Hello, all! So, I'm considering this being one of a compilation of Hetalia drabbles that I'm starting. Does that sound good? For the record, I ship just about everything, so feel free to leave me suggestions in the comments section! Make sure to review too! It keeps me writing! ~Cheylock

Home on the Range: a Spain x America drabble

It had been a long day. Alfred couldn't deny that at all. He was completely wiped out, and all of his fellow cowhands were currently asleep around the bonfire. Well, all but one. Antonio had been the one, who brought the cows with him when he'd moved to America, and they were currently herding them west to be sold at auction.

Alfred sighed and sat down on one of the logs, removing his hat as he did so. His entire body ached, and he rolled his shoulders, groaning a bit as he did. He couldn't believe he'd agreed to do this. Looking over at Antonio, he couldn't help but smile a little. The two of them had become fast friends in the brief time they'd known each other. Currently, the Spaniard was leaning back, his hands behind him and resting in the dirt, as he looked up at the night sky. Alfred looked up as well. Man, the days may be hell, but this…this is worth it… he thought to himself. The stars twinkled above their heads in a way that, even then, was diminished in the city by gas lamps and such. Here, there was nothing between them. It was gorgeous.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" he heard the voice beside him ask. He looked over at Antonio and smiled a little. "That it is," he responded.

"I've always loved the plains. I miss the buffalo, though. They used to be all around here. People have been poaching them for their pelts and such..." Antonio said sadly, his gaze turning from the sky to the ground. "They're such gentle creatures. It's really a shame."

"The pelts sell though, Antonio. I wish they didn't, but they do. It's a good market," Alfred said softly, though a small bit of remorse tinted his voice as he said the words. He didn't like what the settlers were doing to the buffalo at all. But, then again, he'd always had a weakness for animals.

"That's the problem though, amigo…" the Spaniard said, gently scuffing his worn boots in the dirt as he said it. "It's not all about the money. Sometimes it's better to protect the things that can't be replaced than to make a profit off them that will only go away over time."

Alfred had to admit, he had a point. But there was really nothing the two of them could do. After all, they were only cowboys. Next to the Native Americans, they were sort of at the bottom of the societal heap. He wished he could, though. He moved a little closer to him and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. "Everything will be okay eventually, Antonio. You'll see…" he murmured, though he wasn't quite sure if it was actually true.

"How can you possibly know that?" he asked with a sigh, though he rested his head against Alfred's shoulder. The man was warm, after all, and it was freezing. For a place where the sun beat down all day, it got freezing cold at night. He shivered a little bit.

Alfred caught the shiver and stood, removed his beaten up jacket, and draped it over the other man's shoulders. It wasn't much. It was pretty thin, but it should at least shield him from the wind. He sat back down and smiled over at him. "I don't…" he said softly. "I'm just kinda an optimist."

Antonio chuckled softly and pulled the jacket tighter around him. "You're sure you won't be cold without this?" he asked, looking up at the American. "It's really windy out here."

"Nah, I'll be fine. I'm kind of a walking heater. I'm always too warm," he laughed softly. "Even when it's cold like this."

Antonio smiled a bit and cuddled close to him. "Well then, thanks. How can I repay you, sir?" he teased gently, looking up at him.

"You could let me kiss you…" he said without thinking, then blushed dark when he realized it had actually left his mouth as opposed to just being in his mind. Oh sweet mother of god…I cannot believe I actually just said that! he thought to himself. I'm such an idiot!

Antonio blushed as well, though not as fiercely as Alfred did. He had to admit, he'd liked the American ever since they'd first met. He'd just assumed that there was no way he felt the same way. Apparently I was wrong, he thought to himself. What a fantastic surprise. With that, he leaned up and gently placed his lips on Alfred's.

Alfred let out a soft noise of surprise at the action, but after a moment he relaxed and kissed him back. He wrapped his arms around his waist, and as suddenly as the kiss had begun, it stopped.

Antonio pulled away and smiled up at him. "That was sufficient payment, si?" he teased.

Alfred smirked. "I don't know, dude. I think you have some debts to work off."

Yay, fluffy cuteness! I got this idea in my history class today because we're learning about Westward Expansion. I'd learned that Spain did, in fact, bring long-horned cattle over to America, which was a major reason cowboys were needed . And thus, this drabble was born! Hoped you guys liked it! More to come!