This one's made by Shankie.
Spain x Germany one shot
Title: The Barrel of Love
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Italy left the house and Germany was left with a gigantic, yes a huge one about human size barrel of tomatoes. Not knowing what to do, immediately, he asked France to do something about it, which he responded to by calling his "buddy" Spain. At first, Spain was very suspicious about the barrel and had not opened it for an hour, no matter how many times Germany tried to convince him that it was a barrel of tomatoes and that he'd rather have a barrel of potatoes.
But Spain grew hungrier and hungrier by the minute, specially after knowing that there was a whole bunch of those red stuff he loved, which was not blood, in the barrel. Giving in, he immediately opened the barrel and devoured the contents. Even Germany was surprised at how fast he had gobbled up the tomatoes that the clapped his hands afterwards.
Spain stared at the empty barrel in silence, he rubbed his chin while pouting. Germany gulped at Spain and slowly he backed away, "Vhat zhe hell are you thinking about...?" He said, wary of the smirk that grew on Spain's face. "Say... Germany... Do you know what a barrel ride is?" Spain stood up and put his hand on the Barrel's lid.
"A barrel ride... is when you run on top of a barrel going downhill?"
"No... I don't know what you call that. It's when you hop in the barrel, and then roll down the barrel!" Spain winked, "It's harder than running on top of a barrel."
"Isn't that suffocating?" Germany crossed his arms and raised his eyebrow.
"It can make you stronger." Spain smiled, and his smile grew even wider when he noticed how Germany suddenly became stiff, and how his gaze slowly fell down on the barrel, temptation written all over his face.
So they headed to a nearby hill, and then Spain placed the barrel laying sideward, with a rock stopping the barrel from rolling down. "Get in!" Spain hovered his hand inside the barrel. At first, Germany had hesitation, and even gulped as he looked inside the barrel, but deciding that he should just try it out and see what would happen, he immediately hopped inside and curled. 'It's so tight in here!' Germany thought as he wriggled, trying to be comfortable. Suddenly, his space was furthermore invaded when a certain Spanish idiot had hopped inside, grinning as well.
"VHAT ARE YOU-" Germany deadpanned when he saw Spain slowly taking out his foot that his hip and the barrel squeezed, "N-NO NO NO! SPAIN DON'T-!"
Spain kicked the barrel, causing it to skip over the rock that blocked it's pathway, and so they rolled down the hill in an insanely fast speed that the only thing Germany saw was white, beige, brown, and black. Germany screamed while the barrel rolled, and Spain laughed like there was no tomorrow.
However the barrel had hit a rock, causing it to fly toward a tree. At first, Germany was relieved that all the spinning had stopped, but when he noticed that there was a cool breeze going through the barrel's holes, he paled and looked up, and felt his blood dry out as he watched the blue blue sky in falling motion. After the calm suspension in air, the barrel hit a tree at the bottom of the hill, causing Spain to squeak in pain, and part of the barrel to break. The barrel then fell on the ground, and Germany fell flat on his back, and his screaming was silenced.
Wait- his screaming was silenced?
Spain fell down on top of them, and the gap between their lips were closed. At first, the two had tried to process what the hell had happened, but Germany's brain finished loading, and upon realizing that he was kissing Spain, his face whitened followed by horrendous kicking and thrashing and screaming.
THE END~