Chapter 6

The next morning, Lovino awoke to tear-crusted eyes and the sun's rays blinding him through the curtains. He groaned and buried his head deeper into the crème-colored sheets, the warmth of the body next to him giving him a comfort he thought he hadn't felt in months.

Wait.

The Italian shot up from the bed, yelping loudly, and fell back onto the floor with a distinct thud. It took him a moment to reorient himself, and when he did, his eyes widened in a heart-pounding shock.

He was home.

Immaculately cream and white-colored furnishings, the curtains billowing in a slight breeze that wafted through the penthouse window, his alarm clock, showing an analog time of nine thirty-four in the morning. Lovino looked down at himself and noticed he was naked. He'd been naked the night he was transported back in time. His head was killing him. He'd been drinking… swallowing wine like a fish does water. His gaze tentatively flicked back to the bed, where the warm downy blankets fluffed themselves over another being. Lovino sat up, crawled across the mattress, and, hesitating only slightly, pulled the sheets back.

Antonio was asleep, snoring loudly and burrowing himself further into the warmth Lovino had pulled from him.

"Mmmm, Lovi," the Spaniard whined, "'S too early…"

The smaller man clamped a hand over his mouth as tears began to flow once again. He was home. Antonio was there, he was alive, he was being stupidly immature at an early hour of the morning. It was Lovino's Antonio.

"Ch… ch-chigi…" Lovino choked back his sobs and leapt onto the man, smothering him in kisses. "Bastardo! Ciò che è sbagliato con te! Non posso credere. Mi hai spaventato, così tanto…" He sniffed loudly, which apparently finally awoke the other.

"Lovi…?" Antonio yawned into one of the other's kisses, causing him to pull back if only for the rancid morning breath that emanated from the Spaniard's mouth. "Mi amor, what's wrong?" He sat up and held the Italian close to him as he cried.

Lovino tried to stop himself, but only managed to rein his cries into coughs and sniffles. "Y-you were dying… T-that bastardo England shot you… to get to me… I was so stupid! S-sanchez t-told me you'd be okay, but he was wrong too!" He leaned back to watch Spain's reaction and was shocked to see that the man's face was somewhat serious, if not still laden with sleep.

"Lovi… how did you know?" Antonio looked at the other with genuine curiosity and some disbelief.

"You jerk, you were there! You know what happened! I ended up on the beach, and I was stuck on your pirate ship for weeks! How else-"

"Lovi, you've been asleep."

The Italian's eyebrows furrowed. "What are you talking about?"

Antonio sighed and leaned back against the headboard, the blankets pooling around his waist. Lovino bit back a gasp at the thick scar that adorned the other's chest, just towards the middle, away from his heart. The younger had always been aware of the wound, but now, with his knowledge of days past, he knew the origin of it.

"It's true, everything you say, that I was a pirate, and if you learned anything from apparently being on the Vieques for weeks, then you know that Sanchez was my first mate. But Lovino, today is still Saturday. I got home around midnight last night and found you dead asleep. You were drinking again, I could tell." At that, Antonio smirked. "It's only been a few hours. You must have been dreaming."

Lovino froze, his jaw setting stiffly as he listened to the other. Dreaming? But it'd been so real! The blisters, the hard labor, Sanchez and the others… the feelings he had still felt for Antonio when Capitan was in charge. He couldn't believe it!

"It… but it was real… I could feel everything!" he argued, clenching his fists in the blankets. He hardly realized he had shifted in his seating and was now situated in the other man's lap.

Antonio shrugged, smiling nonchalantly. "Maybe it was a lucid dream. Usually those are the kind that you can't distinguish from reality.

"Those are big words from you, bastardo. You scared me to death! You expect me to forgive and forget because of some stupid dream! No wonder nothing added up… Between your stupid ass and my… lack of knowledge…" At this he grumbled. "It was just information being filled in…" Lovino let his voice trail off as he stared at the scar on Antonio's chest. "But how about Sanchez? I didn't know anything about him!"

The Spaniard sighed once more, turning his gaze to the window; the sun was steadily rising in the sky. "You remember him, subconsciously. You met him when I took you in when you were still Little Romano." Green eyes glittered in remembrance. "He was like the grandfather… who left you… but he stayed."

Lovino was silent for a moment. This was all making too much sense, and it killed him that he couldn't refute it. It was practically the Italian's job to shoot down everything Antonio said! But now that the evidence was piled so high, there was no way he could reject any of it. It was all true.

"I still think the pirate you was hotter. At least he wasn't as stupid as your sorry ass."

There was another lapse in conversation as Antonio took in what the other had said. Lovino paused once more, though this time, he saw something else in the Spaniard's eyes.

"Really now, querido?" Green turned to sharp emerald in an instant, and Lovino found himself against the mattress, arms held tight above his head and legs spread, beneath the deadly look of Captain Antonio Fernandez Carriedo. "Want to try me, cabin boy?"

Lovino let his fear fade quickly, and he grinned up at the other.

"Yes sir, Capitan."

Oh my GOD, WHAT IS THIS? IS THIS POSSIBLY THE LAST CHAPTER? ON THE SAME DAY! Holy crap I need a chill pill. I scared you there, didn't I? Saying it wouldn't be out 'til next week XD Pfffft. Even if it wasn't done already, I wouldn't have made you guys wait that long. That's like... blue-ball syndrome. And no one likes that.

But yeah. That's actually the end of it. SEE WHAT I MEANT WHEN EVERYTHING WOULD BE EXPLAINED? Turns out he's just a heavy sleeping drunk. Poor Lovi. XD I hope I explained it well enough though. Sorry it's so short, I didn't really know how else to go about it. That's it. Actually pretty anti-climactic XD

So yeah! I hope you guys enjoyed Wish Upon a Star, and I hope you'll continue to follow my stuffles in the future. The Third Time should be finished soon-ish, and I'm also working on a chaptered AU with some DenNor lovin'. Cause I like my gay Scandinavians, thank ye very much.

See you later, loves! -hugseveryone-