Name: Antonia Fernandez Carriedo
Age: 19 Personality: Sweet, caring, gentle, pervy
Looks:She basiclly looks just like Spain but she has long brown hair and BIG breasts
Friends: Everyone but...
Enimes: Austria, Hungary
Crush: Prussia (dur read the title)
Family: Spain *brother*
Now for the story...
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"Antonia! Come down here! I need to tell you something!"
"Oh, Antonio. Calm down. I'm not deaf yet. At this rate you'll make me though..."
"Listen. France and Prussia are coming over. I need you to-"
"Woah! Prussia! When will he be here? I need to get ready. Maybe he'll like-"
"No. Stay upstairs."
My excitement had faded, "Why? Prussia's my best friend. France is a little ehh, but you know..."
"Antonia, why? What do you see in him? His theme is 'I'm Awesome' by Spose!"
"Then why do you hang out with him?"
"Because I can. I don't have an older sibling that loves them to death."
"Sometimes I wonder if I'm dead. Of course I would be in hell."
"Just go upstairs..."
"Fine."
Antonio's friends came and I was sad at how I had to stay upstairs. Prussia noticed my absense.
"Spain, where's She-Spain? I miss her."
"Away."
"You know I got a thing for her. Why is she always away when I'm over? Do you not want her near me?"
"You're pathetic! You're not even a country anymore!" He shouted, " If I'm going to let her date anybody, he's gonna be a nation. And a real one at that!"
Wow, he really went there. Sometimes I wondered about him. Did he even have emotions? He was the country of love, shouldn't he accept when his sister is in love? But at least he loved me back.
"Well at least I'm not a jealous idiot!"
"I'm not a narcisist! I don't spend my life on the computer! You don't deserve her!"
"You... you..."
"Antonio, you did not just go there! What's wrong with you? Do you even care anymore?Did you ever?"
"Antonia, wait! I didn't mean it like that! Lo seinto!" [1]
I just barged out of the room. I left the house, Prussia not far behind. My own brother. My own brother doesn't care anymore. What's the point anymore? I turned around to see Prussia following behind me, almost like a lost puppy. His red eyes turned downward, he just kept walking.
"Gilbert? Are you okay?"
"I thought we were friends... Why'd he say that?"
"He's just mad. He doesn't like the fact that I'm an adult. Ah, mi vida loca."[2]
"Eh, what? I don't get Spanish!"
"My crazy life, you moron!" I shouted in the most endearing way, "It's that simple!"
"Oh, I see..." He said, "How much of my fight with your brother did you hear?"
"All of it." I muttered, hoping he wasn't mad.
"Damn it..." He muttered, "I hoped you didn't hear that. You hate me now don't you?"
"No, Gilbert I don't hate you in the least. In fact te amo." [3]
"Hmm? Uhh... Wait! I know this one! It's-"
"Antonia! You're being an idiot! Come with me! NOW!"
"Nope. Antonio, I'm an adult. As strange as it sounds, I am. I can take care of myself."
"Antonia... come on! He's not good enough for you. He's not even a nation anymore!"
"So, Antonio all those nights you went to a bar, and came back late the next day those girls were good enough for you but Prussia's not good enough for me. I'll keep that in mind."
*4 months later*
I walked into the party, so happy to finally be treated my age by Antonio. I saw Prussia and decided to surprise him. Or not.
"Hola! Prusia! Soy yo, Antonia! Te amo!"[4]
"Ich liebe dich auch! [5] Antonia, get over here!"
I walked over and gave him a kiss on each cheek, as common in my culture.
"That all?" He asked.
"For now." I smirked.
"Ohonhonhon~" Came a familiar French laugh, "You lucky dog, you."
"Back off, she's mine!"
"Yeah, France! Back off!"
"So, Antonia, how you been?"
"Good Gil. You?"
"Better now that you're here!"
"You fake. You don't talk like that normally. What's going on?"
"Antonia, I've been wondering how to tell you this for a while now. I love you, an I want to spend my life with you. Will you marry me?"
I just stared at him for a full minute, "Yes," I whispered, "I will."
And we lived a happy life together. We had only one kid, a boy named Dominik. He had my hair, and Germany's blue eyes. He grew up to be a handsome young man.
A/N: Here you go CodeRed! I hope you like this!
[1] I'm sorry!
[2]My crazy life
[3]I love you
[4]Hello! Prussia! It's me, Antonia! I love you!"
[5]I love you too!
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