WARNING/S!: Slight mentions of war, implied rape and mentions of rape...
A/N: Oliver is a blue-eyed ginger and England's 2p. BTW 'La Señora del Rosario'was actuallya real ship in the Armadawhose crew probably would've been hailed as heroes, had Sir Francis Drake not captured the ship before they made port in England.
In the Captain's cabin of La Señora del Rosario of the 2p!Armada, Andrés lay next to his trembling 1p who had begged him not to leave. The one 1p!Armada had been destroyed by the blonde Inglaterra, and Antonio had been taken prisoner until Andrés had traded Oliver to get him back. The 2p wasn't quite sure what the other Inglaterra had done to make Antonio like this, but he could take a guess. Holding him tight as Antonio buried his head in his chest, Andrés ran a hand gently through the man's chocolate brown curls. Only Antonio got to see him like this, and maybe Flavio at times… But by now he'd raped and pillaged more countries than he could count, slaughtered countless humans and nearly destroyed those closest to him. To the rest of the world he was a monster, and he'd be lying if he said he didn't see himself that way as well… So it surprised him that he could still be so gentle, and still care for someone like he did his 1p. Not that he'd ever say it out loud. Antonio had stopped trembling by now, having fallen asleep from what was no doubt exhaustion. He'd probably be hungry when he woke up, judging by the fact that the 2p could now see the other Spaniard's ribs protruding from his shirtless form. Andrés scowled, at least when Oliver had been in his captivity he'd kept him decently clothed and feed well enough to keep bones from showing through skin. Even if he had taken his plunder from the man. Shifting slightly and trying to be careful so as not to wake Antonio, Andrés sat up on the edge of the bed and was about to leave in order get some food for his counterpart when he felt his 1p's arms wrap tightly around his midsection.
"P-Por favor, no te vayas…" Came the now shaky and once again terrified voice from behind him.
Andrés sighed slightly before turning around, a small smirk upon his face.
"Don't worry, I won't…" He replied gently, before crawling back onto the bed properly.
Wrapping his arms around the 2p's neck, Antonio crawled into his lap and rested his head against the other man's shoulder.
"Nunca desaparecerá…" He whispered.
Andrés held him tightly.
"No lo haré, bobito… Te prometo."
ROUGH TRANSLATIONS:
P-Por favor, no te vayas…
P-Please, don't leave…
Nunca desaparecerá…
Never go away…
No lo haré, bobito… Te prometo.
I won't, stupid… I promise.