Chapter 10

"Mon Dieu! W'at is zis!?"

"Oh Francis! Thank god!" Liz ran straight into Francis' arms giving him a deadly bear hug. No seriously, I've been subject to a few of them, you can't breathe. She let him go when his face was just starting to go blue.

"We were attacked, Lovi, Peter, Lili and I were the only ones to escape that I know of. We've been in that boat for days!" Liz was kinda hysterical, I told he she shouldn't drink the seawater. He rubbed her back soothingly.

"Don't fret mon cher, we will take good care of you." I noticed Francis' hands were rubbing lower and lower down Liz's back.

"Touch my arse and you're dead Francis." Liz said menacingly.

"Wouldn't dream of it Elizabeta." The Frenchman said innocently.

There then was a whole argument between them and the rest passed as a blur. Before I knew it I was sitting at a long table surrounded by friends and strangers; all laughing and drinking like nothing happened. I don't know why but it made me angry, everyone having a good time while I was in so much pain. Not that I showed it on my face.

"So Peter, 'ow come you ran away from 'ome to become a pirate?" Francis asked peter sitting next to me. After another bite he answered.

"My jerk father was never home and my mum was sick, whenever he was home he ignored both of us and left as soon as he could. When mother died he sent me a letter that he wouldn't be coming home, the jerk, and I was to go to boarding school! That's why ran away and changed my name from Kirkland." I KNEW IT! I knew they were related!

The whole table was silent.

"Kirkland, as in Art'ur Kirkland?"

"Yep." Everyone was looking at Francis, who dabbed at his chin delicately with his napkin.

"Please excuse me, I t'ink I shall retire for ze evening." He threw his napkin down onto his plate and left. As soon as he was gone, everyone spoke in hurried whispers; Peter kept eating.

That night, after dinner, I snuck out of bed and made my way to the other side of the ship.

"Francis?" I closed the door to his quarters quietly behind me.

"Oh, Mon amour, w'at is et? You decided to accept my offer?" He purred the words and looked at me expectantly, his face flushed. I could almost see the steam blowing out of his nose, or maybe a nosebleed.

"Don't look at me like that pervert! I just came to talk." My face heated up a little anyway, and I moved over to an armchair close by, but I didn't want to sit down I was too nervous.

"W'at did you want to talk about zen?" I didn't answer right away, but watched him as he lay down on his silk sheets what some people would call suggestively.

"You were in love with him, weren't you?" His small smile flicked to one of confusion.

"Excuse moi?"

"Arthur, I mean." He seemed to get it then, his mouth forming a small 'O' in understanding, but then his face dropped. He stared at the purple sheets for a good minute in silence before he looked up.

"Oui, I was, and still am." My face heated up again, but with anger this time.

"Then why did you leave him!?" I yelled at him, unconsciously took a few steps forward, now glaring at him a foot away. He was silent again, for once.

"'e deserves someone better zan me, I am a low-life pirate, and 'e 'as to kill me anyway." He rubbed his hands over his face, suddenly looking much older.

"But he loves you!"

"Oui, I know." I'd had enough, I slapped him. Whoops.

"Listen to me you ungrateful little fuck, there is a man out there, who loves you. Despite how much everyone else wants to strangle you! I've lost Antonio, probably the only person who could ever love me. And it hurts. The French believe in love right? So suck it up and go to him, you lame excuse for a Frenchman!" Finished with my little rant I stormed out of his room, crying, and went to bed.

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Two months later Francis smuggled us into London, Liz took Lili to Switzerland to find her long lost uncle and then went to find Roderich's family in Austria. Peter was adopted by a scary looking man who barely said a word, but he writes often and seems happy. When Liz came back, she ended up marring Gilbert, the poor guy must have a hard skull, the amount of times I've seen Liz hit him with a fry pan. I heard a rumour that The Britannia and The Angleterre had an epic showdown; and that both captains died... Yeah right! I bet those two are living happily in a small town in the middle of nowhere fucking each other's brains out.

Seems like everyone lived happily ever after.

Except me.

It's been three years.

Over three years actually.

Damned sunlight mocking me to get up, shining right on my face through the thin curtains.

I live alone in Grandpa's villa in Italy; well not really alone, my brother gave me this stupid brown cat. He found it but Ludwig said they couldn't keep it because their dogs would eat it. It doesn't even have a name, so it mostly loiters around and eats the mice; occasionally we cross paths and have a staring contest.

Speaking of my brother, he and Ludwig are still together as much as I hate it; yeah I accepted him before but I still don't like him. Potato bastard.

Feli and Liz pop by frequently to make sure I haven't killed myself or something stupid like that. They're worried for me, I don't blame them. I won't be the first to admit my aggression towards people has gotten worse, I don't want people around, I just want to be alone.

But then again I need food, and money. So I take monthly tips into the village nearby to get my supplies and to sell the tomatoes I've been growing. They remind me of him, but what doesn't really? I'm constantly comparing green to his eyes, or is someone laughs I think 'not as beautiful as his'. My heart stops whenever I see someone that looks like him, and then breaks all over again when I realize its not.

But what is most infuriating is that I don't know if he really is dead, if he's trapped somewhere, or better yet, forgot about me and moved on?

I feel like I never really told him 'I love you' enough. I said it like, twice? Maybe he thought I didn't love him so he never bothered to come back. He probably married some big-breasted, bouncy woman and had seven hundred children. I'd rather that than him finding another man. One that smiled all the time like him, laughed, doesn't scowl, never insults him and says 'I love you' at random moments just like he does... I need to hit something.

Oh, and let's not forget he could be dead. It's not like I sit out on the terrace every afternoon waiting for a dead man to walk through the gate, smile, and say he's back. Because that would make me crazy.

Arrrgh! He's not even here and he's ruining my life! It's so frustrating! I want to hate him, forget him and move on... but who am I kidding! I love him, I miss him, and everyday I wake up without him, I want to cry, break something, then cry again.

"Good morning Antonio." I kiss the heavy pendant around my neck. Ever since he's been gone, the weight of it seems to symbolize the weight in my heart whenever I think about him. Well, I gotta get up, the house is filthy and I'm the only one who gives a fuck. But mostly I need to pee.

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"Shit!" I jump out of the way before the huge bookcase falls down and squashes me to death. I clutch my broom and watch as the dust cloud settles, my heart pounding in my ears.

"I just wanted to fucking clean! Is that ok with you!" I yell at whatever high and mighty deity is out there, slamming my broom on the marble floor and kicking the old wood, barely budging it. The universe fucking hates me, it's all like: 'Oh hey, here's the perfect guy who will put up with you and your shit. Oh wait, never mind, I'll just take him back!'. Some dust must have gotten in my eyes, they were all wet. Started picking up the books scattered around, a piece of paper fell out of one called 'The Legend of Rome', when I turned it over; it was a small sketch.

"Grandpa?" In the sketch, there was a tall man holding two young boys, one was smiling happily waving at the artist, the other was frowning and clutching onto the man's shirt. I don't remember this? I opened the book to the second page and my heart stopped. It was the symbol, two boys underneath a female wolf. I flipped the pages again and read:

'The Legend of Romulus and Remus

Rhea was married to Mars, the Roman god of war. Rhea had twin sons. She loved her boys, but there were plots afoot by other gods and goddesses to harm her father, herself, her husband, and her children. To protect the boys, she set them adrift on the river, hoping someone would find them. Who would not love such beautiful boys?

Sure enough, first they were found by a she-wolf who fed them. Then a shepherd and his wife adopted the boys.

As the twins grew older, they decided they did not want to take care of sheep. They wanted to be kings. They decided to build a city on the shores of the Tiber. They both wanted to be the only king. They quarrelled. In a fit of rage, Romulus picked up a rock, killed his brother, and made himself king.'

Well, it wasn't exactly like that, but that's what I got from it. I looked at the sketch again, sure enough, Grandpa was wearing the same pendant I had around my neck now. But that means...

"Grandpa was a pirate!? That bastard!" I threw the book as hard as I could and it landed on the other side of the room, which is really big! I fumed for a little while, pacing the long mahogany desk behind me. I stopped in the middle and turned to look at the damage I've made.

"That's enough cleaning today." I simply said and stormed out of the study. I needed some air.

As usual it was sunny, I didn't know where I was going, I was just walking. Soon enough I found myself under the old olive tree; it hadn't grown fruit for many years but it still made me feel safe. I sat down underneath it, my back resting on the trunk. It's sad but I always end up here on my really bad days when everything is just too much. I look up at the sky, looks like it's going to rain this afternoon... that was my last coherent thought before I fell asleep.

When I woke up, the sun was gone and a hash icy wind was blowing. I got to my feet quickly, though my muscles were stiff and cold. I started towards the house, and of course it started pissing down rain. It was fucking freezing, I ran through the rain up to the house, when I got inside and closed the door it was silent. I couldn't even hear the rain outside. I needed to get the wet clothes off so I started stripping in the hallway; I was in only my underwear and halfway up the stairs. Water was dripping from my hair onto my shoulders making me shiver as it ran down my back, when there was a knock on the door. I froze, I must have imagined it.

There it was again! I spun around; there was a shadow person behind the glass of the door. This wasn't real, it can't be happening, it's a dream, a nightmare. I'm going to wake up under that damn tree and cry my eyes out. This was cruel, why wasn't I waking up? I crept back down the stairs; they knocked again, harder this time, longer. The house seemed so much bigger as I walked across the hall; my breathing was rough, it sounded so loud in the empty house. I put my hand on the handle but I couldn't open the door. They didn't knock again, I watched the shadow turn away. Heavy, uneven footsteps grew fainter. My heart was screaming at me to open the door, I had to know! But what if it wasn't him? my heart cant take that, it would kill me. But, if it was...

I opened the door a crack, the footsteps stopped, I couldn't see them, but I couldn't open the door more. It was like I used all my strength to open it. The shadow moved closer again, my heart was in my throat and I couldn't breathe. The door was pushed in, it was dark and I couldn't see.

"Lovi." I was dead. I knew it; I died on that ship three years ago and all this was a horrible nightmare. The voice was so real, I reached out. He even felt real. I couldn't stand anymore. Literally, I fell down and he tried to catch me but fell over too.

"Lovi! Lovi, are you ok!? Say something!" I giggled.

"Your voice is so cute when you're worried. It goes all high." I giggled again, he was looking at me like I'd gone mad. "Too bad none of this is real." I sighed and snuggled into his arms.

"It is real, I'm right here, and I'll never leave you. If you still want me." I shook my head in his chest, it was wet from the rain, but still warm and smelled like he used to.

"No, if it really was you, you would have kissed me already." He laughed, just the way I remembered it.

"Here." He grabbed my hand and held it to his chest; I could feel his warm heart beating through his thick jacket.

"Tell me I'm not real." He teased pulling me in to straddle his lap, caressing my face so tenderly, but his hands were rougher than I remembered.

"You're not real." I whispered. His hands rested on my hips and he started to kiss and suck my neck.

"Say it again." He commanded huskily into my throat, the warmth and vibrations made me shudder.

"You're not, nnh... Real." I moaned. It really did feel real; either way I'm going to enjoy it as much as I can. I twisted my fingers into the back of his hair, it was short now, I clawed at his scalp and he moaned in appreciation. His big hat was annoying me so I took it off and gasped.

"Toni! What happened to you!?" There was a huge scar down the right side of his face, from his eyebrow, down his tan cheek, past his chin and onto his neck. I ran my fingers down the valley in his beautiful face; he winced and grabbed my wrist, moving it away from his face.

"Sadiq, it was a parting gift." My nails dug into his shoulder at the mention of the Turk. He held me close in a soothing way, but also for his own comfort.

"What did he do to you? Does it still hurt? I swear I will kill that fucking monster."

"No, he's gone. Probably back to hell where he came from. Promise me you won't go looking for him Lovi, promise me." He searched my eyes desperately, I don't know what happened to him, but he looked... Broken.

"Why does that sound like you're leaving me..." My eyes were burning with hot tears, but the most pain was coming from my heart. Even in my dreams he was leaving me.

"I'm... Not the same anymore Lovi. I'm not able to look after you like I used to. I can't protect you and I look hideous. You should forget about me and find someone who's not... defective. I just wanted to see you, at least one last time." He made a move to get up but I clamped my thighs on his hips.

"Forget you? What do you think I've been trying to do for the last three years!? Practicing my knitting!? You really think I'm so vain I'd stop loving you because of a tiny fucking scar? I've had bigger blisters than that! And who says I need you to protect me? I can protect you now." I banged my forehead into his and nuzzled against it.

"The scars only half of it Lovi..."

"What else is there? A splinter?" I laughed softly.

"I can't use my leg."

"... What?"

"A bullet ripped right through my calf, I have to walk with a cane for the rest of my life. It almost had to be amputated Lovi!" His voice was breaking, his eyes becoming glossier in the limited light.

"I'm not good enough for you anymore, you should just forget about..." I pulled him into a kiss to shut him up. He responded immediately, but I pulled away.

"I love you. No one else. And even if I tried, it would still be you. So you better get over it because you will never be able to get rid of me." I forced our lips together again before he could speak.

He cradled the back of my head in his hands and pulled me in deeper. I opened my mouth and he immediately dived in and sucked on my tongue. He rubbed circles into the small dimples at the end of my back; he shifted a little causing our arousals to brush one another. We both moaned at the action and I deliberately bucked again, he moved his lips down to my erect nipples and kissed them lightly. The slightest touch had my head flinging back and moaning shamelessly.

"L-lets go upstairs, ah, I don't w-want to do it on the, mmnh, marble."

"You'll have to help me. I can't make it on my own." He panted.

When we finally entered my room, Antonio all but collapsed on the bed. He really was pretty useless with that bad leg. When I caught my breath enough, I crawled onto the bed and sat on his stomach, ripping open his shirt despite his protests.

"Wai- Lovi! That was my only shirt!" He whined.

"That's fine, it's just a dream. You'll be gone in the morning. And right now you don't need one." I smiled mischievously, bending down and kissing his neck. I found a particularly sensitive spot, where his earlobe connected to his jaw. Antonio's moans weren't helping the situation in my pants.

"I missed you so fucking much. Don't ever leave me alone again, you bastard. I love you, I love you so much, ti amo." I buried my face in his shoulder, causing the words to be muffled; but he seemed to understand. Right now I didn't really care if I was embarrassing myself, I didn't want to wake up and lose him again. He wrapped a strong arm around me and pulled me flush up against him as I fought back tears.

"Oh mi tomate, I have no intention of leaving your side again. You can attack, insult and yell at me all you want; it will never change how much I love you. Besides, you're still wearing the pendant I gave you, so I never really left." He stroked the back of my hair, like countless times before. Suddenly sparks raced through my blood-stream, and I swear I saw white.

"Ah!~ W-what did y-you do?" I panted.

"I'm sorry! I only touched this cute little curl."

"Do it again." I ordered desperately. When he complied, I felt the same burning heat that travelled directly to my groin

"AH!~" Antonio caught on when he felt my body trembling. He snaked his hand down to the hem of my underwear and teasingly slipped is hand in to cup my arse, squeezing it playfully. I moaned wantonly, my pride jumping right out the window. I grabbed his other hand and sucked on three of his long, tan fingers, thoroughly coating them in saliva. I popped them out, little strings of spit trailing between my lips and his wet digits. Not entirely stupid as I make him out to be, he immediately kissed my plump lips and trailed the warm appendages down my spine before circling my entrance and pulling my curl. I lifted my arse a little while he moved the first finger in and out.

"You're so tight Lovi. You haven't done this with anyone else?"

"O-of course not! Ahh... Nnh..." Fucking Spaniard found my prostate straight away, and there was no way I could hold my voice back now. I pushed back against his delicious fingers and my stomach began to coil.

"Ahhh, I need you nnh-ow, ah, Toni!" We both struggled frantically with our remaining clothes. I was sitting on top of him. I stroked Antonio to full hardness and hovered above the tip. His eyes were comically wide when he realized what I was about to do, I lowered myself, having the head nudge at my entrance making me shudder. I pushed down further, until the whole head was inside me; Antonio was panting and wincing with his eyes closed and his head bent forward resting against mine. I have no idea why he was acting like he was the one in pain; try having a cock shoved up your arse. I slowly impaled myself on his throbbing erection; when he was finally all the way in I took a moment to adjust. Right now his hands were fisted in the sheets, his knuckles white with the strain; I assumed it was taking all his self-restraint not to flip us over and pound me into the bed.

As I lifted myself up, my legs were shaking; I pushed down on his shoulders. He helped by grabbing onto my hips and lifting me up, on my way back down he gripped my hips so hard I knew they would bruise. He ran his hands all over my body, and everywhere he touched burned and had me clamping down on his manhood. I had my arms around his neck, hugging him close and he grabbed my thighs and helped me move again. Every thrust had me screaming some obscurity, my bastards name or to a god I haven't believed in since I was young. Antonio was mumbling things in Spanish in my ear and I had no idea what he was saying but the way it came out in harsh rugged breaths turned me on to no end. He wrapped his strong and comforting arms around my waist and brought our lips together in a soft but desperate kiss. I slammed my hips down onto his pulsing cock hitting at just the right angle to hit my prostate and my eyes rolled. We had to break the kiss for him to gasp and I whimpered.

"AH~ fuck, Tonio, mmn, NNH! I'm gonna c-ah!" He looked at me with those amazing green eyes; I threw my head back as the first wave of my orgasm shook my body. He licked up the side of my neck and I felt him swell up inside of me. He filled me with his hot seed and growled possessively, crushing me into his chest. We lay panting for several minutes before he slipped out of me and laid me next to him, cradling my head in his arms. I slipped my arms around his waist and rubbed our noses together, before planting a shy kiss on those perfect lips.

"Go to sleep mi amor." Antonio whispered against my own lips.

"If I go to sleep, I'd have to wake up. I don't want… you… to… go." Despite my best efforts I fell asleep listening to that bastard chuckling.

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Fucking useless curtains. Aren't you supposed to block the sun, not let it shine in and wake me up at some ungodly hour before noon? I snuggled back into the blankets and groaned. I was really stiff, and my back was whining like a bitch. What the hell did I do yesterday? I felt like I'd been pulling weeds all day. Which is ridiculous 'cause I did that last week. Just as I was about to fall back to sleep, I heard a door close somewhere down the hall. I jumped out of bed and cursed, then limped over to my dresser and grabbed the gun I kept there. I bet it's the stupid Mafioso again, trying to steal my share of grandpa's inheritance. I swear I am going to kill those bastards. I was wrapped in only the sheet from the bed and my hair was a complete mess, I suddenly noticed that there were bruises on my arms. What the hell had I done to myself? The door opened a crack and the intruder stepped into the room.

"A-Antonio!?" He rubbed his eyes and smiled.

"Oh, Lovi you're awa-" I dropped the gun and launched myself at him, cutting him off, before snatching his face and kissing him repeatedly.

"You're here! Mnh! You're really here! Mnh nnnh!" I shouted in between kisses. And that was when last night all came back to me. Antonio was looking at me anxiously since I'd suddenly stopped; my face was slowly getting redder the more I remembered. Again, not a morning person.

"Ouch, ow! Lovi, what's the matter!?" He winced and tried to block my frantic slaps and punches.

"You bastard! What took you so fucking long! Three Goddam years! Did you swim all the fucking way!?" He finally restrained my arms and I was breathless. When he saw my tear stained cheeks he pulled me into his arms and held me there while I sobbed into his chest. When I'd mostly stopped I looked up at him, and for the first time in over three years, smiled.

"Te amo, you stupid, tomato-loving bastard." I blushed, hiding my face in his bare chest again. He grinned back and kissed the top of my head.

"Ti amo, my cute little tomate."

A/N: That's it guys the stories over! But don't worry! One more chapter for Antonio's history then you can cry. I hope I tied up all the loose ends, only one I think I didn't mention was Sadiq... I don't really know what happened to him... Haha that sounds silly since I made everything up!

Almost 10,000 views guuuuyyyyyss! I never would have believed it! The only problem is that my parents want to read my super-amazing story and I'm all: No.

I take no credit for the legend of Romulus and Remus bit, I copied it from mrdonn . org