Hello. I hope you enjoy my story. This is part of a group of four fanfictions. This piece focuses on Antonio and Lovino. The companion pieces will focus on Feliciano and Ludwig; Gilbert and Elizabeta; and Francis and Arthur. It won't be necessary to read the companion pieces, but it will enhance the story. I will try to update as often as I can, but I can' promise anything. Please leave reviews and comments. I like constructive criticism, but please don't be too mean. This is my first fanfiction. Thank you for reading.

Chapter 1

Lovino looked at his brother with pleading eyes. "Please," he said leaving out any expletives he felt inclined to say. "It won't hurt to look." Of course, he knew that Feliciano would be opposed to breaking their grandfather's rules. Feliciano may have been curious, but above all other things he was obedient. He didn't like conflict and, to be honest, it didn't suit him.

"You heard Grandpa Roma. We're not allowed anywhere near the ports. You could get kidnapped by pirates," the young boy said shuddering at the thought. Despite this, Lovino could tell that his brother wanted this just as much as he did.

"No fucking pirates would dare kidnap my little brother," Lovino assured with a grin. He would do anything to protect his brother even if they were only a year apart in age.

The younger Italian hesitated seeming to think of the consequences before finally giving in. "Fine, but if anything happens, I'm going to tell Grandpa that it was your idea."

Without waiting a moment longer, Lovino was out the door and heading for the docks. He hadn't even realized that he had forgotten to grab his coat until he turned to face Feliciano. He still didn't seem the happiest as he struggled out the door with both of their coats in hand.

"Sbrigati!" Lovino exclaimed only for Feliciano to attempt to run after him and trip on his untied shoelaces.

Feeling slightly guilty, he ran back to help his brother up before he could start crying. For someone who was the age of fourteen, he cried a lot. Most people just assumed that he was younger than he was because of his habit of bursting into tears over even the smallest of things. Lovino took his coat and tried to ignore his brother's sniffles as he waited for him to get ready.

When he was finally fully dressed, they ran off in the direction of the port. Lovino tried to push back the feeling of excitement that bubbled up inside him, but he had always longed for adventure and he found that the seas had been calling to him for some time.

Antonio watched as the shore grew closer. He looked over at the man steering his ship and nodded. It was getting late and this was as good a place as any to dock for the night. Not to mention, he had been to this port a good many times and had enjoyed good food, good spirits,b and good company every time. If nothing else, the Italians knew how to be good hosts.

"Prepare to dock, boys," he yelled loud enough for everyone to hear. "We'll be stopping here for the night. Mind you keep your selves out of trouble and don't be fooled. The señoritas here expect gentlemen and so do I."

The crew cheered at the mention of getting off of the boat after months of being stuck aboard. He could hear their groans at the last comment, but he was used to it. His crew were expected to treat others, especially woman, with respect. Just because they were privateers, didn't mean they had to act like them.

He merely chuckled slightly before turning to his first mate. "Keep an eye on them, would you, Carlos?"

The man nodded and Antonio smiled. It was one less thing that he had to worry about. He had some business of his own to attend to while he was on land. After all, ships didn't supply themselves and he didn't want to make any of his crew have to gather the supplies when they could be enjoying a much needed break.

It only took a few more minutes for them to reach the docks and situate their boat among the others that littered the coast. He watched as the men worked in hurried pace to get the boat secured for the night before heading off to their various destinations. A few of the newer members of the crew remained to keep an eye on the ship, enjoying a bottle of wine courtesy of the captain.

Antonio stepped off of the boat and headed to his usual destination when he arrived in the city, a large general store that made most of its profits off of supplying the ships that stopped there. Just before reaching the shop, he was nearly mowed down by two young Italians with auburn hair and golden eyes.

"Mi scusi," one of the two shouted back before disappearing around the corner. The other one seemed to merely mutter a couple of profanities under his breath, but didn't actually say anything to Antonio himself. The Spaniard merely shook his head and laughed to himself. It had been far too long since he had been that carefree. At times, he felt so much older than his age of 23.

Sbrigati (Italian)- Hurry up

Señoritas (Spanish)- Young unmarried woman

Mi scusi (Italian)- I'm sorry