Spain's Prisoner 3

Romano woke up as his body rocked back and forth as the waves crashed against the ship roughly. His half-awake mind was bothered by a horrible headache and his body ached. Sweat strained his tan skin and he could feel the warmth of a blush on his cheeks still. Where was he…?

He rolled on his side, only getting a sharp pain from his vital regions coming back up and shooting through his spine. He groaned, still unsure what had happened to cause his body to be so sore and sticky from sweat. It wasn't that hot where ever he was, so he wasn't sure why he was like this.

He sat up, despite the pain, and glanced around, nothing being familiar. This wasn't his room…no…this was…He gasped, the rush of everything that happened crashing into him like the waves outside. "Dammit, Bastard!"

Romano felt small, warm tears well up in his hazel eyes as he kept glancing around for anything that would tell him this wasn't real. He wasn't in Captain Antonio's room and last night he hadn't been…No! He shook his head, the tears overflowing onto his rosy cheeks.

"You're up, I see." Romano heard a soft voice say, obviously that damn pirate addressing him. He was already dressed in his Captain clothes. The same coat, hat and boots as yesterday, pretty much was what it was. Obviously he had been up already and gone somewhere, only to come back to an awaken Romano.

"D-Damn you…" Romano muttered, his body trembling, moving as far away from the man that walked through the door as possible. His back pressed against the wall and he kept the blanket on him to cover his naked body. He shot glares at the Spaniard though he couldn't stop the tears.

"Aw, Roma, what's the matter?" Spain asked as if he didn't know. His green eyes filled with a soft gentleness that Romano never expected from a pirate. But after last night, he didn't trust it either. "What?" Spain continued, still stepping forward until he was on the bed with the boy. "You act as if you've never been punished before. That would be lying, Roma. But…from what I can gather, that was your first time having-"

"Shut up and go to hell!" Romano spattered, interrupting the man, not wanting to hear him anymore.

"Well, I'm sorry for having to punish you on your first night here, but hurry up and get dressed so we can go to the mess hall." Spain told him, moving off the bed, which eased the Italian until he saw him go over to a closet and rummage through it.

"Ah, here it is!" He rang in a sing-song kind of voice and turned around to face Romano, holding a pink dress, fitted with a white apron and little white bonnet thing just his size. "This is for you to wear, Romano. This way everyone will know you are my servant." Spain laughed some at the horror in the boy's face.

"I will not!"

Spain's face fell, his eyes hardened on the boy that still sat there away from him, huddled together in terror. "What?"

"I-I won't wear that! It's a dress! Dresses are for women! I will not!"'

Spain shifted on his feet so his weight was put on the other, thinking silently to himself. The quiet ate away at Romano as he sat there, but he shrieked as Span started walking towards him again, still holding the dress with one hand.

"Ah! Ah, B-Bastard! W-What are you-No!" Romano shouted, though obviously no one came to help. Even if he was heard no one cared. They knew from the voice that was making so much fuss (just like they had last night) and knew it was the Captain's deal.

Spain held onto Romano's wrists with one hand while the other was busily pulling away the blanket from over him. Once that was done, he let the boy have his arms back but not for long before he had the dress pulled over his head. This only resulted in an angrier Romano though and he tried pulling it off once he found out it was on.

"Don't you dare take it off!" Antonio snapped, smacking the boy across the head (though not nearly as hard as he could have) and grabbed his curl. "I know you don't want to have to be punished again, but I don't mind it if I have to. We'll just be a bit late for breakfast." This made Romano stop all his cursing and wiggling about so instead, he stared up at the larger man with fright though he tried to pull his face into a proud kind of pose.

Antonio grinned triumphantly and tied the bonnet with a bow on his cinnamon hair. "There…" He spoke to himself, pulling his hands away from the trembling boy's head. As he looked down though he found Romano starting to cry again, though he held his proud expression Spain knew he couldn't stop his tears from flowing down his face. It was kind of cute, actually. "Oh come no, Roma. Calm down, mi amor. Come on, let's get your socks and shoes on then we'll go eat." He spoke gently again, wiping tears from the boy's face with his thumb as he climbed off him to get his shoes.

Romano hated when he did that. Not only threaten him, but when he did, afterwards he'd go back to that gentle, light-hearted fellow again with a big, stupid grin on his face. He looked down at himself through his watery eyes, staring with disgust at the rosy dress and snowy apron. His hand went up and felt the girly cap on his head. His ran over the frills before they did the ones on the apron and dress.

Spain came back with two shiny, black shoes and white socks that would go up to the end of the dress at his mid-calves.

"Here we go." Romano heard him say as he slipped on the last shoe, having already put on the socks and other shoe. "Now hurry up, I'm starving…" He said, grabbing the tan boy by his arm and pulling him up, holding him until he got his legs situated as he wobbled and stumbled from the vital region pain and soreness still a little bit. Once he was able to stand on his own, Spain smiled and led him out of the room towards the mess hall for breakfast.