Romano was grateful for the darkness that hid the blush that creeped across his cheeks. "Why we're you th-thinking about me?" Rmoano made no attempted to help Spain, he was frozen where he was. "Bastard" he muttered softly.

Germany sighed again. Feliciano was really a lot of trouble. "You know better than to annoy Romano." he scolded.

Spain hissed. "I am NOT a bastard!" He protested, trying to stand up and failing. "Is caring about someone so wrong? How does that make me a bastard?" He couldn't see and ended up falling with his head in Romano's lap. He just sighed and rested there, unable to move.

Italy started crying. "You always scold me!" He cried. "Why can't you just he nice to me?!"

Romano remained silent. He once again used to his hand to find out what was causing the weight in his lap. He felt Spain's face, ad accidentally ran his fingers through his hair in the process. "That's not what makes you a bastard"

Germany sighed, giving up he pulled the italian into an awkward hug.

Antonio's breath hitched at the touch. He tried to ignore the tingling feeling that made him blush. "Then what, pray tell, makes me such a bastard?" He hissed. He still hadn't moved from Romano's lap and was squinting in an attempt to see him in the dark.

Italy just let the hug cover him and returned it, nuzzling Ludwig's chest with his head.

"Mostly the fact you tried to kill me" Romano retorted, resting his hand on Spain's face.

Germany broke away from the hug. "Good night. I'm going back to sleep." He walked back in the direction of his room, figuring that what just happened was really Italy bumping into Spain.

Spain felt his cheeks grow hot as a hand rested along his cheek. "I said I was sorry. Besides. I didn't try to kill you, I kept you captive."

Italy skipped along to follow Germany, crawling into his bed like he did so often.

"Says the stab in my side" Romano glared through the darkness.

Germany allowed Italy to remain there, but he was too tired to do anything else.

"Hey! I wasn't the one who stabbed you!" He protested. He really wanted Romano to like him, and would stop at nothing to at least make this man his beast friend. (though he wished for more that that.) He honesty had nothing else to be happy about or even live for, so he was going to use his goal to get Romano as his motivation to keep on surviving.

"No. You were the one that ordered your ship to board mine, kill all my men, and take the rest captive or throw them over board." Romano said sourly, he'd already complained before, but he didn't care. It was in his nature anyway.

He got up from his place on Romano's lap and was silent for a long moment. "If you're so damned sour about it, then go ahead and kill me! I hardly have any reason to live anymore anyway! I have no ship, no crew, no family, and the bastards I'm living with hate me and keep reminding me of how god damned horrible I am!" He'd lost it, yelling at Romano like he hadn't yelled in years.

Romano flinched away from the shouting, and stuck out a hand into the darkness. He felt Spain's hair, then felt his way to Spain's mouth and covered it. He then proceed to pull Spain back down to his lap. "SHUTTUP! I don't hate you." He said with a tired tone. Romano was just so used to complaining like this, it was almost natural for him to react like this.

He was shocked as his mouth was covered by a soft hand. That had not been the reaction he'd expected at all from a hot head like Romano. The surprise was so great, that he did exactly as he was told and shut up, laying there kind of stunned. As the stunned feeling faded, he found himself crying, soft strangled sobs filling the silence, then he laughed at himself for beig do pitiful, which in turn made him cry again. He was no pirate anymore. His men had seen it even before the attack on the ship. He'd been getting soft as years went by, and now he was just a lonely, confused man.

Romano heard Spain sniffing and shaking a little underneath his hands. "Oi... Are you... Are you crying?" He asked silently, confuse by the reaction. Had Romano hurt the man's injury?

Spain tried to dry it up, but failed. "No. Of coarse not." He demanded, but his own shaking voice betrayed him. "I'm fine." He insisted, still haunted by the fact that he'd lost everything he'd cared about all in the matter of a few days. He hadn't been ready for such a life change, but now it had happened and he'd be all alone in dealing with it.

Romano sighed, a little annoyed that a big man would cry so easily. "What's wrong?" he demanded.

Spain kind of hated Romano for even asking. "You! You are what's wrong with me! You make me a sniveling baby. You're so fucking heartless. You're certainly a true pirate, and though you call me a bastard all the time, you're the bastard. I have tried my hardest to get along with you, but you just don't want that at all. You want to hit me where it really hurts and you know just how to push my buttons and get under my skin. I want to go and drink until I'm so drunk off my ass that I stay passed out for days. And the. When I wake up, I want to go get drunk again."

Romano laughed bitterly. "See what did I tell you? So much for my great personality." It looks like what they had talked about on the row to the island, was happening exactly how Romano said it would.

He groaned. "You confuse me." He whined. "I mean, I like you. I really do, and I tried to show you, but you pushed me away. I kissed you Romano, and I certainly wasn't delirious when I did it." He hated himself for admitting that. "Ugh. I give up. Please just shoot me."

Romano blush again. Somebody actually liked him? And weren't crazy? No he must be crazy. "How weak to give up." Romano folded his arms. "Wanting to die because of a rejection. Haven't you heard of trying again you dumbass?" Romano scolded. He wasn't in love with the man, but he did like him a little, and didn't want him to die.

Spain growled. "Don't flatter yourself. You're not the only reason I want to die." He said in annoyance. "Besides. Trying again is for idiots who can't understand that they aren't wanted." he wasn't sure why he was having this argument, but it was wearing him out emotionally and physically.

Romano scrunched his nose up and frowned. Usually he'd be having this conversation with his brother, except he'd be in Spain's place, and Felicano, his. "Idiots are those who expect someone to be in love with them the next day after treating them like dirt. So I don't see what youre losing." Romano was a bit annoyed as well. He was trying to hint at something, but it looked like Spain missed it entirely, and went into the negatives.

"I don't expect anything." He mumbled, to tired to argue with Romano. "I really don't expect you to love me or even like me..or understand me at all."

"Then why are you so grumpy if you didn't expect anything frm me?" Romano was slightly confused as well, which just infuriated him more. Spain didn't making any sense.

"Because. You want to know why I'm grumpy? I have no one and nothing left in this stupid world. Everything has been stripped away from me and I have no home or family to return to. To make things worse, I've been shit and am useless until I heal." He sighed, all of the anger had left him as well as the fight.

"Then you just find new friends and family" Romano hummed. "It's just like finding a new pirate ship to hunt down." He smiled a little, knowing how much of a hypocrite he was. Romano would never leave his brother ever probably. No body else would have him.