SMIH Hetalia x Male!Reader - Spain

       “It's...” In your hand you held a dark emerald green guitar pick. It looked familiar. Wait... “Antonio, is this your favorite guitar pick?” You turned to the Spanish country sitting next to your right. You knew this was a precious item to him because he would tell you the story behind how he got it. This pick was the first one he got from a dear friend who loved his guitar playing. You loved his playing too, and the country knew that.

       Spain smiled bright as he nodded. “Si! I’m glad you remembered it.” He chuckled to himself and his smile seemed to falter. Furrowing your brows, you wondered what was funny and why his smile fell a bit. He soon stood up and turned to you. “Let's go to the closet!” After saying this he skipped to the closet without waiting for you.

       Smiling, you sighed shaking your head as you stood up and followed him. Alfred winked at you, knowing this was a great pick since he knew you liked Spain; the reason he gave you for knowing was because you always hung out with Antonio when you had time to spare. Blushing, you pouted and stuck your tongue out at Al, being childish. He merely chuckled.

       “Okay, dudes, you know the drill. Seven minutes, time's up.” He lightly pushed you in since you were hesitating and pushed the door almost closed. “Don't do anything far out, okay? I don't want to clean anything up.” Laughing, he finally closed the door. Your face was priceless when he said that, and you knew he only said it to rile you up.

       “Damn Alfred.” You pouted again, fumbling with the guitar pick in your hands. Before you dropped it or forgot about it, you handed the pick over to Spain. “Did you bring your guitar?”

       “I did not.” Antonio took it back with a smiling nod. “Thank you.” You nodded back, falling into silence. Spain sighed through his nose. “I'm sorry that you got my item.” He suddenly said.

       Blinking, you turned to him with a questioning gaze. “Why?”

       “Well,” he was the one playing with his pick now, not looking you in the eyes, “I know how much you like pirates and ships so I figured you liked England.” His face turned angry at the mentioned British country. “When we hang out, you always seem to mention a thing connected to pirates and the like. It only took me a few days to realize that you genuinely loved pirates. The only well known pirate among us nations I know is that bastard England.”

       You sighed. “There's more than just one of you nations being a pirate.” Antonio blinked, anger dissolved as he glanced at you. Your face tinted with pink. “I've done my research since, yeah, I love pirates. And yeah, Arthur was a well known pirate, his country was well known for piracy, but there are other countries that had accessible sea ports and pirates.” You looked up in the closet, realizing the two of you were still standing. Your feet were growing tired from standing already. “I've seen many countries with pirates on their seas. Spain being one of them, I believe.”

       Spain's green eyes were glued on you as you spoke. Yes, there were some Spanish pirates but not many were well known. He wondered if you liked him then. His face tinted pink at the thought, one of his hands coming up to his mouth, thinking how much he wanted to kiss you right now.

       “Pirates aren't the only thing I love, though.” Your (e/c) irises gazed over his face. “I love music, dancing, singing, playing instruments.” You short list consisted of the basic genre of music. “There are plenty things I love, Antonio. One thing I know I definitely love is listening to you play your guitar as you sing in that beautiful language of yours.” You smiled a brilliant smile.

       The Spanish country's face grew red. You did? He didn't realize. Now that he thought about it, though, you did always hang around him and ask him to play his guitar and sing if he had his guitar. If he didn't, he would just sing a Spanish song. You never knew what he was singing. The emotion he put into the song, though, gave enough hints for you to know what kind of songs he sung. He usually sang love songs.

       Your (e/c) eye looked between each of Tonio's eyes, searching for a specific emotion. “There's another thing I know I definitely love.” You stepped closer to him, lightly pulling his hand away from his mouth before you leaned up and kissed him. His body tensed slightly before calming down. When you pulled away, sad he didn't kiss back, you stared into his eyes. “I love you.”

       “(F/n).” Spain couldn't hold himself back. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you in, softly kissing you back. You didn't spare any seconds to kiss back, arms going around his neck.

       “I've always loved you, Tonio.” You mumbled against his lips. “Always.” Your fingers brushed through his messy brown hair. “It was always you I thought about, never England.”

       “(F/n).” He pulled you into a hug, nuzzling his nose into your neck as he smiled. “Te amo. Te amo mucho.”

       Blushing uncontrollably, you smiled, knowing what he said in his language. “Te amo, Espana.”

       Happy to hear you reply in his own language, he lifted his head and kissed you again. His hands wandered up your back causing you to shiver. Leaning his forehead on yours, he smiled bright. He really was happy. You felt glad as well.

       “Times up, dudes.” America opened the door suddenly. He grinned when he found you two wrapped up in each other. “Well, finally!” He laughed. “I was wondering when the two of you would finally get together.”

       “You owe me money, mon ami.” France smirked at Prussia. The Prussian groaned as he fetched some bills to pay the Frenchman.

       “You guys bet on me?” Spain came out, holding your hand as you followed him out.

       “Only because you never got the nerve to initiate anything with (f/n). So un-awesome that I lost the bet, but I’m happy that you finally did something.” Prussia grinned, laughing to himself.

       You sighed, shaking your head as you went back to your seat, Spain following you without hesitance. When you two sat, he pulled you onto his lap, not wanting you to sit next the the British country. He glared at England, who was confused as to why he was being glared at. You sighed, kissing Spain's cheek and whispering into his ear to stop. You were his and will always be his. Antonio blushed, smiling proud. You were happy to pull out his guitar pick.

       “You owe be five songs on your guitar now.”

       “Si! No problemo.” You chuckled at his enthusiasm, laying your head on his shoulder, happier than you have ever been.