Spain x Reader
"Hey, Antonio, can I ask you a question?" you said, looking up at your husband of three years. You were sitting on a couch with your head in his lap, watching television.
"Hm? Sure, __________! Ask away~!" he replied, flashing you his signature smile.
You let out a small giggle. He was adorable.
"Do you remember the first time we met?" he brushed a strand of (h/l) (h/c) hair away from your face, and stroked your cheek.
"Of course I do," he said, with a soothing tone in his voice.
"It went like this:"
You were sitting in a warm lodge style café, searching through your large (f/c) messenger bag.
"Ugh! Where did I put the apartment address……." You mumbled, as your eyebrows pulled together in concern.
You had just moved from your small home town, in search of better things. Your earliest memory was of your parents fighting. They would yell, swear, and throw glass objects at each other. When the arguments got out of hand, tears would well up in your sad (e/c) eyes, and you would run out of the house to your favorite oak tree. Though, you couldn't say you were traumatized about it; because to you, it was normal. It was something that's destined to happen to every couple. However, you didn't want history to repeat itself, so you promised yourself never to fall in love. Not that you believe in it or anything.
You gave up looking for the address, and rested your head on the table.
"Could I have dropped it.....?!" you thought, mentally banging your head to a wall.
"Excuse me ma'am?" said a cheerful voice. You looked up, your eyes widening at the sight of the young man before you.
"Hello! I'm just a waiter here….but, did you drop this?" he gave you a dazzling grin, holding a small sheet of paper in front of your face. It was your rental apartment's address.
"Y-yes it is!" you gingerly took the paper from him, holding eye contact.
"Thank you!!! I just moved here, so I would have ended up sleeping in my car if you hadn't found it!" a nervous laugh escaping your lips. He was just so…..gorgeous.
"No problem ma'am! My name's Antonio Fernandez Carriedo!" he gave you a light pat on the shoulder.
"I'm __________ __________, it's a pleasure to meet you!" you said, while giving him a small smile and extending your hand.
He accepted your hand and gave it a loose shake, "Pleased to meet you too, __________! I've lived here for a while now; maybe I can show you around once?"
He took out a small notebook and pen, and began scrawling something on it. While he did this, you took the chance to observe him more thoroughly. Antonio had emerald green eyes that screamed passion; and chocolate brown hair that seemed to fly in every direction.
"Bedhead…….it suits him…" you thought, smiling to yourself.
Suddenly, Antonio dropped his pen on the floor, bending down in front of you.
"Daaaaamn……." you blurted out.
You covered your mouth, "Shit!" you thought, noticing what you had just said, your face growing red.
Luckily, he didn't seem to hear you. Antonio picked up his pen; tucking it into his pocket while handing you what he had been writing with his free hand. It was his phone number.
"Call me sometime, __________, and I'll give you a tour of the town!" he noticed how red you were and immediately leaned forward, placing his hand on your forehead.
"Uhhh……"you couldn't help but notice how close your lips were to his.
"You don't have a fever……why's your face so red?" he wondered with a confused look on his face.
"I-I don't know……..?" you said, hoping he wouldn't see through your obvious lie.
Suddenly rushing off, he exclaimed, "Don't worry __________! I'll get you some cold water!"
-----END of FLASHBACK-----
"and that was how it went," he smiled, moving his bangs out of his eyes.
"W-wait! You knew I was checking your ass out?!?!" you cried, embarrassed as hell.
"I'm not that oblivious, mi amour!" he said, kissing the tip of your nose.
"Now, do you remember the day I proposed to you?" he asked, poking your stomach playfully.
"How could I forget!" you giggled.
-----FLASHBACK NUMERO DOS-----
You let out a long, exasperated sigh.
"It's my wedding day…." you thought.
"Why can't I just smile?" you looked up at your reflection in the bathroom mirror.
Your (h/l) (h/c) hair was pinned into a messy bun with a pearl barrette, which you had inherited from your grandmother, and you were wearing light make-up that brought out your lucid (e/c) eyes.
"I just hope we don't repeat my parent's mistakes," you mumbled aloud.
You could hear Roderich, a family friend of Antonio's, begin playing Pachelbel's Canon. It was your cue to get moving. You took a deep breath, straightened your back, and started walking down the aisle with a bouquet of (favorite flower). The wedding you had arranged was a small one, for family and close friends. Antonio had rented your town's gorgeous local park for the wedding reception, and when you asked how he could do such a thing he simply said, "I've got a few connections around town." You decided not to ask any questions. Half way down the aisle, you saw Antonio with his two best men, Gilbert and Francis. All three of them winked at you and grinned. You snickered a little. You had thought Gilbert and Francis were extremely irritating the first time you met, but you had warmed up to them. You then looked at you maid of honor and closest friend, __(friend's name)__. She gave you a small smile; and wagged her eye brows suggestively while pointing at Lovino, Antonio's cousin. Your lips curled, as you tried your best not to crack up. Typical __(friend's name)__.
You reached the podium. Antonio acknowledged you with a nod, and placed your hands in his own. He lovingly gazed down at you, as the priest began saying the vows.
"Antonio Fernandez Carriedo, do you take __________ __________ to be your wedded wife, to live together in marriage? Do you promise to love, comfort honor and keep her, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health. And forsaking all others, be faithful only to her so long as you both shall live?"
"I do," he said, his voice true to his words.
"__________ __________, do you take Antonio Fernandez Carriedo to be your wedded husband, to live together in marriage? Do you promise to love, comfort honor and keep him, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health. And forsaking all others, be faithful only to him so long as you both shall live?"
"I-I do…." you stuttered, a bitter sweet tears falling down your cheek.
"Then, with the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife!" family and friends cheered.
Antonio lifted the veil covering your face, and kissed you full on the lips. He noticed you were crying, and gently wiped away a tear with his index finger.
"Te amo, __________," he whispered.
"I love you too," you said, a warm smile making your features glow.
Antonio grabbed your hand, and the wedding party began. It was incredibly fun. You saw your friend chatting with Lovino, who was blushing something fierce. Francis was flirting with your three cousins, who giggled at his antics. Gilbert……Gilbert was off in an emo corner somewhere because he couldn't get any girls to dance with him. As the night set in, the upbeat music of the party morphed into smooth jazz.
"__________?" Antonio said, his hands on your hips. The two of you were slow dancing.
"Yes?" you replied, burying your head in his chest.
"Are you okay, __________? You seem kind of…..out of the whole thing? I don't know why, but I get this terrible feeling that you're not happy with me," he stopped dancing and let out a nervous chuckle, scratching the back of his head.
"Or maybe I'm just being paranoid!" a twinge of sadness was visible on his handsome features.
"NO! Don't you think that for a minute! It's just that….I-I don't want US to be like my p-parents!!!" you exclaimed, on the verge of crying. Antonio practically owned your heart; you wouldn't be able to take it if the two of you ended up like them.
Antonio flinched, not expecting his question to make you cry. He grabbed one of your shoulders firmly, while lightly lifting up your chin with his free hand.
"H-huh?" you stammered, looking him in the eye. He was dead serious.
"We will NEVER make you parent's mistakes. I promise you."
"You swear?" you asked, while sniffling a little.
"I swear," he leaned down, placing a fervent kiss on your lips, sealing his promise.
-----END of FLASHBACK NUMBER 2-----
You looked at Antonio. He seemed to be deep in thought.
"You okay?" you said snuggling into his shoulder.
"I broke that promise," a dark tone twisting his voice.
You twitched your eye, "T-that was only once! Can we please forget about it?" you stared at the ground, hoping he would oblige to your request.
"I'm glad you're over it, but I still can't stand the fact that I broke the promise," he said bitterly.
You thought about what he was talking about. It was the one and only serious fight the two of you had. Much to your distaste, you remembered the night perfectly.
-----LAST FLASHBACK BABE-----
"WHY DON'T YOU GET A PROPER JOB?!" Antonio yelled, pushing your favorite vase off a table. The (f/c) vase shattered into a hundred pieces, it was how your heart felt at the moment.
"I WANT TO PROVIDE FOR YOU, SO WE CAN LIVE A GOOD LIFE TOGETHER, BUT TO DO THAT I NEED YOU TO FUCKING COOPERATE!" you bursted into tears.
It was only a year after your wedding, and it was 2:30 in the morning. Your country was experiencing an economical crash. Antonio had gotten a job as a business coordinator, but was recently laid off. Your shared funds were practically gone, having no income to pay for food. You had held 9 different part time jobs in the past month; but with the bad economy, they all had no choice but to discharge you. Why couldn't Antonio understand you had tried? What had happened to your sweet, romantic husband? The being before you only seemed to be a mirror image of your father's tyrannical personality.
"SHUT-UP! I HAVE COOPERATED, AND YOU KNOW THE ECONOMICAL SITUATION!!! W-WHAT……WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR PROMISE?!" your whole body was shaking.
"I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME!!!" with that final comment, you sprinted out of the house, and into the surrounding woods.
Antonio finally stopped screaming. He registered everything that had just taken place. He slowly turned his head towards your favorite vase, smashed and on the floor. He lifted his eyes and looked at the door that you left open.
"What have I done……." he whispered. Knowing what had to happen next, he ran into the night to search for you.
You leaned back against an oak tree, and rubbed your sore eyes. Suddenly, you heard a snapping sound.
"Who's there?!" you exclaimed, trying to sound tough.
Antonio walked forward with his hands up.
"Oh no…..he's going to ask for a divorce, isn't he?!!" you thought.
You seated yourself on the leafy ground, and cradled your legs in your arms.
"Go ahead, say it! I know you want to leave me," you said sourly, with your head down.
"__________," Antonio crouched down next to you.
"I can't possibly express in words how sorry I am, and I could never ask for a divorce," you looked up at him, noticing the gentle look had returned to his bright green eyes.
"Y-you're serious? Right?"
"I'm very serious. I shouldn't have snapped at you like that," shame washed over his face.
"I will NEVER leave you. I love you so much….." he delicately kissed your forehead.
"Come home with me, please? We'll work this out, I know we can."
"Okay," you said; standing up and burrowing your head into his chest. Now THIS was the man that you loved.
-----END of THE FLASHBACK-----
"Antonio….." you said, breaking the silence.
"You are by far, the best thing that's ever been mine," you stated, while adjusting your posture on the couch.
"and I will love you know matter what. That time is passed us, and we're perfectly happy now."
Antonio gave you a distant smile.
"You're right!" he grinned, returning to his cheerful self.
"The sides, a stressful environment will be bad for the baby!" he exclaimed, placing a hand on your stomach.
You giggled, knowing he was right.
"I love you, __________," he said, his voice earnest as can be.
"I love you too, Antonio!" you proclaimed, giving him a peck on the lips.
You are the best thing, that's ever been mine.
It was time to throw the bouquet. Your bride of honor, __(friend's name)__, was hoping to catch it. You took your place on the podium, as all the female attendees gathered around.
"Are you all ready?!" you exclaimed, trying to pump up the crowd.
Boy, did it work. They all shrieked with delight, each and every one of them hoping to catch the bouquet of (favorite flower). You weren't one hundred percent sure what the bouquet toss was about, but you had heard that the lady who catches the bouquet will be the next to marry someone. You began counting down.
"THREE!" you tossed the bouquet, high in the air.
The women reached for the bouquet only to notice it was no longer in the air. A low whisper rose in the crowd, everyone was confused. You heard things such as, "Did someone catch the bouquet?" and "It disappeared! Where is it?!?!"
"WHO'S LONELY NOW, LOSERS!!!!" everyone turned towards the sound of the obnoxious voice.
"Why was I expecting something like this….." you muttered under your breath.
Gilbert had somehow managed to grab the bouquet.
"How'd you get that?!?!?" the ladies shrieked.
"THE AWESOME ME CAUGHT IT WHILE IT WAS SUSPENDED IN THE AIR!!!! Pretty great aren't I?" he said with a smirk on his face and his hands on his hips.
Everyone twitched their eye in either confusion or annoyance. Out of nowhere, Elizaveta appeared. She smacked Gilbert upside the head, and picked up the bouquet.
"I'll be taking this~!" she giggled.
Everyone went back to what they were doing. Most of the bachelorettes were disappointed; and Gilbert remained on the floor, his face flat on the ground.
WHAT A NIGHT.