Lost and Found [Spain x Reader]

~Antonio's P.O.V.~

Antonio swiftly made his way back to his bed chambers, shaking his head angrily. He had just walked out on yet another pointless argument with his father. Unable to hold himself back, he kicked at a bucket that one of the palace servants had left in the corridor. Why can't he just stop being so stubborn? he thought. He threw the door to his room open, unaware of the person hurriedly trying to catch up to him. When he turned to slam it shut , he stopped himself upon seeing the young man standing outside of the doorway.

"Can I help you?" he asked, irritably.

"I, um, I came to see if you still wanted me to make the preparations you had ordered earlier, your majesty," the young man answered quickly. Antonio rolled his eyes.

"No, I do not. Olvídalo," he replied curtly, shutting his door with more force than necessary. He immediately crossed the room and sat down heavily on his bed, rubbing his temples. His father's shouting was still ringing in his ears.

--Begin Flashback--

"No, Antonio, my answer is the same as it has been, and as it shall always be." The king distantly stared out of a window as his son began to protest.

"But father, why? Why must I be doomed to this place? My heart yearns for an adventure; to explore the vast lands of this kingdom!"

"Mi hijo, you can explore your kingdom anytime you-"

"Off of the family grounds."

"I have forbidden it, Antonio!"

"Sire, it is unfair for you to keep me here when there are greater things awaiting me elsewhere!" His father turned to look at him, eyes flashing angrily.

"Unfair, is it? You are my only son, and the only heir to the throne of España! You have never known pain, or sadness, and have never been subjected to the cruelty of the outside world!" There was a slight sadness in his eyes when he said, "Why would you want to give that up?"

"Usted no me puede proteger para siempre," Antonio answered quietly. His father walked over to him, and clapped him on the shoulder.

"That may be true, but you are a Carriedo. And as long as I'm alive, mi hijo, I will protect you at all costs."

--End Flashback--

His hands fell and hit the fabric of his bed in his frustration. He didn't know what else he could do. Antonio leaned back and let himself fall completely until he was lying down on his back, staring up at the ceiling. I'm not a niño, anymore! He can't just keep me here! he told himself. What could be so bad out there? We deal with reports of the injustices everyday! The daily drunkards, thefts, even the murders. I've seen it all! Once he had calmed, he sat back up and sighed, running a hand through his brown hair.

"Estoy tan aburrido," he told no one. He looked around for a moment before gaining a mischievous look in his bright, green eyes. One of the perks of being a Spaniard was that their naturally carefree and easygoing nature didn't allow them to brood on the past for very long. "I know! I'll go see what Lovi's up to!" he said happily, opening his door again, and striding out.

He walked down to the kitchen, returning the polite greetings he received from the staff that he happen to pass on his way. Soon, the delicious smells wafting from kitchen met his nostrils and he smiled to himself. Man, Lovi's become an impressive cook! Antonio pushed open the door to the large room, and immediately set to locating the cook and his latest culinary masterpiece. It wasn't long before he found Lovi stirring a large pot on the other side of the room.

"Hola, Lovi!" he called, walking over to the surprised Italian.

"Get out of my kitchen, you tomato-loving bastard," the young man shot back. Antonio smiled at his cousin. He was young, with brown hair that was lighter than Antonio's own. His hairstyle featured the signature curl of the Italy brothers on the right side of his head. He was pale, thin and tall, with angry honey-colored eyes. And his name was Lovino Vargas. But Antonio loved to tease his cousin by calling him by his given nickname every chance he got, which only served to infuriate the short tempered Italian even more.