Romance Comes Naturally (Spain x Flirty! Reader)

Romance Comes Naturally

Romance Comes Naturally (Spain x Reader)

Being a very flirty person isn't always what it's cracked up to be. Most of the time people ignored the way you flirted almost any chance you got. You were actually a very nice person on the inside, but all of your other personality traits and feelings were completely distracted by one thing in particular.

Love.

You wanted so desperately to find that one person that you could share all of your secrets with. That one guy that would love you and that you would love him. You wanted to be a part of someone's life. A good part. And most people didn't see that when you complimented them and gave them a wink. They only saw a flirty, desperate girl who was just looking for attention. You tried to not let any of that bother you. You just decided that they wouldn't be worth getting to know anyway and moved on. Besides, if they couldn't handle your personality, then obviously that wouldn't be a good relationship to get into. With love, romance comes naturally, and you knew that better than most.


Over the years there had been a few people who had understood you. Three of them, to be exact. Their names were Gilbert Beilshmidt, Francis Bonnefoy, and Antonio Fernandez Carriedo. They had been your best friends for the longest time. You guys did everything together and even had competitions on how many times you could successfully flirt in a day. Antonio always won. Not only was he handsome and popular but, because of this, when he flirted with the girls, they swooned.

~Flashback~

"Antonio! It's so not fair! How do you do that?" Your younger self pouted childishly. You crossed your arms, waiting for an answer from your favorite Spaniard. He merely winked at you in a sexy manner.

"You've got to know timing, (y/n)~! Also, it may have a bit to do with reading body language as well..." He hinted and you gasped.

"Antonio Fernandez Carriedo! You cheater! You're supposed to flirt with as many people as you can without any of that stupid detailed crap and then you're supposed to count up however many you got in a day!" You informed and he chuckled.

"Well, (y/n)... It's not like it really even matters. I honestly don't care about any of them anyway. It's just a silly game that we play to pass the time, right?" He asked as if it was obvious and on the inside a part of you hurt. Just a game? Since when was finding love a game? You smiled.

"Yeah, okay." You replied and turned around, walking away before he could see the hurt expression that laced your face.

~End Of Flashback~

You used to have a crush on him, but somehow, after he said that, you honestly didn't know how to be around him. You didn't think it was a game. For you, it was all too real. Anyone around you could have been your soul-mate, and if you stopped flirting then you felt like you would never find them. Eventually you quit hanging out with them. It seemed as though they all thought the same thing. Their games turned into heartbreak and disappointment for the girls that actually liked them, and you didn't want to be one of those girls, especially since you had had a very big crush on Antonio. You wanted your first love to be him, but you knew it would never happen. So you found new friends, even though they didn't really understand you, and you avoided the three of them at all costs.

You walked through the park, a slight breeze tousling your (h/c) hair. You saw couples all around you. There was a pair watching the sunset on a picnic blanket. There was a girl painting the sunset and then a boy walked up behind her, and you could tell that their relationship would eventually blossom into love as well, even though they clearly didn't know each other. And then you saw a sight that honestly intrigued you. A man - a rather attractive man - was flirting with a girl. He was using all of the right techniques and yet she still turned him down. You smiled at the people around you and occasionally winked at the cute guys, but you were really watching the guy still. He nodded as she apologized and he went and sat down on a park bench with a smile on his face.

You couldn't help yourself. 1) He was attractive, though you honestly couldn't get a good look from where you were. 2) You just wanted to talk to him. You made your way over to him slowly until you finally recognized him. Your eyes widened.

"A-Antonio?" You asked with a surprised expression and he looked over at you. His face was blank while he studied you.

"Do I know you, chica?" He asked in confusion. You felt pain stab at your chest. He didn't even remember you.

"Uh.... Yeah. But that doesn't really matter. I just wanted to ask what happened with that girl you were just talking to. You looked disappointed...." You trailed off, not looking at him. It was too late to turn around and walk away now, but you were honestly still considering making an excuse. Before you could open your mouth again, Antonio spoke.

"Oh! Yeah... I gave her some compliments and tried flirting a bit, you know? But the chica just told me that she had a boyfriend, apologized and walked away." He explained and you nodded, humming to yourself. "I'm kind of used to it though. I do things like that a lot." He reassured. You furrowed your eyebrows, wondering what his excuse for flirting would be this time.

"Why do you do it?" You asked. He sighed, running  a hand through his beautiful dark brown hair.

"Well, there used to be this girl I liked, chica, back whenever I was in high school. We spent a lot of time together. But then, she started ignoring me for no reason and even just our friendship fell apart. I used to flirt because I didn't care about any of those girls except for her. Now I do it because I'm honestly trying to find someone to love again. I'm thinking that maybe if I flirt with the right person, everything will fall into place, you know?" He asked. The girl he was talking about, it sounded an awful lot like it was you, but you had no idea. He didn't even recognize you, so how could it be you? But since he didn't recognize you, you figured you could let your feelings out and he wouldn't know anything.

"That's the same reason I flirt. There used to be a guy that I liked. Just like in your situation, we used to hang out a lot together with his other two friends. There was a game we all played, and one day I asked him how he got so many points... It was a love game to him. He said he honestly didn't care about any of them. It really hurt me because I flirted for the same reason you do now. To find love. So after that I just sort of..... Got away from the group." You told your half of the story, giving a wistful smile, and you were beginning to see a bit of recognition in his emerald green eyes. You couldn't tell if that was a bad thing or a good thing.

"Do you mind telling me his name, chica?" He asked with a bit of hope. You nodded, a blush beginning to form on his face.

"As long as you tell me the name of the girl you liked." You said, and he nodded. It was as if there was a secret countdown that you both knew was there but had never verbally established. 
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"Antonio."

"(Y/n)." 

You both said the words at the same time. Your (e/c) eyes widened as you both said each other's name and the blush that adorned your face had gotten even more profuse. You could see that he recognized you entirely now. He jumped up and wrapped his lean, strong arms around you, making you gasp. You may have been an expert in flirting, but that kind of warmth that came from his loving arms... It was new to you. And you loved it.

"Lo siento.... Lo siento mucho, mi amor. (I'm sorry.... I'm so sorry, my love.) I'm sorry I didn't recognize you... And I'm sorry I made you run away from me when we were younger." He whispered into your ear. You slowly wrapped your arms around his neck, returning the hug.

"It's okay. Because now I know that you only said those things because you loved me. And I loved you too. I still love you, actually, even though that might be a little weird." You told him. He pulled his head out of the crook of your neck to place his soft lips onto your own. You were surprised, but you melted into the kiss and kissed him back passionately, your lips moving in perfect unison with his. You both finally pulled away for air. He was giving you the warmest, most beautiful smile that you had ever seen.

"You have no idea how many times I've wanted to do that.... I still love you as well. I have always loved you. Te amo mucho, (y/n). (I love you so much, (y/n).)" He said and connected his lips with yours once again. You smiled into the kiss at how romantic he was already, and it was as if the both of you had still only just met, even though you had known each other for the longest time. But then again, what could you say? With love, romance comes naturally.