Here's a Spain X Reader for your reader enjoyment. I do not own Hetalia. Sadly I never will...
You were walking around your neighborhood when you notice a new person moved into the old house down the street. Maybe I should bring them something? Remembering what you'd seen in movies once or twice, you decided not to because you are a terrible cook. Though you can bake pretty good, your cooking is not the best. (It's not as bad as England's though) You hear a door open behind you, you, still deep in thought.
"Hola! What is your name? I just moved here so I don't know anyone!" The person, which you now know is a man, shouted.
He had short messy brown hair and bright, cheery green eyes. He then proceeded to go look at a garden full of tomatoes.
"Señorità, are you okay?" The man asked.
"O-oh yes. My name is _, _ _. " I stuttered, blushing.
"Bastante..." His voice murmured and trailed off.
"Oh, um, I am Spain. It's nice to meet you _.
"Would you like to come inside for some tomatoes? I grow them myself!" Spain asked you.
"Oh, sure! I love tomatoes!" Suddenly becoming flustered as you realize he invited you inside.
"Come on in and follow me to the kitchen!" He called from in front of you.
His house is very nice. You thought as you walked down a long hallway to the kitchen.
When you got to the kitchen, you noticed a tank full of turtles.
"They're so cute!" You exclaimed happily.
"Gracias, _!" Spain said.
He turned back to the tomatoes he was cutting up.
"Finished!" He said, while plating the tomatoes.
You and him then sat down at the kitchen's bar to eat them. You took a bite and...
"Yummy! They're so sweet and delicious!" You exclaimed, after swallowing.
"Glad you like them, _! I love tomatoes!" He says, while glancing outside.
You then also look out the window. You see dark clouds forming in the sky. Oh, no you think, suddenly scared of the thought of the loud thunder and scary lightning. You then hear a crash of thunder and lightning making you jolt.
"_? Are you afraid of the storm?" Spain asked.
"I-I'll be f-fine. It's just a storm, it can't hurt me right? You say stuttering and shaking.
"_, it's allright, I'll protect you." Spain says, trying to comfort you.
"Really?" You ask, stunned.
"Of course. Te amo, _." Spain said sweetly, as he kisses you.
You sit there, even more stunned than before. After he breaks the kiss, you say...
"I love you too, Spain."
Bastante= Pretty
Did you like it? I personally think this is the worst one I've written.
