SpainxReader

SpainxReader
That bastard! You thought as you ran down the street. How could he do this to me, how? So many happy memories of you and your now ex-boyfriend Romano flashed through your mind. You had just come home from a long day at work and went upstairs to go take a fast shower so you could surprise Romano when he got home.
You walked into your bedroom and saw Romano sucking some dark haired girl’s face off. You didn’t even make a sound; you just backed out of the room slowly.  As soon as you were out in the hallway, you ran off.
The door made a horrible booming sound as you slammed it. You ran as fast as your legs possibly could. You kept running, not even noticing that it had started to rain. Your running soon led you to the small little streets that you loved visiting with Romano. So many joyful memories flooded you at once that you had to stop and process what you had just seen.
You had stopped under a street light, with the rain pouring down fiercely on your back. You held your hand to the pole, but ended up sliding on the way down until you were on your knees burying your face with your hands. You cried so hard that you quickly started to tremble uncontrollably. A horrible feeling was filling your stomach, you felt like your heart had just been shattered by a jackhammer. Your tears poured out like a flood. The pain was just too much to bear. You kept crying miserably until you heard a small sound.
“(y/n)?”
You look up and see your very good friend Spain looking down on you. He stared at you with those beautiful emerald eyes with a worried look on his face. He picked you up gently; as if you were made of glass. He couldn’t stand to see you like this.
“What happened?” he asked calmly.
“Ro...Romano,” you said with a heavy sob, “cheated on me.”
You looked up into his eyes and saw how they changed from shock to a murderous look within a few milliseconds. Maldito idiota! Thought Spain angrily. How could how break (y/n) heart like that! You had never seen Spain so angry looking before, and to be honest, it scared the crap out of you.
“(y/n), you are going to catch your death out here if you stay out here. You are coming with me, you can have a warm bath and then we’ll talk things through.”
He didn’t even give you a chance to reply, as soon as he said that he picked you up bridal style and started running towards his house. You cried silently the whole way there.
When you finally reached his home, he settled you down and forced you to look into his eyes. “You go and take a hot shower, when you come out there will be clothes in the guest room waiting for you. We’ll talk about what happened after you eat.” You nodded your head slowly, although the last thing you wanted was to talk about what you had seen. You walked to the hallway that led to bathroom, you knew exactly where every room was since you visited this place often. You slumped your way into the bathroom and sat on the toilet seat crying for a little while longer.
(Back to Spain, who is in the kitchen)
Spain was pacing the kitchen floor with fast, angry footsteps. He was considering how to kill Romano, by running him over, or feeding him to wild dogs. He had never been so furious before, but then again, he had never seen you cry either. He knew exactly why he was so mad though. He had grown up with you, seen you laugh and play, it was practically impossible for him not to fall in love with you. But you didn’t feel the same; you made it painfully clear when you started dating Romano. He had seen how happy you were with the Italian, and that was enough to calm his agonizing pain. He didn’t care if you weren’t with him, what mattered was that you were happy.
But right now, he could think of nothing better than to bring about physical pain to that moron. He could not believe that someone would hurt you so bad when all you’ve ever done is love them. Spain couldn’t bear it any longer, he picked up his cell phone and dialed Romano’s number hastily.
“Hello-”
“Now listen here, hijo de puta, come near (y/n) again I will chop off every single finger you have and sell you to Russia. Did I make myself clear?”
“Y…Yes, you did.” Said Romano shaking out of pure fear.
“Good then, buenas noches.”
Spain was yelling into the phone so hard that he didn’t even notice you when you came out of the shower. You understood enough Spanish to know what he had screamed at Romano. You tiptoed quietly behind him and gave him hug.
“Thank you so much, Spain. I don’t know what I would do without you.” You said softly with your mouth pressed to his back.
“Don’t worry about it; I would do anything for the girl I love. No why don’t we forget about this and enjoy a nice meal.” He said as he turned around and gave you an affection rub on the shoulder.
The meal was spent in a comfortable silence but your mind was racing. Did he say ‘girl I love’? No, he didn’t, did he? Spain loves me? Your heart started to beat like mad; beating faster and faster until you thought even Spain could hear it. He finally got up from the table, saying how it was time for bed, but you could barely hear him. He left the kitchen, making you wish you had followed him. Then it hit you: you loved Spain, and you didn’t really truly love Romano. Spain was always there for you, even when you started dating. He really did care about you. How could you have made such a painful mistake?
You ran to Spain’s room and opened the door quickly. He was just taking off his undershirt and looked at you, startled. You ran and give him the hardest hug you could muster.
“Te amo, España.” You said to him quietly.
“Yo también te amo, (y/n).”
You spent some more time embracing him and began to feel sleepy.
“You know, the guest room gets very cold at night, mind if I use you as a blanket?” you asked coyly.
“I would be honored to be your blanket, amor.”