Princess!Reader x Pirate! Spain and England: Love Lost at Sea

Chapter 5

Antonio stood at the ship's wheel, looking at the sea thoughtfully. ____ watched him with slight awe as she admired his features. How his eyes sparkled. How his brown locks swayed in the salty breeze. He was such a piece of art. She almost didn't want to disturb him.
"Hey, jackass. I got her some-a clothes." Antonio was knocked from his daze and he turned to look at the two. His eyes swept over ____ slowly, and her body felt numb under his intense gaze. She then noticed Romano's jacket was slightly open, and ____ self consciously hugged it around her. "I'm glad the clothes fit, chica." His silky voice rang out amongst all the ruckus of the crew. She gave a slight nod. "Still not talking much, huh?" She shook her head.

Next thing she knew, her face was in his hands, tipped up towards his. Her face turned bright red. "That's ok." Antonio smirked, as if he knew the effects he had on ____. "But I do hope you become... Comfortable... Around me. But I suppose seeing you flustered is nice." Her cheeks felt on fire, and she scrunched her nose at the remark. "You make such cute faces, ____."

"AHEM!" Romano's cough made Antonio turn. "SORRY to interrupt your flirting, bastard, but I'm-a starving." He glared at the Spaniard. ____ found her senses again and put on a frown. "You can let me go now." His hands left her, and she suddenly felt colder. But she brushed off the feeling. "Ah, yes, I guess it's about time for dinner. Are you hungry, Princess?" ____ shook her head.. But then her stomach growled loudly in disagreement. A blush returned. Antonio chuckled and ruffled her hair with a smile. "Sounds like a yes to me. Come! Let us get something to eat.. HEY! LISTEN UP! IT'S EATING TIME, AMIGOS!"

The eating hall smelt of spices and rum. The rest of the crew had gotten there before the three, and they were already drinking and eating fresh bread. ____ looked around with a newfound curiosity. It was much different than the glorious dining room at the castle. There there were maids and butlers, it was quiet, and the table was beautifully crafted with foods prepared by the best chefs in the world. But the eating space of a pirate ship was entirely different. The table was long, but it was nothing more than plain wood poorly pieced together. It was a hectic mess and food laid on the table top in no order whatsoever. The pirates dove for the meal, their dirty calloused fingers going for anything and everything. It was an assortment of cheeses, breads, and meats. A pig's head was the center. Her stomach growled loudly once again as she stared at the meal.

"OI!!!" Antonio's loud shout caused the crew to stop. "___," he looked down at her, "Help yourself." The crew stared at her. ____ stammered at first. "E-Eh? I just.. sit down with everyone?" She was accustomed to dining with no one but her father, and occasionally some totals. And the event from earlier had her nervous. "Sí. Don't worry. You'll be fine... Surely you're not scared, are you?" "Scared?!" She scoffed. "I'm perfectly comfortable, thank you." And with that, she made her way to the table.

Romano had already found himself a seat, and when he noticed she was looking for a spot, he made room for her between him and one of the nicer pirates. She noticed the spot and thankfully sat there. The pirates began to talk again, a few noticing her change of attire. The one beside her noted his approval. "Aye, lass!" ____ looked up at him. He looked like he was in his late twenties, young and strong. He had a light scruff. His hair was black, and he had brown eyes. He smiled warmly, making her feel at ease. "I see you got some new clothes, eh? You're starting to look like a pirate!" She noticed his somewhat English accent. "The name's Marlon!" "But we to call 'im Teddy. The fool's softer than a damn pillow!" Marlon shot the other pirate a quick glare before looking back to ____. "And your name?" "____." Before he could reply, Romano interuppted. "Hey, bastarda, you should-a eat before it's all gone." "Oh, yes..." ____ looked around for a plate or utensils, but she found none. "What?" "Um.. what do I eat with?" Romano looked so done with her shit. "Seriously? Have you never eaten with your hands before?" She shook her head. "Damn. What the hell? That's fucking stupid." She blushed, feeling embarrassed. "Don't mind Romano." Marlon said. "He can be a bit of an arse. You're royalty. Of course you haven't eaten with your hands. But now... You're not. Not in here." She watched Marlon grab some bread and cheese, scarfing it down and taking a nice long drink of rum when the bottle was passed to him. He offered it to her. "Want some?" "..." She hesitated, but feeling brave and not wanting to embarrass herself any further, she took it. A few pirates laughed. "One swig of that and girl will be out like a snuffed candle! Ahahaha!" "Aw, shut the hell up."

They seemed taken aback by her words, and even more so when she brought the jug to her lips and began to chug. "Look at her go!!" One exclaimed. "Damn! Chug! Chug! Chug!" The alcohol burned at her throat, but fueled by the chant, she managed to gulp down the entire bottle. When done, ____ grinned and held it up in the air. "Did she drink the whole thing??" To prove she did, she held it upside down, then threw it at the opposite wall. As the glass shattered, the table erupted with cheers. "Wow, ____! Didn't think you had it in you!" Marlon said, patting her on the back. ____ beamed. "Hey, bastarda." She looked over at Romano. "Maybe you're not as bad as I thought..." He mumbled. ____ didn't hear it, which was probably a due to the loudness of the room and the ringing in her ears, so she just nodded and began to eat... All the while, Antonio was looking at her...