Venganza (2c/?)
anonymous
September 26 2012, 12:29:59 UTC
Stunned, the Italian stared up at him. "But... why? You don't get anything until I've been returned; keeping me that long won't gain you anything!"
"Oh, it'll gain me plenty either way," the blond said with a smirk. "But no matter how long our time together, it's going to become unpleasant rather quickly if you don't start being useful. You still haven't given me anything of worth, so unless you want to make me very irate you'll tell me exactly why you're here in Las Canarias instead of wherever that fool has been squirreling you away."
Still preoccupied with the Englishman's previous answer the teen shook his head absently, eyes sinking to study the floorboards as he dwelled on his predicament.
"That wasn't a request," England said flatly. "Tell me, brat. What reason would he have to take a weak, pathetic excuse for a territory like you with him on such a long voyage when you obviously serve as nothing more than a hindrance-or at best, a drain on supplies?"
The harsh words caught the young Italian's attention again, and he flushed with anger. "Like I told you before, I don't know anything like that!"
England scoffed. "You expect me to believe that you've spent this long at sea without knowing why you're even here? I know you're too much of a spoiled little nag to accept that, I'm not daft."
"Well it sure seems like you are, bastard!" Romano shot back. "Or if you're not stupid you must be deaf, because I keep telling you I don't know shit!"
The Empire narrowed his eyes at the insult. Perhaps he shouldn't have told the boy he wasn't intending to kill him, as doing so had obviously emboldened him. It was time to choke off this insolent streak before it had the chance to take root.
Seizing the half-empty bottle from atop his desk, the pirate strode over to stand before his prisoner. He took hold of the brunet's injured hand and roughly tore the makeshift bandage from it, bringing flecks of partially dried blood with it as it came undone. Romano flinched and tried to pull away, but couldn't prevent the older man from turning the hand out and dousing it with a stream of the bottle's contents.
The teen gasped sharply as the alcohol seeped into the open cut, biting at the tender, raw flesh as it cauterized it harshly. The Empire dropped his hand and looked on callously as the boy futilely tried to dab the wound with a loose fold of his robe-but only left fresh, brighter crimson stains on the already blood-darkened silk.
"I may not intend to kill you, but there are plenty of other things I can do if you continue to test my patience," he hissed. "Now speak, boy. What changed to make him bring you here?"
Shakily, the teen answered, "I r-really don't know! We weren't even supposed to come here, we were going to N-Napoli... After Spain came back from his last voyage he said it wasn't good for me to stay at his place anymore, s-so he said he was taking me back h-home for a while..."
"Tenerife is a long way off course from Madrid to Naples, brat. There's more you're not telling me," he accused, "like why he's here conspiring with the frog."
"I s-swear, all I know is that we arrived from Cádiz a week ago, and t-then a few days later he showed up and took Spain with him somewhere." He fell uneasily quiet, but at a look from England quickly added, "B-but they only spoke French so I don't know where they went, or w-why..."
"Oh, it'll gain me plenty either way," the blond said with a smirk. "But no matter how long our time together, it's going to become unpleasant rather quickly if you don't start being useful. You still haven't given me anything of worth, so unless you want to make me very irate you'll tell me exactly why you're here in Las Canarias instead of wherever that fool has been squirreling you away."
Still preoccupied with the Englishman's previous answer the teen shook his head absently, eyes sinking to study the floorboards as he dwelled on his predicament.
"That wasn't a request," England said flatly. "Tell me, brat. What reason would he have to take a weak, pathetic excuse for a territory like you with him on such a long voyage when you obviously serve as nothing more than a hindrance-or at best, a drain on supplies?"
The harsh words caught the young Italian's attention again, and he flushed with anger. "Like I told you before, I don't know anything like that!"
England scoffed. "You expect me to believe that you've spent this long at sea without knowing why you're even here? I know you're too much of a spoiled little nag to accept that, I'm not daft."
"Well it sure seems like you are, bastard!" Romano shot back. "Or if you're not stupid you must be deaf, because I keep telling you I don't know shit!"
The Empire narrowed his eyes at the insult. Perhaps he shouldn't have told the boy he wasn't intending to kill him, as doing so had obviously emboldened him. It was time to choke off this insolent streak before it had the chance to take root.
Seizing the half-empty bottle from atop his desk, the pirate strode over to stand before his prisoner. He took hold of the brunet's injured hand and roughly tore the makeshift bandage from it, bringing flecks of partially dried blood with it as it came undone. Romano flinched and tried to pull away, but couldn't prevent the older man from turning the hand out and dousing it with a stream of the bottle's contents.
The teen gasped sharply as the alcohol seeped into the open cut, biting at the tender, raw flesh as it cauterized it harshly. The Empire dropped his hand and looked on callously as the boy futilely tried to dab the wound with a loose fold of his robe-but only left fresh, brighter crimson stains on the already blood-darkened silk.
"I may not intend to kill you, but there are plenty of other things I can do if you continue to test my patience," he hissed. "Now speak, boy. What changed to make him bring you here?"
Shakily, the teen answered, "I r-really don't know! We weren't even supposed to come here, we were going to N-Napoli... After Spain came back from his last voyage he said it wasn't good for me to stay at his place anymore, s-so he said he was taking me back h-home for a while..."
"Tenerife is a long way off course from Madrid to Naples, brat. There's more you're not telling me," he accused, "like why he's here conspiring with the frog."
"I s-swear, all I know is that we arrived from Cádiz a week ago, and t-then a few days later he showed up and took Spain with him somewhere." He fell uneasily quiet, but at a look from England quickly added, "B-but they only spoke French so I don't know where they went, or w-why..."
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