Chapter 4
~Antonio's POV~
I avoided Lovino like the plague unable to look at him or meet his eyes without feeling like my heart was being torn in two, on one hand I wanted him out of my sight, never to haunt me again, but on the other hand I wanted to hold him, never to let go again. The only time I could bare to look at him was when he was asleep. I watched his peaceful face every night, always wanting to run my hand through his silky brunette hair and kiss him, but I never could because the pain of his leaving still lay heavy on my heart and mind. I watched his even breathing, his chest rising and falling, and the small smile graced my features as I remembered when I had done this once before.
"Señor, señor it seems your boy has once again fallen asleep on the roof," the elderly woman from next door said as she pointed to the sleeping Lovino and laughed.
"Oh gracias señora," I replied and glared at the sleeping boy. "Idiota," I muttered and climbed up to join him. I smiled down at him as I stood next to him and shook my head. "You're so silly mi pequeño tomate," I stated as I knelt down and kissed his forehead gently. Then Lovino rolled onto his side, pushed me away muttering something in Italian, and I laughed. "Time to wake up mi ángel," I said and gently shook him awake.
"Leave me alone bastardo," he growled and I laughed again.
"But it's time for dinner Lovi," I responded in the most childish voice I could manage, knowing it would annoy him.
"You're a fucking asshole, you know that?" he growled as he turned and glared at me.
"But you love me anyway," I replied with a grin and he threw a punch at me which I easily avoided.
"I'm going to kill you one of these days," he said angrily.
"And until then come eat before the food gets cold," I replied and picked him up. I then carried him into the house kicking, screaming, and cursing while the neighbors watched in fear and alarm as I laughed.
"You were quite the handful back then mi pequeño tomate, but you still found a way into my heart, yet you left me, however you will always be my everything even now, but-," I said, but I couldn't finish due to the tears filling my eyes and the choking sadness they brought with them. "Dormir bien mi ángel," I replied sadly as I kissed Lovino on the forehead and left the room, closing the door softly behind me.
The next morning I stood at the bow of my ship, my mind wandering as I watched the horizon. It wasn't long before I spotted something, my hair stood on end as I spotted a pirate ship flying the colors of my most hated enemy, the Englishman Arthur Kirkland. "Damn it!" I shouted angrily and instantly ran to the wheel of my ship as I called all of my crew to the deck. Within seconds they emerged from the shadows, face full of unbound rage and annoyance, which I ignored. "Prepare for battle! The British pig has returned and this time we shall send him to infierno!" I shouted and my entire crew cheered. Within minutes they were armed to the teeth and I quickly ran to my cabin. I busted the door open and Lovino growled, "Can you not break my door for once." I ignored his comment and grabbed his hand. "Por favor Lovino hurry, we must get you to somewhere safe," I replied as I pulled him out of bed and down to the food cellar of the ship.
"What is going on here Antonio, why are you so anxious?" Lovino asked angrily.
"Arthur is coming, you must be safe," I answered, my voice desperate, as I hid him.
"Wait! Who in hell is Arthur?" Lovino asked, confusion and anger plain in his voice.
"Captain Arthur Kirkland, one of the most vicious blood thirsty pirates to sail the seven seas and my most hated enemy," I answered, "Now you are to stay down here until I come to get you."
"No way in hell!" Lovino growled and I glared at him causing him to falter.
"You will stay here by your own free will or so help me I will tie you up and force you to stay here!" I shouted and Lovino backed up, fear in his eyes. "Lo siento Lovino," I stated and left the cellar, locking it behind me.
As I stepped onto the deck of my ship I watched as Arthur's ship drew closer and turned to my men. "Capitán your men await your orders, lead us to victory," Hernandez said as he handed me my ax and a sinister smile spread across my features.
"Hombres! Feel no fear! We shall send those English dogs to hell!" I shouted and they all cheered, awaiting the Englishmen to board the ship. As soon as those British bastards were close enough they swarmed the ship like cockroaches, my men opened fire knocking the first wave down without much trouble. I cut down any British pigs that stepped in my way, my mind only set on one man, Arthur Kirkland. I saw him standing over the bodies of many of my crew members, his hair and clothes dripping with their blood and his emerald green eyes seemed to glow with an insane madness. "Ah Carriedo ready to fall to the British Empire?" he asked, a Cheshire grin decorating his features.
"In your dreams you British bastard," I growled. He growled at my insult and tried to bring his cutlass down on my face, only to have it blocked by my ax. We swung our weapons at each other, causing them to meet with such force that a shower of sparks danced around us, every swing stronger and faster than the last, all of my hatred and fury aimed at the man in front of me. My eyes saw everything in a haze of red, there was nothing else around us, only him and I and the clash of sword and ax, the two of us trapped in our own personal hell. As my swings increased in fury Arthur stumbled and lost his cutlass to the sea. "Now you die British scum!" I shouted and went for the killing blow.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you Spanish swine, that is if you value the life or your Italian whore," Arthur said with a grin. I almost dropped my ax as I turned only to find my precious Lovino in the hands of a young blond man that looked much like Arthur, only with darker messier hair and deep blue eyes, he held the grin of a madman. Lovino stood silent as the young man held a flintlock to his temple, his eyes full of fear. "I found him in the cellar so I was thinking he must mean a lot to you if you were trying so hard to hide him, now drop the ax or I'll blow a hole in his skull," he replied with a grin.
"Don't you dare tomato bastard he'll only-!" Lovino growled, but was silenced with a whack from the boy.
"Now drop the ax Spanish dog," the man growled. A low growl escaped my lips as I lowered my ax and dropped it to lie at my feet. "What a good Spanish dog," the man laughed as Arthur stood next to him.
"Good job Alfred," Arthur said with a smile. Alfred smiled at the praise as Arthur pulled a flintlock from inside his coat and pointed at me. "You should have killed me when you had the chance Carriedo, now you will fall to Davvy Jones' Locker where you bloody belong" Arthur said as he cocked his gun and took aim.
"Antonio!" Lovino called out as he desperately tried to escape, but Alfred was far too strong for him. "Antonio!" came my precious angel's desperate cry as I heard a loud bang and pain ripped through my chest. The last thing I heard was Arthur's cackling laughter and Lovino's screams and curses before I hit the deck and everything went black.
Some time later I awoke to my crew mates shouting for me over and over. "I groaned and opened my eyes. I flexed and took a deep breath before grunting in pain as I clutched my burning chest. "Dios this hurts," I grunted and looked around, "Where is Lovino?" My crew mates fell silent as they looked at me with emotion filled eyes, some were full of sadness and despair while others were full of anger. I felt my anger rise as I sat up and glared at my crew, how could they let those British bastards take my precious angel. "No Capitán, you must not move or you will reopen the wound," Hernandez said as he gently pushed me back down.
"Get me our messenger birds, I must contact Gilbert and Francis," I demanded. Hernandez gave me a knowing look and I could see the anger and determination in his eyes. He then turned to my crew and shouted, "You heard him, move it you useless idiotas, move move move!" At that the men fled my quarters, fearing not only my anger but Hernandez's as well, they knew well what my first mate was capable of. "Hold on mi ángel, I'm coming," I stated, determination filling me with a new vigor.
Author's Notes:
HOLY HELL I HAVEN'T UPDATED THIS IN OVER A YEAR. Good gods I got so busy with stuff this past year that I completely forgot about this story like wtf is wrong with me seriously I need to start posting more on both this and my other stories *facedesk* I'm such an idiot
I can however guarantee that I will be doing much better at updating this story HOWEVER some changes have occurred, due to my previous partner who was working on this story with me now having a job and us speaking rarely I have lost her as a partner BUT I do have another girl who has come to my aid in this predicament and will be taking over for my previous partner.
Translations:
Italian:
bastardo- bastard
Spanish:
señor- mister
señora- miss
gracias- thank you
idiota- itdiot
mi pequeño tomate- my little tomato
dormir bien mi ángel- sleep well my angel
infierno- hell
por favor- please
lo siento- I'm sorry
dios- god
hombres- men
idiotas- idiots
mi ángel- my angel
That is all again I apologize greatly for taking such a long time to FINALLY update this forgive me
Until the next chapter sayonara
~Nikokitty