Hetalia Oneshots

Spain - Warmth In Your Every Step

Song: CNCO - Mi Medicina

"I have to do what now?" you gnawed your lower lip as you spoke on the phone with your mother, fingers fiddling with your shirt.

"Yeah, I want you to take care of this young man," she said in an authoritative tone, a tone which made your inner rebel to rebel.

"But mom," you whined, "I don't want to!" 

"You will, _____," your mother insisted, "He is badly injured and needs someone to keep him company and to take care of him."

"Can't he find someone else?"

"Well, his best friend practically knew only me, so he asked," she replied, "Besides, the man is going to pay you a handsome amount for your services."

You were silenced at the sound of that, and your mother, knowing that the gears in your head were twirling, smiled to herself. There was no way you were going to refuse now.

"Alright," you groaned, "I'll do it."

After you hung up, your mom sent you the guy's name and the directions to his house and instructed you that you were to go there immediately. So, you got into your car and drove off to this guy's place. 

The moment you rang the doorbell, the door opened immediately, almost as if the people inside were stuck at the door. The young man who peeked out at you had sandy blond hair and blue eyes, and his body was rather big and built.

"How can I help you?" He smiled pleasantly at you, giving off a friendly impression.

"My name is _____ and I was sent by my mother, (your mom's name) to take care of um... Mr. Carriedo," you said nervously, not sure if you pronounced the patient's surname correctly.

"Oh right!" the young man's face lit up and he shook your hand firmly, "Pleasure to meet you. I'm Alfred, his friend. Come on in!"

Alfred led you to one of the bedrooms in the house and showed you his injured friend. The so-called Mr. Carriedo was on his bed with his right ankle in a cast. You could hear him singing something under his breath as his eyes were affixed to the window.

As soon as both of you came in, he turned to look. Upon seeing you, you saw his green eyes glitter for a moment. There wasn't any smile on his face yet, yet you felt like his eyes were smiling at you.

"Toni, she's _____, and she'll be taking care of you till you're walking again," said Alfred, patting his friend's shoulder.

"Sweet," the brown haired man smiled. You found out that he had a lilting Spanish accent and it made you smile.

"I'm Antonio," the injured man chimed as you came close and shook his calloused hands. It looked like he did quite a lot of physical work.

For some reason, you felt a little shy at the sight of his cute little smile. Regardless, you composed yourself and introduced yourself further.

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Many days passed and you and Antonio were getting along very well. He was very talkative but in a good way and you particularly liked his continuous chatter. 

He was originally a farmer's boy and farming and cattle rearing was something that put vivacity in him more than anything else. However, he was sent to the city from the countryside for better prospects. Since he couldn't nab a white-collar job, he had no choice but to get on with construction work. 

His body did look like he did a lot of physical work considering the fact that he was tanned and a sufficient amount of built muscle on his arms.