Hey guys! I'm back again. I had a lot of fun writing this one-shot. I'm doing a project for my spanish class where we had to pick a country to "visit". Well, i was getting so used to writing about Spain that I just had to write this. I'll get to writing my other stories. I promise!
Disclaimer:I don't own Hetalia, Keurig coffee machines, or Spain (But Romano does *wink*).
The sun was sparkling and weather was humid like I liked it. The magnificent red carnations were already starting to bloom, and the water was bluer than the dyed dresses all of the women wore as they twirled to the music of my country. EspaƱa, but everyone calls it Spain. Apparently no one speaks the most beautiful language in the whole world, Spanish. Well, the people in South America do, but that's not the subject of today.
Today was a special day. My birthday! And to make it extra special, my best friend Lovino was coming over. He said that he had a surprise for me. I hope it's at least one of the two T's: tomatoes and turtles. Other than Lovino, they were the best things in the world.
Before my Italian friend could arrive, I had to get ready. I brushed my perfectly straight teeth with my favorite toothpaste that tastes just like freshly ripe tomatoes. Then I grabbed my crimson brush with c canary stripes. I brought it through my tangled hair. It didn't untangle the mess, but it did flatten it. Then I threw on my favorite graphic tee (it was blue with a cute green turtle on it) and a pair if khaki shorts.
I put on my radio and listened to a couple of songs before I heard a knock at my door. I ran over to it and threw it open. A small man about 22 stood on the other side. He had dark reddish brown hair parted on the left side of his pale face and a long curl on the right side of his head.
"Lovino!" I exclaimed in joy. He didn't smile.
"Antonio," he greeted. I hugged him and he smelled like tomatoes. He was stiff in my arms.
"Come in," I urged, opening the door wider so he could fit through. He nodded and grabbed the giant box that I just noticed next to him. It was wrapped in turtle wrapping paper.
"Happy Birthday," he mumbled handing me the box.
"Oh, you didn't have to get me anything!" I exclaimed. He rolled his eyes and sat on my couch. I dragged the box and sat down next to him with it sitting in front of it. I ripped it open and stared at it in disbelief.
"You got me a Keurig? I love coffee!"
"I know. Feliciano told me you would want it."
"Me Encanta! Even if it's American!"
"Good."
"Gracias!" I hugged him. Again he stiffened.
"You're welcome."
"Let's try it out!" We hooked up the machine and picked out one of the 36 little cups that came with it. I grabbed two red and gold mugs from the cabinet and set them on my small counter in the kitchen. When we got our coffee we sat down on my couch again. Simultaneously we took a sip.
"This tastes like crap," I stated trying not to gag. Leave it to America to ruin the taste of the most sacred drink ever.
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