Hidden Truths

Chapter One ~ You're All I Need

The sun came out as usual in the old country skies, and a certain greened-eyed boy stirred to life under the covers of a king sized bed, upon awaking, he realized the he wasn't alone in bed.

This wasn't the first time.

Antonio stretched his arms as he let a small yawn out, he sorted his plans for the day out in his mind and when he was satisfied with his newly cleared thoughts, he got up to get changed, humming a soft tune as he did so. He made sure to keep the volume down though, for the sake of the little boy still fast asleep in his bed. Antonio picked out some clothes, the simple kind of clothes a farmer would wear, because no matter what would happen later on, he was a farmer at that moment. The young man looked in the mirror as he fixed his hair, while still humming the soft melody.

Just as he was about to leave, his ears caught the sound of sheets rustling. A wide smile played onto his lips as he turned to face the bed. Just as expected, his eyes met a pair of angry ones, this just made the smile grow on the Spaniard's face.

"Eh, Lovi!" the older greeted the little boy in bed.

"Did you really have to hum? I was sleeping," he huffed, Antonio wasn't even aware the boy was awake when he was humming, but he didn't ask.

"Oh c'mon hermano, it's sábado," he smiled at the other green-eyed boy.

It had been about a week since little Lovino decided to start sleeping in his guardian's room, Antonio was delighted he actually wanted to share something. All the younger did was shrug, then plop back down, Antonio saw this as a sign to give the boy some space.

Upon arriving downstairs he found a letter on the floor under the front door, someone must've slipped it in.

España,

It's Portugal, you're needed at sea, the English want to attack and I thought maybe you could help, brothers help each other no? I'll owe you a favour, but por favor.

  seu irmão,
                                                         Portugal

What did his brother get himself into this time? What on earth...the nation sighed but then thought of how he couldn't just leave Portugal hanging, so he made a quick trip to his study and arranged for his army to attack England.
'That pity bastard,' the nation thought to himself, 'should've gotten rid of him last time..'

"Julio!" he called into a hallway. His shout was answered by a tall man in armour running to where he was.

"Sir?" he asked, it wasn't too noticeable on the outside, but the man was nervous.

"We sail tonight, get your crew," the Spaniard explained as he started walking forwards to the room where he kept his battle axe.

"S-sir–?"

"You do not stutter in my presence."

"Yes sir. But I may ask, why are we going out on such short notice?" he asked, unsure.

"England," Antonio said shortly, he thought that much didn't have to be discussed, but everyone could find a way to piss the nation off.

"Right sir, we'll get ready," he said with a salute. He hurriedly left, wanting to get out of the angry man's presence.

Antonio felt a surge of anger as he picked his battle axe up, it felt good... It felt real. Just a week ago he was off punishing one of his poor colonies with it, they were so pathetic–at least that's what Antonio thought.

"Dios mío," he sighed, as he was putting his boots on he noticed the deep wound in his foot, it reminded him of Arthur. That sick bastard. Then he thought about his idiota brother, how on earth did he make Arthur pissed enough to go attack him, at sea?! This got him even angrier, he picked a vase off of a pedestal and smashed it on the ground. He noticed it was broken and called for someone to clean it up.