(Eight part story) You had hated the way his eyes had seemed to know more about you than even you did. The way they seemed to look right into your soul. It scared you. Now, 17-year-old you loved him, but you kept even those feelings to yourself. You knew that even if he returned your feelings, that you would have to cut off the relationship. You just couldn't bear to let him see through your mask. (I don't own you, Spain, Hetalia, or the picture. I own the storyline.)