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Teules
Feb 17, 2010 23:47:15 GMT -5
Post by Spain on Feb 17, 2010 23:47:15 GMT -5
"And you can...barely walk." He replied, simply, shaking his head as if that would make the dull ache in his stomach just disappear. He shifted his navigator's position, a bit, throwing him a small smile (although the effect was ruined by the blood splattered over his tan cheeks.) and a wink. "Don't worry...I'm fine, I've had worse."
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Teules
Feb 17, 2010 23:55:52 GMT -5
Post by Portugal on Feb 17, 2010 23:55:52 GMT -5
"Put me down irmao." Despite the weakness of his voice, he still managed to hold some sense of authority. Using a tone that seemed so familiar, like he had used it before. Though he knew he had never refered to his captain by that word (out loud) before today. And yet...
A dull ache, a memory of a little boy who looked so much like a younger version of Antonio. And the haziness grew in his eyes. Afonso suddenly not fully there. "Spain... Pu-Put me down. At least... Your hurt."
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Teules
Feb 18, 2010 0:32:58 GMT -5
Post by Spain on Feb 18, 2010 0:32:58 GMT -5
Irmao? The word seemed--oddly familiar, enough, and Antonio sighed heavily, letting the other down and almost immediately stumbling backwards into Lovino and clutching his stomach. "Nngh...th-there."
He didn't even react to being called..'Spain.'
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Teules
Feb 18, 2010 1:31:46 GMT -5
Post by England on Feb 18, 2010 1:31:46 GMT -5
"Idiots, the both of you. Stupid, stubborn, idiots!" Lovi spared one last glance at the locals that had attacked them before turning his full attention back to his shipmates. Shoving the spanish man over a bit, he pulled Afonso off his shoulder and took most of the taller mans weight on himself. "You're both injured, just take it fucking easy and we'll get you back to the ship and patched up."
He said nothing as he walked away from his gun, dropped on the ground behind him, empty of bullets.
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Teules
Feb 18, 2010 17:54:27 GMT -5
Post by Portugal on Feb 18, 2010 17:54:27 GMT -5
He tried to stand on his own, but he could barely stand. Mumbling a small 'sorry' to Lovino as a result. His head was reeling. It almost felt that he was watching everything from far away. Strange, but familiar, memories running through his mind. Shaking his head, the haziness retreated from his eyes. Afonso shooting the two a small frown. "You guys... Just should have left me. You all co-could've died."
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Teules
Feb 18, 2010 22:28:02 GMT -5
Post by Spain on Feb 18, 2010 22:28:02 GMT -5
"You're...part of our crew! I can't just...leave you." The Spaniard made a face at Afonso, then smiled a little, gripping his stomach as he looked fondly over the navigator. It was funny how close they had become in the short time he had been here. At this point, he felt like they were almost brothers. "I don't...leave my crew behind. Nngh...Lovi, are we almost...there? I think seeing stars is probably a bad...thing."
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Teules
Feb 19, 2010 1:37:44 GMT -5
Post by England on Feb 19, 2010 1:37:44 GMT -5
"Oh for the love of god, Antonio - don't pass out!" Lovi, needless to say, was kinda freaked. "We're almost there - really!" if the rest of the crew would just show up before those two passed out and he was the only one to protect them from potential attacks, they were so dead. Biting his lip to try and stay calm, he shot a worried look at the off-looking spaniard. And hoped he could make it to the ship.
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Teules
Feb 19, 2010 1:47:21 GMT -5
Post by Spain on Feb 19, 2010 1:47:21 GMT -5
It wasn't until the Spaniard was dragged safely aboard his ship that he passed out, bleeding all over the deck floor. There was much commotion as the crew members of La Madre Maria hurried their injured captain to the his quarters and helped dress his wounds--when Antonio woke up what felt like hours later, he was in his own bed, bandages wrapped tightly around his midsection.
He blinked a few times; once, twice, readjusting. The cabin was cool and dark, and he didn't sense the bobbing of waves--they must have taken flight. Antonio nodded a little to himself, glad that his crew could handle themselves without him around. The Spaniard started to sit up, then winced, holding his stomach. "Ah! Dios.."
He looked to the side and nearly did a double-take. There was his first mate, his head on the bed, fast asleep. 'Has he been waiting for me...to wake up?'
Smiling, Antonio reached over with a hand and ruffled his hair, hoping to wake him up. The Spaniard's voice came out weaker than he expected--he must have been out for a while. "Lovi...?"
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Teules
Feb 19, 2010 20:09:11 GMT -5
Post by England on Feb 19, 2010 20:09:11 GMT -5
Lovino was broken out of his restless, exhausted sleep by the shifting of the bed under him and the softly spoken words of his captain. Amber eyes snapping open, he nearly jumped onto his feet with worry. "B-boss! You idiot! Lay down or you'll hurt yourself!" He pressed down as hard as he dared (which wasn't very hard at all, really) on Antonio's chest, to get him to lay back down.
Almost as an after thought, he glanced down to the foot of his captain's bed, where a cot had been set up for their injured navigator. He looked to be still very much unconscious, which was quite honestly a relief. He didn't think he could take two injured people flailing around.
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Teules
Feb 19, 2010 20:18:45 GMT -5
Post by Spain on Feb 19, 2010 20:18:45 GMT -5
Antonio gladly let the other push him back, falling against the pillow and smiling a bit as his hand came to rest on his stomach. "How's...Afonso?"
"He's still unconscious."
The Spaniard sighed. At least they had gotten him back safely. The incident probably could have been avoided if he had just--been more careful. Antonio groaned, then cracked open an eye to look at the other. "The locals didn't...give you any trouble while I was...out, did they...?"
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Teules
Feb 19, 2010 23:44:54 GMT -5
Post by England on Feb 19, 2010 23:44:54 GMT -5
Perching himself on the side of the bed, Lovi leaned down and laid beside his captain, back to him and hiding his face in the blankets. "...they were watching the ship until we took off and shot a few arrows, but other than that... no..."
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Teules
Feb 19, 2010 23:53:26 GMT -5
Post by Spain on Feb 19, 2010 23:53:26 GMT -5
He blinked, but smiled at the sudden warmth and scooched a bit closer to his first mate, a smile spreading on his face. "Good...that's good. I'm glad everyone...came out okay."
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Teules
Feb 20, 2010 0:12:55 GMT -5
Post by England on Feb 20, 2010 0:12:55 GMT -5
Lovi flipped over, one arm across to the other side of Antonio's chest, distressed look on his face. "You idiot! Stupid Spain! You got hurt!" he felt the prick of tears trying to bloom and did his best to hold them back. "What the hell is your problem!?!? Do you have any idea how worried we all were when you fucking passed out on the deck?!?! I thought you died!" and there were the tears he'd tried to hold back - had been holding back since he shot and killed that man.
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Teules
Feb 20, 2010 0:17:50 GMT -5
Post by Spain on Feb 20, 2010 0:17:50 GMT -5
Antonio blinked, a little surprised at the sudden warm weight of Lovino's arm on his chest--and then oh, he was crying, and it hit him. He had really worried him hadn't he? He lifted a hand and let it rest a top of the Italian's head, ruffling it gently through his auburn hair. "It's..fine, I protected everyone! Afonso got out safe and you...you were okay too! What's a little cut to the stomach to Boss? Haha.."
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Teules
Feb 20, 2010 19:57:11 GMT -5
Post by England on Feb 20, 2010 19:57:11 GMT -5
(joint post time!) He couldn't help it - he used his other arm to smack the spaniard on the head. "Idiot! Stupid, selfless idiot! It's not okay! What if it wasn't just a stomach wound! What it I couldn't shoot that guy! You'd be dead you idiot!" He rubbed at his eyes furiously, trying to stem the tears."Ow! Haha..." He laughed a little as the other hit him. Still, the Spaniard reached over with one hand and wiped away the tears tracing down the Italian's cheeks, a smile on his face. "Lovino...I...probably shouldn't have gotten into a situation like that, that was pretty dumb. So...I guess I apologize, but..I had to save him. I can't let one of our own be lost like that. And I..." His smile became even more sincere as he stroked Lovino;s cheek lightly with his thumb. "...suppose I owe you something. Thank you." Furious with himself as the tears still refused to stop, Lovi tried to speak coherently as his lips trembled and his breath came in gasps in his clogged throat. "I... I get that you felt the need to ... to save him. I get that! But dammit... think ... promise me you'll think next time before you throw yourself to the fucking sharks like that..." He visibly wilted as he grabbed at the hand that Antonio had on his face. "Ok? I... I really don't want to lose you..."He nodded, readjusting their fingers for just a minute to cross their pinkies; the Spaniard shakes them once, twice, as if to seal the promise. Then, he intertwined their fingers fully to bring the other's hand to his face, lightly nuzzling it. "Now it's a promise." What had he meant by that last line? The Spaniard frowned, but didn't pursue it further--he'd explain, if he wanted to. Wiping the last of his tears from his face was the first thing that popped into his head to cover up the fact that his heart was beating faster and his hand was tingling from his Boss's touch. W-what the hell was wrong with him now? He tugged his hand free from Antonio's grip (somewhat regretfully) and pulled the blankets down far enough to reveal his bandaged chest. "I- I need to check your bandages." he flustered, using that as a distraction and an explanation all at the same.He nodded and sat back a little on his hands, confused to Lovino's inner turmoil; he leaned backwards and twisted the best he could with the motion of the bandages as the ycame off. His chest was tanned and scarred--but more than anything, the angry wound from earlier stuck out, red, puffy, still bleeding a bit as the pressure was removed from it. "Nngh...wow, that looks pretty gross. Haha..." "Stop moving idiot." he said curtly as he tossed the bandages off the bed and got up to grab fresh ones and the pan of clean water that their medic had left a few hours ago. "This'll hurt." he said, the only warning he gave Antonio before dabbing the wound with cool, clean water.The Spaniard hissed in pain and found himself grabbing onto Lovino's free hand, giving it a tight squeeze as he gritted his teeth, squinting his eyes shut. "Nngh!" Making quick work of cleaning the wound as best he could with one hand, he was once again forced to pry himself free as he needed both hands to carefull put fresh bandages on. "There... you should survive - no infection or anything..." he trailed off uncomfortably as his eyes once again took in the scars covering his captains chest.He grinned tiredly and nodded, missing the warmth of the Italian's hand in his, then noticed him staring at the scars. He reached out and took Lovino's hand, gently tracing it over one of the larger scars. "You know, I got this one in a fight with England. He cut me right across the heart. I almost died. And this one..." He trailed Lovino's fingers down another, jagged scar just under his ribcage, "Was when I went chasing after a bull because it was chasing a little girl. Needless to say the girl was fine, but Boss wasn't." Antonio gave a warm smile, looking down at the Italian. "So don't worry, okay? I've had a lot worse. I'm not gonna let something that simple take me down. Besides...I have to be here to protect you, right?" He was forced to duck his head to hide the blush that grew on his face and searched his mind for anything intelligent to say to that. "...wait... who's England?" he asked, looking up confused. "I.." Why had he said that? The Spaniard blinked and shook his head, "No-no, that's where he's from, I must be tired...I meant Kirkland. Arthur. That bastard." Antonio shook his head, "That's not the point though." "I... I know..." he ran a hand through his hair nervously, slightly disappointed that the distraction didn't work. "Y-you know... it may be a little better if you protect yourself a little bit more... I can take care of myself - I was doing that for years before I met you...." and he HAD shot someone, and he had done quite a few horrible things as part of the mafia... "Still." How could he explain it--that strange, burning desire to protect Lovino, to take care of him like it was his job? No matter how many times he got hurt, as long as the Italian was safe. That was all that mattered, that he realized how much he..."-I just want to make sure you're safe." How much he loved him. Jesus Christ. He was in love with his first mate. His embarrassment was quickly changing into anger - yea sure, Antonio needed to protect him (he HAD promised after all...) but this was just ridiculous... "No. You don't need to protect me all the time, Antonio..." he thought quickly, hoping for a way to make it work for him. "How about... you watch my back... and I'll watch yours, ok? Don't go rushing into things like that... ok?" he tried to look into his Boss's eyes, to convey that he didn't want to be protected all the time, but couldn't bring himself to keep staring at them without starting to blush. Antonio blinked, once, twice, then nodded, smiling warmly at the Italian. "Sounds like a plan. Nngh...I'm tired..." "T-then go to sleep, dammit!" he grumbled defensively, trying to stop blushing now that he'd stopped crying.He nodded and lay back against the pillows, tenatively, letting his eyes flutter shut. "Don't...go, okay...?" He couldn't help the involuntary twitch of his lips or the faint blush that stayed on his face. "I wasn't planning on it, idiot. Go to sleep."The Spaniard smiled blissfully as his eyes fluttered shut--the confession on his lips was breathed out before he could even think about it. "...I love you..." Lovi literally froze solid - it took him a long moment where his head felt like it was swimming before he realized he's stopped breathing too. Oh god... Oh my god! was all he could think as he gasped for air as his face got progressively brighter the more time he had to realize exactly what Antonio had just said. "....Oh my god..." his hands came up to cover his mouth as a strange bubbling feeling sparked through him and those tears he thought were gone came back, hidden in his eyes, waiting for him to blink. "...Oh. My... God..."Afonso waited a minute or two, and when all he heard were Lovino's 'oh my god's, he opted the captain had fallen to sleep. Cracking his eyes open, he glanced over to where the two were, before slowly sitting up. "You two... Are cute..." The world spun slightly, Afonso holding his bandaged head, waiting for the dizzy spell to pass.Literally jumping nearly a foot in the air, Lovi spun around, face turning a deep red as he stared down at what he assumed was an unconscious navigator. ".... how long have you been awake....?" he asked, completely mortified."Couple minutes?" He actually didn't know. They had been talking when he regained consciousness, and Afonso hadn't wanted to intterupt anything. "How long have I been asleep..?""...a few hours." he squeaked, shifting off Antonio's bed so he could sit nearer to the other injured man.Irmao okay?" He glanced over to where the other was, though blinked. When had he started referring to Antonio as a brother? "I-I mean... How's the captain?" "Spain's fine... I mean... Antonio's going to be fine. Just a hole in his side... apparently it's no big deal." his voice cracked unhappily in that last bit. "A hole in the side is a pretty big deal." He frowned, glancing back at Lovino. Had he just called Antonio Spain? But that was... That was... That seemed normal actually... His head ached, Afonso doing his best to ignore it. "Do you love him?"The blush that had been fading came back full force. "W-w-w-what?!?!" he stuttered uncontrollably. "Do. You. Love. Him?" Though by the look on his face, Afonso was sure he knew the answer.He bit his lip nearly through with nervousness as his eyes unwillingly traveled back to the sleeping spaniard. In his mind, he saw the first time they met and the adventures they'd had since then and all the time, every time, Antonio was... was... happy and annoying, sweet and caring to the point where he wanted to beat him over the head but always... always... there was that strange feeling every time he looked at him. It was... ah! "...y-yes..." he mumbled, shocked and embarrassed but unable to look away from his captain.Afonso sat in silence, watching the first mate look back to the sleeping captain. And he felt a small smile tug at the corners of his lips. Letting go of his head, letting his hands rest in his lap. "Scared?""Oh, hell yes." he let out a laugh that was more expelled air than sound. He had no idea what to do now.At that he snorted, reaching out and patting the other on the shoulder. "Love can be scary.""What the fuck do I do now?" he asked miserably, putting his head in his hands. Yea, Antonio had said... that... and he felt the same way. But what was he supposed to do now? He couldn't confess back - and what if Antonio forgot what he said when he woke up? "Hmm, we'll probably let him know that you feel the same way." That seemed like the most obvious choice. Though Afonso had no real experience. He'd yet to even admit to a certain British pira-privateer he liked him.
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