SpainxReader I'm so sorry

You sat on the park bench, your (h/l), (h/c) hair moving gently in the breeze. The weak winter’s sun shone down on you, and the pale blue sky was finally free of clouds. What seemed like a thousand happy couples walked past you, chatting, hugging, kissing.

You looked down, your hair falling in front of your face, and held back the tears that were threatening to fall. You jumped and gasped when you felt someone plunk down onto the bench beside you.

“(Name)? Estas  bien?” Great. Just great. The person you least wanted to see right now was the person you just happened to run into in the park. Your luck was simply amazing. You stayed silent, hoping the Spaniard would just go away.

“Chica?” Antonio moved your hair away from your face, noticing the slightly smudged makeup around your eyes.

“Why are you crying, Chica?” He looked at you with genuine concern.

“Doesn’t matter, Toni. What are you doing here?” You asked, wiping your eyes and putting on a fake smile. You made yourself look into those brilliant eyes, the ones you couldn’t help but to fall in love with, again.

“It’s my girlfriend. She… she… she yelled at me for planting my tomatoes instead of giving her a massage.” Antonio looked at the floor, his face falling into sadness.

But you only felt anger. Every time. Every time he had problems with a girlfriend of his, he came to you. And you, being a good friend, had to fix his relationship. You had to give him advice, support him. You had to give up your love every time he fought with one of them.

You thought you had made it clear to the Spaniard how you felt, but every time, you had to have your heart broken. Every time you thought you were finally over him, you fell for him again. Harder. It happened over and over. You tried not to, but you simply couldn’t.

But now you were done. You gave an entirely un-amused laugh. Antonio looked at you, a somewhat shocked expression on his face.

“Every time. Every damn time. You come to me, and I have to make it all better. Of course you don’t even see me. You just see some fairy that makes everything better for you.” You laughed again.

“(Name), I-“ You cut him off, standing up.

“No. I don’t want to hear this anymore. I don’t want to feel like… I’m done.” You turned, but before you could walk away, Antonio grabbed you wrist.

“Chica, I’m sorry. I won’t come to you anymore, if you don’t want me too.” He looked at you sadly, before turning and walking away.

You turned and ran. You didn’t stop until you reached your front door, your chest aching from the cold air. You unlocked our door and pushed your way in, slamming it behind you. You slid down the door, dissolving in tears.

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Antonio walked away from you. He couldn’t believe what had just happened. Had he really just lost you? How had he let you go just like that? He stopped, and turned around. He had to tell you how he felt about you, even though you had just blown up at him for no reason. But you were gone.

Antonio started walking again, needing to talk to someone. Before he knew it he was standing in front of his nearest friend’s house. He knocked on the door, and pushed his way into the house as soon as it was opened.

Francis shut the door, the look on his friend’s face enough to make him excuse the near-home invasion. Francis sat down across from Antonio, who had taken up residence on the couch.

“Mon ami! What’s wrong?” Antonio put his head in his hands.

“I-I broke up with (Random name for evil ex-gf) a few days ago, and I think I lost (Name).” He moved his hand through his hair, and then dragged them over his face.

“Tell me everyzing.” Francis leaned forward. He knew how much Antonio loved you, and how much you loved him.

“Whenever I have a fight or something with my girlfriend, I go to (Name) for advice.”

“Wait, you go to (Name), the woman you love, for advice on ‘ow to fix zee relationship you ‘ave with anozer woman?” Antonio nodded, and Francis looked at him incredulously.

“Go on.” Said Francis.

“Well, today I went to the park, and I saw (Name). She was crying. I asked her what was wrong, but she said “doesn’t matter” and then she asked me what I was doing out for a walk, and I started telling her about my fight with my ex, and then she blew up at me.” Francis looked at Antonio like he was an idiot.

“Did you go to complain to ‘er about your girlfriend recently? I mean, before zis?” Francis waited for Toni to make the connection, but he didn’t.

“Si, yesterday.” Antonio looked up at Francis, wondering where Francis was going with this.

“You are an idiot.” Francis stated matter-of-factly. Antonio looked quite affronted.

“Can’t you see? She loves you! And every time you go to complain to ‘er, you ‘urt ‘er!”

“What? She doesn’t love me! That’s why I dated those other girls, because she never showed any interest!” Antonio wanted desperately for it to be true, though. Francis perfectly executed what may have been the largest face palm in all of history.

“I repeat. You are an idiot. Do you not see ‘ow she acts around your girlfriends? Don’t you see the little flirty things she does?!” France couldn’t believe that Antonio hadn’t noticed how much you flirted with him.

“You really think so?” Francis could see a twinge of hope spark in Toni’s eyes.

“I know so! Mon Dieu! Go after ‘er!” Francis stood and yelled. Toni stood up as well, suddenly charged and ready to get you back.

And then Toni was out the door, running as fast as he could to your house.

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You sat on the couch, cuddling with a blanket and occasionally sniffling. You stared at the blank T.V. on the wall opposite you, not really thinking anything.

A loud knock on the door snapped you out of your reveries. Instantly there was a weight pressing against your chest again, your eyes tingling with unshed tears. You got up and shuffled to the door, peering through the peephole.

Standing outside was Antonio, looking a bit disheveled, and struggling to regain his breath. Your anger came back tenfold. You shouted your next words through the door.

“Go away.”

“(Name), please! Let me in! I need to talk to you!” You leaned against the door, crossing your arms. You decided you let him try to explain himself.

“So talk!” Your voice sounded cold and distant. There was a moment of silence before Antonio began speaking.

“(Name)! I’m so sorry! Te amo!”  You froze. You knew some Spanish, and definitely enough to know that those words meant ‘I love you’.

“Really? How would you girlfriend feel about that?” You didn’t think your heart could take any more hurt, and now you just wished he would go away.

“She’s not my girlfriend anymore, we broke up. I only dated those other women because I thought you weren’t interested. (Name), please! Give me a chance!” Toni’s voice was going hoarse from yelling through the door.

You were silent. You didn’t know if you could believe him, or even if you should let him in. Your mind was reeling, your breath catching in your throat. You were silent for so long that Antonio called your name to make sure you were still there.

“(Name)!”  You slowly moved away from the door and opened it, standing aside to let the Spaniard in.

Toni walked in, turned, and pressed you against the wall. He leaned down slightly and touched his lips to yours. You couldn’t believe this was happening. Your mind was swarming with thoughts and feelings. Toni pulled away and leaned his forehead against yours.

“(Name), mi amor, te amo con todo lo que soy.” (1) You smiled tentatively, and slid your arms around the man’s neck.

“I love you too, Toni.” With that you crashed your lips onto his, leaning into him. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer.

---Epilogue---

You giggled, watching Toni as he sang to his tomato plants. You tilted your head to the side, smiling widely. Toni seemed to sense you watching him, because he turned and motioned to you to come outside.

You stepped outside, warm, summer sun spilling onto your skin, and walked over to your boyfriend. He stood, wrapping an arm around your waist, and kissed your cheek. You smiled.

“(Name), I have a question for you.”

“Oh, really? Ask away!” You watched as he leaned down, picking up a tomato. He kneeled down, and then turned to face you, holding the tomato up.

“Will you, (F/n) (L/N), share all of my tomatoes with me, and be my wife?” There, around the small stem of the tomato, was the most beautiful engagement ring you had ever seen. You gasped, your hands flying up to your face.

“Yes! Yes!” you laughed, hugging him as he stood. He picked you up and twirled you around, joining you in laughter. He set you down, and slipped the ring onto your finger.

“Te amo, (Name).”

“I love you too, Toni.”