Hetalia Oneshots

Spain - How To Love

A/N (Please read)

In this oneshot you're a really harsh, cold girl and I know y'all aren't like that bit for the sake of the oneshot, please pretend ^^

I had written this in only two days lol even though I have exams going on right now 😂😂

Enjoy!

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Song: Alvaro Soler - Ella

Antonio's P.O.V

There was a certain girl I liked. They called her "Winter" because she was beautiful yet mighty cold.

Many people liked her, but she would either play with their feelings for a while and then turn them down, or just flat out turn them down directly in a harsh manner.

Regardless, the number of admirers only increased.

I was one of her admirers and my friends thought that I was crazy to have a crush on that cold girl. I do admit, I was crazy, but I still liked her.

Even though she was so cold, there was something in her that was attractive, and that was the calm demeanor she always had on her face when dealing with the multitudes.

One day, I was feeling rather strongly about her and I wanted to ask her out. After classes had finished, I asked to meet her and upon meeting her, I asked her to be my girlfriend. To my surprise, she accepted and we were a couple. I later told my friends and they collectively groaned at how utterly stupid I was.

"She's gonna break your heart, bro!" said one of my concerned friends.

However, I was quite brazen, even though I didn't look like it. I said,

"It doesn't matter. Let her break my heart a million times. I'm still going to love her."

My friends always scratched their heads whenever I said something like that. I usually never held on to anyone or anything no matter how much it hurt me. This was the first time they've seen me behave like this.

"You're hugging a rose bush." said another of my friends, who made up this metaphor.

I knew I was.

We dated for a while. I would ask her out on a date and things would get a little complicated. On some occasions, she'd decline, on other occasions, she'd accept but never show up.

It was frustrating, but I bore with it. I loved her, and I was more than willing to put up with her. She treated me like a dog, but I treated her like a queen.

She'd slap me if I tried to kiss her, gripe if I tried to touch her, roll her eyes in disgust if I sang to her, and yell at me if I tried to tell her that some things she did hurt me. Not just that, she loved to play with my feelings.

Again, it was frustrating, but I put up with it. Because I loved her.

Loving her really felt like I was hugging a rose bush. My friends were right, but I wasn't willing to give up on her.

It was difficult to read her thoughts and actions. She was exactly like a pendulum, swaying side to side, changing her mind.

Five months had passed, and we were still together. Something was fishy. I had noticed that whichever relationship she had, it never exceeded two months. From all I have seen, this was probably her longest relationship.