This oneshot wasn't going to be published yet but my laptop needs to have its data erased so, since I know I'm going to forget to save this in a pendrive, I publish it now :)
Sorry for all the typos, grammar mistakes, for my crappy English, etcétera...
This is the scene in which Teruel asks Valencia out. It happened in Nicaragua's letters (by Evemiliana) but I needed to write a bit more about it.
And well... Valencia and Teruel are my OCs. They're Spanish regions (Valencia is also a city).
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia
It was a quiet and warm night in the outskirts of Valencia City. Valencia and Teruel were in Valencia's house, writing in silence some mails to their family. Well, that was until Teruel decided to look at Valencia's screen from behind the couch and…
"I'm gonna kill Nicaragua!" he yelled and then smiled at Valencia, who was in the couch reading the mail that the American nation had sent her, as if nothing had happened "Are you writing to her? I need to tell her… something"
"Eh… Sure. If you say it's important…" Valencia handed him her laptop whispering "She's writing funny things lately"
Teruel was busy tipping furiously so he didn't hear her comment. "Now you can send it" he said hoping that Valencia wouldn't read it… But she did. And she added some words. Then she looked at Teruel with a rather confused expression and said "I thought you were in good terms with Nicaragua".
"I am" He answered sitting beside her with his own laptop on his lap. He was tipping his own mail to Nicaragua when Valencia received a new mail from said nation.
The male region knew that both of her sisters would keep talking about that topic. He had to do something. 'Maybe… Tonight's the night' He thought.
"Valencia, I need to tell you something. Something important. Just… Wait a moment, ok? I need to go find something. I'll be back in a minute." He said looking at Valencia's green eyes. He wrote quickly an answer to the mail he had just received from Nicaragua without even reading it. "I'm going to tell her" was the only thing he wrote before turning off the laptop and leaving it on a nearby table. He went outside to make a phone call to one of Valencia's twin brothers.
"Teruel? Are you Teruel?" Castellón's surprised voice asked.
"Yes, I am. Don't be so surprised. I need to ask you something important. I'm in a hurry so I'll go straight to the point. How do you say 'Will you go out with me?' in Valenciano?" Teruel asked hoping not to be heard by the Mediterranean region that was inside the house.
"You could say 'Vols eixir amb mi?'. Are you finally asking my sister out? That's great!" Castellón's excited voice was cut by Teruel, who had ended the call and went back to the house.
Valencia was texting someone, probably Nicaragua. She didn't notice Teruel, who had entered the house and had gone to the guest room that he usually habited to fetch a bunch of roses he had 'just in case'. Then, he stood in front of Valencia, repeating in his head Castellón's words. When Valencia finally noticed Teruel's nervous face, she stood up and left her laptop in the couch.
"Are you ok?" She asked worried.
"They're for you" Teruel said fast, handling her the flowers. "I love you. Vols eixir amb mi?"
Valencia was speechless, something unusual. Being the oblivious region she was, Valencia was the only region in Spain – and outside Spain – that wasn't aware about Teruel's feelings… And about her own. Taking advantage of Valencia's surprise, Teruel kissed her. Valencia's eyes were wide open but after a second she closed them and kissed him back.
The kiss ended and Valencia answered, looking at Teruel's hopeful eyes, "Yes. I love you too"
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