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Rescued

Chapter Four: Sick Day

Lovino sighs and leans on the railing of the ship, looking down at the water below them. In the past few hours he's made breakfast with Feliciano but not Matthew today because he's sick, cleaned up said breakfast, and swept the whole deck. They are his usual chores but for some reason he is exhausted. "So…tired…" He mumbles and feels his eyes closing when an arm comes out of nowhere and wraps around his shoulders. "Ahah! Here you are, Lovi~!" Antonio exclaims and Lovino tenses up, throwing a punch at the man behind him and missing horribly. "…I'm over here, Lovi…" The Spaniard says, staring at him confused. Lovino's face heats up and he glares at the man. "I-! I know that, idiot!" The taller man leans down and presses a hand to Lovino's forehead, which he promptly slaps away. "D-Don't just go around touching people!"

Antonio looks down at him worried. "Hmm…Matthew is sick, you know…perhaps you've caught whatever it is, since you two are always together…" Lovino pouts at him. "I'm not sick. Go away." Antonio lets out an agitated sigh before scooping the boy up and throwing him over his shoulder, carrying him off to their room. "CH-CHHHIIIIIGIIII! GET OFF!" Lovino whines, struggling until he realizes just how high up he is on the man's shoulder.

Antonio lets out a small sound of surprise when Lovino suddenly begins clinging to him. "D-d-don't let me fall!" Lovino says weakly and Antonio laughs a little. "You're so cute when you're scared, Lovi~!" The boy goes to yell at him until he's unceremoniously dropped on their bed. "Ow! What the hell?" Lovino hisses, rubbing his back a little. "Not cool…" He mumbles, staring at the bed as Antonio sits on the other side of it and turns his head, bringing Lovino's forehead up to the pirate's chin. "WH-WHA-?" "Your forehead is warm. You should sleep." Antonio says, getting up and heading to the door. "I'll sleep with someone else for the night. Be sure to rest."

Lovino looks at him annoyed. "You're gonna leave me all alone? That's mean." Antonio blushes a little and looks away. "You usually beg me to leave. You're only doing this because you want to get me sick." Lovino sniffles a little and crawls under the covers. "Y-you're not nice…" Antonio looks at the boy flustered. "Wh-? You sound like a pouty child!" Lovino glares at him from under the covers. "I am not a pouty child!" The captain groans and leaves the room.

He heads upstairs and meets up with Feliciano. "Oh, Antonio, where is fratello?" Antonio smiles at him. "I put him to bed because he's sick." Feliciano looks at him confused. "In bed alone…? He didn't try to keep you in there with him…?" Antonio sighs. "Well, he did…but I refused." Feliciano gasps. "VEEE? I thought you liked fratello!" Antonio looks at him confused. "I have stuff to do and can't afford to get sick…" "Oh yeah…poor fratello. Ever since he was little he's gotten very clingy and sweet when he's sick. OH! Can I go to fratello~? I love spending time with him when he's sick~!" Feliciano coos and Antonio sighs. "He and Matthew are already sick…I'd prefer no one else to…" The Italian frowns. "Ve…I understand…"

Lovino:

Lovino lays in the bed for a few minutes before whining and getting up, walking over to Matthew's room. He opens the door and sees Matthew sitting up in bed tiredly. "Lovino…? What's up?" Matthew asks weakly and Lovino pouts. "I'm sick and so Antonio won't sleep with me…" The blonde looks at him confused. "I thought you hated him sleeping with you…" "I do usually but I'm siiick~!" Lovino whines as he crawls into bed with Matthew, who makes room for him and covers him up.

"You're one of those people who gets clingy when they are sick, huh?" Matthew asks and Lovino nods. "What about you…?" The Italian asks and Matthew yawns, laying down next to him. "I'm just really tired when I'm sick…" He opens his arms to Lovino. "I'll hug you if you want." Lovino pouts and thinks for a minute before yawning and moving into the older boy's arms, both falling asleep.

Once they are in a deep sleep Gilbert and Antonio come in to check on them, Gilbert glaring at Antonio. "Great, Matthew is holding Lovino. He should be in my awesome arms and not holding the damned Italian!" Gilbert whines and Antonio sighs. "I'm not getting sick so you can cuddle with Matthew. Not to mention you can't cuddle with him when he's sick. You can't get sick as well. Just so you can cuddle with the boy you like." The Spaniard says and Gilbert sighs. "It isn't only about an excuse to cuddle. It's the need to make someone I love feel better."

Antonio looks at the two boys for a minute before sighing and turning away. "They can take care of each other. Come on." Gilbert glares at Antonio and follows him out. "You know…love is the one subject that your actions toward pisses me off." Antonio rolls his eyes. "They didn't before Matthew came." Gilbert blushes. "I never felt this way for anyone before Matthew came…And you can't tell me that you didn't want to stay with Lovino when he asked you to!" Antonio looks over at him annoyed. "I didn't want to. He's sick and would probably puke on me. And since I'm not in love with him like you are Matthew, nothing is there to make me overlook that." Gilbert sighs. "Your aversion to sick people is as annoying and unawesome as your aversion to romance." Antonio rolls his eyes and heads up to the top deck. "Both are hindrances in my plans." "You can be so cold sometimes…" Gilbert mumbles before Feliciano runs up.

"Is fratello ok? And Mattie?" Feliciano asks and Antonio smiles at him, patting him on the head. "Yes, they are ok. They will be sleeping together tonight. Gil, you'll be staying with me." Antonio says and Gilbert twitches. "Like hell the awesome me will be sharing a bed with you!" "You have no choice." The Spaniard says and Gilbert glares at him. "I'll sleep on the deck then, since Lovino will need a place to sleep with you kicking him out of your bed." Antonio frowns. "I offered him the bed. He went to Matthew's."

They continue arguing and Feliciano looks at them confused. "What's going on veee?" Francis comes up and wraps an arm around the Italian's shoulders. "Mon Ami, Antonio has an irrational fear of sickness. When a person is sick or in love with him are the only times Antonio is actually cold and distant from one of his workers or friends~!" Feliciano frowns. "Oh…poor fratello…" Francis nods. "Poor fratello indeed. Buuut….if he's lonely…I would be more than happy to cuddle with him~!" The tall blonde coos, heading downstairs. "Give him a kiss for me~!" Feliciano says happily and Francis smirks. "Ohonhonhon, I will~!"

As Francis disappears into the second deck, Gilbert and Antonio suddenly stop fighting. "Wait…did Francis just go downstairs…?" Gilbert asks and Antonio pales. "OH GOD LOVINOO!" "MATTIIEE!" Both men run downstairs after him. "Vee…those three are so weird…"

Lovino and Matthew:

Francis comes into the room and sees Lovino and Matthew sitting there. "Hello boys~! I've come to help you feel better~!"Lovino and Matthew look at him tiredly for a moment. "No." Both say sternly and Francis frowns. "Aw, come on~! Let's all cuddle on the-!" Francis gets cut off by Antonio and Gilbert's boots kicking the back of his head. "GET. OUT. NOW." They say firmly and Francis sighs. "Fine, fine…" Francis pouts and leaves the room.

"What do you two want…?" Lovino asks and Antonio smiles. "We just wanted to make sure you're ok. Go back to sleep." The teen yawns before resting his head on Matthew's shoulder, making Gilbert silently fume. "I came in here to see Mattie." He goes towards the boy, only to have Antonio grab the back of his shirt. "And you've seen him, let's go." Gilbert lets out an annoyed groans as he's dragged out of the room. "What was that about?" Matthew mumbles and Lovino shrugs, curling up under the covers. "I don't know…but Antonio has a fear of sick people." "Ohhhh, so that's why he's not all over you…" The blond mumbles and Lovino sighs. "He's an ass…"

Matthew smirks. "But you like his ass." Lovino blushes and glares at Matthew. "Shut up. I do not." Matthew snickers. "Uhuh, that's why you're always staring there." "I'M STARING AT THE GROUND, DAMNIT!" Lovino argues and Matthew rolls his eyes. "You're staring about two feet above the ground." "THAT'S JUST STUPID! HIS ASS ISN'T TWO FEET ABOVE THE GROUND!" The Italian yells and Matthew snickers. "You would know, wouldn't you?" Lovino lets out a small squeak and buries his face under the covers. "Nooo~! I wouldn't! Stop teasing me!" He whines and Matthew looks at him in amusement. "You give up much easier when you're sick. Shame Antonio can't enjoy that." Lovino blushes and kicks him in the shin under the covers. "You're delusional from being sick off your ass!" "Jeeezzz what is with you and asses today?"

On deck:

Gilbert fumes and follows Antonio, yelling at him. "Veee….why can't they get along~?" Feliciano mumbles and Ludwig sighs, placing a hand on his shoulder. "They always get at each other's throats when they disagree. So…I guess they are disagreeing." The Italian frowns and looks down at the ground. "I wanna go see fratello…" "Don't worry; Matthew is taking care of him. We'll be on land in a few days. At that point, we will get more men and Antonio won't be as paranoid about having people out of commission with illness." Ludwig says comfortingly and Feliciano sighs, wrapping his arms around the German. "It's not fair~!"

The blonde blushes and stares down at him. "This is one of the very few things the captain is unreasonable about, so we let it slide." "But…" Feliciano trails off and sighs sadly. "I suppose I should make dinner…maybe Francis will help me…" Francis comes over grinning. "I would love to, Feli~!" Ludwig glares at him darkly. "If you touch him I will tell Lovino when he gets better. And you remember what happened to the last man to mess with someone he loves." Francis laughs nervously. "No threats of violence from yourself?" "I can't get away with what Lovino can in Antonio's eyes." Ludwig says and Francis smirks. "This is very true..."

That night:

Antonio heads to his room, staring at the empty bed. "Hm…I actually miss the brat in my bed…" He smiles to himself and puts on his night clothes before climbing into bed. His eyes begin to close when the door slowly opens. "Gil? Not sleeping on the deck, huh?" Antonio asks and the person silently walks further in. "No, he's not." Lovino mumbles and Antonio shoots up. "Why are you in here?" The Italian glares. "I let Gilbert go back to his room. Matthew missed him." "But Matthew is sick! Gilbert will get sick! Why did you leave?" Antonio asks and Lovino groans. "I'm not one to get in the way of love; I'm from Italy after all. We eat that shit up." The Italian says and Antonio sighs. "I find it hard to believe you have a romantic bone in your body."

"I have more than you do. At any rate I only came in here to grab my night clothes, because my clothes are gross." Lovino mumbles and grabs some clothes. "Where are you sleeping?" Antonio asks as Lovino heads out. "Francis' room." The Italian says calmly before leaving his room. "WH-? LOOVVVIIINOOO! GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE!" Antonio yells before groaning and laying down in annoyance. "Stupid kid."

Lovino walks up to Francis' door and knocks, soon greeted by the shirtless blond. "Hello Lovino~!" The Frenchman coos and Lovino pouts. "I need a room to sleep in." "Ah, oui, Antonio is pretty cruel to the sick on his ship. Come on." Lovino sighs and heads in. "If you so much as look at me funny I'm killing you." The teen warns and Francis gasps. "I would NEVER take advantage of a sick person!" He wraps an arm around the boy's shoulders and leads him to the bed. "Here you are! I will sleep on the floor if you like~!" Lovino yawns and goes to crawl into bed when the door slams open.

"Ah~! Tonio!" Francis coos and Antonio silently walks up to Lovino, throwing the boy over his shoulder and heading out. "See you in the morning, Francis." Antonio says sweetly and Francis laughs a little. "See you later then, boys~!" "EH? LET GO!" Lovino yells as he's carried back to Antonio's room. "Shut up." The Spaniard hisses and drops him on the bed. "Wh-what the hell? I was staying away from you! And Francis was going to sleep on the floor so he couldn't get sick! What more do you want from me?" Lovino yells and Antonio ignores him, closing the door.

"Hey! I'm talking to you, damnit! Why are you being so mean today?" The Italian asks, his eyes tearing up. "I-! N-no-! Don't…cry…" Antonio groans and sits down next to Lovino, who is now coughing. "Calm down, Lovi…you're gonna hurt yourself." He mumbles, gently rubbing the boy's back. "G-go away! I want Feliciano! I-! I want Marcello!" Lovino cries, trying to push him away. "Lovi, we'll find Marcello…and…if you really want…I'll bring you to Feliciano. J-just don't cry!" Antonio says nervously and Lovino sniffles, looking away. "No, Feliciano is asleep…I'll just go to bed…" Lovino moves away from Antonio, who grabs him and pulls him into his arms. "Dios mio, Lovino…you're so aggravating." "You're no walk in the park either, Antonio. If I would've known crying would get you to give in though I would have done it faster."

Antonio rolls his eyes and groans. "It doesn't usually…not even Feliciano's tears do anything to me." Lovino looks up at him attempting to glare but really pouting. "You made Feliciano cry? You are a meanie…I thought you were all bubbly and nice…" Antonio laughs. "I can be at times, but I'm a pirate captain. The most notorious one at that, Lovi, I didn't get to the top by being 'bubbly and nice'. I got there by being cold and tactical." Lovino pouts and nuzzles into his chest. "You're so warm…I'm feeling sleepy…"

Antonio blushes deeply and pulls the boy closer, laying down with him in his arms. "D-don't get use to this, Antonio…" Lovino yawns. "I wouldn't dream of it, Lovi." Antonio mumbles, smiling into the boy's hair. "Buona notte, Antonio…" Lovino mumbles, hugging Antonio closer and coughing a little. "U-ugh…do you have to cough on me…?" Antonio asks and Lovino glares at him. "Selfish." "You would be cute right now if you weren't coughing and gross with sickness." Lovino knees Antonio's leg. "Sh-shut up bastard!" The Spaniard yawns and pulls Lovino closer, kissing the top of his head. "Buenas noches, Lovi."

Lovino blushes and tenses up. "W-we'll pretend you didn't kiss me if we also pretend I didn't cry…" Antonio's eyes widen and he blushes as well. "D-deal."

A/N: UGH! WHY DO I FAIL SO HARD AT MAKING A GOOD FLOW! It's so random and not what I had hoped! *goes to sulk in a corner*