They Are The Bad Touch Trio (Spamano AU)

7. The British Are Coming

It was dark, I went out onto the deck, I saw a strange familiar figure looking out onto the sea. I walked to it to taken a closer look at it, was it-?

"Lovino, I have something very important to tell you."

My face flushed "W-what is it?"

He took a deep breath and turned to me. "I love you, I have always loved you, quiero ser tuyo."

"Wh-what?"

"Yes, and that's not all, I want you to do something for me."

"Wha-what do y-you mean?"

He grabbed my chin and said "I want you to..."

"..."

"Wake up."

"What?"

"WAKE UP!"

I jolted up from my bed to see a Frenchmen slapping me.

"What the hell!" I yelled in his face.

"Lovino this is no time for games!"

"Says the one slapping my face! It's fucking 3:00 in the morning!"

"I'm serious!" He said in a stern voice. "Apparently they found us?"

"They?" I asked worriedly.

"The British Lovino! The British found us!"

"The. British?"

"Yes the British! They always try to find us to steal our stuff, and they want to kill us because 'The ocean isn't big enough for the two of us.' Which I think is total bullshit since the globe is basically ALL WATER and-"

"Francis!" I cut him off. "What do I do?"

Francis smirked, "Oh right you're are Antonio's henchman. Listen I can't order you to do stuff, but I think Antonio would appreciate it if you give him support."

"Support my ass, I'm talking about actually doing something, you know, something useful."

"Well why don't we go ask him?"

"Fine, whatever." I said as I got up and changed quickly and walked out the door to go to the deck.

When I stepped outside I saw a big ship, even bigger than this one, if that was even possible, I turned to my left and saw Gilbert and Antonio trying to pull up the anchor. Antonio turned and saw me and his eyes widened as he loosened the grip of the rope. I grabbed the rope before the anchor could fall back down again.

"Pay attention idiot!"

"Lovino what are you doing here!? This is too dangerous go back in!" He said pulled the rope again.

"I'm here to help!" I said while giving one last pull as Gilbert tied the anchor.

"FRANCIS SET THE SAIL!" Yelled Gilbert while walking to the wheel.

Antonio grabbed me by the shoulders and looked me in the eyes. "Lovi listen, you need to stay inside, I know you're here to help, but this, it's just too dangerous, and I can't afford to lose you right now."

I gave a stern face. "...Fine I won't fight."

"Good, now go-"

"I'm not done yet. I won't fight, but I want to know who are they, and what are they doing here?"

"Can this wait? We're kinda bus-"

"No I want to know and I want to know now!" I demanded.

"No time." Antonio said wide eyed looking at this ship, which was about three yards away.

Francis and Antonio and Gilbert put their hands on their sword handle, which was tied to their belt. I looked up the ship and saw a dirty blonde man, around my age, maybe younger, with bright blue eyes, and a pair of large goggles on the crow nest of the ship.

"Heyo dudes!" He called out!

"Who's that?" I whispered to Antonio.

"That's Alfred. Alfred F. Jones. He's the captains prized hench man."

"So yeah guys, if you just give Artie the things we won't have any problems here, Kay?" He said smiling.

I looked up at him loathing his optimism, almost like Antonios. "Who's Artie?"

"You'll see." Replied Francis.

Next came out a red haired green eyed fellow. He was smoking a cigar.

"That's Allistor Kirkland, the captains older brother." Said Gilbert. "We don't know much about him, but we're keeping an eye on him."

I looked at him staring at us, then surprised when he just left without saying anything.

Then I turned and saw, a man, with blonde hair, green eyes, and hella big eyebrows. "Who's that?"

"That's Arthur, Arthur Kirkland, the captain of the ship." Replied Antonio.

"Artie?! What's up with his eyebrows?"

"We choose not to ask." Said Francis,

"I thought I told you to scram!" Said Arthur in a loud booming voice. "And who's this?" He pointed at me. My heart started racing and my adrenaline rushed.

"That's Lovino!" Antonio came behind me and hugged me. "And if you try to touch him or do any funny business, you have a whole different thing coming for you."

"I'll keep that in mind." Smirked Arthur.

Just then Francis pulled out his sword and put it next to a piece of rope. "Well ya see, we'd love to stay and chat but, gotta blast!" He ripped the rope and the ship went flying (Not literally), and we heard a yell from the distance.

Gilbert high fived Antonio and Francis, "Haha, this is how we do it!" Gilbert started dancing. "Nothing can beat us! Especially the awesome me!"

"Yeah yeah whatever, I'm tired, I just wanna go to sleep." I said drowsy.

"Are you sea sick?" Asked Antonio.

"I don't know I've never been on a fuckin' huge ass boat before!" I replied slightly grumpy.

"Alright then, goodnight then! Or morning, depending what you consider it to be." Waved Antonio as I walked down the steps.

"Yeah sure." I went into my room and took off my clothes leaving me with my boxers. I laid down under my blankets and my eyes started slowly closing when I remembered... 'WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT DREAM!?"
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New chapter WOOP WOOP! *sigh* sorry for not keeping my promise, I'm a lazy ass who can't get shit done, don't ask me how I passed xD Well anyways I hope you enjoyed, Please comment (I'm begging you *^*)

Le Translation Page:
Quiero ser tuyo: I want to be yours.

Yippty yip that's all folks!