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Spain x Reader - Us (Final)

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Spain x Reader – Us (Final)

“I should be over all the butterflies
But I'm into you (I'm into you)
And, baby, even on our worst nights
I'm into you (I'm into you)
Let 'em wonder how we got this far
'Cause I don't really need to wonder at all
Yeah, after all this time
I'm still into you” Still into you, Paramore



Antonio rolled on the bed, the morning light finally strong enough to pass through his eyelids and compelling him to wake up. He let his fingers wander through the blankets, but they only found the crumbled sheets, which were already losing the warmth of the body that was lying beneath them just a few moments before. He cracked his eyes open, but only a blurred sight of the room reached his retinas.

-[f/n]? – He called, finally noticing the sounds of the shower, coming from the bathroom.
She left the door that connected them open, so he heard her response, despite the noise from the water falling.

-Good morning, sleepy head. – He listened to her say. After a while, everything became quiet and he was greeted by the vision of [f/n] coming, half dressed in her work clothes, one hand finishing the buttons of her shirt, while the other dried her [h/c] hair with a white towel.

-Buenos dias. – He said to her, admiring the view while she finished putting her skirt and heels. –And, just for the record, the most beautiful clothes still can’t do justice to your stunning body. You should go without them.

She made a mixed sound, something between a snort and a choke, blushing.

-You were always such a Don Juan. – She mocked, and it was his turn to laugh. [f/n] walked to him, swaying her hips along the way. –What about this one? Am I better off? – Her finger tangled around the chain in her neck, pulling the delicate ruby outside her shirt, and playing with the small pendant.

He gently wrapped his hand around hers.

-No, this one you should keep. – He pulled her for a kiss.

That was one hell of a year.
On the first few weeks, he couldn’t eat. The food felt tasteless, getting a nauseous feeling every time he tried to put some on his mouth, nothing staying for too long on his stomach. All just seemed a horrible mixture of sand, and burned plastic on his tongue.
Even tomatoes.

It took several scolds, screams and curses from Romano for him to try to eat again. One time Lovino even threatened him to have pizza pushed down his throat with a funnel, with toothpicks under his nails to maintain his mouth open. Maybe that was something that German taught him, because it was just so bizarre that he couldn’t really believe him. Though the Italian did bring them to his house.

Nerveless all his friends efforts, he lost some weight, because food just didn’t feel like food.

It felt like nothing.


Antonio shivered; a sudden cold going down his spine, along with the dreadful memories. Blinking, he found the most amazing shades of [e/c] staring at him, worried.

-Are you okay? – She brushed his dark hair away from his skin, using her fingers, and touching his forehead with her own, to feel its temperature.

He passed an arm around her waist, drawing her closer, until she lost her balance and fell over him. Toni was now trapped by her, though he couldn’t be happier about that.

-Wha…!!! -She shouted as she stumbled forward. It was so cute that he had to give a quick peck on her cheek.

-Really, Toni, just what do you think you’re doing? – She asked, her face very flushed, and her [h/c] hair making a curtain between them and the rest of the world.

-Nothing, amor. – He told her, rolling them both and switching positions with a very surprised [f/n]. –Though I do have to say I prefer seeing you like this. – He winked at her and observed, very amused, as how her expression was divided into laugh and embarrassment. She tried to hide her face on the pillow behind her.

-Really, Toni, stop messing around! – She said, her words muffled by the pillowcase.

The Spaniard smirked; brushing his fingertips over the exposed skin between her now messed up shirt and the crimpled skirt.

-I didn’t even start to mess up with you, niña. – He whispered into her ear.

[f/n] couldn’t be more confuse.

After she parted to [f/c], some pretty odd things started to happen, and she didn’t know how she should react to all that.

Sam, Toni’s girlfriend, was making angry calls at her (and she was always too sleepy or shocked to hang up on her. Sometimes, [f/n] was too polite for her own good.). In each and every one of them, [f/n] could never understand what the girl was saying, because all of the ‘talk’ they had usually consisted in Sam crying, screaming, and sobbing hysterically on the other side of the line. Somehow, they were always in the middle of the night.

Because apparently Sam didn’t know about the time zone difference, and she could never say anything bigger than two syllables before the other going over and over in her yells about how it wasn’t fair, or that it wasn’t her fault. All of that was very tiring, and she even fell asleep with the girl still rambling. Twice, to be more precise. Not that [f/n] was counting.

It took a ridiculously large number of them until she found out some pieces of the events Sam was howling about.

Sam had cheated on Antonio, in an attempt to make him pay more attention to their relationship, or something along those lines. [f/n] couldn’t believe on how stupid that sounded, until she heard that Toni broke up with her right after he found out.
[f/n] felt a guilty happiness built in the pit of her stomach, the sensation crawling up until her throat and blocking every possible sound. But that didn’t stop the absurdly large smile to form in her lips, though she covered it with her hand, a little ashamed.  
However, the feeling became only happiness, partly because of how she was becoming annoyed with Toni’s ex, but mostly because the girl seemed to think it was all because of her.

A sparkle of hope light up in her chest.

Maybe…

No. She told herself. You’ll only get hurt all over again. Wasn’t enough to have your heart broken once? Why do you want it to do it again? Get a grip. Don’t. Just don’t.

Or at least that was what she repeated to herself again and again. But there was a very small part of her, the part that never stopped being Toni’s best friend and hopelessly in love with him, that was softly whispering how wonderful would that be.
[f/n] was having troubles to sleep at night for a different reason now.


She writhed beneath him, a massive blush taking over her [s/c] skin.

-You know, some people have this magical concept, it might sound crazy, I know, but… They actually work to make a living. How amazing is that? Oh, look, I’m one of them! How forgetful of me. Now could you please release me? – The really amazing part was that she managed to make that speech with a straight face, or as straight as possible when you have a gorgeous brunet pressing you against a mattress and his hands are very curious.

Antonio gave a playful bite on her neck, snickering as she squirmed and tried to muffle a moan.

-Do tell me, amor. But, as far as I know, today is domingo. – Her eyes widened with the information.

-Are you sure? – She tested, wondering if he wasn’t joking with her.

-Check the alarm clock, cariño. – She looked over his shoulder, supporting the weight of her upper body on her elbows. Toni made it very difficult for her, though, once he was attacking her neck with bites and kisses. Despite that, she eventually focused on the red numbers and letters from the alarm clock.

07:35 Sun

It was Romano time to make calls at irregular hours. He yelled just as much as the crazy ex, and had a much dirtier mouth. How didn’t Antonio go deaf after all this time it was a mystery.

-It’s all your fault! – He shouted, and she held the phone away from her ear (an action that was becoming quite an habit lately).

She sighed.

-What is my fault, Romano? – Her voice was a mix of a groan and a yawn, making it sound weird.

-Speak, don’t mumble, dammit. – He complained. –The stupid bastard that you like, you idiotic girl. The damned tomato loving Spaniard! Antonio! The retarded won’t eat, won’t talk, won’t fucking
live! All because of you!

She blinked repeatedly in the dark room, the traffic lights illuminating the shape of her legs and the crumbled sheets. [f/n] stared at the draws formed by the shadows of the objects scattered around the room. She followed their contour with her eyes for several moments before whispering.

-Why?

-Are you that stupid too? He loves you, idiota! He loves you too damn much! He can’t even eat those fucking tomatoes! Can you unders… - The rest of the phrase was lost, once she stopped listening to the furious ramble, once the hurricane inside her was far noisier. Her hand, trembling and hesitant, fumbled on her clothes, until it found her necklace.
She clutched tightly to the small rock, the frozen piece of memory was the only solid thing on her world now, because all the rest was just falling apart. Her lungs felt so tight she couldn’t breathe.

What… If?

What if?

What if?

The words and reminiscences swirled in her confuse mind, an open invitation, so tempting and at the same time so dangerous…

And while her head spun, humorless laugh made way up her throat, almost becoming a hysterical one.

Toni always knew how to mess with her.


[f/n] let herself hit the mattress with an incredulous groan.

-Seriously? Why am I even awa…- She was interrupted by the eager lips of Toni.

When they parted, breathing heavily, he gave her a cheeky grin.

-No more business woman to storm out of them room, then? Libre? Free?

She pouted, and he poked her cheeks until they were back to normal.

-Right. – Her tone was the same as a child throwing a tantrum would have. [f/n] hated to lose.

His smile could light up a whole town, just as bright as it were.

-Estupendo.

The first contact was shy.

…Ring… …Ring… …Ring…

-Hello?

Silence.

-Hello? – She tried again.

No answer came.

-Is anybody there?

[f/n] hung up. The phone, mute in his hands, imitated him. But the Spaniard doubted that the machine was with its metal heart pounding madly, as his flesh one was.


He let his fingers roam over the [s/c] surface, tracing shapes, drawing patterns of an unending picture, the masterpiece always left unfinished in her body. [f/n] bent her head to the side, giving him a new part of the canvas to be explored, while her own hands were lost in his dark locks, a small giggle leaving her mouth.

Oh, how she loved those moments.

-Hello?

The only thing that could be heard from the other side of the line was the heavy breathing of someone very nervous.

-I… - He tried to organize the words, making them express something that made sense, but the riot inside of him stole all sense of logic, leaving him with a mess for mind. But he knew he wanted to make things right. He wanted it all as it were. No. Not exactly as it were.

All of a sudden, he wasn’t the only one gasping for air.

-T-to… -She stuttered, not even completing the name he craved the most to hear from her.

Antonio felt himself relax, despite how tense the situation was. It was her. And that was enough.

-…Hola, chica. – He finally said and he listened when she choked, as if fighting back the tears.

And thus they began.


Things were starting to get more… Interesting… When a little [h/c] head picked from the doorframe, cracking the door slightly open.

-Mommy? Papá? – The child called, entering the room while dragging a stuffed animal along the wooden floor. –Are you up?

[f/n] and Toni parted hastily, both very flushed.

-Si, cariño. – The Spaniard answered and [f/n] turned to the opposite side to the little girl her face between mortified and hysterical with laugher. He felt tempted to do the same.

He was starting to sweat.

C’mon, hombre, you can do this. He encouraged himself, rolling the small velvet box in his fingers. Toni could hear his loud heartbeat along with the sounds that came from the other bedroom; [f/n] was getting ready for their date. Somehow, those very same sounds calmed him down. Because they assured him that was none other on the than her right beside him, and that was enough to make his heart race again, but for other reasons. It made him remember all the reasons why he’d do that in the first place. And the stronger one was also the most obvious: [f/n].

Toni smiled while looking to the box again.

He loved [f/n].

And that was all that mattered.


The little girl snuggled between them and [f/n] glanced, amused, to him. He snorted, knowing exactly what she was thinking.

-There is something you didn’t remember, amor. – He told her, and the victorious air that was surrounding her dimmed a bit.

-What?

-Romano will pick her up on the afternoon so she can play with his kid. So… - Her cheeks escalated to darker and darker shades of red within each new word he said. Adorable.

Careful to not wake his child, he passed his arm above her and touched [f/n]'s face gently. She leaned into his palm and he grinned softly at her.

-Just us.

-Us. – She repeated, agreeing in a happy tone.

And he wouldn’t have it any other way.
Cariño/Amor - Dear one, love

Buenos dias - Good morning

Domingo - Sunday

Libre - Free

Estupendo - Wonderful

Papá - Dad


I took way too long to write this down (I’m so sorry for all the people that were waiting for this last chapter. It’s here, finally.) I hope it was worth the waiting. As I said before, this is a request from :iconsakuraprincess15:, and this is the final part. It was based on this song: www.youtube.com/watch?v=fr-jZy…

I hope you like it!

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omg that was a cutie ending Neko Emoji-28 (Yay sho happy) [V2]  but was a little hard to understand ^^u