Spains Prisoner 5

Romano stared uncertainly at the Spaniard whose lap he was still sitting on. "B-Bastard. Why are they here!"

England raised a large brow and grinned a little. "What? You expect being a pirate's slave would be smooth sailing, little thing?" He cooed mockingly, causing the little Italian to shiver and clench cowardly onto the Spaniard's coat.

It was quiet between the four. Alfred just kept swinging his feet playfully as he sat beside Arthur, who only looked between the other three while sipping his large jug of rum. Antonio had wrapped his arms protectively against the quivering boy in his lap and kept his eyes cautiously on the Brit.

Finally getting annoyed by the silence between them, England slammed his glass down, motioning for a refill and attention. "Rude as always, Antonio!" The Brit scoffed. "Not even bothering to introduce your new comrade to us or talk?"

"You don't need to know his name!" The Spanish man spat back quickly.

England rolled his eyes. "I know his name, stupid twat. Lovino Vargas, South Italy, grandson of the great Empire Rome. It's just you haven't said a word even though you know fully well I know whw this kid is, it's quite impolite and unfriendly, you know."

Spain looked down at the confused looking Lovino in his lap and pulled him against him tighter. "I think maybe it's time me and Lovino lea-"

"Arthur!" A loud voice was heard, somewhat sad sounding and lonely. "Arthur! I'm bored! Can me and…and…"

"Lovino?" Arthur finished, already knowing what the boy was wanting to ask.

"Yeah! Can me and Lovino go outside and play?"

"You and who?"

"Lovino?"

Arthur shook his head and suddenly Alfred, who had looked confused grinned again and nodded.

"May Lovino and I go play outside?"

"Good boy, Alfred. I don't see why not, do you, Antonio?"

Antonio twitched, hearing the playfully sadistic sound on the Englishman's tongue. He looked down at Lovino again, who was staring back at him.

"Besides, they are the same age, aren't they? Sixteen?" Arthur added sweetly. "And, I've been meaning to talk to you about some things that these sweet boys may not want to hear."

Without a reply, Alfred jumped off the chair, and skipped over to Antonio's side. He grabbed Romano's hand and pulled him out of the tan man's grasp suddenly. This boy was so strong for such a young age! The excited boy quickly pulled the cursing Romano out of the bar, laughing and skipping merrily in his thin, white shirt and dark, blue pants.

Watching them leave, Arthur laughed. "Well, your kid looks even more girly next to my Alfred. How sad!"

Antonio growled, muttering under his breath as he turned to shoot icy at the Brit beside him, still trying to decide if he should go after the teens.

England ignored these glares though and smiled deviously at him. "Now…about our last, interrupted, discussion…"

~~~ Else Where ~~~

"Dammit, let me go!" Romano roared, tugging against the impressively strong grip of the shining blonde who was leading him somewhere.

The cursing and threats were dry to Alfred though and he didn't even seem to notice them. "Come on! We're almost there!"

"Where!"

"There!" Alfred rang happily, pointing with his free hand towards a large ship Romano didn't recognize. It was carved of dragons and fairies, Romano saw, a quite magical looking ship, literally. The sails were white with a red cross disturbing the light color and many large men were aboard the ship, taking care of things that needed it.

"W-Wait! I can't go up there!"

Alfred stopped, forcing Romano to bump into him from the sudden movement. The blonde turned around, the pain was visible in his large, blue eyes. "Why not?"

The abrupt turn of emotion made Romano flinch, reminding him of Antonio's own bipolar like attitude. "I-I…Antonio said I shouldn't!"

"But your Captain didn't even know we were here!" Alfred whined in return.

"Yeah, but he said I had to stay with him! So, I should probably go back to him!" Lovino replied quickly, it was obvious whose ship he was trying to be pulled on. He would not get on that crazy Kirkland's ship! Never!

"And he is not my Captain!" He fumed. He refused to call that man anything so respectful! Not after kidnapping him and what he put him through last night!

"If he isn't your Captain, why do you gotta listen to him then?" Alfred asked, his face pouty and saddened.

This stumped the Italian. He was too proud to admit he was his Captain, but he needed an excuse now! "A-Ah…well…you see…" But as he stared into the pools of blue shining back at him that were Alfred's eyes, he couldn't come up with a good excuse that couldn't be countered and he wouldn't admit he was too afraid to get on. "I just don't want to! Why would I want to get on that ship anyway!"

Alfred smiled again, not seeming to be offended in the least. "Because! I have all sorts of cool games and toys and stuff in my room that we can play with!"

Romano scoffed proudly, keeping his curiosity for the objects he praised on about shelled with his normal, cold attitude. "Why don't you just go get your stuff and bring it down here?"

"Well, Arthur says I can't. He says I have a tendency to lose things or something. Besides, I wouldn't want to load all that stuff down here and just bring it back up again! That's why I only brought the smaller stuff down earlier and brought it to mine and Arthur's room in the inn or whatever it is." Alfred beamed brightly, glowing luminous against the dark clouds in the horizon, still drawing closer.

"Well Antonio just bought me some cool toys and stuff too! So why don't we just go get some of mine? They're in our room!"

Alfred shrugged, "Sure! Let's go! Lead the way!"

Romano puffed out his chest proudly, and started off towards where he remembered Antonio showing him where they were staying.

"Hey," Alfred muttered, looking Romano up and down now while they walked side by side.

"What?"

"So…um…Why are you in a dress?"

Romano flushed, the taller, blonde boy raising a curious eyebrow, not sure why he was blushing so. "I-I…Antonio wanted me to, okay!"

"But, why would you listen if he isn't your Cap-"

"Forget it! I did it 'cause I'm nice, alright!"

Alfred shrugged, not thinking twice about the answer he was given and smiled beside the smaller boy happily.

"Well, here it is." Romano muttered, some pink still staining his tan face though most of the blush had faded away by now. He pushed open the door, and closed it after they were both in. Then, he stepped over to the toys he had been bought earlier. The chess set and bag of marbles.

"Oh, you have chess and marbles too!" Alfred laughed merrily, sitting on the ground while Romano put the set and round, bagged toys down in from of him while he set opposite of Alfred.

"Yeah," Lovino replied quietly, moving the set directly between them. "Wanna play with this first?"

"Anything! Sure!" Alfred chimed and they both quickly set up their pieces.

"I won!" The blonde laughed as the Italian scowled after the game was done, obviously not like being beaten.  

"Okay, okay! You won! How about the marbles now?" Romano offered, dumping the round toys onto the floor.

"Yay!"

They played for about half an hour before Romano spoke up.

"Hey, Alfred," He started quietly, both of them lying on their stomach as they played like children. "How come you didn't just say we could go to your room and play with your toys you did bring out of the ship?"

Alfred stopped moving for a moment, making Romano look up at him in curiosity, wondering why he stopped so suddenly. The blonde just stared down at the marbles as he muttered his answer, almost seeming hesitant and unwilling to, as Romano saw it. Though as he answered, Romano wish he hadn't asked, because his reply sent untrustworthy shivers up his spine.

"Well, Arthur says I shouldn't let anyone know where our room is 'cause then someone could come and attack us while we slept, set the building on fire or anything really…"