Hetalia Oneshots [REQUESTS CLOSED]

You Belong to Me ~Spain

You fell to the ground in exhaustion. You had been outside for most of the day, picking tomatoes with Spain, your boyfriend.

Spain looked surprised for a second, and then chuckled. “¿Estas cansado?”

“Sí.” You smiled wearily. “Lo siento.”

He stood up from his crouched position and stretched. “It’s okay. Let’s go back inside then?” He had purposefully switched to English from his native tongue, knowing full well you preferred [Your country’s language].

“You missed your siesta.” You reminded him as you walked back inside.

“I guess I’ll have to catch up then.”

Once inside, the both of you washed off the dirt that had accumulated on your hands. You wrinkled your nose in distaste as you saw the now muddy water go down the drain.

Spain seemed to notice, and laughed.

You gave him the evil eye- well, you tried to; you could never really get mad at him.

“Oh look, visitors!” He exclaimed right before the doorbell rang. “I’ll get it!” With that, he dashed off. Spain had always been able to tell when someone had the intent to go to his house. It had freaked you out at first, but you had gotten used to it eventually.

“I hope its Ita~!” You smiled, following him slowly.

It disappeared when you heard, “Ah Seychelles! Come in!”

Seychelles? When did Seychelles start looking at Spain’s face? You couldn’t help but wonder.

You and Seychelles had never had a good relationship together. In fact, you hated each other.

Stupid little-

“-[Country Name]!” Spain called. “Come say hi to Seychelles!”

“Yeah!” You called back, and forced a smile onto your face before walking to the front room.

“Hello Seychelles,” You greeted stiffly. “Fancy seeing you here.”

Seychelles looked as though she had swallowed a lemon when she smiled. “Hello to you too [Country Name].”

She looked the same, you thought privately. Same brown hair, same complexion, same annoying brown eyes that were currently raking over your boyfriend’s form-wait what!

You took a second look. There was no denying it- she was checking Spain out! That wouldn’t do now, would it?

You grabbed his hand and spoke to Seychelles. “Are you going to stand there all day?”

“No,” She sneered at you. “You’re just in the way.”

You narrowed your eyes at her tone.

“Come on, let’s go!” Spain chirped, oblivious to the tension surrounding you and Seychelles. He skipped to the kitchen after telling you to see Seychelles to the sitting room.

You glared at Seychelles, before walking towards the living room, not caring whether she followed or not. Sadly she did.

“I still can’t help but wonder why Spain’s still with you.” She said offhandedly.

“I wonder why you even think you have a chance.” You replied smoothly.

She simply huffed.

   She tried to start an argument again when you were both seated.

“Seriously [Country Name], you should just give up. You’re not good enough for him.”

“And you are?” You laughed humorlessly. “No one’s good enough for Spain, Seychelles.”

“Yeah, sure. If that lets you sleep at night.” She laughed.

“Look Seychelles,” You said finally getting annoyed. “I don’t see what your problem is! Just look for another guy, ‘cause Spain. Is. Mine.”

“My problem is you!” She exploded. “Spain is the only guy I’ve ever had a chance with, and then you come along and steal him away from me!”

“Spain barely ever spoke to you! And he was never yours for me to steal!”

“YES HE WAS MINE!” She finally lost it. “AND IT IS YOUR-“

“-[Country Name]?”

The both of you froze at hearing Spain’s voice.

“What is going on here?” It was tight.

You stood up. “Seychelles here keeps blaming me for ‘stealing’ you away from her, or something. I’m simply trying to defend myself.”

“Is that true?” Spain asked Seychelles, a frown (surprisingly) etched on his features.

“I-yes-I mean n-ARGGH~!” She screamed. “Yes Spain, I did!”

“Why?” Spain sounded upset. “What’s wrong with our relationship?”

“She’s wrong, don’t you see?” Seychelles pointed at you.

“What is so ‘wrong’ about her?”

“Everything.” She replied eagerly. “She seems to think you belong to her too! You’re not meant to love her Spain! You’re meant to love me!”

Spain’s eyes darkened, and you knew she had crossed the limit.

“And who wrote that specific rule down?”

“…” She didn’t have an answer for that.

“Listen now, Seychelles, and listen well. If you even come 5 meters to close to me, you’ll regret it. I’m warning you. Now get out!”

Seychelles ran away, looking close to tears. You couldn’t help but feel a little sorry for her, even though she had tried to brainwash your boyfriend into liking her. Still, you were pretty pissed.

“I can’t believe she had the nerve to do that!” You fumed.

“It’s okay,” Spain whispered in her ear. “I’ll always belong to you no matter what.” With that, he turned around and kissed you.

 ‘I should probably send Seychelles a thank you gift.’ You thought. ‘Else we wouldn’t have to make up for it.’

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I do not harbor any hatred towards Seychelles. I simply needed a female antagonist, and saw her as most practical.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia; Hidekaz Himaruya does. (Nor do I own the song.)