Dating the World: Country x Reader

See You in Neverland {Spain}

See You in Neverland. {Spain x Reader}

“I swear it to you—he had you in this life, but during the next million you’ll be only mine…”

Note: Here’s a warning – tragedy. I got this idea after watching the trailer for the new live-action Peter Pan ‘prequel’ that’s coming out. Some Hetalia characters suffer from their ‘immortality’, so I considered their predicaments similar to Peter’s. Countries can fall in love with humans, I’m pretty sure.

Anyway, let me tell you a story:

“So, what are some of your most favorite memories?”

Spain glanced down and thought for a moment. After a few seconds, a grin spread across his face, “My pirating days were pretty fun. I got to explore the New World and meet all kinds of amazing people! But, I gotta say, taking care of little Romano was a treasure in itself.”

You smiled; of course you’d been expecting that last answer.

“And just as much as I enjoyed my time with baby Romano, I’ve cherished my memories with you.” He threw an arm across your shoulders and brought you close, cheerfully kissing your forehead.

Your heart pounded at his simple yet touching words. You’d been sitting outside his house, overlooking the garden. “Wow… in your centuries of living, you care about me that much?”

He nodded, “Of course! You’re one of the greatest things that ever happened to me, chica.”

You sighed contentedly. Leaning your head on his shoulder, you replied, “Maybe you’re like Peter Pan... And I can be your Wendy.”

He was silent for a moment, and you nearly thought he hadn’t heard you.

“…No,” He finally responded.

Confused, you lifted your head a bit. “Huh? Why not?”

He pulled away slightly, and looked you in the eye. Radiant green irises met your own normal ones. “…Because I don’t want us to have that type of tragic love story.”

You chuckled. “But we’re happy now, and that’s all that matters.”

He looked away, “I don’t know…” The usual sunniness in his voice wasn’t there. “I… I want to have a happy ending, too…”

~

“Buenos tomates!” You shouted out of habit as you prepared lunch. It had always been a mood-lifter for Spain when you said things as such. After all, they were grown and adored by him, and right now he didn’t seem to be feeling on cloud nine.

All of sudden, you felt a pair of strong, tanned arms snake around your waist. You gasped lightly and blushed, jumping a bit and almost dropping the sauce pan in your haste. “Spain!” You set down the cooking instrument and turned away from the stove, coming face-to-face with said personification and enveloping yourself in his embrace all the while.

He grinned sheepishly, “I just wanted to hug you. Tomorrow’s the anniversary, you know~?”

You couldn’t help but smile back. “Of course I know, Señor.” Teasingly, you poked him in the chest.

At that moment, you caught sight of a blonde head hurrying past the kitchen’s window. A few seconds later, you heard the doorbell ring. “Oh, it’s Belgium!” You’d recognize her wavy blonde locks anywhere.

She came in without waiting to be answered. She was comfortable enough with you and Spain, of course. “Guys! I brought you two an early anniversary gift!” She called out from the living room.