【🍅𝕻𝖍𝖔𝖙𝖔-𝖎𝖓𝖘𝖕𝖎𝖗𝖊𝖉 𝖜𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌🍅】
Fanfiction website doesn't allow the use of picture so here is the link where you can view it (no spacing): archiveofourown dot org/ works/22218616/chapters/53050861#workskin
Vexation simmered low and unbearable inside the Spaniard's miniature form as he watched the British nation pawing at his hermano with those tea-stained and sticky digits that will no doubt sully Portugal's complexion. Huffing like an irate turtle, Spain unceremoniously fling succession of no less than three tomatoes at the smirking puta.
Splash Splash Splash! …Ahh, let it never be said that the personification of the Iberian nation doesn't have a mean, deadly accuracy when it comes to throwing articles at his adversary. Perhaps much later, one will find the Spaniard weeping inconsolably for the noble sacrifice made by those brave, beloved fruits.
But for now, as Spain pasted his tiny form against his hermano's cheek, he was contented to purring up like a storm. He rewarded himself with nuzzle against the tip of Portugal's nose for having successfully rescued his hermano from the fiendish Britain. Between the purring and smooches, he thought he heard Portugal trying to coax him into letting go of his face, but that must be a mistake! Hermano, come back home with me, si! The scent of dessert wine and custard tarts from his hermano's skin was almost as good as churros and tomatoes. He smells so much like home!
Come back to me, Portugal, you can have anything you want. What? Of course I'll acknowledge your independence from me, Spain lied so, so earnestly. Bright, emerald optics shone with absolute adoration and theatrical proclamations of filial love and promises on his lips. Come back home with me, por favor, Portugal!
【 Ａｒｔｗｏｒｋ ｉｓ ｒｅｇｒｅｔｔａｂｌｙ ｎｏｔ ｍｉｎｅ】