~Save Your Life~ SpainXReader Ch 3

    Spain called up from the bottom of the white flight of stairs, "____? If you're coming you better hurry! We're gonna be late!"

    "I'm putting on my shoes right now Toni!" you called back hopping on one leg while trying to fit on your (f/c) shoes. Taking the stairs three at a time, you fit on the last shoe. "Comin-" you shouted and also succeeded in tripping on the last few stairs. Panic flared in your chest as you felt the world rush past you. You hit a solid object but it wasn't the floor. Actually, it cushioned your fall a bit.

    It was Spain. His stunningly bright green eyes made eye contact with you and you felt the churning in your stomach again.

    You stared at each other for what seemed like a minute when a voice broke the silence, "Ohonhonhon, Spain is going to get some 'ey guys?" You felt the familiar heat rushing to your face. Both of your faces turned as red as his tomatoes as you both looked over to France. Behind him stood a smirking Prussia and the rest of the countries.

    Quickly you got off of him and stood up glancing at him nervously. He winced as you got up realizing how much it hurt him when you both hit the rough tile. You averted your gaze to the floor in front of you.

    "So is everyone ready to go?! I'm ready! I'm ready!" a familiar Italian voice shouted from the back of the small crowd. You could barely see the top of his hair behind the towering Germany.

    "I think we are now, Feli," Prussia teased Spain.

    "Come on lovebirds," Germany said leading you all towards the tall front doors.

    "I am going to stay to protect the house, da?" Russia said more as a statement then a question.

    "Um sure Ivan," you said knowing that if he protected something he wasn't going to let it go. Even if it was his enemy's house, apparently.

    "Where are we going?! You guys still haven't told me!" You said putting your hands on your hips and glaring at the nearest person, France. The blond haired man wilted under your stare as your group made your way out of the door of America's house. He still kept his mouth shut though. You sighed and stared at the two cars you were all going to take since all of you didn't fit into one, there were eleven people after all.

    The car you were going to take was a Porshe Panemera. It was Germany's car so it was, of course, German made. You, Spain, Japan, Italy, and Germany were going in his car. America, China, Romano, Britain, France, and Prussia took the other.

    "Oh! Oh! can I drive!?" Italy jumped up and down.

    All of you at once, "No!" Japan added with a slight shiver," I am not going to go through that again." The Italian hung his head slightly and climbed into the back seat. You ended up being stuck in the middle of Italy and Spain. As Spain stepped in the Porshe the three of you were... let's say cozy. You blushed as you snuggly fit between to the two countries.

    "Lets-a go!" Italy managed to say in his best Mario accent ever. You cracked a smile as you remembered playing Super Mario Bros. not four weeks ago.

    Even Spain seemed slightly amused. You looked up at him in the seat next to you and scooted a bit closer. You could have sworn he turned a shade pinker. Maybe it was just the light...

    Germany looked back at the three of you, "First, put on ze seatbelts. Now." This was followed by the faint click of three seatbelt buckles. "Good, now we may go." He pulled away with a squeal of the tires.

    Your eyes widened and you looked at Japan. He didn't seem to happy about that either. Italy was smiling and enjoying the scenery of the Orange Bay Bridge. You looked away from the bridge not wanting to tear up again.

    You felt Spain's gaze on your head as you tensed your sides at Germany's driving down the highway.  You started to look his way and felt it slip off of you. A half smile formed on your mouth, the half that was facing Feliciano.

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    You ended up in Orange Bay's neighboring city, Greenedale. Driving through the downtown of the city you eventually ended up going by an amusement park. To your surprise, under the sign that said, Greenedale Amusement Park (Wow creative name!) Germany turned into the parking lot with a squeak of the tires. Quickly finding a spot you got out of the car and waited for the others to show up.

    About five minutes later Romano, France, China, Prussia, America, and Britain strolled over to the five of you. Prussia and France smirked, obviously an inside joke. Once you made through the entrance you looked around in awe. Roller coasters, activities, food stands, and other stands lined the walkway.

    China and Japan immediately grouped together. America, Britain, and you sort of grouped. France and Prussia grabbed a hold of Spain's shirt and dragged him into a group. The Bad Touch Trio couldn't be sepparated you figured. Italy and Romano kind of stood near each other.

    "Everyone meets back at five o' clock right here," said America. The BTT immediately took that as a hint and ran off towards the closest roller coaster. You felt your heart sink a little as Antonio followed his friends.

    China and Japan walked together talking through the crowd. You remembered China saying something about 'catching up with his little brother' earlier so that made sense.

    Italy and Romano looked unsure about what to do but soon enough Italy practically dragged Romano towards another coaster, very unhappily at that. "Italy you pasta loving-! I only agreed to come because I didn't want to stay with Russia and his creepy metal pipe! I don't actually want to go on one of those frickin' rides! Lasciarmi andare!" you heard Romano shout at Italy while receiving some weird glances from the crowd.

    You turned back to America and Britain and all three of you looked at each other not quite sure of what to do.

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    After going on about half the rides with your group you started to wish you had gone with the BTT. Even if they were a pain in the butt it would still have been worth it to go on the rides with Antonio.

    "So, how's it going with Toni dude?" you turned around and found America smiling at you. Britain watched with interest as well.

    You blushed and looked at the ground twirling a piece of (h/c) hair on your finger,"U-Uh I guess good?"

    "Do you really like him?" Britain said in his light English accent.

    "Yeah..." you smiled.

    "Ooooooo," was the sound that came out of Alfred's mouth. You smiled glancing around and saw what you had waiting for for a while. Well it didn't look like you were going to get a better chance than now. You tapped Alfred's shoulder and led the three of you towards the Ferris Wheel.

Spains POV:
    Toni felt himself being pulled away from ____. He looked around and found it was France and Prussia.

    "Come on mon ami! Lets ride that one!" France smiled and all three of them began walking through the crowd once America set the time. Spain was happy to be with his old friends but he stole a few wistful glances back at you.

    He willingly rode with his two friends on all of the roller coasters they could find. By the time they ran out of coasters Antonio felt his energy drained.

    "So Toni," he felt Prussia nudge him in the arm with his elbow,"How's it going with ____?" His friends immediately wore smirks on their faces.

    Spain felt the heat rise to his cheeks and he smiled nervously.

    "Are you serious about her Toni?" France leaned on his friend.

    "S-Sí," Spain lowered his head slightly.

    "Wirklich?!" Prussia gasped almost choking on his giant pretzel. None of the BTT had really ever had a serious relationship, except if you count France joining with England for a short time to save his economy.

    "Our little Espagne is growing up so fast!" France put his arm around Spain and patted him on the back.

   Antonio looked up at his two best friends,"B-But I don't think she likes me back."

    "Mon ami! But did you see how she blushed earlier, no? That has to-" the Spaniard tuned out after that lost in thought. Then something caught his attention.

    You were walking towards what could only be the Ferris Wheel. "U-Um yeah that's cool Francis, how about we go on the Ferris Wheel?" Spain started towards the looming ride.

    "Uh sure," he heard Gilbert and Francis say as he followed Antonio weaving through the crowd.

Regular POV:
    You smiled at your favorite ride as you got in the short line for it. It was sad in your opinion, the Ferris Wheel was so underappreciated.

    "____? Hola!" you turned around, it was Spain.

    "Toni?" your voice almost cracked, "Wow, funny meeting at the same time, huh?"

    "Sí ____," he smiled at you and your heart fluttered. "So, you're gonna go on the Ferris Wheel too?"

    "Yeah, well I wanted to relax after so many thrill rides," Toni put his hands behind his head nervously.

    "Gilbert and Francis must love them, they seem to be into that sorta stuff."

    "I like them too, just not as much." You smiled at that as you saw Prussia and France's head over the small crowd.

    Spain turned around to see what you smiled at. He caught sight of his friends and France winked at Toni, but you missed that.

    "Next two," the girl attending the wheel said and you turned around. You and Spain were standing side by side so you didn't really have a choice. As the two of you sat down the wheel took you up.

    "So..." you said looking over to where the entrance was, away from Spain. Was that Italy by the churro stand? Yes, it was, Romano was having a fit over something. You could spot Spain's "brother" almost anywhere.

    "So..." Spain copied you clearly not knowing what to say. He obviously didn't notice the two brothers below. "You know why I really got on this ride right?" Antonio said quietly.

    You turned to face him, his face resembled one of his tomatoes.

    Your mind raced,"N-No..." You knew what it was, but you wanted to hear it for yourself.

    "I....I just wanted to talk to you... because I wanted to tell you something..." Spain said, his brown hair fluttering in the sea breeze.

    You stared at his emerald eyes, they told all that was needed. "I...____, I-I...," he looked down and muttered something that sounded like a curse in Spanish. He turned back to you. "W-When I look at you I have to smile. When I talk with you for more than one sentence I start to blush. When I'm within five feet of you I get so nervous it's not even funny. I mean look at this," he held up his hand. It was shaking almost violently.

    You wanted to touch his hand but you couldn't bring yourself to move. "____, I-" you suddenly felt the strength return to your body and hugged him. Tightly. He didn't seem to care though because he hugged you back and rested his head on your shoulder. You put your head in the crook of his neck and held him closer.

    "Te amo ____," he whispered in your ear softly.

    "I know, Toni," you sighed and looked at the slowly descending Sun. Spain brushed a (h/c) lock of hair from you face.

    You forgot time and stayed like that for a long while. He wrapped his light brown jacket around you while still wearing the other half when you shivered out of happiness. You were so comfortable that you didn't even realize it was your turn to get off.

    "Come on ____," Antonio said tugging on your jacket slightly. He removed his jacket from around you and you immediately missed the warmth. Both of you got off of the ride and you started to walk towards Britain and America waiting for you.

    Your eyes widened as Spain pulled you into another hug. He wrapped his jacket around you again so it appeared you both were wearing one jacket and faced towards Prussia and France.

    France gave him a half smile and Prussia shook his head slightly in what seemed like disbelief. Together, your groups now combined, you walked towards the entrance.

    "Hey, what time is it?" you asked looking at your group.

    "4:20," America said looking back at you.

    You shrugged, "At least the entrance isn't that far away."

    "Yeah, but you don't have to ride with Romano..." you could have sworn you heard Britain say.

    Oh, it couldn't be that bad. You were wrong. In fact, he swore in Italian and English practically all the way to the car. You were so glad you weren't riding with him. Japan and China didn't seem to mind that you were late at least.

    Everyone climbed into the Porshe and you could still faintly hear Romano's various profanities. You raised you eyebrows slightly, he sure had a wide vocabulary. Spain shrugged, seeing your reaction. Once on the highway, it was quiet. Very quiet. Feliciano even stayed quiet for a little bit, until he began going on about how he wanted to get a pet seagull and name it Vermicelli.

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    (Outside the house) America slowly unlocked the door, he stepped inside and you followed right behind Spain. In the living room outside the kitchen you discovered Russia who had the T.V on. He was watching the Military Channel.

    You suspected that he wasn't watching that the whole time though judging by the various sounds that you heard a few moments before. He turned and smiled at you all. You smiled back nervously. Just because you were his friend didn't mean he wasn't unnerving sometimes.

    "So, how did you enjoy your day Ivan?" you asked him while leaning on the couch behind him.

    "It vas enjoyable," he looked up at you.

    Alfred shut off the television, "Shut that off, you don't need to rot your brains and learn all my military secrets at the same time."

    The silver-haired man shot America a death glare which he didn't catch. "Did you enjoy the fair?"

    "Yes, I really did," you looked back at Spain who smiled at you. "Good, I will begin to prepare our dinner."

    You watched him get up, "I think I will too." You walked into the kitchen after Ivan, well almost. You were caught in a hug before you could take a step further.

    Spain looked down at you and smiled rubbing his nose with yours in an Eskimo kiss.

    "Actually, I think I'll stay with Toni for a bit, sorry Ivan."

    "That is okay," Russia said, fairly indifferent.

    "Ugh, I'm gonna help Ivan if it means getting out of this room," Romano remarked quietly.

   You smiled at Spain and he looked somewhat apologetically.

    "How did you survive living with that guy?" you asked quietly.

    He smiled at your tone and held you tighter, "Luck?"

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"Lasciarmi andare," - Let me go (Italian)
"Wirklich,"- Really (German)
"Espagne,"- Spain (French)
"Mon ami,"- My friend (French)
"Te amo,"- I love you (Spanish)