Come Back? (Spain)
"Do you think today will be the day Roma. . . ?" Antonio asked.
Romano, or Lovino took a bite out of his tomato. "I don't know! Why are you asking me jerk bastard?! And don't call me that! I'm not a baby anymore!"
Spain or Antonio laughed at his younger brother's outburst. It cheered him up for a second, then he went back to thinking about (Country Name). His head dropped as he gazed out the window.
"Hey jerk bastard? You need to stop thinking about her. . ."
"Si, I know. . . i just can't, don't you miss _____ too?"
Romano hung his head. "So what if I do?"
"It's nothing to be ashamed of Roma. . ." Antonio sighed.
"And that's another thing, you need to stop looking out that window, she said she would come back. Just stop waiting jerk bastard!"
"But what if she forgot?"
"Wouldn't that be a good thing?" Romano asked.
"Why would it be a good thing?"
"Well you were a jerk bastard pirate, but now you're less of a jerk bastard."
Antonio smiled. "Thanks Romano~!"
"No seriously, she probably still thinks you're ruthless Captain Carriedo." Romano stated.
"You think so?"
"Si, I don't think anyone ever told her. You sure as hell didn't. And how do we even know if she's still alive and well?"
"Don't say that, I know she's OK, I just know it!"
Romano shrugged. "Are you sure?"
"Well you do remember how she beat me at sword fighting don't you? She could've killed me right then and there!"
"True."
*Cue Le Flash Back (Pirate Times)*
"Time to wake up your highness!" One of the crew members spat with a chuckle outside your door.
Rolling your sparkling (e/c) eyes, you got up out of the hay pile you called a bed for now. Your ankle-length dress making a swish noise as the fancy fabric rubbed against itself.
You sighed at the puffy thing, which you didn't like, and went into your satchel to grab 2 items. Scissors and a golden sword!
You smiled as you cut the dress to mid-thigh length, showing off your black knee high boots, and walked outside the door.
The smell of alcohol and BO filled your nose.
Then you spotted who you were looking for. Antonio.
"Ah (Country Name)~!"
You rolled your eyes and flipped some (h/c) hair out of your face. "Spain." You greeted with no enthusiasm.
Antonio jumped off the captains deck landing with a crack! of the old wood beneath his brown leather boots. "I see you ruined the dress I bought you. . ."
"I didn't ruin it, I modified it. That dress simply would not hold up for what I wish to perform~"
"And what do you wish to perform _____?"
You unsheathed your sword. "I wish to fight you Antonio. I win, you leave me and my country alone."
Antonio raised and eyebrow. "Oh? And if I win dearest desert flower~?" He smirked.
"I will do as you wish." You stated with no emotion.
Antonio chuckled. "Ooh, I like the sound of that chica~" He licked his lips, narrowed his green eyes, and pulled out his sword. "Shall we begin? I'd like to claim my reward sooner than later."
"In your dreams Spain."
"Every night (Country Name)~"
You rolled your eyes once more. "You disgust me."
"And you arouse me~"
Without another word, you advanced your sword, metal on metal.
Clang! Clank! "You're *clank!* going down *clang!* Spain!" You growled.
"You put up *clank!* quite a fight chica! *clang!* I like it when they *clink!* fight~!"
"What *clank!* happened to the *clink!* Antonio I know and *clang!* love?!" You demanded.
"He's still here desert flower~ *clang!* Any time, any *clink!* place~!" Antonio purred.
You shook you're head. "No." With one last swipe of your sword, Antonio's went flying in the air and landed in your hands leaving him defenceless. "He's not."
You pointed both swords at Antonio. "I'm leaving now Antonio, and until you change. . ." You stabbed Spain's sword into the deck. ". . . I won't be coming back."
With that, you put your sword back in your sheath, and walked to the side of the ship.
You Jumped off and disappeared into the blue ocean right in front of Antonio's shocked eyes.
*End Le Flash Back*
"But I have changed! Why won't she come back?"
"I don't know. Maybe the ragazza moved on already?" Romano shrugged.
"No, I don't think so. . ."
"And why not jerk bastard?"
"I saw the hurt in her eyes." Antonio stated.
"Then maybe she physically can't?" Romano said.
"What do you mean?" Antonio asked.
"Maybe she's a prisioner to another country?"
"Si, maybe. But what country?"
Romano took another bite of his tomato. "Why the f*uck are you asking me jerk bastard?!"
"I see your vocabulary is still colorful Romano."
Antonio and Romano both turned and made eye contact with a (h/l) (h/c) haired girl with (e/c) eyes that shined in the sun.
"I'm sorry I didn't knock, the door was open so I let myself in."
"__-_____?" Romano stuttered. You smiled. "I missed you ragazza!"
Romano ran into your arms, you hugged him back. "You've gotten big, my little Romano isn't so little anymore!"
"__-____!" He cried.
"It's alright Romano, you don't have to cry."
"I missed you so much mom!"
You froze. Mom? Sure, when Antonio was a cruel pirate, you stayed with Romano and cared for him, and when you left he was heartbroken. So you were basically his mother.
"I missed you too. Shh, it's alright. . ." You cooed and rubbed his head, avoiding his curl.
Romano let go go of you. "s-sorry _____. . ."
You smiled again. "It's fine Romano."
"_____ I-I-" Antonio stuttered.
"-Just shut up and kiss me Antonio~" You interrupted.
Antonio smiled and leaned into kiss you. Your lips connected and Antonio tasted like tomatoes.
"_____, I'm so sorry chica."
"I told you I'd be back Antonio." You smiled. "I love you."
"I love you too _____."
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