Let the World Sing; Hetalia Oneshot Book

Spain x Reader; Could Get Better

You were the country of the Philippines, where you had rich foods and beautiful sceneries. Unfortunately, you were taken as territory in 1521, by none other then Spain. You were always a very excluded country and minded yourself. It was a day like any other. You were picking mangoes out in the fields, until you  saw a strange vessel slowly start to come into view. You tried to recognize what the vessel was, but you had no idea what the strange contraption was. You watched it come closure and closure, until a smaller vessel was lowered into your bright blue coast. The little vessel came closure and you saw a good twenty people and the tiny thing. As the contraption came to shore, the many men started to look around at their surroundings. At first you didn't mind your guests, until the Spanish country took control of your own.

You hated the Spaniard that was keeping you captive in his home. You hated him with all your heart. He took your home, and freedom away from you. You were now living in his house with Romano. Romano was a brat over all, but he was the only one you could talk to. He was cute and you often try to play with him. He often called you a idiota ragazza, but you looked past it. You often did Romano's work for him, because you felt the most bad for him. He metioned many times he had a brother, who got all the attention and praise from their Grandpa Rome. You were now cleaning with Romano, in the Spaniard's study.

"Hey Romano?" You asked, still paying attention to your dusting.

"What is it now ragazza?" Romano retorted.

"Why do you think Spain is keeping us here?" You questioned the short Italian.

"Why should I care? He gives us food and cleans up our messes." Romano answered.

"Your messes..." You whisper to yourself. After a couple of silent minutes the Spaniard opened the door to greet you and Romano.

"Hola, Philippines and Romano. How are you two doing on cleaning?" Spain asked.

"Wow! My study has never been this clean. Good job Philipines!" Spain said rather cheerful, but you just glared at him.

"Yay.., Thanks..." You said slowly, avoiding eye contact. He frowned at you, knowing full well you hated him and his home. He knew you felt like that his home was a prison. And events like this continued to happen weeks on end until he asked you to come in his office. Of course you complied and went to your most hated person. You knocked on his door and heared "Pasa~" You opened the door and closed it behind you.

"You wanted to speak to me Spain?" You asked, kinda unamused.

"Come with me for a minute." He told you, and you complied once again. He lead you to his room and motioned you to sit on his bed.

"Look (Y/N), I know you don't like being trapped here with me in my house, okay. But maybe if you give me another chance, things could get better..." Spain explained.

"I know that, but I don't trust you Spain. I miss my home and the days I would roam in the jungles, and the days I would pick my mangoes, and- and when I would swim in my oceans, and-" You trailed off as you started to cry into Spain's pillow. Spain only looked at you with concern.

"I just want to go home!" You cried out in pain. Spain looked even more guilty then he already looked.

"Look at me (Y/N)." Spain commanded. You looked up and Spain gently put his lips on yours. At first you were surprised, then slowly melted into the kiss. The sensation was then interrupted by Romano.

"Eww that is disgusting!!" Romano screamed, then ran off. You and Spain giggled and looked at eachother again.

"Round two?" He asked.

"Sure that would be nice."