I do not own Hetalia
Through the centuries I learned to live for the moments, yes I'm oblivious and a blockhead. But that is better than when I was younger, I may not seem it now but back then I was the leader of the Bad Touch Trio. Back then I was the most feared of the three; Prussia was the fighter, France the planner, but I was both. I have been known by many names some not so great, but now a day's now go by the name's Antonio Fernandez Carriendo, Kingdom of Spain, Reindo de Espana. I am Spain I don't live for the heck of it I live for the moments of sweet life. I remember the first time I saw you at Austria's home, you were with your hermano you both were so cute in your dresses even though you were boys. When he introduced us your cute little mouth said some very dirty words, cursed at me when I took you home away from your brother. Whenever I left you alone I expecting to come home to a clean house, but I was always greeted by fallen shelves and broken furniture with you standing in the middle of the disaster. Your eyes would grow wide and you would cover your mouth because I always startled you, your face would go red as I stood there. I tried but was never successful at being mad at you. Centuries pass for us and you are an adult yet you still curse and get that cute blush from when you were younger. I remember last year you tried to make a cake for my birthday, but you ended up falling asleep and burnt the cake, the smoke alarms blaring all over the house. I came running to the sound and found you trembling in the smoky kitchen holding back tears. I took you into my arms trying to comfort you and to hide my laugh. I now you're not perfect you never were, you try to be like your brother but I like you the way you are. I thank God that you're not perfect because if you were you would not be the Lovi I fell in love with. It's the little imperfections that make me fall making me become a babbling fool in front of you. There are times when I'm driving and you're in charge of the map, and hours later we realize that the map was upside down. You blow up to hide your embarrassment, but I don't care as long as I can still hold your hand. When we are on the couch and you are leaning on my shoulder in the dark, about the same time you fall asleep so does my arm. I want to move my arm to be ride of the numb and tingling feelings but you look so like an angel, you are my fiery little angel I don't want to wake you. I live for the moments when you steal my heart and you don't even realize it. I live for the moments when you drop your walls and show me the true Italian underneath all of those thorns and barbs. I truly love you Italia Romano, you are my dearest heart.
Antonio Fernandez Carriendo
Reindo de Espana
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