Hetalia Imagines

spain||2:47am

(Heyyyyyy what up?)((credit to artist))
SILT: My Shot- Lin-Manuel Miranda, Anthony Ramos, Daveed Diggs, Leslie Odom Jr, and Okieriete Onaodowan
Word Count: 1126

A loud knocking woke Antonio from his slumber. His green eyes opened slowly and glanced at the clock by his bedside. 2:47am. Who in the hell was at his door at this ungodly hour?
He sat up and blindly made his way to the front door in the dark. He switched on the outdoor light before grasping the door handle and pulling open the door.
There was a girl there. She grinned at him and he struggled to hide his confusion. Who in the fu-
"Antonio. I know that we don't really speak but I kinda really need your help right now!" She blurted out, looking up at him with pleading (eye coloured) eyes.
"...Vale?"
The girl cheered with excitement before slapping a hand over her mouth. After a moment, she removed her hand and let it drop to her side. The unknown girl turned around and began to walk down his driveway but stopped halfway down. She looked at him over her shoulder and said in a passive voice:
"You might want to get a shirt. You're kinda half naked.".
Antonio looked down at himself and saw that he was only wearing his "Big Bird" boxers. His tanned cheeks flushed red and he nodded hastily. Conveniently, there was a basket of clean washing in his kitchen. He quickly pulled on a pair of pants and a shirt before grabbing his keys and running out of his door, letting it slam after him, and down towards the still nameless woman waiting for him.
She lead him down the street and he attempted to figure out who she was. His mind raked through the list of women he knew and tried to match her appearance to a name. Who has (hair colour) hair? Who has (eye colour) eyes? Who would come knocking on his door at nearly three in the morning? He didn't know.
She lead him to the very end of the street and towards a house that, in the dim light of the lamppost, looked to have the house number 15.
As she opened the gate that separated the house from the street, she muttered something that was almost inaudible to Antonio.
"Que?" He asked, and he failed to notice her roll her eyes.
"I said: (name). That's what my name is. I moved here about six months ago? Do you seriously not remember? You threw a massive welcoming party for me and almost smothered me with hugs."
Antonio blinked. (Name). This was (name). Holy shit!
"Lo siento, (name)! I really am!" He babbled, clasping and un-clamping his hands.
(Name) laughed at his panic stricken state and patted his arm.
"Don't sweat it! It is three in the morning, after all. You're bound to be forgetful. Plus, I haven't spoken, or seen you, in about a month and a half anyway."
Antonio chuckled nervously but otherwise stayed silent as the two walked towards her front door.
"Now, I must warn you. What you have to do may be the most terrifying thing you have ever had to do, and nightmares about this moment might haunt you for the rest of your life." She said seriously, making Antonio gulp. What had he gotten himself in to? Was it too late to run back to his home and hide? Was it too late to-
His rambling thoughts were cut off by the creaking of (name)'s door. The door slowly swung open and (name) entered the house. It only took her a second to realise that he wasn't following her, so she turned around and beckoned him into the house.
The hallway they walked down was dimly lit, and shadows danced across the walls. Antonio felt a sweat form on his brow, and a shiver shot down his spine.
They reached the door at the end of the hallway in a matter of minutes, although it felt longer to the Spaniard, and (name) turned to look at him.
"Are you ready for this?"
The truth was; he wasn't. But he wasn't about to tell her that. Subtly shaking off his fear, he nodded.
"Stay strong, man." She whispered before falling silent. She grabbed the handle to the door with a tight grip and opened the door.
Antonio walked through the doorway and glanced around the room. He was in the kitchen, there was no doubt about that, but what could possibly be so terrifying that (name) had to come and get him to sort it out?
"Chica, what am i looking for?"
(Name), who had grown pale, pointed towards the sink with a shaking finger.
Following her direction, he walked towards the sink and peered in. At first, he saw nothing out of the ordinary. A sponge, a couple spoons, the usual things found in a sink, but upon closer inspection, Antonio found himself struggling to hold back laughter.
"A s-s-spider? THAT'S what chu made me come here for?!" He laughed, and an indignant "hey!" sounded from behind him.
He reached his hand into the sink and let the creature crawl onto it. A terrified shriek erupted from what could only have been (name)'s mouth and he smirked.
"I swear to god, Antonio. If you fucking come near me with that thing, I'll burn down your tomato garden and let that angry Italian guy beat you up!" She threatened once he turned around, creature still in hand.
"Ah, how chu wound me, (name)." Antonio mused, but kept his distance.
He opened the kitchen window and yet the spider out, watching as it crawled away. He turned back around, a smirk stretching across his face, and stalked closer to (name).
"So, hermosa, how are chu going to repay me?"
She blinked once, twice, thrice.
"The fuck do you mean?"
Antonio chuckled lowly, stepping closer to the female.
"Well, chu woke me up at three in the morning to get rid of a spider. I think I need some form of payment."
"Will €20 do ya?" She questioned, a slight edge to her voice.
Antonio's smirk widened.
"I don't want money,"
(Name)'s face scrunched up in confusion.
"Then what the fuck do you wa-"
She was cut off by Antonio's lips crashing on to hers. His lips moved against hers for a brief moment before they were removed.
The Spaniard took a step back and relished in the blush spreading across (name)'s face.
"Well, chica, is that was all chu wanted me for, I'll be leaving."
An incoherent mumble came from (name), and Antonio smiled. He walked past her frozen form and out of the house.
As he climbed back into his bed, he prayed.
"Dear Lord, please grant me the pleasure of having to remove more spiders from (name)'s house."

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