Hetalia One-Shots (Seme!Male!Reader)

Uke!Spain x Seme!Male!Reader (Lemon)

A request that contains MPreg and that was asked for by @GrisCat ! I hope it is to your satsifaction :DD

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(M/n)'s smile widened as he entered the party his sister threw every year.

It seemed the whole neighbourhood was there and everyone was more than happy to be.

A few of her employees were still there and hurried to set everything up, as it seemed that the celebrating society has come a few hours too early. (M/n) loved the colourful variety of the small flags and the way the Spanish band kept playing happy songs that let your body sway to the sound.

He walked while he thought to the small buffet and grabbed himself something to drink, it looked like some sort of cocktail.

Very fancy.

When he looked up from his drink, his eyes caught sight of one of his sisters employees, struggling to hang up one of the garlands. The man looked like he was enjoying himself, just like the other guests. He wore a beige button up shirt with a cute ribbon on top. His brown hair fell him charmingly in his green eyes that sparkled in the hot sun.

(M/n) was caught off-guard and couldn't stop his smile widening to an outgrown grin. He took another drink in his hand and made his way over to the oblivious man.

He came to a stop behind him and tapped him gently on the back. The man turned around, rolled up the garland on his waist, tripped, and fell right on in (M/n)'s arms. The cocktails flew in the man's face and on (M/n)'s shirt that soaked trough immediately. The Spaniard stumbled up, coughing from the cocktail that stung in his eyes and got gooey in his hair.

"I'm so sorry, mate! Please, let me help you up and get you clean!" (M/n)'s face was pale from embarrassment and he could hit himself for his stupidity.

"It's no problem, amigo. It's just a bit sticky!" (M/n) was a bit taken aback by the friendliness in the Spaniard's voice. He had thought the guy must hate him now. He had scared and emptied his drink over him, after all. "If you say so. We should clean it up nonetheless. I can give you a new shirt, you can't go on in this one."

The man chuckled and pocked him on the shoulder. "You can talk, mister! What's your name?" (M/n) laughed and pocked back. "(M/n), and yours? I'll talk with my sister, she'll give you more money to replace your shirt." The Spaniard shook his head while he led (M/n) lead him to the wash rooms. "I'm Spain, but you can use my human name! It's Antonio."

(M/n) couldn't quite believe his ears. "Why do you work for my sister, when you're a country personification?" Antonio blushed discretely and sat down on the closed toilet seat.

"Well, my country is äh~ I'mbrokeandneedthemoney!" (M/n) had understood him, and nodded quietly as he took toilet paper to wet it under the running water tap. "When I was a student I was broke all the time. Even a rich family can't provide for all costs of life." (M/n) rolled his eyes at his own silly comment, but Antonio seemed slightly less ashamed of his situation than before.

"Sí, I guess you're right, amigo."

"..and since that moment I knew you were the one I wanted to be with forever." They stood in front of seemed every single country personification and (M/n)'s whole family. The pastor stood behind them and held a hand on their intertwined ones. Both men had tears in their eyes, and someone could hear the one and other sigh or sniffle in the crowd of people that attended to their wedding. Beside Antonio grinned Prussia and France, his best friends, like maniacs and beside (M/n) his cousin and sister. Both parties had huge smiles on their faces while they stared at the other. "Well, with those words, you're now officially husband and husband!"