(pregtheme) It'd been four months since the Battle of Gravelines. Antonio tried to continue on his pirating ways, even after being released
from England's hold, but something had been wrong. Lately he'd been feeling sick, really sick--and he was a pirate, damn it, he never got
seasick!- and could barely function. Something was wrong, and he didn't know what it was. But, there could only be one person to blame, when
you're Spanish, and that one person was England. As his boat reached the place they had chosen to meet, the half green Spaniard clambered
off of the deck, standing on the dock of the small island and holding his stomach. He'd kill that fucking limey the moment he got the chance
(for PrivateerBastard .)
(aka england >u>
( ..... NAAAAAW. D8 Spainpreggieyoufuckingserious )
((Oi! I CAN TOP. ))
(XD England totally tops Spain in the pirate days. )
(personally I think Spain's more uke than England even is XD because th e only person he really semes is Romano.)
((tops Prussia though XDb ))
( /snorting so hard her nose is mailfunctioning )
England was already at their meeting point-the local inn and pub- drinking away at the rum they graciously gave him, his crew doing the
same. The Spaniard's letter had been very vague, all he could tell is that the pirate dog was mad at him. What on earth could
he have done *now* that would make the bastard want to meet up?
(8D When isn't Spain mad at England? derp. )
Antonio scowled as he made his way towards the pub--the scent of food wafted through the air and his stomach churned at it. He couldn't even
remember the last time he'd had a drink, either. But...something was wrong, and he wasn't about to start drinking to solve it. No matter how
tempting that sounded. The Spaniard banged open the door to the pub and stalked towards the bar, taking a seat beside Arthur.
Arthur eyed the Spaniard, checking to see where if weapons were. Though he supposed if Antonio wanted to kill him,he would have already done
that. He sipped his ale, waiting in silence for the Pirate to speak.
((sorry if I'm slow, helping Latvia ))
"What did you *do* to me?" he started, lowly, turning to look at the other--there was so much hatred glowing in those green eyes, it was
near tangible.
( You're fine 8Db)
Arthur cocked his head up, scratching his chin in thought. "If you're thinking about poison...I haven't done anything to
you that you don't know about." It was the truth after all, he'd usually gloat about the things he did to the Spaniard. Not to
mention he hated poison, it was too cowardly.
"¡Mentiroso!" he snapped in Spanish, not in the mood for these kind of games- it was strange how his mood had been swinging all over lately,
but he pushed tat to the back of his mind. "Something is wrong with me! When I left your, your blasted hellhole that you call a ship, I
started getting sick! All the time! And my stomach hurts and my mood is everywhere and somehow *this is all your fault*!"
( SEE BRO HE'S A BASTARD.)
(/SOB)
The instant the Spaniard had ceased talking, Arthur had the barrel of his pistol readied at the center of the Sea dog's forehead, obviously
not pleased at the accusation. "Oi, I didn't do a damn thing to you. Now if you would like, I could kill you here, right now, and
you'll come back to life completely free of whatever is bothering you. If not, you're wasting my time with this fucking game."
Antonio barely gulped, firey green eyes meeting the other's gaze after flickering briefly to the barrel of the gun. "IF you tell me what is
*wrong* with me, then I'll leave you alone!"
"*This* is the reason you dragged me out here? Do I look like a bleeding doc to you? Why would I give a rat's arse about
your *well being*?" He sneered, tapping Antonio's forehead with his gun.
The Spaniard growled in response, still staring the other down. "I was *fine* until I got off that hell you called a *ship*. So obviously
this has to do with you!"
Arthur loaded his gun with a click, pressing it hard up against the Spaniard. "Are you saying that *I* know what's wrong with you?"
Didn't this feel familiar. Antonio barely winced. "It's probably your fault, so *yes*."
The pirate stared fiercely at the other for what seemed like an eternity. Keeping his scowl plastered on his face, Arthur removes his
pistol from Antonio's forehead. "...I don't know."
That wasn't exactly the answer the Spaniard wanted to hear. He rubbed his forehead and groaned, frustrated. "What do you *mean* You don't
know?!"
"Exactly that, *I DON'T KNOW*." Arthur growled out, taking a gulp of rum. "I didn't do anything to you that would make you sick for
this long. My crew also knows that I'm the only one that is allowed to harm you."
"Tch, of course." Antonio rolled his eyes; even so watching teh other drink made his stomach churn and he groaned, wrapping his arms
around his own waist. "What in the hell could this be...?"
"Have you even seen a doc?" Arthur asked with an unamused tone. Really, how idiotic can one man be? "There's one on the outskirts of town."
"Of course I have! I am not a stupid English pig like yourself." sniffed the Spaniard, waving down the bartender to get a drink of water. "
the Doctor didn't know either."
"Then that must be a shitty doctor. We can go to the doc here and see what he says." Arthur suggested, scratching his chin again.
"Whatever. All I know is if I got some sort of disease from your shitty ship, I'm going to strangle you with my bare hands." the former
conquistador grumbled, taking a sip of the water adn dropping a gold coin on the bar to pay for it.
Arthur glared slightly at the Spaniard before finishing his ale. "I take pride in having a clean ship."
"Like you could call that clean." he snapped back, feeling sour as he stared down in to the water cup beneath him. It was strange, he was
acting like one of those natives....but that couldn't be it, could it....?
Arthur stared at the pirate with a bored expression, their bickering not amusing him any longer. "No one on my ship has
gotten sick for a long time, its not likely to be that."
"That's what I thought." he grumbled, holding onto his stomach. "It's the weirdest fucking thing, my stomach hurts in the morning and then
my moods keep changing and I just..." The more he talked about it, the more it sounded like..
Arthur let out a dark throaty chuckle. "Maybe your pregnant," He joked, oblivious to the Antonio's train of thought. Oh, Antonio
being pregnant with his baby, what a hilarious mental image that was.
Antonio choked on his water. "Wha-what?!"
The Spaniard's reaction made Arthur laugh out. "Oi, don't choose to be an idiot now!" He patted Antonio's shoulder, still amused greatly.
He blinked, the pat on the back not even registering. Pregnant? But, that was silly. That could never happen...could it? For a moment, he
just stared into his drink, green eyes wide. "..."
Arthur's laughter died down and he found himself looking at the Spaniard again. "...Oi, you still with me? Oi~..." Arthur pouted
slightly and waved his hand in front of Antonio's dazed face.
The Spaniard blinked a few times, snapped out of his thoughts. "What? Sorry. I--" again, though, he stopped; when he spoke again, his voice
was hoarse. "You don't ...think..."
Arthur frowned. "don't think what? That you're pregnant? I was *joking*. I know plenty well that you're a man."
He nodded. Of course, that was stupid. He was. "Ri..right." But...all the signs were there...
Arthur stared a bit longer at the man. Did he really actually believe he was *pregnant*. The pirate knew that the Spaniard was an idiot....
but not this much of one. "...maybe you are sick. Come on, we're leaving."
He frowned, staring down into the cup. Well, all the signs weer there, but that was impossible! Then again, science had yet to prove
anything otherwise...the Spaniard let his head hit the bar below him, gently, grumbling. Fuck.
(Yay for the 1500s and failscience 8D)
((fffffffff yes <3 ))
"Oi, come on." Arthur growled out, dragging the Spaniard off his seat by his shirt. "We are going to see that doctor."
Antonio grunted, smacking at the other's hands. "Oye, let me go!"
"Then get a move on," Arthur grumbled as he let go and headed for the door.
He was probably dumb for following, but he did, shaking his head. At this point, he'd do anything to cure whatever this was and get back to
the sea.
They trudged in silence all the way to the outskirts of the town to see this so called doctor. With a few threats and gold coins, Arthur
was able to get Antonio in for a check up by the pirate hating doctor.
((we just going to keep the doctor on the vague side or time skip or what? ))
(XD We can timeskip if you;d like. o3o Something with Toni being all GO AWAY THIS IS PRIVATE BT)
Antonio came out of the small clinic a little while later looking positively shellshocked. And angry. Really, really angry. He approached
Arthur and shoved a piece of paper in the other's face."I"m going to *kill you*."
((...Imma guess it has pregnant BLAH BLAH BLAH on it? 8D ))
(Yup. XD)
(This is like Jerry Springer XD)
Arthur grabbed the paper with mild interest and read over it. While reading,the Englishman kept a bored expression on his face as the doctor
came into the room. His eyes never left the paper as he pulled his trigger at the doctor. Unlike drawing it out, he took more time than
necessary to holster it back to his leg before wordlessly handing back the paper to Antonio.
(.....PFFF.)
The Spaniard crumpled the paper in his fists, barely flinching at the corpse that fell by his feet. The room was dead silent for a moment,
before the Spaniard replied, airily. "Well. I'll give you a ten second head start."
Arthur scowled at the Spaniard. "Oh, you're not actually going to *believe* this loony, are you? There's no way you're pregnant!"
"I don't--I don't know! Maybe!
(whoops XD)
"The Spaniard threw his arms in the air in frustration, groaning. "If I am it's all your fault!"
"We're *nations*! Not only that, but men too! We can't get pregnant!" Arthur pointed out. This has never been heard of, why would it happen
now?
((/lurks))
"I don't *know*! If I knew that then I wouldn't be worried about it! I swear to God in heaven I'll skin you alive and use those eyebrows as
*carpeting*!" The Spaniard growled.
"Alright, let's say you *are* pregnant*." Arthur furrowed his eyebrows at the thought. "If it bothers you so much, we can
open up your stomach and kill the damn thing!"
"No way!" the Spaniard replied defensively--sure it bothered him, but it was a child! There was something ingrained in him to just say no to
that, be it his beliefs or whatever. "Don't you dare!"
Arthur looked a bit shocked and disturbed. "What, you actually *want* it? Then what's the point in getting revenge?!"
The Spaniard bristled, clenching his fists. "IT's not that I *want it*--it's a child!" And child made him think of his little Romano,
waiting for him back home. "I can't just..kill it!"
Arthur exasperatedly throws his hands in the air. "Oh, this is stupid, you're not pregnant! I'm wasting my time here..." Arthur grumble
out, casually stepping over the dead body on his way to the door.
"BUt that's what the doctor said! Ayyee!" The Spaniard followed him; from a distance they looked like a bickering couple. Only the "wife"
was standing on a dead body.
((I'm so happy I killed him 8,D ))
((i feel so sorry for the poor doctor ;w
)
)
Arthur points accusingly at the dead body. "He was fucking out of his mind! Your doctor was probably right about not finding anything!"
"But all the signs were there!" The Spaniard waved his arms, the paper still clenched in his fists. "What are we gonna do, go around and ask
ever doctor then kill him when he tells us the same thing?! I like killing idiots as much as the next man but I'm starting to think he's
right!"
((pffffffffft <3 ))
Arthur stood up straight in shock. "You-..Have you gone mad?! You honestly think there is a child- *our* child- in your stomach?!"
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((and brb going out to eat ))
"I don't know! Maybe!" He huffed, frustrated and upset--this couldn't be happening, could it...?
( Okaay~and aww they look like powerpuff girls /shotded)
(( /lolling so hard "I don't know." "WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T KNOW" /instant strangle on the neck ))
"I'm leaving, this isn't worth wasting my time over," Arthur grumbles out. Is that Spaniard honestly going to believe he's pregnant?
"You're not going *anywhere*!" Antonio growled, following the privateer. "Not until we figure this out!"
"You're not *pregnant*! It has nothing with me!" Arthur snapped back, still trudging back to the inn. "And you're an idiot if you think
you are!"
"Yeah, right! It has to do with you, somehow!" The Spaniard hissed, following close behind him. "I'm following you until we figure this out.
"Can you be any more childish?!" Arthur groaned out, seriously not looking forward to where this predicament was heading.
The Spaniard followed him, fists clench, grumbling. Stupid bastard. Somehow this was his fault. "Possibly."
"Well unless you feel like following me to England, I would suggest you turn around." Arthur gave him a mocking wave. "Bye-bye."
Antonio scoffed. "For the last time, I'm not leaving you until we figure this out!"
"Then I hope you like it in England," Arthur growled out as he trudged on stubbornly. What had he done to deserve a clingy pirate following
him around?