Hetalia one-shots

SpainxReader: Restaurant Rivals

You hummed to yourself as you started to finish your last dish of the day:  beef and potato empanadas. It's like heaven in a doughy pocket! The dish was sent out to be served with a side of gazpacho. You watched as the waiter served the food critic. His eyes widened with delight as he continued to eat. He continued to babel in Spanish under his breath. You smiled in delight as you translated what he said about the dish.

"Tastes like home. Mother would be thrilled here. It has excellent ambiance, polite waiters, and the cook is fantastic!" He muttered with his face stuffed.

You held back a chuckle as you got ready to close up your shop. You decided to go and visit the critic as he ate. After all, what else did you have to do? You would have to wait for him to leave before cleaning off tables to return home yourself. You cleaned your hands and tried to look presentable as you walked up to the critic.

To any other cook, he would be absolutely terrifying! Long black hair, a large beard, and a pink looking face, you knew the man was not from this small little village. He was a world renowned critic from Mexico City. Everyone in town would whisper about him. He had been here for two days, the first trying out your rivaling restaurants food, and his last, here in your quaint one.

He was intimidating to anyone but you. You were (Y/F/N), one of the worlds greatest chefs. You were talked about everywhere, especially in the small Spanish village you settled in. You were originally from (country) and you decided you wanted to move. You needed to get away from all of the depressing drama. At first it was simply a vacation, but a vacation turned into a home after falling in love with this small town, and a certain guitar playing chef in it.

Sure, your rival was good. He had amazing dishes and you respected his place like any friendly competitor should, but you still had high confidence in your own small restaurant. He too could state that he was impressed with such skills. Your creativity impacted many of the dishes in look and taste. It attracted many people including tourists and critics, as well as world famous chefs and  tv show producers. You were fluent in both Spanish and English, so even if someone came from America you could explain anything you pleased.

"Good evening, sir! I am Chef (Y/N). Sorry to bother you, but I would like to ask, how was your meal?" You questioned politely.

You had a strict policy on manners but they went both ways. Anyone who treated your workers with disrespect of any kind would see a different side of you the devil himself would be scared of. This man was very aware of the rules, as it was posted on the menus and the doors people walk in.

"Thank you miss! It was splendid! I am Miguel Luis Gomez, the critic!" He spoke quickly. "I must say, what did you put in your gazpacho that made it so divine?"

You laughed and replied, "Love, but a few extra spices didn't hurt it!"

He got up and shook your hand. He then left. You were proud of your work and threw the dishes out back. The dishwasher thanked you then went home. The waiter that served him cleaned the table before you could get to it and told you to "go have some fun Miss (Y/N)," in his foreign tongue. Before you could reply he clocked out and left. You smiled to yourself as you sat in one of the bistro style chairs.

"I wonder what Chef Antonio was doing?" You pondered, smiling at the door as you rested your elbow on the table to prop your head. The sound of your phone buzzing snapped you from your thoughts. You jerked your head up and picked up the phone.

"Hello!" A chipper male voice called from the other line. It was as smooth as honey and as sweet as sugar.

"Antonio!" You laughed, a blushing mess. You ran a hand through your hair.

"How could you tell?" He asked, his thick accent making your knees weak.

"I'm usually the only one you speak in English with," you smiled. "How may I help you? Maybe you'll finally order something of mine?"

"Only if you order something of mine, my dear (Y/N)," he joked back as he chuckled. "I was thinking that maybe we should meet each other up soon. We haven't talked for ages!"

You felt the butterflies sucker-punching your stomach. You felt heat rise to your cheeks and you could picture the rosiness spreading from your cheeks to your ears. "Sure. It has been quite a while, Tony. Our usual spot?"

"Yes! That sounds perfect. I have a small surprise for you!"

"Tony!" You whined. "You know how much I hate surprises!"

"You will like this one," he muttered something but then piped back up. "I will see you later tonight, yes? Maybe an hour or so?"

"Sounds fantastic Tony. Thank you for the call. I will see you soon."

"Goodbye!" He practically sang as he ended the call.

You sighed and smiled. You couldn't wait to see his beautiful smile or hear his velvety voice in person. You were ecstatic, to say the least, so you hurried home to get changed. You curled your hair and put on a small red dress. You thought it was cliché, but didn't care much. It hugged you just right. You had to admit that it made you look good, so despite it being unoriginal,you kept it on.  You put on some shoes and left with your phone and purse to meet at your guys' special spot

You sat and waited at the fountain in the park You scrolled through your phone, patiently waiting for Antonio to meet you there. You were about to like a post when someone grabbed your phone from your small soft hands. You [enter eye color] gaze looked up and met with soft chocolate colored orbs. 

"Mi amor, it's been too long," he sang sweetly. 

"Tony!" you smiled as you stood and wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into a sweet embrace. "Es muy bueno verte. How are you?"

"Bien, bien. Querida, I have something to show you," he explains, holding his hand out for you to take. 

"Tony, the more you call me pet names, the more rumors about us dating will spread," you blush, taking his hand. 

"What's so wrong with that? Let them talk, no?

He walks with you, covering your eyes with his hands until he stops. He counts down from three to one and drops his hands, letting your eyes take in the sweet scene around you. There was a small bistro table setting in the middle of the meadow Antonio lead you to. There were candles lighting up the setting, and a rose in a glass vase in the middle of the table. Two plates of [insert your favorite Spanish dish] sitting there. He smiled as he lead you to your chair and pulled it out for you like a true gentleman. 

"You like it?" he asks, his voice hinting at how nervous he truly was. 

"Like it? Tony this is amazing!" You beam. You sit and talk with him for the night, eating and spending quality time together. You sipped your wine until the very end where you felt somoething hard clang on your white teeth. You look down in the glass and see a small simple ring. You notice Tony get out of his seat and takes the ring from the glass. He lands on bended knee, looking up at you. 

"Mi amor, will you truly be mine?" Tony asks, looking at you with a hopeful glitter in his eye.

"Yes!" you cry, hugging him 

That night was truly the best moments of your life.

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