Title: Euphoric Field
Author: Konekorew
Pairing: Spain/Antonio Ferñandez-Carriedo x Defensive/Angry/Depressed! Reader [A.K.A Angst]
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia or 'Euphoric Field: A Tale of Memories'.
Note: You do not have to know what 'Euphoric Field: A Tale of Memories' is to read this story. All will still make sense, I assure you.


1. Less Than Forty-Five Seconds
...I didn't think there were bullies at this academy...

You always knew somewhere in the back of your mind that there was a color missing from your world. There was a time when the picture frame held so many vibrant hues, saturated with an explosive palette. Life had been easier and happier for you; you never wanted those days to end. Now inside of your frame, everything was grayscale; second dimensional, blank.

You could never exactly tell when your life had become so silent but in the farthest part of your memories, you remember yourself fiddling about in your room like you always did when you heard a loud noise from the kitchen: the smashing of glass. You forced your body out of your room and towards the sound when you saw your guardians fighting, one of their hands covered in blood from smashing a window. It was the last sound you ever remember hearing in your world and the last color you ever bothered to see.

You were in high school now, a junior, and made a vow to yourself to never communicate with people. You only knew that letting someone into your colorless world, trying to let them fill it with vibrancy again, would only leave you with nothing. Your canvas would eventually just go blank white and even your own existence would be wiped from the rest of the world.

It was in early October when you arrived at Hetalia Academy. After a divorce agreement between your family members, it was insisted that you move schools. Since you had yet to buy a school uniform, a [color] tank top and a [second color] zip-up hoodie adorned your shoulders. The autumn wind tousled your [hair length] tresses as the hues of fire and brimstone surrounded you. However, living in your grayscale world, you ignored their color, just as you had the color of your clothing. Your [color] toned jeans wrinkled with you as you strode towards the building. You turned a blind eye to the weird stares you were getting from other people adorned in a uniform and obviously had never seen you before, pushing open the doors of the school as you made your way to the front office.

You hated the world and life so much, you couldn't even feel the warmth in your hands as you touched those sunlight covered doorknobs.

The conversation with the office secretary had undoubtedly been awkward. You barely said a word, maybe a mutter or two in reply, and the poor, busty woman- Ukrainian, if you could tell by her accent- was left to try and explain to you what was going on, fretting about. You adjusted your school bag, the only accessory to you body aside from clothing, as the woman gave you a schedule and a school map. 'Class 1-A', you mentally muttered and wandered about the halls as other students mingled or went off to other business before school started. To be honest, being in Class 1-A didn't come as a surprise to you. You were forced to try and keep your grades up to try and show your existence to your family; you still were forgotten, despite all of your hard work. Even so, you were glad to be in a class group divided from those impetuous morons that would annoy you for the rest of your school year.

You found your way upstairs and to your classroom flawlessly and happened to be ten minutes early. There were a few people inside but none turned their attention towards you as you stepped inside. You also noted that the teacher, female as well, hadn't noted your existence. Standing in front of her desk, you muttered a "Miss?" to capture her attention. She blinked up from her work, brushing hair away from her face and frowned. "Do you need something, child?"

You were used to this kind of simple formality so a stiff, ceremonial conversation was a break for you. All you had to do was seem quiet and reserved and it would actually look normal to the other party. "My name is [first and last name]. I joined your class this semester." The woman tried to smile, no doubt put off by your apathetic tone and went over a clipboard that must have held her class list on it. "Ah yes: [first and last name]. Alright, thank you for telling me so I didn't skip over your name while calling attendance." You felt a small bit of relief but not happiness, from no other words being exchanged and you went to find yourself a seat. You picked a spot near the window, writing in a new spiral notebook as the class filled in. You looked back and forth from your writing to see the leaves flutter off and away from the tress and onto the ground. 'Such freedom,' you wondered again and then looked over at what you wrote on the paper's lines.

'She was the only one in her world; therefore, the girl was a God.'

The class bell rung you briefly wondered why there was a pick-up of noise around you. You dismissed it, however, as people questioned your presence, no doubt rumors already going around. You closed your notebook, sighing and went to pocket the paper when you heard the door open, followed by a loud, "Lo siento!"

Picking up on the foreign presence, you raised your eyebrows and glanced over at the figure in the door frame, as others had, to lock eyes with him. For one time since the divorce, you actually noted the colors this man wore. Other than his deep purple blazer and green plaid trews, he had vibrant malachite irises that sparkled with something you hadn't seen in a long time. Along with his above average height, his hair curled in the- you almost thought 'cutest'- way right down the tips of his ears and the nape of his neck. You could only imagine how far that rich, natural tan of his covered his body.

You then noted people looking back between the two of you and then something else pass between the man's eyes. He seemed to smile directly at you and took his seat in an abandoned corner in the back. The teacher cleared her throat and the class gave her their attention. Through a boring lesson that involved a syllabus and the checking out of books, the class bell eventually rung and you shoved the new literary piece inside of your school bag. As to what book it was, you didn't bother with it. Setting the bag on the ground, it was out of your line of sight when a girl stopped beside your desk. "Ahem," She coughed and you all but seethed at her for looking at you as though you've done such a terrible crime. "Yes?" You muttered bluntly.

"You're new, aren't you?" You bit back a comment to the girl about 'could you ask me something that isn't completely obvious?'. "Well you really need to learn about whose seat you're sitting in," She pointed back to the man in the doorway, lazily looking from the girl's finger to the man. You observed this time he didn't look as raw with color; he looked normal like anyone else did if you decided to look at their color pallet. "What about whose seat I'm sitting in?" You stood. "If it really bothered someone or you- it seems-, why wasn't I told about it?" 'Or at least have the fucking guts to tell it to my face.'

"Because anyone with half a mind should know you don't take the seat of Antonio Ferñandez-Carriedo- even if you're new here!" You heard a sigh of flirtatiousness escape her mouth at the male, Antonio's, name and you groaned. Oh, you saw where this was going. Clearly you were stuck inside of those lame and half-assed story scenarios where there was some really popular kid- tall, dark, handsome, smarts, athletics, has it all- and every single girl in school would get jealous over anyone who had anything to do with them. Deciding to get out of this situation before it got worse, you stood up from 'your' seat and glared at the nameless bitch. "Tell him he can have his seat back then."

You stepped out of the classroom to go and get yourself away from the girl and get yourself a drink of water when you noticed that there was something absent on your shoulders. Feeling your back, you groaned and noted that your backpack was missing from your body. When you turned back into the class, not only was that girl gone but your materials as well. You didn't even care to notice that Antonio was still in his other seat. You looked around heatedly for the woman to give her a piece of your mind when you looked out the window to see several items scattered about the school's grounds. It was hard to make out in the cover of leaves but you had a hunch it was yours. Groaning, you threw caution of staying for the next class to the wind and went to walk yourself outside and gather up your things.

As you trotted down the now vacant stairwell, you ran into the Ukrainian woman again- Katyusha Braginskya if you remembered correctly- who blinked at you and frowned. "Miss [last name]? You're supposed to be in class, are you not?" You briefly thought that her Ukrainian accent was cute. You sighed and nodded in understanding to the far kinder woman. "Yes, I am aware of that…" You rubbed your temples in annoyance. "But it would seem that someone has decided to toss my belongings out of a window and onto the courtyard. Might I go and retrieve it?" 'I didn't think there were bullies at this academy,' you grunted. 'Oh well- you learn something new every day.'

You received a piteous frown from Katyusha before she nodded and gave you a neon orange slip that excused you for the time being. You were then let outside of the school doors and you ignored the nip of the cold air as you traveled down the cement stairs to gather up your things. You at least were glad there wasn't any sort of water or fountain for anything of yours to fall into; that would have made your life even worse, somehow. First, finding the easiest object, your backpack, strewn up a tree, you vaguely wondered how that girl managed to do all of this within the time span she did. As you reached up on your tip-toes to swipe at your bag, you heard a noise from behind you.

"'She was the only one in her world; therefore, the girl was a God.' That sounds… A bit melodramatic, don't you think?"

Your [color] hair whipped behind you, [color] orbs going doe-eyed like a deer's in the light. You immediately recognized the voice and the writing and all but scowled to see the man: Antonio Ferñandez-Carriedo in all his 'glory'. He still had that ever present smile on his face and it was from then on that you concluded that he had to be the most god awfully annoying man you had ever met. Baring your teeth, you ripped your backpack from the tree branch and strode over to him, taking your notebook out of his hands. "Whether or not it's melodramatic is really none of your concern, Mr. Carriedo." 'It's a perfect representation of my life; that's all it is.'

Instead of being phased by your bluntness, the man had the gall to laugh at your notion. "Well it should be! Why does the girl in the story have to be alone? Can't she have friends?"

You deadpanned at the male, mouth agape slightly before throwing your hands up in the air and storming off to find the rest of your things. You didn't really care if you were abusively shoving everything in your backpack: you wanted to get the hell out of here and away from that annoying Antonio. At first glance, he looks like a quiet and understand guy but now you knew that he was just incredibly 'all-up-in-your-business'.

But no, life wouldn't make anything easy for you, would it? As you went to pick up a pencil case filled with another assorted charcoal inks and black and grey inking pens, you heard the brunet's voice once more. "You never explained to me the story of that girl. Can you at least tell me why she's alone, señorita?"

You halted your movements briefly, planning on humoring the man and quirked an eyebrow in his direction. "Well why does our world need to be filled with other existences? And what makes you think the girl is alone?" You knew you were confusing the man but you didn't care. It was a terrifying truth you'd learned far too long ago. "If one has never experienced companionship, one also can't feel lonely. So how can you call the girl lonely?"

A smirk found its way onto your lips, feeling as though you'd bested the man with his lapse of silence and managed to find the rest of your items. Digging through your jeans pocket, you retrieved the orange slip to hand back to your second hour teacher for your lateness. As you walked up the cements stairs and towards the school entrance, you all but forgot about Antonio's existence. That is, until you heard him yell after you.

"Well maybe the girl should experience companionship! Maybe you could make it so she doesn't have to be alone!"

Your feet stopped right before the double doors, causing you to frown deeply but you didn't turn back to Antonio. Instead, you went to class and continued on your merry way. After returning to class 1-A, you watched everyone glare at you. You handed your slip to your new teacher and went back to Antonio's seat, ignoring the scowls from other people. Antonio either said nothing or just didn't seem to care because when he came into the room, he smile apologetically at you and sat back down in the seat in the back. That teacher must not have noticed anything either because the male didn't say anything towards the two of you.

You never would've guessed that sometime within the distant future, you'd be writing something else in that notebook.

'It was a chance encounter that lasted less than forty-five seconds.'


(A/N: Hey everyone! So, as myself being in a 'Euphoric Field: Tale of Memories' mood, I decided to write this little… thing. Whether or not that this should be continued depends on you. I'm kind of saddened at how short the beginning is but to be perfectly honest… I also couldn't care less. I think it does a nice job of explaining things. Besides, wouldn't want too much information to be spilled, would we?

So, depending on the reviews of PMs I get, I'll debate on whether or not I should continue this or leave it a one-shot. I'm sorry but there will be a lot of 'Ef: A Tale of Memories' references so if that bothers you, be warned or you can just leave now if you wish. You'll soften up a little bit more by the end of this but right now reader, you're very defensive and lonely! Q AQ But Antonio knows the way to your heart, that I promise!

Critique is welcome- thank you lovelies and have a wonderful day!)

(A/N: The decision has been made! This story will continue! Even by the few amount of people that have seen the first chapter, I really hope you all enjoy it! I will update as soon as possible. Also, sorry if I make it vague about your family situation, Reader. Q AQ It's supposed to be vague though since I know not everyone lives with their parents, myself included, so I'm trying to make this story as bendable to the will of reality as possible! Sorry if that bothers a few of you... Note me if it does or if you have another idea for this. )