Spain's Prisoner 11

Romano could feel his icy hands shivering as they pressed against his wet face. He hadn't moved or eaten since Spain had yelled at him, just staying silent or sobbing against the wall on the bed.

The Spaniard had offered to take his old friend to the bar, but the timid Canadian refused the offer to accompany them and stayed with the quivering Italian.

Though still the room stayed silent, Matthew staying in the chair next to the bed. It wasn't until after Gabriel delivered them both dinner and left that Canada spoke up.

"You should eat, Lovino." He told him calmly, getting an aggravated grunt from the other.

"Why? So that bastard can keep me as his slave longer while my brother is probably on his death bed?"

"So you plan to starve yourself to death?" Matthew realized, but kept his composed face. "I know Alfred would do everything in his power to make sure your brother doesn't get hurt."

Romano scoffed. "Yeah, he did a damn good job saving me and keeping his bastard Captain from stealing my baby brother!" He snapped back quickly.

Canada took a deep breath. "Starving yourself isn't going to help anyone, especially your brother if you plan on helping him. You know that."

Another grunt came from the older male and he rolled on his side, his back now facing the other teen. "Just leave."

The blonde hesitated, but sighed softly. "Fine. But I'm telling Captain Antonio…"

"What? That I'm trying to kill myself?"

"That you need a doctor for it."

"Leave!"

The Canadian looked sad as he stood and made his way towards the door. H closed the door behind him quietly, and started walking towards the bar he knew the two Captains would be at.

"Hey, you're…Matthew, right? Alfred's brother?" Gabriel appeared suddenly, running up towards the younger boy.

Canada stared in confusion and shock at the large man towering over him. He was surprised he remembered who he was. "Yes, that's me. You're Gabriel, correct? Part of Captain Antonio's crew?"

"Si. Could you follow me over here please?"

"Oh? Okay…" The Canadian followed silently, wondering what he was supposed to help with as the shadows grabbed onto him and the larger man. "What am I doing?"

A smile crossed the man's thick lips. "Just helping me please my Captain. He told me not to let anything come between him and stealing what he wanted for his own empire. And he wants all of Italy. In fact, I'm sure he won't mind having you part of the crew. Then he can own the country of Canada as well. Good news, that means I won't have to kill you after all."

The ten stopped, his body shivering, though his eyes showed his vast confusion. "Wh-What? Antonio wanted me dead?"

Gabriel snorted, grabbing the frozen boy by the arm and covering his mouth so he couldn't make a sound before he replied. "Not Antonio. Captain Arthur, of course."
~~~~~ Alfred and Feliciano ~~~~~

Sweat dripped down the handle of the wooden paddle, making small rivers on the thin lumber. Sticky hands still held them tightly as the waves tossed their little boat back and forth under the full moon.

Alfred stared out towards the north without a word, his pale face serious and cold. His whole form, the way he stared, the way his body moved as he paddled with what seemed like too much ease for such a chilling dilemma. He seemed completely unfazed by any of this, and it only made the smaller Italian avoid eye contact.

Feliciano just trembled, and tried his best to keep his frightened tears from pouring over.

Hours passed by and the sun started to peek brightly from behind the blanket of the horizon. Alfred was still rowing though Feliciano had eventually cried himself to sleep after bursting into sobs from holding it in.

The American let a smile cross his lips as he watched the infinite blue. If they kept going at this pace, they would be there before evening. Much better time than he had originally figured. It would definitely give them enough time to get there before Arthur came down with their one meal a day.

The smile didn't last long, though as the boy remembered who he was leaving.

"You love him."

Alfred jumped slightly, looking back at the Italian who still leaned his head against the side of the boat tiredly. But his eyes showed life as they stared at the blonde, making him stare back.

"You love him, the Captain. That's why you're acting like this, right? You don't want to leave him. But, you want to help me." The tan boy smiled reassuringly, but the sadness could be heard in his voice. "You represent America, I've heard about you. You're known for being lovable, happy, optimistic and loving to be the hero…but you love a pirate. You love England, the country that takes whenever it has the chance."

Thin lips opened, but only an ugly croaking noise came out. Alfred's throat burned with the truth of the other's words. He stopped rowing, and put his face in his hands. "Yes. Yes. Yes!" He choked on the words hurtfully. "But I've never seen him like this. Never. He's acting like some villain that he hasn't for years."

Italy just watched him quietly before picking up his own paddles again and starting to move the boat while he stared at the other still with his face in his hands.

"But," Feliciano looked back up after looking out at the sparkling ocean. Alfred was facing forward again and proud once more. "The hero doesn't let the villain win. So, let's go."

The American quickly took a hold of his paddles again, starting to move with the rhythm of the Italian's.

More hours passed, the two huffing as they stumbled weakly onto the sand of the Greek shore. The evening greeted them there as Alfred had expected.

"Hey."

Feliciano and Alfred looked up, still panting softly and kneeling in the sand to catch their breath.

Their eyes met a tall man, nicely built with fair skin and wavy brown hair. Sweat dripped off his sharp chin and large, ivy eyes were watching them. He had on a russet jacket and his white shirt was covered in dirt. But it didn't seem to bother him, he must've been working on something earlier to get this way.

It was then that Alfred looked down at himself and over at his companion. They were soaked from sweat and salt water. He saw the Italian's auburn hair was tangled and stressed, and he imagined his was probably the same.

"Hey, you boys need something?" His voice was soft and carefree, though his outward appearance was strong.

"You!" Alfred said suddenly. "You are Greece, are you not?"

The man looked surprised for only a moment before that same emotionless form took over his features once again. "You know who I am? Hmm…yes that's me. Who are you two?"

"I'm Alfred. Alfred F. Jones, sir." The American breathed, standing to face the man respectfully. "America."

"Oh! I'm Feliciano Vargas! North Italy." The smaller Italian added soon after.

"I see…" The man said. "Well, you might as well follow me if that's what you want. I'm headed home. We can talk there."

The three moved slowly, Alfred and Feliciano quickly tying their little boat to a nearby tree where it would be out of the wave's reach and hidden in bushes. When they finally found their destination, Greece excused himself and left the two unsupervised in his home. When he came back, he was changed from the dirty clothing and handed the others new clothes as well.

"You two can change into these for now. They'll be a little big, but it's what I have. You needed me for something?" He bothered.

Alfred's eyes shot up, sparkling with new life. "Oh yeah!" He smacked his forehead. "We need you, Greece, sir. We have a bit of a problem with England and he's added Captain Spain, the Italy's and Turkey into the situation."

The tall man's face twisted at the name of his longtime rival, Turkey. "Oh really? Why my help?"

"You're strong and just seemed well suited for our dilemma, sir." The blonde teen explained. "I guess I should start at the beginning, where the trouble first started when Arthur met Antonio in some small town."

Heracles nodded, giving him permission to go on as he sat opposite of the boy.

"Well, this is what happened…"

When the long story was over, Greece was still silent but his face showed a new seriousness. "I think I can help."

The teens looked at one another, smiles forming onto their faces. "Thank you!" They said together and the happy American could have sworn he heard the surprised screams of an angry Brit somewhere far, far away.