Hetalia Boys + Reader Oneshots

Spain + Reader

Alright, (Y/N), this is it. Just go in there and tell him.
You were standing on Spain's front porch, trying to give yourself a pep talk. You'd finally decided to tell him that you liked him, but now that you were here, you weren't sure you had the nerve.
Come on, (Y/N), what's the worst thing that could happen? Well, he could say he doesn't like me. He could say that he never even wants to see me again. He could - you stopped yourself. You had to think positive.
You raised your hand to knock, but didn't move it. Maybe you could sneak away . . . this was a bad idea . . .
Unfortunately, the choice disappeared as the door opened and Spain almost walked into you.
"Good morning, chica hermosa," he said, grinning at you. "I didn't know you were here."
Blushing, you lowered the hand you had been debating whether or not to knock with.
"And I didn't know you were leaving," you said, trying to will the fire in your cheeks to go down. "Should I go?"
"No, of course not," Spain said. "I was just going to buy more tomatoes. You can come too."
He started walking, and you fell into step beside him.
"H-hey Spain?" you stammered after a moment.
"Si?"
"I . . . I like you . . ."
He didn't say anything for so long you were unsure he'd heard you.
Just as you were about to repeat yourself, he turned to you and glomped you to the ground.
"S-Spain, w-what -?!"
"Guess what, chica hermosa," he said, grinning widely. "I like you too ~"
"Yeah, you're also squashing me," you pointed out, blushing harder.
"If you give me a kiss, I'll let you stand up."
Rolling your eyes, you pressed your lips against his cheek.
"There. Now let me get up."
Spain pouted and let you get up. "No fair."
"I gave you a kiss," you grinned. "That's what you wanted, isn't it?"
"That wasn't a kiss, chica hermosa," he smirked, wrapping his arms around you. "This is."
Without wasting another second, he pressed his lips against yours.

Translations:
Chica hermosa = beautiful girl
Si = yes