A/N: So lets get one thing straight. I know most of the Pirate Spamano fanfictions involve Antonio raping Lovino then they fall in love… yada, yada, yada.

BUT TRUST ME WHEN I SAY THIS: I do not like those fanfictions either, so this will not be one of them. All you will get is Antonio flirting continuously with Lovi. There are logical grounds behind Lovi and Antonio falling in love.

So yeah.

And I'd like to thank Yaoigirl1996 for being so nice and PrussiaPWNS for being so incredibly AWESOME. After that review I really didn't feel like writing so thanks you guys really helped along with my amazing reviews from Girlsdoomsongofdoom and Bookworm24601.

VIRTUAL COOKIES FOR ALL OF YOU

Oh and I know my Spelling and grammar sucks. I just don't see it when I'm reading. So if anyone reading is interested in being my Beta Reader then PM me or review just asking and we'll go from there, ok?

I own nothing but the plot line!

Edit: Beta'd by Ladybanana62 ^.^

Lovino sat on board the ship in the captain's room. Matthew had been in just before re-making the bed and putting away the Captain's bed bed clothes and along with his own. Lovino hadn't talked to him yet but Matthew hadn't said anything either, and he seemed quite content to keep it that way.

Antonio walked in and straight up to the throne that where Lovino sat. Lovino pushed himself back but Antonio only stayed there for a second before smiling and turning away towards the cupboards.

"Ah, Lovi, you've been so bad lately.: Running away and calling me all those mean names," Antonio sighed. Lovino narrowed his eyes.

"You- you bastard, I want a shirt now!" Lovino ordered. Antonio shook his head and tsked.

"You should know better than to order the Captain around," He sighed chastised looking over his shoulder with a smirk. Matthew peeked around the corner along with the two other captains.

Lovino growled getting off his chair and storming up to Antonio. You think Lovi would've learned by now that he was in their hands. He had no control over what they could do to him.

"Who the fuck do you think you are? If I wasn't stuck on this ship you would have no d-d-d" Lovino stuttered as Antonio turned a hint of insane in his emerald orbs. He backed Lovino into a corner forcing the smaller man into the corner of the room.

"Oh crap," He heard Gilbert whisper covering his red eyes. Francis looked worried and put his hands over Matthew's eyes trying to shield him from what was to come. Lovino had heard of this mood, Antonio was in nutjob mode. He had heard stories but he was here now. Stuck underneath Antonio's intense eyes. He didn't know whether to run or just drop to the ground and start crying like Feliciano always did, waving a white flag.

"Were you about to say 'dominance', Lovi?" Antonio purred. In any other situation Lovino would consider this tone of voice sexy but right now it just seemed said it so insane. Lovino went red from embarrassment and fear averting his eyes away from the pirate.

"Listen to me carefully, Lovi," He murmured softly into Lovi's ear, hot breath running down his neck, "I brought you here to be my… personal slave, now it's your job. You do what I say or I punish you… Got it?" His words came out like venom. Lovino shivered with fear and Antonio felt every movement underneath his larger frame, which made him smirk. He loved having this kind of control over the foul-mouthed Italian. Lovino looked up at the Spaniard tears fell forming in his hazel eyes as he nodded quickly.

Antonio, noticing the tears, and realised he was actually scaring Lovino. He didn't know why but that instantly made his stomach twist in guilt causing him to feel bad and he backed off quickly.

However he still had enough insane left in his tanned body to continue with his plan. He leaned into a chest at the bottom of the closet and pulled something out.

"Yes, Antonio, do it." Francis smiled brightly at the thought of the Italian wearing the clothing. He looked turned on by what Antonio had picked out. "I need to get Mathieu one of those."

"It looks exactly his size," Antonio seemed pleased with himself. Lovino pushed himself into the wall. He dreaded what Antonio had chosen out. Was it- oh god! Please let it not be! Was he going to hang Lovino?

"What are you up to, you bastard?" Growled Lovino. Antonio just laughed with a sinister look in his eyes as he stared at his choice of punishment.

"Lovino, from now on you will be my servant, you will work for me. As punishment for trying to run away you will be humiliated in front of the crew." He said in a cheerful plain tone. "Everyone knows the old style punishments don't work… so here's my plan," Lovino could hear the amusement in his voice and was ready to drown himself.

"What the he-" Lovino went to yell but before he could Antonio turned to reveal a red dress: it had puffy sleeves and a white apron over the top. Lovino looked closer to see a tomato sewn into the corner of the apron.

"You will wear this," He told the Italian.

"No!" Lovino yelled.

"No?"

"Yes, there is no way in hell I'm wearing that!"

"You have to,"

"No I don't, you can't force me into the dress," Lovino stood up turning around and crossing his arms. The Spanish Man sighed looking at Francis and Gilbert.

"If you insist," Francis purred with a smile.

"Kesesese! This is going to be fun," laughed Gilbert. Lovino froze; what was going to be fun?

Francis grabbed the Italian's arms and Antonio slipped the dress over his head. Lovino was blind and now pushed onto the bed. He noted how soft it was just as Antonio forced his arms into the sleeves and slipped it down.

"Get the stockings!" Francis called out.

"Stockings!" Lovino yelled, "Oh no! There is no fucking way I'm wearing stockings!"

Sure enough Antonio pulled ripped his pants off and slipped the stockings up to his thighs then stopped. Lovino looked to see he was a bit red.

"You can finish that," He winked at Lovino. Lovino scowled and looked away. Then he felt shoes go on and it was over.

The Bad Touch Trio let go and he pulled back. The stockings were white and limiting his ability to run so he turned around pulling them up.

"I am not wearing this!" Lovino objected turning back to face the three men.

"It's a bit late for that," Antonio pointed out sitting on the bed with one knee up. Francis leaned over one shoulder and Gilbert leant his head against Antonio's other arm.

"I-I'll take it off," Lovino proposed angrily pulling at the hem of the embarrassing dress.

"Go ahead," Antonio smirked causing Lovino to blush. Lovino stopped, lost for words.

"It's really hard to take him serious now," Gilbert cackled. "Not like we did before anyways."

"He's adorable," Francis purred with a devious smile.

"Oh, I almost forgot," Antonio stood quickly walking close to the blushing Italian placing a white bonnet on his head and tied it up.

"I hate you," Lovino murmured making Antonio laugh.

"Ah, you're right, it is really hard to take him serious now," Antonio patted his head and pinched his cheek affectionately. Lovino started to growl but the sound of bickering outside cut him off. Antonio looked at the door then followed his two amigos out to see what the fuss was about.

Once they were gone Lovino looked at Matthew who just smiled and waved.

"Are you okay?" He asked noticing Lovino's expression.

"I'm fine, What do you think?," Lovino nodded. He was still pressing himself against the wall despite the fact the terrible threesome had left. He looked at Matthew curiously with a question brewing in his head.

"You look… nice," Matthew complimented him.

"Thanks," He murmured, "I have a question for you," He moved closer to Matthew sitting on the bed.

"Ask away," He smiled.

"W-why do you s-stay here? Y-you know, they aren't very n-nice." He asked Matthew cursing himself for stuttering so much. The Canadian's smile faded and for a moment and Lovino thought he had offended him. Not that he cared or anything.

"Not really, they're all really soft… like a tomato. They only have a hard outside." He laughed at his lame metaphor. "Let me show you something."

Matthew stood up opening the door and leading Lovino on deck where a brawl had started.

"Oh, p-people are looking at me," Lovino looked worried as he slowly walked out to Matthew."Bastards better stop staring at me or there's going to be trouble," Lovino growled hiding his hands in the many folds of the dress.

"Look at Gilbert," He told Lovino. The Italian turned his head to see the Prussian pushing Eliza, the brown haired girl wielding a frying pan, back but he still insisted on picking on her. "He may pick on Elizaveta a lot but he still cares about her. Most of the time he lets the fights go and waits for one to throw the other overboard but not when Eliza's involved." He laughed slightly, smiling knowingly at the two.

"So, h-he… isn't a selfless jerk, w-who only cares about him self?" Lovino looked confused.

"Exactly, Gilbert is incredibly nice when he wants to be, even to his thieving crew members," Matthew smiled at him.

Lovino frowned: this wasn't right, weren't pirates suppose to always be mean? It didn't make sense to the young man.

"Now look at Francis," He smiled with a caring look suddenly appearing in his blue eyes. "You may see him as a pervert but I look at him and see someone of incredible love and passion," He giggled a bit when Francis blew him a kiss.

"I- I thought they were keeping you against your-" He cut off with a disgusted look when Francis placed Matthew's imaginary kiss down his pants.

"Against my will. At the beginning, but then I started to notice certain things and… well, I fell for the most unlikely person." The Canadian hugged his polar bear close and blushed. Lovino noticed this and then noticed how Gilbert was talking to Eliza with unusually soft eyes for a psychopath in the corner of the ship.

"I see now, b-but they still took me from my home." Lovino pointed out.

"Yes, me too, but I like it here better. Oh and they did it before Captain Kirkland so you should really thank them," He mused. Lovino looked shocked.: What had Matthew just said? Was the notorious Arthur Kirkland after him?

He shivered at the thought of the man.

"W-w-what about-"

"Antonio?" Matthew finished his sentence for him. Lovino nodded. "He always fancied the Italian Princes and was aiming for Feliciano, did you know?"

Lovino shook his head with a huge hole appearing in his heart that he tried to ignore. He didn't know why. What did he care of what that bastard thought of him?

"But… I think he likes you the most," Matthew looked into the distance. Lovino's heart jumped and he ordered it to stay still. Someone liked him?: But no one likes, they his little brother over him all the time.

No one. Not even Grandpa Roma. They all love Feliciano. He tried to hold a blush back as Antonio winked at him.

"He's still got that personality disorder," Lovino grumbled looking away. Matthew smiled and looked at Antonio who was now giving his men a lecture.

"I admit Antonio, at times… he can be… quite scary…" Matthew seemed to be going off into a memory but pulled himself back to reality quickly, "but there is a reason for everything," He told me, then laughed. "He's only gets like that insane when he gets really mad… but most of the time he's just a silly kid," Matthew informed Lovino.

"I-I noticed that," Lovino looked down off in wonderland. He then snapped back with a stern pout. "W-what does it matter? They're still all b-bastards!" He snapped angrily just as Antonio walked over a stern grin plastered on his face.

A/N: What does Antonio have in store? Lots and lots of chores and fun for all the Shippers. :)

There will be some FruCan in the next chapter and it'll be my first time writing it so go easy on me please . oh and it will cut off, I think. I don't know, you'll find out. But I might have to change the rating to M…

I'll see where the story takes me.

Please R&R!

Beta edit: From now on it will be human names only and

b.t.w. I forgot to mention Lovino is the Prince of Italy (same as Feli but he ran away). It will be better explained in the next chapter.

Sorry for the bad update, wow, I cried when I read it. Can't believe it's been up so long.

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