Lovino's POV

"Father, I am NOT going to spend the rest of my goddamn misreable, fucking excuse of a life stuck here on this stupid island!" Lovino all but exploded in his rage. How was it that his completely dependent baby brother was allowed to travel throughout Europe, but HE wasn't? Stupid old man making all these stupid fucking rules.

"Lovino, we've been through this. If you don't want to stay in Sicily, there is always Naples, Venice or Rome." Romulus said, keeping a hand over his eyes to protect them from the rising sun. He was quite hungover from the party he'd thrown in honor of his sons turning seventeen. It was a grand celebration to celebrate his heirs' coming of age.

"Fuck no! I want to see the world before I'm forever confined to this hell!" Lovino shouted, adding to Romulus' already splitting headache. Romulus had had just about enough of his elder son's incessant rantings. Lovino had been demanding to travel for years, but he didn't understand just how dangerous it was for him.

"Dammit! I said ENOUGH LOVINO!" Romulus erupted in a final, successful attempt to silence his eldest son. Lovino was a few paces back from where he'd been previously standing. He'd pissed his father off many times before, but NEVER like this. Just the look on Romulus' red(from anger) face, was enough to scare even the most fearsome of pirates to their grave.

".. Father, I wish to travel to the other countries of Europe, and see what their cultures can do to improve our own. Why do you deny the chance for Italy to expand?" Lovino asked, trying the political approach to his father's approval. He figured it was probably his last chance at his escape from this imprisonment that he was living in.

"Lovino Remus Vargas.." Romulus sighed deeply, "I can't allow you to travel. You don't know the dangers that are outside of these borders, or even of the ones that manage to slip through them.." Romulus said, hoping to make his son understand that he just wasn't ready. Unfortunately for the hungover king, his son wouldn't hear of it.

".. You're a fucking hypocrite." Lovino laughed bitterly, "You were sailing as a captain of the armada by the age of twelve, but YOU'RE telling ME that I'M too young?! FUCK YOU YOU STUPID FUCKING BASTARD!" Lovino screamed before running out of the palace.
'The bastard won't let me leave? Well that's just fine with me.' Lovino thought, running through the side streets so the guards wouldn't catch him easily.(cause this wasn't his first time running away from home.)'I'll just leave on my own.' Lovino's vision was clouded with unshed tears. He hadn't cried in ten years, not since his mother disappeared. He didn't bother to brush them away, he didn't need to. Growing up, he'd learned to run to the tomato fields blind folded in the middle of the night. Blurry vision only made it a little easier.

Antonio's POV

Taking in the rich scent of the one thing he loved more than gold, Antonio remembered why he loved Italy so much. Although he was a little disappointed at the crop of the fields(because he was completely unaware of the five-month drought) Taking a bite, he heard someone approach him.
'If its just someone here for a tomato, then he's welcome.' Antonio decided. His favorite fruit always brought out the good nature in him. It wasn't until he heard a dry sobbing, that he stopped pilfering the tomatoes, and went to investigate. He followed the sound, until he found a boy with wavy brown hair in upper-class looking clothes. The boy wasn't exactly crying, but it was obvious that he was upset about something.

"Qué es malo?(What's wrong?)" He asked. he didn't particularly care, but he believed that bitter tears would spoil the tomatoes.

The boy jumped at the sound of his voice. He looked up fearful for a moment, then his eyes turned cold.

"Nessuno dei vostri affari maledetto bastardo!(None of your damn business bastard!)" He snaps in Italian, standing up from the stone steps.

"Ok! Ok! No hay necesidad de gritar, yo sólo preguntaba por qué alguien traería tanta mala feelins a un campo de tomate.(Ok! Ok! No need to shout, I was only wondering why someone would bring so much bad feelings to a tomato field.)" Antonio puts his hands up in mock defeat(because he figured that if this got ugly, he would easily win.) Looking at the boy, he sees that he's wearing upper class clothing, Antonio assumed probably the son of a merchant.
"So what brings you to the tomato fields?" He asked, again, trying to bring happiness to his favorite place.

"Not that its any of your business, but I came here to hide." He said looking over his shoulder. "Che cosa dici di te? perché sei qui?(What about you? Why are you here?" He asked, trying to switch the topic. Antonio knew the ploy well, and had used it frequently on other pirates to trick them out of their treasure. But seeing as this boy didn't realize he was talking to a pirate, Antonio let it slide.

"I'm here to pick up my stock of tomatoes." He said happily, and with that reminder, he returned to packing them into crates.

"Why bother, there isn't enough for a stock." The boy said glumly, and Antonio stopped to stare at him.

"¿Qué quieres decir?(What do you mean?)"

"There's been a damn drought. Its been going on for about four months now." The boy said. Antonio froze. Either this boy had figured out he wasn't a merchant, and was lying, or he was telling him the truth. in which case, Antonio couldn't take his fustration out on him. Before he could ask him however, he heard gunshots from the direction of the tavern wherhis ruthlessly drunken crew was.

"Mierda!(Shit!) They must've gotten too drunk!" Antonio exclaims as the boy jumps at the sound of the shots.
"Tengo que irme, y asegúrese de que mis hombres no causan ningún problema. se puede poner mis acciones en mi barco para mí, por favor?(I need to leave, and make sure that my men don't cause any trouble. can you put my stock on my ship for me please?)" He asks. The boy understands enough spanish to agree.

"Whats the name?" He asks, picking up the crate without much difficulty.

"El Muetre de Angeles.(The Death of Angels.)" Antonio said before taking off.

SOOOOO SORRY! I did NOT mean to slack off on writing. But I FINALLY FINISHED CORRECTING ALL MY SPELLING ERRORS! (in english anyway;-p)