán" looked at me, stunned.

Author's note:

ok so this is a story I'm working on with a friend dealing with the pairing Spain x Romano, or Spamano as it is called. Now mind you this is one of my first Hetalia stories so if it sucks I'm sorry. With that said I would love for you to review this and critique, critique is good it helps write better chapters in the future.

Translations:

Italian:
fratello- brother

idiota- idiot

Che- what

Sì- yes

Padre Ezio- Father Ezio

Grazie- thank you

Ciao- hello

Merda- Shit

Fratellino- little brother

per favore- please

giorno peggiore mai- worst day ever

idoti- idiots

come fastidioso- how annoying

Patetico- pathetic

bastardo- bastard

Mi dispiace amore mio, perdonami- I'm sorry my love, forgive me

Che diavolo- what the hell

Spanish:
Callate idiota- shut up idiot

Italiano- Italian

bienvenida- welcome

La Estrella- The Star

el capitán- the captain

hola- hello

encantado de conocerte- nice to meet you

niño- child

lo siento- I'm sorry

Gracias- thank you

señor- mister

sí- yes

no hay problema- it's no problem

Adios- good bye

Realmente- really

feliz cumpleaños- happy birthday

Por qué- why

mi amor- my love

pequeño tomate- little tomato

volver- come back

te amo- I love you

vuelve mi amor, vuelve- come back my love, come back

These are the translations, I apologize if some are off because I used translators and you know how that goes, if you see a mistake let me know and I will gladly fix it

Also if there's any ideas you might have don't be afraid to share them with us because we'll be glad to look at them and see if we can fit them in some how other wise I hope you enjoyed the story until next time

~Nikokitty

P.S. There is a reference in here to another thing, but it has nothing to do with Hetalia. That aside the first person to find it gets Spain's Churros good luck

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