Episode 4: Boss Spain and Un-Chibi Reader

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Episode 4: Boss Spain and Un-Chibi Reader

Pairing: SpainXEmily

Rating: T for minor language, implications, and violence

"Fratella?"

"Mmngh… I'm not your sister…." Emily rolled over to face the small country. "What? I was having a really great dream."

Romano smirked. "The one where you and Spain-!" She grabbed his curl. He froze, his chocolate eyes widening.

"What do you want, Lovi?"

"I-I couldn't s-sleep." Emily loosened her grip on his hair. He never slept well when Spain and his army were away. But just because she felt sympathetic (Emily didn't sleep well either) didn't mean she would pass up this chance to pick on him.

"Couldn't sleep, huh?" she poked her bottom lip out. "Afraid of all those curl pulling monsters in the dark?" She tweaked his curl for effect. Lovino gasped and grabbed her curl, pulling it hard. Emily's eyes widened and she smacked him. The sound echoed through the room. Wait, it ECHOED?

Then she heard it again, a crack, and a sound that sounded like a door breaking open. Lovino squeaked and dove under the blankets. Emily resisted the urge to do the same; if there was someone in the house, she would find out who it was. Boss had asked her to guard the house after all. At least he acknowledged that she could. Slipping on her boots, she snuck out of the room.

She reached the stairs, and began stepping down, peering through the banisters. Skipping the squeaky fifth and eighth steps (she would know as often as she snuck down for food) she reached the floor. Taking a leap over the rug (that thing was a ninja death trap with all the loose nails it covered) Emily pressed her back flush against the wall and peeked around the corner into the kitchen.

Moonlight flooded in through the window, making the orange tile on the counters glow. This glow reflected in the eyes of the intruder, making them appear red as he leaned casually against the large oak table. He turned his eyes in her direction, and Emily realized they were red. He flipped his white hair out of his eyes and smirked.

"Guten Abend, Fraulein. Have you come to grab another Mitternacht snack?" the albino's smirk widened, revealing his almost fang like teeth.

"Honhonhon, don't tease the poor thing," Emily jumped and spun around to face the blond nation. "Oh now don't scowl like that, ma chèrì! It will leave lines in your beautiful face!" He sauntered closer, somehow stepping over every loose nail hidden under that stupid rug.

"Beilschmidt, Bonnefoy, why are you creepers here?" Emily growled, stepping out of France's path. She strode into the kitchen and began rummaging through a cupboard. Hell, she was down here anyways, might as well eat. Pulling out a large knife, she cut off a piece of bread.

"For you, Fraulein." Emily tightened her grip on the knife. "And you, being the brave girl you are, came downstairs, and made it all the easier for us to take you."

"Uh-huh." She mumbled through the bread. Flipping the knife so the blade around as if it were a baton, she made herself comfortable on the counter. "And what do you want with me?"

The men exchanged rape faces. "Kesese~, you can't figure that out, mien Mädchen?"

"Another question," Emily said, blatantly ignoring the previous comment and the feeling of dread building in her gut. "I thought you pervs and Boss were friends. What happened to the Bad Touch Trio? You know, because somehow a bi, a gay, and an incredibly hot Spaniard equals three." Never would she admit to them that they were all incredibly hot. And speaking of which, she was incredibly cold with the sharp autumn winds blowing in through the broken door.

"Out of curiosity, who's the gay?" Prussia asked.

"You, you idiotic sausage sucking bastard." Emily directed her death glare at the Prussian.

"Who's the incredibly hot Spaniard?" They all visibly jumped and turned to the door.

Emily's heart stopped. Standing there in the wrecked doorway was the incredibly hot Spaniard, with one of those evil little smirks on his face. She gulped and blushed, partly because he was in his full pirate outfit (and she had a thing for that pirate outfit) and partly because she realized how little she actually was wearing. No wonder she was freezing her ass off in her paper thin night gown.

"BUSTED! Kesesese!"

"Honhonhon, the truth is out now!"

Refusing to meet her Boss's eyes, she slipped off the counter. Even if they had practically ruined her pride, they still weren't supposed to be here. Leaving the knife on the counter she began to stalk her way back to the stair case. Pain suddenly exploded in her foot, followed by the side of her face, which was pressed against that infernal rug. Hysterical cackles burst from the intruders.

Emily sat up in time to see Spain pull an axe from practically nowhere. Before doing anything about the giggling allies on the floor, he tossed her the knife, which she miraculously caught. Finally meeting his eyes, a soundless agreement passed between the two. He spun around and caught the albino in the chest with the butt of his axe.

The blonde pulled a long rapier from its sheath and parried the coming onslaught of the axe. "Honhonhon!" Prussia groaned and sat up, eyeing Emily. Flipping the knife upside down against her arm, she stood.

"Fratella?" She wheeled her head around to face a wide eyed Lovino.

"Go back to bed, Lovi. Boss will save us. It will be okay-!"

"Kesesese~! Oh yes, just go back to bed. It will be just fine." She couldn't see the German's face, but Emily could imagine his smirk. She squirmed in his grasp, Lovino frozen on the stairs. Finally she snaked one arm free. Feeling the cool blade against her skin, an idea sprouted.

Throwing her head back, she heard the satisfying shout of pain as she hit the Prussian's lip. His grip loosened and she spun, kneeing him in the groin. He fell to his knees. Emily took a handful of his white hair and lined the blade up with his throat. She looked down into his red eyes and smirked her own evil smirk.

She looked up at Spain. Still his battle raged with France. They're skills were evenly matched; no one appeared to be winning. Spin, thrust, parry, strike, duck, kick, slice, France's skill with his thin blade was impressive. He caught the Spaniard in the stomach with the tip, slicing through his shirt like paper. As Spain fell to his knees, France brought his rapier up and bowed, the bloodstained tip glinting wickedly in the moonlight.

Emily gasped, unconsciously tightening her grip on the Prussian's hair, and he growled.

"Hey Dummkopf! Help me!" He squirmed, and she pressed the blade harder to his throat. France stepped toward her, and still harder she pushed, now a thin trail of blood tricking down over the pale skin.

"F-fratella…" Lovino said warningly from behind her, "Fratella, h-he's gotta…"

The swish echoed through the room. Emily blinked; no longer was she staring at France, but up at the ceiling. Something cold was at her throat, parts of it warm. His rapier. She dropped Prussia and the knife.

"Aah! Put me down; bastardo!" Out of the corner of her eye she saw Prussia scoop up Lovino, her blade now at his throat.

Emily closed her eyes, waiting for whatever would happen. There was a groan, and she felt the blade push harder against her neck.

And then it was gone. Blinking, she looked down and saw it.

Click.

The thin blade clattered to the floor, and the Frenchman put his hands in the air, dropping to his knees. Emily's breath caught in her throat; aimed right between two cerulean orbs was a gun. The gun wobbled slightly in the Spaniard's hands; blood had begun to seep through his thick red coat.

"Put… Roma…down."

Lovino was dropped to the floor with a squeak and he ran behind Emily.

"Why?" Spain demanded.

The two nations said nothing.

"Why?"

"It… was Gilbert's idea-!" Spain quickly snapped the gun towards Prussia.

"We were awesome, Antonio! Remember us, the Bad Touch Trio? Weak as we are, you remained strong! You left us behind! That girl, she's behind it. She practically runs this place! We thought if we had her, we could regroup. Invade someplace, just like old times!" The Prussian's voice began to rise in pitch. "So we thought while you were away, we would come in and borrow your little servant, get a taste for the luxury."

"I'm no servant." Emily spat. "And I don't just work because I'm paid. I love it here. I'm fed, I'm safe, have you heard Lovi? He calls me his sister. Hell, you can take me, but don't expect anything out of me. This…this is home. I… I feel like I have a family."

"Honhonhon, so touching, ma chèrì! But you've admitted your l'amour for 'Tonio, don't think things will be as comfortable as they were before." Standing up, he got right in her face.

A wave of anger flooded through Emily. She growled and socked him square in the nose. He yelped and leaped back into Prussia, knocking them both to the ground. The albino was the first on his feet, and he yanked France up by the collar. Eyes wide, they sprinted out the door.

"No! They-!" Emily tried to catch Spain as he collapsed to the floor. Coming up short, she used her momentum to fly over him and into the kitchen. Sprinting around the middle counter she swung herself out the door.

They were long gone.

She had assumed as much. "Lovino, go find some bandages and wet some towels," Emily said as she sulked back inside. The little country scurried off without a word; his eyes still wide.

"Boss?" she asked quietly, pulling Spain's hand away from his side. He groaned, and then yelped as she began to pull away the fabric from the gash. Unable to keep his shirt out of the wound, she did the next best thing. Take it off. And she never wanted Spain to get hurt…

…but HOT DAMN.

Emily took a moment to view the…view in front of her. Ripped was an understatement. Every muscle was beautifully toned, sweat and blood glistening in the moonlight.

"Fratella~?" She could hear the sneer in Lovino's voice. Wiping her mouth on the back of her hand she took the offered bandages and towels and set to work, tuning out Lovino rummaging in the kitchen.

"Oi, Boss!" Lovino snapped through the tomato he was now eating.

Spain groaned and turned his head toward the Italian. "Yes, Lovi?"

"Don't… don't ever leave again, bastard!" He pitched the rest of the fruit at his head, turning and running away before he could hear the satisfying splat. Antonio chuckled and glanced at Emily, his emerald eyes shining through the gunk. Emily blushed and looked away, forcing her thoughts on finishing bandaging his wound.

"How bad is it, chica?"

"I-it's not too deep…" She mumbled.

"I can't hear you, mi amor, maybe you should come closer to the 'incredibly hot Spaniard', no?" He grinned, slowly licking some of the tomato off his face. Emily's blush darkened still. "Chica, it looks like you were hit with a tomato!" He laughed.

"I…I should go check on Roma…" She stood up and began to leave.

"No, Emily, wait, I'm sorry, mi amor, come back."

"Why, so you can continue to tease me about words that you weren't supposed to hear?"

"If you love me, than why wasn't I supposed to hear them?" He groaned and stood wiping his face off on his soiled coat.

"Because, unlike you, I have to worry about people not loving me back. You…You'll never have to worry about that," she still faced away from him, hanging her head dejectedly.

"Not anymore, I don't."

"Wha-!" She yelped as he wrapped his arms around her, resting his chin on her shoulder.

"I don't have to worry about the person I love not loving me back because she told me she loved me."

"I…you love me…?" She turned around in his arms and buried her head in his chest.

"Si, te amo." Placing his hands on her shoulders and holding her out at arm's length. He bent down and green met hazel for a brief moment before their lips met instead.

"Fratella, are you coming to bed?"

Spain broke the kiss and grinned at the little country. "Of course she'll be coming to bed!"

"Your bed," she mumbled and mashed they're lips together once more.

A/N I WILL NEVER WRITE IN THIRD PERSON AGAIN. It's really awkward…. Plz review!