Spain x Reader

 Every hated someone so much, that under all that hatred, was the feeling of love?






  You and Antonio didn't always see eye to eye, meaning you two fought a lot, and hated each other with a passion. You never knew the real reason you two fought, usually you assumed that you two just weren't meant to get along.


Whenever you two came into contact, it only led to fighting. Sometimes it was the stupidest things too. Like last week, you two fought over who Romano liked better. And frankly you were getting a bit tired of the fighting.


Antonio seemed tired of it as well, because he wasn't acting like his normal self. Anytime you came near him he would appear to be flustered and uneasy. Weird. Sometimes you would feel the same around him, like you loved him.


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You sat by your window, admiring the beautiful field outside. The grass was a pretty green and the mountains in the back made everything gorgeous. The trees leaves blowing in the wind, simply wonderful.



Suddenly something in the field caught your eye. A man. But not just any man, it was Antonio. He held a guitar in his hand as he sat down in the grass, a smug look on his face. Antonio began playing the guitar, as if no one was watching.


Since you couldn't hear anything, you decided to go outside for a moment. He was sitting by a tree, so you planned on hiding behind that. You sprint to the door and open it, and then running over to the tree.


You watched as he played the guitar smoothly, even closing his eyes. The tune he played was amazing, you could feel your foot tapping. You wanted to get closer to him, by taking a few steps forward.


You then stepped on a twig.


Antonio stopped playing the guitar and then looked in your direction. "(Name)? Why are you here?" Antonio said, blushing a bit. "I saw you playing...and I wanted to hear it. I liked the song by the way." You said, giving him a small smile.


"May I listen some more?" You asked him, taking a seat next to him. "Of course bella." He said, smiling greatly. You blushed, realizing that he called you beautiful. Antonio began to play on the guitar, and he looked at you with a grin.


You scooted closer to Antonio and looked up at him. A small breeze fluttered his hair a bit, and his eyes were closed. Carefully you leaned in, and planted a kiss upon his cheek. Pulling away shortly and blushing immensely. You turned your head towards him to see his face.


"Thank you (Name)." He said with a smile. Antonio then gave you a kiss on the cheek as well.



For the rest of the day, you and Antonio sat there, as he played his guitar.





-The End.