Antonio sighed when the oars hit the shore. "Stip pulling it farther. The boat doesn't matter." He pulled himself out of the boat and staggered to the shore, pain enveloping him to the point that he felt nauseous. He saw Germany and Feliciano standing on the shore. "Brother!!!" Feliciano ran to Romano, and Antonio collapsed on the sand.

"Its not the boat I was worried about idiot!" Romano snarled, before his brother was all over him. Romano hit Feli. "You could've at least waited!" Romano scolded.
"But-but!" Feliciano started to cry, before Germany intervened with his usual talk of telling Feli to man up. Romano looked around, and he couldn't see Spain. That bastard ran off without me! He assumed viscously in his head before looking down to see Spain face first in the ground.
"Holy crapola!" Romano exclaimed, going immediately to the fainted man. "Oi. You awake?"

Feliciano was still being a baby, clinging over Germany and such. Neither of those two were watching Romano, and did not see him leaning down to help Antonio. Spain could hardly hear what the young man was saying, and responding to him was even harder. "Mmmm..." was all he could really manage to say at the moment as his consciousness threatened to leave him. He struggled to stay awake, though all his body wanted him to do was give in to the slumber.

Romano heaved Spain onto his own shoulder, like when they were on the boat, and started walking closer to small houses/huts on the island. "I need some help here! This bastard is gonna die!" He yelled out, trying to get anyone to help Spain. A few people ran over with some medical supplies, and took Spain off Romano's shoulder. They were mumbling things to each other that Romano couldn't catch. "Oi. Is he going to be alright?"

He leaned over onto the shoulder that he'd been slung onto. He wasn't to fond of the medics who were poking and prodding him, poking him, and pulling at his wound. "O! Stop touching me you jerks!" The ignored his cries.

The medics pulled Spain away from Romano in a hurry, which caused Romano to spam them with curse words as he reached out (by habit) to grab Spain. He was intercepted by a medic that inform Romano that Spain needed a few stitches, as of immediately. Romano stood where he was, watching as they took Spain away. "Stupid Bastard" He muttered under his breath as Germany and Feliciano joined him.
"Is he going to be alright?" Feliciano asked, a touch of worry in his voice.
"The bastards going to be fine!" Romano snapped, storming back off to the boat to see if anything good was left behind in it.

Antonio was a bit worried as he was Taken by the pirate medics. He'd left his gold with feliciano for fear of being robbed while he was taken care of. These men were still heartless bastards. They didn't use a bit of pain killers as they sewed his back up, making him scream like he was dying

There was nothing in the boat, so Romano had just followed the general direction of the medics. Well following Germany who was leading them in the general direction of the Medics. Feliciano tagged along gleefully, poking Romano, especially where his wound was. He would've slapped him if Germany hadn't interfered and scared Feliciano off.
He was still angry when they finally arrived where the medics were holding Spain, and he heard screams which sent shivers down his spine. He recognised them too, despite not hearing them before. "Just what the hell is going on in there?"

The medics looked at Romano. "We don't have any pain medicine. He'll have to take this." Antonio stared up at Romano, his eyes half lidded and pain rolling over his face. "R-Romano..." He groaned as more stitches were added.

Romano frowned. Spain was obviously in more pain than he was before, how could what they were doing possibly be helping at all? Romano moved closer to Spain and gently put a hand in the mans shoulder, offering strength and sympathy. Romano pressed his mouth into a firm line, as he went to remove his hand and take step away to give Spain room.

He calmed down as the people finished what they were doing. He tried to smile, but it came as a grimace. Germany picked Antonio up bridal style and paid the doctors. Spain was half passed out and groaning in agony. "Come on. He need rest." Ludwig ordered. Feliciano nodded. "I have the money for a house. Antonio gave it to me before the medics took him."

Romano froze in his place. "Wait a f***ing minute. Why are you guys even helping him? He tried to kill both of you. And Feliciano!"
What he was saying was a bit hypocritical, but everything was starting to click into place in Rmano's mind. Sure he had agree to help Spain as well, but he must've been delirious when he said that. Plus Spain was... No he was just delirious. Romano frowned at the trio before him, and at himself. It was just occurring to him how stupid the whole plan was. He was so slow.

Feliciano and Ludwig just blinked. "Well, I mean, you were helping him do we figured we should too." Feliciano said and looked puzzled. Spain's weakened body was aching and he was losing it. "If you're not going to honor your word...then please put me out of my misery quickly.." He was limp and frail looking.

Romano blinked, a little surprised. They were following him? When had they ever done that. "Well I guess we should help a poor, miserable man out." he looked in a different direction, fighting back a blush. He looked back again when he blush was conquered. "well lets get moving!" He exclaimed, slapping Gerany on the shoulder, urging him to go forward. "So where is this house gonna be again?"

They were just wandering at the moment until Feliciano saw a house big enough and nice enough for them all. He bought it and Germany went in. It was already furnished and he laid Antonio on a bed to let him rest. "Why did you agree to help him?" Germany asked, curious.

"You talking to me you potatoe eatin bastard?" Romano stared blankly at Germany. He hadn't really been paying to much attention to anyone, just examining the finer details of the house.

He nodded. "Yeah. I am. I asked why you're helping the man that tried to hurt your own brother." he frowned. "I'm not sure I get why you even care about him at all. You should just shoot him."

Romano paused to think. He hadn't actually thought about why. Maybe it was because when the English attacked Spain had actually been caring, and protective. Or maybe it says someone thing else that Romano tried not to think about. "I don't know. I just felt wrong to leave him there. And we'd be worse than him if we killed him. " Feliciano wondered over, he had a surprised look on his face.
"Vee~. Brothers actually saying something smart!" Romano' expression became irritated, and he karate chopped Feli's head, causing the younger Italian to yelp out in pain,

Ludwig had a feeling that Romano just had the hits for the charming Spanish captain. He didn't see any other reason that Romano should've saved the bastard. "You really like him don't you?" He muttered. Feli just gasped dramatically at that and looked at Romano suspiciously. "Do you?" He asked, brown eyes wide with gossip and desire to know. Spain was fast asleep in the other room, almost dead in his slumber and he wouldn't be waking up for a good while.

Romano blushed like mad at the idea. "Wh-Wh-what the hell are you talking about you bastard!" Romano sputtered out. How could he think that. It was preposterous. How could Romano like the man that did such awful things to his brother, him and his crew in such a way if at all? It was out of the question! "I do not 'like' him!"

Ludwig shrugged. "I was just asking." Feli giggled. "He didn't do anything to me. He just made me pretend so you'd behave." He laughed a little. "I thought he told you that?" Ludwig glared. "You mean I worried about that this whole time and you were fine?!" He grabbed Feliciano and the little Italian squealed. "Sorry! Ek!" He ran around with Ludwig on his heels.

((Sorry I just saw the thing about wanting my art shop. Here we go))

Romano agreed with Germany for once. He's stupid brother, why didn't he tell him sooner? Leaving the two to their folly to get out of further questions, Romano sneaked off to go see if Spain was still alive, since he wasn't hearing any groans of pain.

Antonio groaned at the sounds of Feliciano screaming and Ludwig yelling something about killing him and gutting him like a fish. "Don't they ever shut up?" He complained, trying to ignore the throbbing pain.

"Not really" Romano sighed, taking a seat in a chair opposite the bed. "Feeling any better?" Romano inquired, tilting his head a little.

"Well, considering you haven't murdered me yet, I can't complain." He said pessimisticly.