~I am Yours~ SpainXReader

    I am what? I am me but not me. What am I? I am you but not you. I am what? What am I?
 Odeirrac zednanref oinotna

    That was what the note said. A note? Why would someone pass you a note? It had an origami rose with it that said I love you on the petals. You looked over to your partner, she had passed you the items.

    She shrugged as you mouthed the words, Who? You were horrible at riddles too... You quickly slid it into your pocket, class was ending anyways. Next was lunch so you'd have time to figure it out with your friends.

    Riiiiiiiiiiing the bell rang loudly making you jump unexpectedly. You shook yourself to clear the shakiness and grabbed your backpack as the teacher dismissed you.

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    (At your lunch table) You gazed off into wall, lost in thought while eating your lunch. Who had sent you the note? No one had really looked suspicious after class. It could be Gilbert or Francis, they were always sending girls these kinds of things. But they usually said things straight out. Not in riddles, like in the note.

    You shook slightly, it better not be one of those guys. Besides, what did the last part mean!? What did Odeirrac zednanref oinotna mean? Was it German or something? You had seen Gilbert when he was writing in German to make the teacher mad, and it didn't seem like it. You didn't think it was Spanish, French, or even maybe even Swedish? No...

    Suddenly you were woken from your thoughts when something cold landed on your neck.

"The heck?" you tensed. You looked down in surprise at the piece of cold lettuce that now rested on your shirt. All heads turned to you and started to laugh. You started to laugh also when you began imagining your face when you had woken up.

    After the laughter died down you looked around, "Hey, um (nerdy friend)? Do you know what language this is?"

    You held up the note and pointed to the last line. (Nerdy friend) took it from you and looked hard at it, "What the heck? Who's this from?"

    "I got it in Math, I don't know who wrote it."

    "Well, I don't recognize any Latin or Greek roots," (nerdy friend) said giving it back to you across the table with a smile unnoticed smile. You frowned, what did it mean then? The ringing bell cut you off from further conversation.

    You sighed," Ughhhh, I don't wanna go to P.E." Besides, why P.E. right after lunch? That had to be the stupidest idea... At least a few of your friends were in the same class. Mostly guy friends, but hey whatever right?

    Walking to the locker rooms to dress out you were caught up to by Yao Wang, or China.

"Hey, ____, I heard you got a note from someone, aru," he nudged you with his elbow playfully.

    "Yeah," you smiled and looked at the ground blushing slightly.

    "Do you know who it is yet?"

    "No, it doesn't say, why? Do you know?" you looked at him seriously.

    "Yeah, aru," he smirked and began jogging towards the boy's locker room, his thick dark hair bouncing slightly in his ponytail. You thought about calling after him but decided against it. You would ask him in P.E. if you found the chance.

    After dressing out, you walked out onto the basketball court. No one was out yet because you dressed out pretty fast.

    "Hey, ____," a voice behind you said cheerily. You jumped but instantly recognized who it was.

   "God, Tino, are you trying to kill me?" you said placing a hand over your chest dramatically as you turned to face the nation.

    "Sorry," the Finnish teen smiled. You chuckled slightly and crossed your arms. "So... I heard someone likes you..." he smiled at you knowingly.

    "Jeez, how does everyone know about that? Besides, it doesn't say that he likes me," you rolled your eyes but thought about the rose. But it had someone else's handwriting...

    "Everyone knows, I mean he is pretty popular," he said matter-of-factly. His eyes widened when he realized the last part had slipped out.

    "So you know who it is?" you looked at him directly.

    "T'no. Wh't 're y'u do'ng?" you hadn't noticed Berwald creep up behind both of you.

    "U-Uh nothing Su-san," Tino said grabbing his Swedish friend's arm and dragging him off towards some other of the Nordics.

    You shivered slightly the Swedish man's brief presence. He was intimidating...

    Looking around you pondered on who to talk to. There was France flirting with a group of girls, Prussia laughing rather loudly at a random joke, Alfred fighting with Britain, the two Italian brothers doing the same, and Canada talking quietly with Russia. That left Antonio and Heracles, and the Greek appeared to be dozing.

    You blushed just at the sight of the Spaniard. He had been your crush since what was it... third grade?

    You thought about what to say to him... Okay. You will go... now... Now. Okay... now. There... that seemed to work.

    You smiled at the green eyed teen, "Hey Toni."

    "Oh hi ____," he turned around and you felt your cheeks grow slightly hotter just from talking to him.

    "So, do you think you'll be going to the dance on Friday?" you fidgeted with your hands behind your back.

     "I don't know... probably," your heart leaped. Maybe you would finally work up the courage to dance with him.

    "I heard you got a note from someone..." he raised his eyebrows. Man, not him too...

    "Yeah, everyone seems to know who it is," you tilted your head to the side.

    "You know?" he said.

    "No, they keep going away before they can say..." the Spaniard looked slightly relieved.

    "Are you going to try to find out who it is?"

    "I'm not sure I want to know actually... 'cause I like someone else..." you blushed a dark pink.

    Toni seemed slightly saddened by this news.

    "Wait...do you know?"

    "Nope," he managed to say with a slight quiver in his voice.

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    (On the bus) You smiled as you listened to (favorite song) on your phone. Looking out the window you recognized the stop where you were going to get off. Through the dirty glass you could see Toni's house too and you felt a flutter.

    You two didn't live too far away from each other so you saw him often enough. You actually didn't really want to find out who it was. Then you would have to explain that you liked someone else. Nice. Well, if somehow you were to find out who it was then it would be over with though. Ugh, complication.

    Resting your head on the back of the seat in front of you, you groaned aloud.

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    (The next day at school) "So, ____, you find out who it is yet?" (friend 1) winked at you.

    "No," you were beginning to get sick of hearing that. Why wouldn't people just tell you!?

    "Here, this might help," they gave you a small slip of paper with another origami rose. You opened it,
Mirror mirror on the wall. What am I? I am what?
Odeirrac zednanref oinotna

    "Ugh!," you sighed. "I'll never figure out who it is..." You slipped the piece of paper inside your backpack where the other one was kept carefully.

    "It'll be okay, ____, it's not that hard to figure out who it is," (friend 1) smirked at you.  

    "Yeah but you know I like someone else!" you protested.

    (Friend 1) lowered their gaze while smiling a bit, "Oh yeah."

    You sighed, you gaze turned away, "I'll be right back. My hair's been acting weird today." You quickly made your way to the restroom and looked in the mirror. Ugh frizzy hair. Pulling out your hairbrush, you found the note was stuck to it. You stared at the note as you ran the brush through your messy hair. What did the last part mean!? It was giving you a headache. Then something caught your eye as you turned over the note to check the back for anything you might've missed.

    You stared at the mirror, brush now forgotten and your hand frozen in place. The bottom line reflected back three words, the letters backwards, but easy enough to recognize. When the mirror reflected it back the bottom line translated into:
antonio fernandez carriedO

    "Oh my God," you whispered grabbing your backpack and still holding your brush in your hand tightly. You didn't want to run and it seemed like it would be impossible not too.

    Suddenly it made sense. The 'mirror mirror' part was saying that you had to use a mirror to see his name. The 'I am what? What am I?' part meant that it was backwards and that you should reverse the name.

    You realized that you were almost to the Library. Why the Library?! You spotted Antonio through the window the next hallway over and you started to jog.

    "Toni!" you shouted his name and he turned around along with Gilbert and Francis. "Toni, I need to talk to you," you said slightly out of breath.

    "Go ahead," the Spaniard said shooing his friends away. You could hear their retreating laughs as they got father away though. They knew what was about to happen no doubt. It looked like Spain did too judging by his slightly panicked expression.

    You held up the note," You wrote this... didn't you?"

    He glanced around and grabbed your wrist, "Not here, ____."

    You remained where you were standing, "Didn't you?!"

    "Yes, now come on, I don't want to make a scene," he lead you to the side of the cafeteria, where several tall bushes blocked you and Toni from sight.

    "So you did write it!" you stared at him with a slight look of disbelief. Your crush!?

    "Yes, I wrote it mi amor," he blushed deeply.

    "B-But why?" you studdered.

    "Because ____. Te amo... Eres hermosa. Inside and out," he smiled at you, finally picking up his head to meet your gaze. His expression darkened," But that was before I found out you liked someone else..." You suddenly understood.

    You pulled him into a hug and he tensed slightly," Toni, you idiot. That someone is you." His eyes widened in realization. You smiled and pecked him lightly on the cheek. The Spaniard blushed a darker shade if that was possible.

    "Wait, what did the first note mean? And what was with the roses too?" you pulled away.

    "The roses were Francis's idea," he said as you pulled the note out of your backpack. Well that explained the different handwriting.

    "What do you mean by 'I am me but not me. I am you but not you'?" you showed him the slightly wrinkled paper.

    He smiled broadly," Oh! I am me but not me. I am you but not you. I'm not me because I belong to you, but I'm not a part of you. Yo soy tuyo," Your head spun with all of the 'me's and 'you's but you eventually put it together. You hugged him closer and looked up into his sparkling emerald eyes, and him into your clear (e/c) ones.

    "I am yours," he whispered into your ear.

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"Mi amor"- My love
"Te Amo"- I love you
"Eres hermosa"- You are beautiful
"Yo soy tuyo"- I am yours