Spains Prisoner 6

"No." The boiling Spaniard repeated in annoyance, glaring at the Brit beside him. "No."

"Ah, but why not?" The Englishman replied slyly, turning slightly on the stool as he took yet another swig of his rum. "It would benefit us both and you know that, so what is the matter with you? Too afraid of losing your precious little south Italy?"

"You do not need to know my reasoning, Kirkland! Just my answer, and my answer is no!" Antonio raised his voice threateningly though it seemed not to faze the pale man in the slightest.

"Alright, alright. No need to yell, I may be old, but I can hear fine."

"That must be a fib, since you can't seem to hear my answer and keep asking on."

"No, it isn't that, my good man. It's only, this request of mine would be highly effective for you and your beautiful country and I only want what is best for you and your little Italian. But, if your final answer is refusal, there is very little hope of becoming allies and friends of any sort, old chap, so I shall be giving you the night to think it over. I'll be back in this bar tomorrow night, when you have your last answer." He ignored the hate in the green eyes of the Spanish man as he had his tan fists clenched and teeth gritted together roughly. Without another word or waiting for the heated reply, he removed his English body from the stool and strode away from the bar and into the dark night, leaving the burning man to wonder about his future and his little Romano's as well.

~~~ Elsewhere~~~

Romano stared in disbelief at what the blonde sitting opposite of him just told him. "A-Attack? Burn down the building? Y-You aren't serious are you?"

Alfred looked down. He liked the time he had been playing with Romano, but he wasn't lying. "No, I'm serious. A hero never lies!"

'You are a pirate! You are no hero! Pirates aren't heroes! Get out!"

"What? But, Lovino! I am a hero! And we haven't finished the game!"

"Get out of my room, bastard! You aren't a hero! You are anything from it!" He hissed loudly, shoving the taller teen out into the humid night before slamming the door in his shocked face.

'Not…a hero…?' Alfred shivered, his blue eyes glowing suddenly in anger. "I am too the hero!" He yelled knowing the Italian could easily hear his raised voice. "I am the hero! A hero, and not some girly pansy like you!" Then he stomped off towards where Arthur had shown him where they'd be staying their nights here.

He stared at the ground as he walked, steaming over what had happened. Romano seemed to have a raging temper, but then again, Arthur had warned him about it before they confronted them in the bar. But, the boy was too much of a jerk, and though it saddened Alfred that he had just lost a new friend and he probably couldn't ever prove to him he was the hero, he wasn't sure he wanted to be around him much if he was going to be like that anyway.

Still glaring, he pushed open the door of their bedding, his gaze being met with the loving, emerald gems of Arthur's eyes.

"Hmm, what's wrong, love?" The Captain stood up, easily wrapping his arms around the boy's neck and looking at him with a satisfied grin. "I'm guessing the little brat had his melt down like expected?"

The Brit watched as the only reply he was given was a slight nod, but that was all he needed and his grin grew larger. He ran a pale hand through the fellow blonde's hair, the cowlick still sticking back up no matter how many times it was pressed down. This seemed to calm the angry boy down and he relaxed in the older nation's arms, a small, calm smile forming on his lips as he closed his eyes against him. "And you found out where they are bedding here in town?"

Another nod.

"Wonderful job, Alfred. Truly, you are the most amazing thing that has passed my way in all my years. Now, tell me where their room is and tell me what Lovino did to make you so upset…"

~~~ Elsewhere ~~~

"Stupid Antonio bastard!" Romano cried as the bedroom door opened, revealing the focused Spaniard who didn't seem to notice the damp coat he wore from the rain that had started. "That stupid American knows where we are spending the night!"

"You told him?" Spain seemed only slightly startled at first, but then realized what that meant. They were vulnerable.

Romano hesitated. "N-No…he followed me!"

"Followed you?"

"S-Si…"

"I see…" The Spaniard walked away from the closed door and sat on the bed beside the flinchy Italian after taking his wet coat and hat off. "And you wouldn't happen to know where theirs is…?"

Romano shook his head nervously.

A sigh escaped the older man but he smiled reassuringly down at Romano. "We'll be alright tonight at least."

"How would you know that! Don't lie to me, bastard! You don't know that!" Lovino cried out but was interrupted when the taller man pulled him closer against him and laid down tiredly.

"I know, Lovi. Please, trust me. For the night, we are safe." He repeated softly into the boy's auburn hair, holding his lovingly with his arms around his waist and the Italian's back against his front torso. He knew England wouldn't try anything to night. After all, he needed nothing to ruin his slim chases of Spain agreeing to his little "deal" so he wouldn't get on his bad side.

This only put Antonio in stress again as he wondered now if it was still the right thing to do to answer no to the proposition the Englishman gave him once again. It sounded good for his people, and probably Romano's too. But, it was that snake Kirkland's offer, he was bound to have a never ending wave of catches and backfires lined up around him and Lovi if he agreed.

Spain kept thinking when he heard a soft sound that sounded like quiet sobs. He opened his eyes and moved so he could see Lovino's face. It was drenched and a light pink from the mood.

"It's alright, Lovi." The Spaniard surprised the boy by still being awake and felt himself as he turned by his Captain so they faced one another.

Spain ran a hand through the thick locks of soft hair on Romano's head and wrapped his other hand back around his lower back. He knew it wasn't just fright that gnawed hungrily at him. It was this whole thing. He was kidnapped, after all, and "punished" the first night. Honestly, he couldn't expect the boy to be happy…

~~~ Else Where~~~

"Ready, Alfred?" Arthur asked, his coat helping stop the cold raindrops from touching his pale skin.

"Yes, sir Captain. Ready." Came the reply and Alfred led the way.

"This is it." He told his superior after a few minutes of walking through the town, dodging anyone that was still up at this late hour. They came to a door among many, a boring little Inn. "This is where Captain Antonio and Lovino are staying."

"Perfect. Good job, love. Damn good job. And remember, right now it may seem what we are doing is wrong, but in the long run, this will enlighten a new life of discovery and give livelihood to the world!" Arthur whispered encouragingly before kneeling before the door's lock, meddling with it before hearing a soft click noise. "We're in…"

He opened the door slowly, cracking it first to make sure it's inhabitance were asleep. He watched them slumber for a few moments before standing back up and motioning Alfred forward to help him.

'Great, he has his arms around him…' Arthur grumbled in his mind, silently trying to remove the Spanish hands from the smaller Italian. When it was done, Arthur dropped the hands and motioned Alfred to do his job. The boy nodded and proceeded to gently and carefully lift the Italian into his arms without waking him.

The duo snuck quietly out of the door after Alfred gathered up their 'prize' and Arthur had left a nice note on the bed where Romano had been laid.

"Damn good job, Alfred…Damn good job indeed…" He patted the boys back as they made their way back to their own room a ways outside of town.

~~~ Morning ~~~

Spain woke up unusually groggy, uncomfortable and cold. "Lovi?" He groaned, realizing the boy wasn't in his grasp. 'Great,' he thought. 'He left to eat or something…' He sat up, but heard a crunching sound from under his hand when he placed it on the bed beside him. "A note? From Lovi…no…"

"Dearest Captain Antonio,
You need not worry of your Romano's safety and wellbeing. My Alfred and I are capable of taking good care of him while you think over our little discussion. Once you realize what you should do, we shall return your servant and we can converse the details of our new ally ship.
Good day, Captain Arthur Kirkland"

"So," Spain started lowly. "In other words. If I don't answer yes…Lovi is a goner…"