Hetalia Oneshots

Pirate!Spain x Mermaid!Romano

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Romano sat on his bright and sunny rock, letting his body soak in the rays of the warm star. He had been here time and time before but this time it was different, this time he felt different, this time he knew something would change.

All his life Romano would have these feelings, every now and then, he just knew something was about to happen. The first time he felt this was when he was younger, about 5 in human years, he felt like something huge was about to happen to him and it did; Italy was born. He chalked it up to coincidence until it happened again, this time he felt dread as if something bad was about to happen; and then Rome fell. Since then it kept happening, he never told anybody since he didn't want to be called crazy but every time something significant happened he had felt this feeling; Seborga being born, meeting France, being crowned the Oceanic King, not to mention all the natural disasters he'd predicted. This ability has helped him save his people, many stories had been written about him because of this ability but he always just says it's his intuition which strengthens the people's resolve to keep him on the throne believing him to have been God sent for the people.

He looked up, it was a boat. He'd always warned his people never to go near boats or above ground settlements, human are dangerous creatures always after their own benefit and not caring who gets hurt while they figure things out. He was afraid of them being experimented on, kidnapped and put on display, even dissected. But for some reason he didn't move from his spot and stared at the ship as it's large sails were folded, causing the boat to come to a stop. They'd stopped because he'd been spotted, this he knew, but he didn't move.

A young man appeared above him, brunette hair on his head and tan skin beaming in the sun as he sweat, Romano looked at this man in curiosity before he spoke up.

"¡Hola!" This was a language Romano had heard before, he believed it was Spanish; spoken in Spain which was located near Portugal. He wasn't completely sure on that, he wasn't very good at the geography of the above ground.

"Ciao." He finally replied, Italian always being his go-to language though he was just as good at Latin which was the official language of his kingdom.

"¿Tú es Italiano?" He could figure that one out easily I mean, context clues and the fact that Italian and Spanish are very similar languages probably helped big time.

"Sì." He replied even though he called himself Roman to anybody else he knew deep down he was an Italian through and through, not to say he wasn't both, but if he were given a choice he'd always say Italian.

"Do you speak English?" The man asked. Romano was taken aback, he had expected their conversation to be broken between their language barrier but him knowing English would help this.

Romano nodded, "I do."

"I'm Spain!" He called, "I'm on my way to India through Portugal's trade route. Do you know how I can get to Cape Town?"

He'd never been asked for directions before, and this was such a blunt thing. The man had been looking at his tail subtly every now and then and the amazement in his eyes was obvious and he never thought he'd meet an above ground country either. "I do."

That day Romano's life changed, he began meeting Spain every time the man was on this route to India or back from it. It wasn't constant or in a pattern but these meetings made Romano feel special. They would sit and watch the sun set while skipping rocks and talking about how unfair the world is, or discuss political stand points over cake and tea, once Romano even trusted Spain enough to board his ship to be shown around. When Romano left the water he was useless and had to be carried around, he'd never admit just how much he enjoyed being held in Spain's masculine arms. At least, not out loud.