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(Y/n) swung his legs back and forth happily as he sipped quietly on his (fruit) juice and hummed (f/s) in his head, watching the Spaniard work in the fields, sweat glistening on his body. "Are you sure you don't need help, Spain?" The (nationality) man hushed-shouted to the European male.

"Si!" Spain said cheerily as he went back to picking his precious tomates. "Hm, alright..." (Country) trailed off as he went back to sipping on his juice. He looked up, occasionally catching glances of the sexy Spainard and gulped slightly. (Y/n) darted his eyes nervously around from his feet and to the Spaniard

Antonio caught his anxious behaviour and stopped working once again. "Is something wrong, amigo?" (Y/n) choked on his drink, "U-Um yeah, i-it's just really hot and, I-I'm gonna head inside...Hehe..." He chuckled nervously. The brunette puffed out his cheeks and put both hands on his hips, furrowing his eyebrows slightly.

But, Before Spain could do or say anything, (Country) got up and hurried inside, leaving the confused Spaniard behind. Spain sighed and dropped the basket full of tomatoes, following (Y/n) inside of his home. "(Country)?" He called out, looking around for his friend. He checked each room before actually finding him in their shared room.

Antonio sat down next to the covered lump under the blankets. "What is wrong amigo?" (Y/n) poked his head out from under the layered blankets that covered his shaking body, messing up his (h/c) hair in the process. "N-Nothing...It's just..." He groaned and stuffed his face into the nearest pillow.

(Country) finished his sentence in the fluffy mass, making all the words muffled. "Ah, sorry compadre but, I don't speak Pillow." Spain said sarcastically. "I said, "How do you see me compared to Romano?"." Antonio raised his eyebrows up, "What do you mean, (Y/n)?" Spain asked as he ran a hand through his friend's hair.

"I-It's j-just...You love Romano d-don't you?" (Y/n) choked slightly making Spain sigh slightly. He kissed the (Nationality) boy's cheeks and forehead, making his face a burning red. "Roma is like my brother, (Country). But, querido (darling), I see you as, well, more than a friend." The (nationality) boy smiled widely and wrapped his arms around Antonio. Spain chuckled and squeezed (Country) tightly, taking out most of his breathe in the process. "Te amo, (Y/n)." He whispered in the flustered country's reddened ear.

"I-I-I love you, Toni!" He hush-yelled as tears streamed from his eyes and down his red cheeks. "But, why are you comparing yourself to Romano?" (Y/n) chuckled nervously and scratched the back of his head. "Because Romano has got to see you this sexy before hasn't he?" Spain's face turned to a darkened red as he climbed off the bed and dragged (Y/n) outside with him. "Let's get sweaty together (Nickname)!"