Well here's chapter two! I hope you guys like it. Things will start to pick up in the next few chapters.

That night Antonio sat against a headboard in a small bed that was placed in his quarters on the large ship. He was glad to have the feeling of a slow rocking below him. For most people the feeling would make them feel seasick and miserable. But Antonio had been on the sea so much for so long he had become quiet accustomed to it. A small candle lit the room making light and shadows flicker and dance. The small candle sat on a beside table next to Antonio as he wrote in a small journal. He recorded how he had docked and wandered the small quaint town before finding the two, strange Italian boys working at what appeared to be, a family business. Both we're quite adorable but Lovino, as his brother called him, had caught his eye more, with his beautiful appearance and sharp tongue.

Antonio figured the boy would make a good pirate with that tongue. The expression 'swear like a sailor' happened to play in perfectly… Lovino looked quite small and weak though and that was a disadvantage… He wrote down the characteristics of the boy in case he never saw him again. Which he really hoped would not happen for he really wanted to see the angry Italian again. He recorded everything he remembered about him, and placed the small, worn out charcoal to his lips. He had wrapped it in thin paper so the black wouldn't smear all over his hands. It was a lot easier to use than a quill and ink. He had them, they were just messy and hard to use.

He closed the old, worn out, brown journal and put it on the bedside table along with the charcoal and checked his hands to see if he had smeared it on his palms. They looked alright so he picked up the candle by the stand and blew on it gently, causing the flame to flicker and die out instantly. He placed it back down and laid down in the bed.

He fell asleep listening to the quiet rock of the ship and watching the wick of the candle glitter and sparkle like coal. There was hardly any sound other then the creaking of wood and his own, quiet breath.

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He awoke the next morning and got up quickly, already getting ready for the day. He put his hair back in its usual ponytail with a blue ribbon this time and got dressed. He threw on his knapsack when completely ready and grabbed an orange that had been left on the boat as he ran back up to the deck and jumped off the side of the boat easily. He began pealing the large, orange fruit with his fingers and putting the bitter peels in his bag, figuring that he could boil them with some cinnamon later and that it would fill the room with a delicious aura.

Today was probably going to be the same as yesterday. Trade, wander around, and talked to random strangers that were most likely doing the same. He pondered what he could do other than just that and popped one of the slices into his mouth, letting the tangy juice fill in his mouth as he swallowed.

It seemed to be around early afternoon and the market wasn't too busy because of this. He shrugged and turned to walk down the dock, hoping to hit the beach if he walked far enough. He kept eating the orange for a while humming slightly with a small bounce in each step. It was nice today. The air was cool but not freezing and the colors of the town were beautiful and if he looked to his left the sea stretched onward, endless. They said that if you sailed long enough you could drop right off the edge. Antonio wondered if this myth was true…Maybe he'd test it someday... But it didn't seem like a very wise idea. What if it was true?

After around a half an hour of walking he hit the beach and the sun seemed to have resin slightly, making the spike in heat a little stronger. He walked onto the sand and by now had finished the orange, his fingers sticky and the sour taste still lingering on his lips and tongue.

He clicked his tongue at the sight of the beach. It had lots of trees and cliffs off to the distance. It was quite beautiful when you combined all of your senses. The faint smell of salt and plants, the sound of rushing water and birds chirping, the feel of the sand on your fingers and caressing the edges of the shells you found and brought home, the taste of fruits that you found in the distant tree's. And last of all, the blue and white colors that were mixed with green and the small, colorful fish that were sometimes spotted in the depths of the ocean. All of it was familiar and calming to him.

The tide came up onto the beach and fell back again, almost as if it was trying to grab something but never being able to reach it… Antonio pulled off his leather boots and socks, putting them next to the dock and then wriggling the warm, heated sand into his toes. He began to walk the shore, every now and then picking up a seashell and examining it closely before setting them back down carefully. A small child would have great fun in collecting those later. Antonio had no use for them.

He gasped slightly as he spotted a small crab crawling out of the shell and he set his hand down in front of it, causing the frantic crap to crawl up and over his slightly tan fingers. He lifted his hand up gently and sat down on the sand, watching carefully as the red crab ran around his palm in confusion. He set it down carefully after a few more moments and chuckled as he watched it run back into the blue water when he heard a familiar and angry voice.

"You again?" He turned his head to see Lovino staring down at him. Antonio smiled at seeing the Italian again.

"Hola" Antonio replied, folding his legs.

"What are you doing here?"

"What do you mean?"

"The beach, idiot." Lovino, snapped, folding his arms. He had a tan, collared shirt on and brown pants. He was wearing boots as well and his eyes flashed green.

"Oh. Just enjoying the sights and sounds." Antonio replied kindly. "Thanks for the tomato yesterday." He added, trying to not let their conversation die.

"You're welcome." Lovino replied curtly, not looking the Spaniard in the eye.

"And what are you doing here, amigo?" Antonio questioned in a cheerful, friendly tone.

"First. I'm not your 'amigo'" Lovino made air quotes with his fingers when he said amigo. "Second. I came to think." He finished, brown hair blowing in the small breeze. His eyes seemed to soften and then darken. "You're not helping." He snapped.

"Lo siento" Antonio replied with a small chuckle.

"Don't apologize and then laugh, you bastard!" He shouted loudly. Antonio looked taken back and then shrugged, smiling again.

"You've got quite the temper, don't you?"

"Fuck off."

Antonio raised an eyebrow and held up his hands. Lovino rolled his eyes again.

"May I ask what you're thinking about?"

"No." Spat Lovino curtly. Antonio shrugged and continued to smile.

"Alright." Antonio decided it would be best not to pester on the subject. "My name is Antonio." He introduced himself standing up and holding out a hand. Lovino eyed it warily and shook Antonio's hand briefly, pulling his hand back quickly.

"Lovino. Lovino Vargas" He replied in a sort of rushed way. Antonio blinked and nodded.

"I actually have come to know your name." Antonio stated. Lovino raised an eyebrow and looked curious. It was quite adorable to be honest.

"Oh?"

"Your brother called you by your name the other day when I bought a tomato." He informed him. Lovino's expression softened and he smirked.

"Oh. So you're that bastard." He stated with a small chuckle that made Antonio's heart jump.

"The one and only." Antonio replied, bowing sarcastically and then straightening himself. "The tomato was delicious by the way." He complimented with a wink. Lovino blushed lightly and nodded.

"You're welcome." He hissed through clenched teeth.

Antonio smiled at the sight. Lovino could be adorable when he was angry. Of course less so when he was cursing and yelling but adorable none the less.
Everything about him Antonio loved and he didn't understand it. He had never been attracted to someone as much as he felt for Lovino and he had only known him for a few short moments...The adorable and sharp personality and how his chestnut hair framed his face. Yet again Antonio was caught staring.

"What? Quit staring at me. God, It's creepy." Lovino growled and looked away, folding his arms.

"I apologize." Antonio said, furrowing his eyebrows. "You're quite cute, you know." Antonio said with a small smile, tipping his head and placing a hand to his chin. Lovino didn't look back at him.

"You can't just tell a stranger that!"Lovino snapped, turning back to look at him.

"Qué? I tell the truth." Antonio said with a small smirk. "Unless lying is absolutely necessary. Sometimes it is." What he said was quite redundant. But it was true though. When you were a pirate sometimes lying was needed to keep what was yours.

Lovino didn't reply, just stared at Antonio for a moment before averting his hazel eyes and shrugging.

"Well I'd love to stay and chat." Lovino said sarcastically. "But I've got to go. I only have so long of a break from the shop."

"I understand." Antonio replied with a curt nod. "Adiós!" He chimed, waving his hand

"Bye." Lovino replied quickly, unfolding his arms and turning around.

Antonio watched him leave with a small smile still playing on his lips.

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Lovino's head was swimming with thoughts. Good thoughts. Wait no. Bad thoughts. He wasn't exactly sure. Ever since he had talked to Antonio this morning he couldn't get him out of his head. He wasn't sure if he hated him or thought he was actually a decent person... He looked like he had had an adventurous life and judging by how he looked he wasn't from around here. Of course he wasn't. Lovino had never seen him until just now. He jumped suddenly when a high pitched voice pierced his thoughts.

"Lovino!"

"WHAT?!"

Feliciano jumped at his brother's tone of voice and his eyes quickly became tear filled. Lovino groaned.

"Did I do something wrong again?" Feliciano squeaked, looking down.

"No, No. What? I'm sorry, okay? What do you need to talk about?" Lovino quickly apologized, turning to his brother.

"I-I was wondering if when we got home you would pick tomato's with me and we could make pasta sauce with them and have pasta for dinner." He said quickly, averting his amber eyes from his brother's.

"Feli, do you ever eat anything else?" Lovino asked in kind of a harsh tone but his eyes revealed that he was teasing and a small smile pulled at his lips.
Feliciano smiled widely.

"Well, I do, but pasta's the best and I think you should have pasta at least once a week and maybe even more if you'd like. Which I do..." He talked quickly in a thick accent and placed a finger to his chin. "So can we?" He asked excitedly. Lovino chuckled.

"Sure, whatever." He replied as Feliciano gave a happy ecstatic squeak and bounced slightly, clapping his hands. Lovino blinked at him and placed a hand on Feliciano's head."If you calm down that is." Feliciano's amber orbs seemed to get slightly smaller and then he smiled nervously.

"Sorry, fratello." he apologized, giggling softly.

"Should be. You're scaring off the customers." A quick glance around showed that people were staring and a few were laughing softly. Feliciano's personality and cheeriness always shined on the people around him and seemed to be contagious. But not always. Personally, Lovino thought it was annoying.

They had a small tomato stall but also had a bigger restaurant business owned by their grandfather that the two brother's occasionally worked at. Lovino leaned forward and grabbed a tomato from the large, wooden bin below him and bit into it. Tomato's were his favorite food and he preferred just to eat a tomato instead of putting them in pizza or pasta. Of course, he still loved them either way but he believed they tasted best in their original form. He wondered what Antonio thought of tomato's... He obviously liked them... He wouldn't have bought one and told Lovino it was delicious if he didn't like them... Lovino shook his head and pushed the thought out of his head. He wanted nothing to do with Antonio.