A/N: Ask and you shall receive. Also I really wanted to write this anyways. And so my one- shot became a series of Pirate! Hetalia ficlets...
The Other Side of the Coin
Pirate Spain and Chibi!Romano
Spain was grinning quite uncontrollably. More gold. Lots of more gold. His boss would be so happy! He might be able to go home for a few weeks and relax for a bit! It would be so nice! He could imagine it now, taking off his coat and trinkets and just wearing simple shirts that weren't weighed down by weapons and jewelry. He might be able to tend to his tomatoes...
He was practically humming on his way down the pier. His ship was docked, wagons of gold were being delivered to his boss's palace, the sun was warm on his face as the smell of brine and salt was fading into warm tortillas and enchiladas. The sun baked his face in the nicest way. Today was going to so calm and relaxing. He could read in a beam of sunlight like a cat...
Nope.
A pink ball of fury came out of nowhere and violently buried itself in poor Captain Antonio's gut, causing the pirate to fall ungracefully on his butt.
The pink ball of fury started yelling at him in Italian.
"STUPID BASTARD YOU LEFT ME BY MYSELF FOR ALMOST A WHOLE YEAR. YOU THINK YOU'RE SUCH A HOTSHOT PIRATE THAT YOU CAN LEAVE WHENEVER YOU WANT, EH? WELL I WANT NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU, YOU DAMN SPANISH TOMATO BASTARD!"
Antonio caught his breath, but remained down on his butt until little Romano had finished his squawking tantrum. After an eternity, or whatever equates to an eternity for a man sitting on his ass in the middle of a cobblestoned sidewalk with a furious Italian lecturing him is, Romano finally crossed his arms and puffed out his cheeks, glaring at Spain.
The responsible, big- brother thing to do would be to stand up and drag Romano back to the house and sternly punish him for humiliating him like that in public. He had done it before, once he had shut Romano up in a closet for an hour after making a scene in front of his crew. He had an image to uphold, remember, and he did regret it afterwards. But... the crew wasn't here, and Romano seemed to only be upset because he had missed Boss... Not to mention that he looked so cute, glaring at him like a tomato- faced chipmunk.
"There are tomatoes for you on the ship, Romano."
Romano blinked. "What was that, Señor Amontillado?" He asked Antonio bitingly. "Don't insult my Sherry, Romano! I said that there is a basket of tomatoes for you on the ship. A big crate with your name on it, in fact." Romano looked at Spain with big eyes for two full seconds before latching onto his leg and mumbling thanks. Spain chuckled and picked himself up. "Go on, Romano. Arturo will show you the tomatoes."
Romano scampered off in search of red fruits while Spain watched him go, hand on his brow to shield his eyes from the bright sun. "That little one will kill me someday," he said with a grin.
A/N: Yes, I know it's short, but I'm thinking of possibly writing a Pirate Prussia and Germany, then a Pirate France and Canada. I don't know. Thanks for the kind reviews!