Hetalia x Male!Reader

Spain x Male!Reader: I'm a model!

A/N: I finally wrote a Spain story! It's kinda short, but that's because I'm having trouble writing a good opening for this one... So I'm just gonna drop ya right in... Again. I feel like I failed at writing a character with an eating disorder. Oh well, I tried.

Warning: Mentions of Reader-Kun having an eating disorder. (If ya didn't read the authors note, ya dumb bucket of douchebag.)

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"_____..." Antonio said, looking happily into your eyes. He closed his eyes and leaned in towards you, hands sliding to the collar of your shirt to undo it. He skilfully undid every button on the shirt you were wearing, keeping all your attention on how he was now licking your lip for entrance.

Antonio gently pushed you over onto your back, your shirt now completely off your shoulders. He broke away from you, looking down with a soft smile on his face.

His hands slid down to your bare chest, his eyes following after. But suddenly, his expression morphed into horrified shock.

"_-_____- Dios, You're so thin!"

You looked down. All you saw was a gross, fat mess.

"N-no, Antonio... D-don't tease me." You sat up, brushing his hands off your body.

"N-no, _____- Ay, have you not been eating? Ahh, mierda, How could I not have noticed..."

"Antonio, stop it!" You said. "I'm fine. If anything, I'm eating too much. L-look at me."

He shook his head, shushing you. "No... No, _____. Look at yourself! You've got to stop this!"

You glared at Antonio. Why was he doing this? Why did he want to make you worse than you already were?

"Shut up, Antonio."

"_____! _____, you could die! Please, listen..."

You pushed him away, swinging your legs off the bed. You grabbed your shirt off the floor and ran downstairs, taking your bag from the couch and going to the front door.

"_____, wait-" Antonio called, running down the stairs after you. You ignored him, flinging the door open and slamming it behind you.

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Time skip to a few hours later- Reader-Kun is at an audition for a fashion show.

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"Alright, boys... Thanks for coming. I'm gonna ask ya to strip to your underwear and line up."

You froze. How could you do that? You'd be rejected in a second.

"Come on, come on, honey..." The blonde man called from the small table he was sitting at, seemingly directing it at you. You felt yourself go red. Quickly taking everything off, you dumped it on the floor behind you like everyone else.

Feliks, the blonde man, took a few minutes to study everybody, scribbling down things as he went. You looked at your feet.

"You, sweetie. Look at me." Feliks called. Your head snapped up towards him- was he talking to you?

"I'm sorry, honey, but you're much too thin. Are you sure you're eating right?"

"M-me?" You whispered. "T-too thin?" You looked around.

"Yeah." Feliks looked at you, his eyes full of concern. "Get something from the vending machine on your way home, okay? Will you do that, honey?"

You nodded, mouth dry. You stepped back, picking up your clothes and stepping off the stage to the dressing room.

"Take care, baby...!" Feliks called after you. You stormed off angrily, cursing under your breath.

After getting dressed, you were ready to give up forever. You'd lost everything. Sighing, you rummaged through your bag for your water.

Oh, fuck- where were your keys?! You frantically searched through everything, turning the bag out onto the floor. The keys were nowhere to be found.

Great... You'd lost everything, including access to your own house. You sunk to the floor in despair.

Then, the door to the dressing room opened quietly with a click.

"_____?" A familiar voice called.

"Oh, fuck off... I-I don't want to talk to you...!" You spat, curling up into a ball.

"I'm sorry, _____. I just came to give you these. You left them at my house."

You looked up to see the keys dangling out of Antonio's hands. You snatched them, stepping back and guarding them against your chest.

"...Did your audition go well?" He asked.

"No." You snapped, stepping even further away from him.

His hopeful expression melted away. "_____, Lo siento... I'm sorry. Please, please, forgive me..." He stepped back towards you, closing the gap you'd made. "I can't lose you, _____, I love you!"

"I don't n-need... you..." You broke down, tears streaming down your face. You backed up against a wall, throwing your arms above your head.

"_____!" He said firmly. Your head snapped towards him, shocked at his suddenly angry tone.

"You've got to stop this! Even if you can't forgive me, I love you more than anything..." You saw him shake his head out of the corner of your eye. "I won't let you do this to yourself!"

He stepped towards you, taking your wrists very lightly. He was holding you like he was going to smash you into pieces.

Antonio looked sadly into your eyes, with a look you didn't understand on his face. He bit his lip. "Please, _____, let me help you..."

You stared back at him, feeling both of your hearts beating in unison. You wanted so badly to give in to him, but there was one small part of you that was full of pride that still wouldn't let you.

"_____..." He tried again, gripping you tighter. He leaned in, touching your forehead with his.

The prideful part of you smashed. Tears forming in your eyes, you leaned in and kissed him, wrapping your arms tightly around him.

Antonio smiled into the kiss, pulling you close by your waist. "_____... Thank goodness I got through to you..."

"I'm sorry..." You sobbed, looking down at your feet.

"Don't worry, _____. Just worry about getting better..." Antonio said softly, catching your lips in his again. "I'll help you, okay? We'll get through this together."

You cuddled up to Antonio. "Thank you..."

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A/N: Poland is so cute in this. I wanna write one for Poland now...