Spain x Reader: Sneaking Out

To be honest, I kind of like sneaking out. It didn't start out that way, though. The first time I snuck out was at the beginning of summer, right after I told my brother (England, if you weren't paying attention) about Antonio. Being intensely overprotective - I really hate that - England expressly forbid me from seeing him. Having both a temper and stubbornness to rival a mule's, I planned to see Spain that very evening. Without my brother knowing, of course. I was so paranoid on my first night out that I ended up going home after just half an hour, for fear of being caught. But now I love the thrill of it; I feel almost like a spy.

"Querida, you made it!" I grin at the sound of Spain's voice. He's sitting in front of the small cafe, just like usual. I take a second to catch my breath before responding.

"Hey, Toni. What's up?"

"You snuck out again, didn't you [Name]? You did."

I sigh. Here we go again. Antonio, despite how brash he usually is, has never liked my spy missions. "What did you expect, querido? I have to. You know as well as I do that England's not going to back off. This is the best it's gonna get."

"It shouldn't have to be."

"I know it shouldn't. Listen, Toni, can we talk about this later?" The Spaniard nods. I shiver. The cool autumn air slices through the fabric of my T-shirt. Pity I didn't think to bring a jacket.

"You're cold, aren't you? Come on. Let's warm up." Suddenly back to his typical carefree self, Antonio takes my hand and pulls me with him into the cafe. "I've got a hot chocolate with your name on it."

He may not like it that I sneak out, but he sure doesn't seem to mind having me here.

A/N: To be continued...?