Spain X Reader: I'm Coming Home {Part Two}

The scent of freshly cooked breakfast was not something (Y/n) was used to awakening to anymore. Making an effort to disentangle herself from the young Italian boy, she quietly made her way towards the kitchen. She took notice of the Spaniard, shoulders hunched, cooking away.

“Hola, senor.”

He turned, his normally bright eyes dim. “Morning, chicka.”

That expression will not do. Without a second thought, she walked over to him and pulled him into a tight embrace. His entire body tensed for a moment before he relaxed, pulling her to him as much as physically possible. His head buried itself in her neck, his nose in her hair. He ran a hand through her (h/c) locks, causing light and pleasant shivers to go through her. “Mi Hermosa… Oh, (Y/n)… I’ve missed you, senorita.”

She smiled softly, inhaling the strange spices that now surrounded him, along with that comforting aroma that was purely Espagna. “I’ve missed you, too, Tonio. Lovi has as well.”

He tensed once again. “My little tomate must hate me by now, si?”

She pulled away slightly to meet his eyes. “Tonio, Lovi could never hate you. He sees you like an older brother, if not his padre. You need to talk to him.”

“Si, (Y/n). I will. But first let me finish making breakfast, eh?”

He pulled away completely, turning away from her. She went to the table, and stared at the mysterious food sitting there. It was red and round, reflecting the sunlight’s rays that had slipped into the kitchen. (Y/n)’s he ad cocked slightly to the side in curiousity and wonder. What on Earth are those? They look like fruit, but… I have never seen them before. Perhaps Spain brought them back with him?

“Spain?”

“Yeah?”

“What are these?”

The tan man turned back to the young woman, and clear amusement went through his emerald eyes. “Those are tomatoes, amore.”

“Tomatoes?”

“Si.”

“What are they?”

“You eat them.” His voice came out through a chuckle now, and she rolled her eyes. Seeing no qualms with it, she lifted one. The sounds of the kitchen ceased and she felt a pair of eyes watching her. Wincing softly, she lifted the fruit to her lips, and gently bit into the skin. Immediately, she was assaulted with a taste she had never experienced before. She was unprepared for the juices that seeped out in-between her fingers, and the delightful aroma that came from them.

She cautiously took another bite. I’m not sure what to think right now… Spain seems to like them, so perhaps… She turned slightly, and noticed a tall body looming over her, and his head cocked slightly to the right. “Well?”

As long as she only knows the good things I bring back… And not the horrors I left in my wake… Oh, (Y/n)… I’ve become such a monster…

She smiled. “They’re interesting. I’m not sure how I feel about them yet.” She placed the unfinished fruit onto her plate, and turned back to him. She gasped at his dark eyes, and the ominous presence his entire stance radiated. “Tonio?”

His eyes were sharp, and she stepped back. The expression on his face was utterly unfamiliar. “(Y/n)…”

“Tonio?”

Suddenly his smile broke out, and it felt as if the sun had unleashed all of its light into it. “You have juice on your lips.”

“Hm?”

Instead of answering, she felt something soft roughly press against her lips. Her eyes shot open, then fluttered shut when she realized that it was Spain. Her hand found its way into his remarkably soft hair, and his her lower back. His thumb traced circles on her, and she tilted her head more, granting him better access. The passion flowed easily, and she could feel her control gradually slipping from her. His lips moved from hers and slowly made their way to her neck, and a soft moan escaped her when he hit just the right spot. “Te amo, (Y/n)…”

“T-te amo demasiado…”

“Entonces déjeme hacerte mía…” His voice was a growl against her skin, and a soft whimper escaped. Shivers skittered up and down her spine, and she knew she could no longer resist.

“Of course…”

“What the hell are you doing to (Y/n), you bastard?!”

Spain practically dropped her at the sudden shout, and both adults turned to the fuming, flabbergasted, and shocked Italian boy that was more confused than anything else.

“Spain? You’re back?” It was at that moment that both adults noticed he was holding a sword, and looked as if he were about to jump in to defend (Y/n)’s honour. She smiled, motherly pride ringing through her. But then reality caught up with her.

“Romano!”

Her focus returned at the Spaniard’s fading cry, and she noticed the tall man running from the kitchen, chasing after the long-gone Italian.