Hetalian Tides (WherededIGo and Silver Foxx)
 

Romano leaned against the railing of his pirate ship, gazing out to the blue sparkling sea. A few dolphins were playing a far off, and no other ships where in sight. Except for is idiot little brother, Feliciano, and that stupid jerk Germany. The peaceful atmosphere of being in the middle no-where was disturbed by the constant racket of Feliciano whining as Germany told him off.
"Will you both shut the hell up!" Romano shouted across to their ship. They both stopped arguing, for a little bit, but then picked back up, even louder this time, as Feliciano was yelling intelligible things to Romano, and Germany was yelling over the top of him. Frustrated Romano turned around and kicked an empty keg, which hurt his foot more than he hurt it. Grabbing on to it to try to ease the pain, he hopped over to his captain quarters, dodging his working crew, to check the course again. They where heading back to Italy to restock and sell their goods, and to fix the sips up from their previous fights. If they encountered another ship it might not end well for them.

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The sky was blue and the waters were calm as they could be. It was a perfect day on the sea for a pirate and Spain was taking full advantage. His ship sailed along in the waters, completely sturdy and untouched by harm. It was then that another ship came into view. It was beat up and no doubt headed for shore to be repaired. Only one thought crossed his mind, and that was that he could pillage the ship ahead. They were weak and they were probably rich with gold. They too were pirates. He sailed towards the ship and fired off the first canon ball, not even warning them to hand over their riches. His men swung over onto the ship to attack the crew, all armed with swords and guns. He himself was with a few men, manning the canons.

The whole ship rocked, slamming Romano against the wall, he stumbled out onto the deck, to see the chaos that was befalling his ship. "Shit!" He pulled out his sword and attacked a few men of the enemy crew before him. He heard Germany's crew joining in with the Frey, a few men staying aboard their ship to keep it safe. Romano kicked another enemy out of the way, trying to find the captain of the crew.

Spain yelled out orders to his men and demanded that the captain of the ship he was taking be prisoner. He was really hoping to catch the man soon so he could demand gold. He was rather obsessed with the metal to be honest. It was valuable and made him such a rich country. He fired on the ship again and listened to the sound of swords clanging and men dying in the fight. Pirates were a blood thirsty lot, surrender wasn't an option, only death unless you were found useful.

((Is Romano gonna end up as a slave D: I like that idea.))

Romano fended off more men, and tried to make his way over to his dimwited brother, who was having to have Germany defend him. "Feliciano!" Romani called out, as he reached out to grab him, but he was cut short when he felt metal slide into his side. His eyes widened as he looked down at the bloody patch that was growing on his clothes. "You bastard!" He stabbed the man who stabbed him, and he pulled the sword out. "Shit" He staggered a bit, the wound was deeper than it looked.

((yeah, I was gonna ask first. I didn't want to god mod or anything like that.))

The captain yelled at his men as Romano was stabbed. "You fools! How the hell am I going to keep him alive if you stab him!?" he had Ludwig and Feliciano throw in a life boat overboard. He was pretty sure they wouldn't survive very long there. Shore was a good ways away yet. He had his men gather whatever valuables they could find and then removed Romano's shirt, not really caring if he struggled. He bandaged up the nasty wound in the hope of keeping Romano alive. He'd make this man a part of his crew eventually. Most of his men had been against him at one point, but became loyal to him. If Romano still didn't break after a while, he'd probably just feed him to the sharks in these dark waters. "Hello" He said, smiling a deceivingly sweet smile that would've seemed innocent if not coming from a blood thirsty pirate.

Romano glared into the green eyes of the man before him, refusing to extend a greeting back. Why should he, this man just threw his brother overboard, killed most of his crew, and has now taken him captive. His wound started to throb again, and he cringed, squeezing his eyes shut with the pain.

Antonio acted like he was hurt, not really caring at all that his captive was unhappy. "Tsk, it seems as though my guest doesn't appreciate my hospitality." He said, making his crew laugh and pick fun at Romano. "Well, I'd you won't speak, I guess I won't know why to feed you." He cupped Romano's cheek in one hand. "Don't worry, I'm sure you'll fetch a fair price at the market." He said, then laughed. "O, wait that's good news for me. Maybe you should worry." He was intent on making Romano miserable until he spoke. He had Romano's brother and Ludwig brought back on board and tied the two to a mask, gagged. "Perhaps you're little brother will be worth something, yes? Look at him. He's young. Light brown hair, shining amber eyes. Someone will be glad to have him. He's undamaged and with a good bath and the right outfit, he'd make a damn good hooker." That was Spain's way of threatening Romano to behave. He then looked at Germany. "hmm, this one would make a mighty good slave. He's strong and I know a lady who'd love to own him." He was smirking at the young captain and wondering what kind of reaction he could draw from him.

"You leave my brother alone you ****ing douchebag!" Romano got up gingler, swaying because of his loss of blood, and cradling his injury with his hand. "I don't care what you do that potato loving bastard" He noticed a nearby sword and picked it up. "But you leave my little brother ****ing alone!" He aimed the sword at the other captain, breathing heavily because of the effort. He would not let his brother get hurt though. No matter what kind of pirate he was, he would not let anything, happen to his little brother.

Antonio laughed and then had the sword taken from Romano. "You're not in any position to make threats little one." He said, walked slowly over to Feliciano. "Now then. Try to stop me." Spain's crew held Romano back and Antonio cut the ropes off of Feliciano. He grabbed a handful of brown hair and yanked you smaller Italy to his feet. He cut off the boy's clothes, not cutting his skin. He handed him to a man on his crew. "You know what to do. We'll be getting rid of him tomorrow." He turned back to Romano and cupped his chin in one hand. "Now, what was that? Maybe if you'd been a good boy this wouldn't be happening. Now you're baby brother will be defiled and god knows what else." He smiled while saying all of this.

Romano grinded his teeth, narrowing his hazel eyes, half from physical pain, and the rest from emotional pain. He was really stupid, always thinking before he acted. And now his little brother... He had an idea. "Let him go, let my brother go. I'll take his..place" Romano wheezed out, his breathing was being cut off by where Spain has his hand. No matter what was going to happen to him, he wasn't going to let it happen to his brother.

Spain laughed. "Aww. That's sweet. Unfortunately you're not in good enough condition. He poked the wound on Romano's stomach. "You see, I only sell the best merchandise." Feliciano was brought back on deck and Antonio glanced over him. He was scantily clad and crying like a baby. "Maybe i'll just keep him for myself." He pulled the little guy close to him and kissed him, grinning at Romano. Feliciano was shaking and was taken to Spain's personal cabin. He had no intention of touching or hurting Feli, he'd just make it seem as if he was going to. Later down the line he didn't want Romano to hate him.

"You bastard!" Romano shouted, spitting in the direction of the captain. He coughed out a little bit of blood, but kept his glare intense on Spain. "Let him go." Romano weakly asked, he felt completely useless, had he not been in the presence of anyone else, tears would have welled up in his eyes, and he'd have cried like a baby. He looked at Germany. Why wasn't Germany doing anything? Wasn't Germany supposed to be the tough one. Germany looked back at Romano, feeling the hate that was coming from his direction, he would have helped if it weren't for the fact he had a dagger touching his back.

"Take them both to a cell." Spain demanded and walked off to his own room. He saw Feliciano laying on his bed, wearing his underpants. "Get up." He said and the boy stood, standing as far away from Antonio as he could. Spain took out a dress and threw it at Italy. "Get dressed." He commanded and Feliciano put it on. "You are to pretend that I have done things to you. You will make your brother think you are being tortured and you're depressed. If you do not comply, I will be sure to kill you both." He took Italy's hand and dragged him to a long dinner table and had his men gather Romano and bring him to dine with them.

The cell was damp, and it smelled of unbathed men rotting. He wrinkled his nose as he entered, and when he was thrown into one, he cringed again as the pain started throbbing again as he it a wooden wall. The cell door grinded shut, and the men left laughing. Germany had been put into the cell opposite him. Romano stormed up the cell door, and pressed against, "YOU BASTARD! Why didn't you help?!?" Romano called through the bars. Germany looked at him.
"Zey had a knife on me, I couldn't do anyzing" He almost yelled back, equally frustrated. Romano cursed under his breath before kicking the cell bars. He didn't know what to do, so he just sat down, putting his head in his hands. It seemed like he'd been there an eternity when he heard the door grate again. He looked up to see different men this time. They grabbed him by the arms and shoulders and lifted him up, tying his hands together with a strong rope.
"Hey you bastards!" Shouted as he struggled to get out of their grip. One of them kneed him in his stab wound and he almost buckled over with the searing pain. He breathed heavily, trying to keep the pain down. They moved him along and Germany looked worriedly from behind his own bars. A few moments later Romano was pushed into a room which looked slightly nicer than the rest of the ship. Romano noticed that Spain was there and he let out another string of curses.

Spain smiled and greeted Romano. "Hello captain. Shall we have a little chat? You're brother is a most attractive young man." He wrapped an arm around Feliciano's waist, indicating he should act upset. Feliciano starting crying, holding his face in his hands. "I w-want Germany!!" He cried. It was pretty common knowledge that Italy had a thing for Ludwig and that was the only man he wanted touching him. "Sit down Romano." Spain told him, having a place set up for him. "And remember, refusing to comply with what I want will be bad for your brother." He ruffled Feliciano's hair. He needed to get to Romano as much as he could in order to force his submission and compliance. He starting eating his food in a very gentleman like way. He expected feliciano to eat as well. His new 'slave' picked up his fork with shaking hands.

Romano sat down bitterly, keeping one eye on Feliciano, and the other on Spain. "What do you want with me?" He spat out, refusing and ignoring his food. He noticed Feliciano was shaking, more so than usual. And was eating slower? Spain must have definitely done something to him. That bastard... Romano narrowed his eyes again.

Spain couldn't believe this guy. He was still acting defiant even when his own brother was the one who would suffer. "Hmm? Well, what I want my fair man is for you to join my crew. You will be my bitch. You will do as I say, and if you don't I'll scar Feliciano's mind so bad he'll never be the same." He threatened. "Now then, please do eat your food and think over my offer." He left no room for argument in his tone. Feliciano was having the hardest time eating, shaking so badly that he couldn't get the food to his mouth. He was still terrified of Antonio and he wanted to go to his brother and to Germany. "Tsk. You have to eat love." He picked up his own fork and held it to Italy's mouth, only to frighten him so badly that he fainted. "Hmm. Seems he needs some rest." He just let Felicano stay slumped in his chair.

Romano ate is food, but without tasting it. He wanted to go over and help Feliciano, but he couldn't with Spain there. He finished his meal quickly, and turned back to Spain. "My brother will be safe?" He queried.

He only nodded. "Yes, he'll be safe. He'll be treated well and will have plenty to eat. I'll be sure he has his own quarters and his own clothing." He promised. He was now finished eating and then looked at feliciano. "I'll be sure that he is with Ludwig. That would make him happy." He was curious to see of his deal would be accepted. Being a part of Antonio's crew was not an easy task. He worked his men hard and they were emotionally hardened and brainwashed to the point they'd all become walking vegetables.

Romano breathed in deeply. All for Feliciano. All for my little brother. He looked at Spain, glaring into his eyes. "Fine, it's a deal. But you better keep your word" Romano accepted the deal, though inside he was reluctant. Would his brother do the same for him? It didn't really matter. the deal was already done. He awaited Spain's next words.

Spain stood and had the table cleared. "Very nice. I'll have the deal made tomorrow. For tonight Feliciano is mine. You start your work tomorrow." He figured it was only fair that he started his end of the deal when Romano started his. With it being so close to time for them to go to bed, that would be tomorrow.

((The GIF in you signature.... Brb dying of laughter XD ))

"You bastard." Romano stood up abruptly. Feliciano staying the night with Spain? That can't happen. "Let him go tonight!"

((:D glad you like it))

"That's not the agreement." Spain said with a smile. "Unless you'd rather take his place." He said low and suductivly. "You're both rather handsome."

Romano glared at Spain. "I'll take his place. Put him with Germany" He said without a pause. He'd gone this for Feliciano, he might as well finish it. Though the thought scared him a little, of what Spain could do to him.