Hetalia x Male Reader

Spain x Male Reader (Songfic; Slight angst?)

Broken, on his bed in tears, (M/N) looked sadly up at the ceiling. It had been so perfect at first, how could everything just break down like it had. No one knew, no one surely understood, let alone the heartbroken man laying on his bed, attempting not to cry his heart out, although failing miserably.

His heart was shattering with each breath he took, his body shaking in regret and of fear, fear of being alone, fear of not being loved. Fear of loving again. It had been years, they had build a life together and suddenly he had been gone. It was confusing and it was all such a mess. After calming himself down, tears still streaming down of (M/N)'s cheeks, he looked down at the letter in his hands, his shaking hands. He looked around, the empty dark room only making the loneliness eat him up faster, making more desperate tears join the rest when falling off his cheeks and down on the crumbled paper. Cold hands were lifted as the (Brunette, Blonde, Ginger, Ravenette, Crimsonette..) dried the worst of his tears, soon letting his head fall back in the fluffy pillow behind him, the soft and comfortable covers starting to gulf him in, almost as Antonio's arms had, although yet something was missing. The warmth, the soft laugh following and the reassuring smile that (M/N) could previously have woken up to everyday. The pillow was only cold, dull compared to his precious lovers arms, taking him into the nightmare (M/N) knew he would be having. Yet when his eyes closed, his chest slowing down, his heart beat not racing anymore as he snuggled closer to the soon similar and warm touch his covers gave off, a more dreamlike state took over the boys mind, just for a while.

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He was lighting up the room, the shy boy hiding while an unknown Spaniard spread his wings, bringing everyone in for a taste of the love he gave off. Whether people knew him or if they had only just met, it didn't matter at all, because he was there to spread joy for everyone who seemed to be missing that spark in their life. Antonio would gladly be that spark, the glistening expression his eyes held being convincing enough, without him even having to open his mouth. Not that it stopped him of course. His deep green eyes sparkling in the gentle light as they soon gazed over the shy boy hiding in the corner. "Hey, hey!" Antonio stated as he ran over to the (Brunette, Blonde, Ginger, Ravenette, Crimsonette..) boy who soon decided to pop his head out, taking a few steps into the light.

A warm, lightly tanned hand was raised to wave at (M/N) who couldn't help but pull a wide smile by Antonio's excitement as well as his sparkling energy.

A small spark was seen in (M/N) eyes as he started engaging in the conversation, the two quickly falling together, brushing again each other like salty water does to the crumbling, warm sand on the beach on the hottest summer day of the entire year. It was like a child jumped into both the water and the sand at the same time, making both the sand and water connect around the child's bare limps, connecting just like the two men did around everything they could ever think about having in common. And everyone could see it.

Everyone could see how Antonio's smile suddenly reached further up his cheeks, the gentle sparkle in his eyes turning into a glowing love and honour to just be in the present of what he thought of as the most beautiful man in the world. How (M/N)'s shyness seemed to disappear as if it didn't exist in the first place and how his anxiety seemed to fall somewhat into ease when Antonio would take his hand and bring him out on the dance floor (M/N) would never had dreamed of going near if it wasn't because of Antonio's presence.

They danced the night away, their hands melting together like butter on warm bread, the warmth from Antonio's spreading from his fingers tips and onto (M/N)'s fingertips, travelling from the fair tip to the bottom of his heart and for a while finding what (M/N) thought would be a permanent home. His laughter was like one brought from a true angel, the pureness and the acceptance spreading onto the (Brunette, Blonde, Ginger, Ravenette, Crimsonette..) boy when he would place his head on the spaniards chest, humming along to the gentle tune the piano played.