#antonio fernandez carriedo x reader

[appleandsnow]

He tries to be quiet as he shuts and locks the door with his one free hand; the other was holding a huge bouquet.

You'd gotten ill recently and had taken to spending most of your time in bed.

You'd gotten ill like this before so he's not too worried as he goes about buying groceries and flowers. He was sure he'd find you sleeping and he did.

He laid all the groceries away and arranged the bouquet in a vase in the kitchen and got ready to climb back into bed with you.

He'd been careful and quiet as he'd climbed into bed and snaked his arm around your waist but you stirred and turned towards him anyway.

"Toni?"

Would he allow anyone to be this close to you?

"Yes, my love"

"Did you head out?"

"I did. I bought us a big bouquet to spruce up the kitchen and I'll be making us food later"

You mumbled something he didn't catch and snuggled closer to him.

He held you closer and kissed your forehead as you slipped back into sleep

[darkwaltz-blog]

hey! do you think you could do some Yandere Spain smut hcs please? ❤️

YANDERE! SPAIN SMUT HEADCANONS.

Warning. +18 content; non-consensual relationships; mentions of abuse; manipulation.

Antonio Fernández Carriedo [Spain]

— COURTSHIP PROCESS:

Antonio is just an obsessive guy who would do anything for his S/O; His main goal is to please her and do everything in his power to fulfill her every whim. This is probably why he caught the attention of his beloved, perhaps she thought that Antonio's behavior was like that of any other person in love who seeks to attract attention and be kind (without having any idea that this simple "infatuation" was not typical of a sane person).

Antonio can be smarter than he appears, from the beginning he does a thorough search for the type of things that are stimulating for his partner and, from there, he will create dream scenarios for his S/O. He doesn't really mind impersonating someone else to get his partner's attention.

Antonio is aware of how conventionally attractive he is, so he would start wearing clothes that show off his physical attributes. It would be a new habit for him to wear tight pants that show off his shapely buttocks, wear shirts that reveal part of his chest and arm muscles, and then sneak up on his S/O so she can get a better look at his body.

In the end, if none of this works out, and his partner doesn't willingly reach out to him, he's bound to do nastier things. In reality, Antonio is a double face and he knows very well how to get rid of the bad things he does and never suffer the consequences. He wouldn't feel guilty about getting his S/O drunk and waking up the next day pretending to be a victim with excuses like: “I was drunk too, you know me very well, I would never dare to harm in any way”.

he already did something wrong once and nothing happened to him, so he can keep doing it. After all, he is a good and innocent guy in everyone's eyes, no one would ever suspect that he is capable of cruel acts.

— GENERAL TAGS:

In case S/O falls for Antonio's charms at first, he will still wear his good boy mask, and his beloved will probably never find out about the terrible things the boy is capable of just having her.

S/O can have Antonio at her feet if she wants it that way. This guy kisses the floor where his beloved walks, he is completely hers, and she can do whatever she wants with him. Submissive or dominant, that doesn't matter! He can be what his beloved wants him to be.

Antonio is terribly ruthless when he wants to be. He could not have his beloved in a good way, so he will have her in a bad way.

[lilac-amethyst-skies]

Could I request Spain with a plus size reader and/or who wears glasses? Thank you so so much not many people write for Hetalia anymore!

Spain x Plus-Sized!Reader Headcanons

Antonio’s kindness set something alight in you, in a way that no one ever had before.

His tenderness is found traced with the touch of his fingertips, and the intentionality of the care he has for you nearly brings you to your knees.

Words fall from his lips, something akin to worship to make your consciousness spiral and to drown in the way Antonio invades every one of your senses.

Not only in touch, but also in service, Antonio always seemed to be there.

He tried his best to ensure you feel cherished and to be proactive in making you feel joyful—you shouldn’t have to ask to feel loved, appreciated, to feel as though you were his world and that only he revolved around you.

Of course, these were all quite poetic thoughts in his head. Antonio recognized that life got in the way.

And sometimes it was the doubt in yourself that brought its challenges.

On those days, Antonio did his utmost best.

He would really take his time in whatever way you needed him most.

The touch of hands would ghost over your skin and would travel as far as you would let them.

And if the moment would allow, you might even find Antonio becoming more ornery, relentlessly tickling you until you are nearly out of breath.

His lips would press against your ear and speak the sweetest things over and over and over.

He tells you how much he loves your passions, how he loves every single physicality of you from the shape of your body, the feeling of your lips—all the way to the smaller details such as the way your glasses frame your face or the way you laugh.

On other days he took you away. Sometimes a place in the countryside to feel the sun. Or maybe a place in the city—a new bookstore you haven’t been to or a coffee shop.

With jovial eyes and heart Antonio always made the effort for you to see how much you meant to him—how perfect you were for him in every single way.

He just can’t keep his eyes off of you.

a/n: thank you for the request!! <3 definitely true not many write for hetalia much anymore. hetalia always seems to drag me back down into its craziness even after years have passed lmao

[fandom-freak-123]

High school Sweethearts - Part 1 (Aph France x Male Country!Reader)

TW: there will be other languages, but I use google translate so the translations probably won't be perfect, but they will be at the end. Oh btw, You're Spain's brother in this, if you know Hetalia you will know that means you are also related to North and South Italy that's all, Bye!

———————————————————————

Key:

Frances Thoughts

Your Thoughts

___ = Your Name

N/N = Nickname

C/N = Country Name

Francis Bonnefoy = France

Gilbert Beilschmidt = Prussia

Gil = Prussia's Nickname

Gilbird = Gilbert's Pet Bird

Antonio Fernandez Carriedo = Spain

Toni/Tonio = Spain's Nickname

Feliciano Vargas = North Italy

Feli = North Italy's Nickname

Lovino/Romano Vargas = South Italy

Roma = North Italy's Nickname

Ludwig Beilschmidt = Germany

West = Prussia's Nickname for Germany

Roderich Edelstein = Austria

———————————————————————

France POV:

‘That’s odd. . . ___ should be here by now. . . I know he hates school, and most of the time he skips classes- but he always shows up nonetheless. . . so where is he? Maybe he's just late or sick-‘

“Hallo! Earth to flirt? Are you there?” Gil interrupted waving his hand in front of my face pulling me from my thoughts “uh- Oui? Sorry I must've gotten lost in thought” I smiled in response as Toni began to speak

“Mhm, sure anyway have you seen N/N?” My smile dropped as I looked at him ��You haven't seen him either?” 'Toni looks so worried. . . God I hate seeing him like this' “No?. . . Not since last night-” ‘I can hear the fear in his voice. . . poor Tonio’ I looked at Gil he had this odd look on his face, it was like a mix of fear, worry and realisation.

“Hold on- didn't you say you could hear him and Lovino fighting last night?” My face dropped as I looked at Spain, he had the same look on his face as Gil now ‘. . .this isn't good'

———————————————————————

Your POV

“What happened to you three?” I asked walking over to the chaos trio

“___! Me asustaste! No vuelvas a desaparecer así de mí otra vez!” Spain yelled hugging me “We were all so worried! Even Gilbird!” Prussia explained as Gilbird flew over sitting on my head “uh- yeah I can tell-“

‘what in all 50 shades of fuck did miss???' “You seem confused Cher” Francis pointed out with a sigh as Spain let go of me stepping back “Well I don't exactly know what's happening-“ I responded looking at them all “well- you were later than normal, and no-one had seen you since your fight with Lovino”

Spain explained as I stared at him with pure confusion “. . . Moving on! Where did you go?”

“My bed, because I slept in” I deadpanned “I told you you should-“ Thankfully Spain was cut off by the bell ‘Thank you god for saving me from being lectured by my big brother' “Any of you have science first?” France could barely finish his sentence before Prussia responded “Hah! As if!”

Spain chuckled “I almost feel sorry for you. Anyway! Have fun, me and N/N have English, so we'll see you at break” Spain stated practically pulling me away “lucky bitch” “Bis später~” They responded walking away as Spain turned to me

“So as I was saying” ‘Please don't lecture me- Please don't lecture me- Please don't lecture me' “You really should set an alarm-“

“My body is my alarm, anyway, Isn't Germany in this class with us?” I asked changing the topic “Uhh Yeah I think so. . . and his brother- the Uhh piano guy” Spain laughed “You mean Roderich?” "I think that's his name”

We continued walking while talking about the youngest two German brothers “To be honest, I think Roderich is intimidating” I went to respond but someone beat me to it “My apologies” We both turned around to see a familiar face “I don't mean to be intimidating” I turned back around rushing to class, leaving my brother to deal with that issue on his own.

-Timeskip bought to you by Italians falling out of trees™���-

I sat down in my seat hearing a voice beside me “I hope you didn't miss me too much~” I looked sideways recognizing the accent “You were gone for an hour. I'm not that desperate” I responded rolling my eyes “yet you message me saying the opposite” France joked “Oi Frog! stop teasing him” I looked over at England “Why thank you kind sir” “But of course” He responded with a smirk.

I looked forwards seeing the teacher walk into the room ‘Welp this is it, hell has officially started'

———————————————————————

After Class / Third Person POV

“Ughh thank god it's finally over” “English is a confusing language” you nodded in agreement with your brother “I'm sure it's not half as confusing as Spanish” you heard England argue from behind you “Not for us!”

“Toni- in his defense we have no right to say that just like he has no right to say English is easier because it's our first language, it would be easier to us just like English is easier to him” England let out a small hum “I suppose you're right” you gave him a smug smile “Obviously I'm right when aren't I?”

Toni chuckled “Oh shut it” England responded rolling his eyes “Be nice black sheep” you heard a familiar French accent say “welp I'm out” Toni stated walking away “I'm going with you” England scoffed following Toni up the stairs towards the Maths rooms “I guess it's just me and you Frenchie” you sighed " . . why must you call me that?” Francis responded “Because I like Greece” you laughed “Fair enough. . . Uhm Cher I have to ask you something" “wassup?” you asked almost immediately “Umm well I wanted to ask if you could meet me at the gates after school” He said looking away

“So just the normal?” “Sort of- I mean just the two of us” He answered looking at me “Ok sounds easy enough” you shrugged still not turning to look at him “So- you have Geography next right?” He asked looking forward “Nope you know we only have one lesson together on Wednesday's” you responded looking at him with a smile

“Oui and what a sad thing that is” you rolled your eyes “Just go to class Frenchie I'II see you after school” “Huh? but what about lunch?” he asked “Lunchtime Isolation and before

you ask the isolation is for cussing a teacher out to her face in Spanish” France looked at you confused “How did you get in trouble for that?” “She was my Spanish teacher”

He chuckled “you really don't know how to stay out of trouble do you?” Gaining a laugh from you “Nope but that's why I bring extra clothes with me every day” He looked at you with pure confusion “I get changed in the bathrooms then I go walk around town for classes I know I’ll get in trouble in or can't be bothered to go to that's why I got detention

yesterday” “Oh- that's actually a decent reason to carry extra clothes” you let out a hum in agreement “they don't normally care as long as I go to at least one lesson and do my detentions and iso's” you laughed “Anyway I'II see you around” he nodded walking into his class as you headed off to go get changed.

That's all for part 1 because I have a love hate relationship with cliff hangers so here also, I will do the requests before a part 2 and as you can tell it takes me ages to write these so have fun waiting.

Translations:

Me asustaste! No vuelvas a desaparecer así de mí otra vez! = You scared me! Don't you ever disappear like that on me again!

Cher = Dear

bis später = See ya later

Oui = Yes

[imaginethebeautifulworld]

spain and snapdragons for the flower prompt pretty please?

[Hello, Lovely! Wanted to thank you for your patience, and give you fair warning that this piece ended up longer than anticipated. Hope you enjoy~]

Snapdragons: Deception

It was hardly a secret that Antonio possessed a wicked temper.

But he was so very, very skilled at hiding his anger that any reminder of its existence always took you by surprise.

It only revealed itself in rare moments, but never for you, never at you.

He scared you in those moments, the docile, carefree visage parting to reveal someone so callous and cruel-

He regretted each and every time you were exposed to even an nth of his rage, his shoulders collapsing after the sudden, sharp tension.

He would appease you with a placating smile and a soft, sweet, solemn apology pressed to your skin.

It was rare for him to ever allow himself to show his anger, always trying to be patient, always waiting for clarification before ever letting his control slip in the slightest.

So now, seeing the small, scarcely concealed flicker of rage-

Neither of you were particularly fond of your current houseguests, Toni's carefully crafted calm cracking under the constant battle to conceal his simmering fury.

You caught only wisps of it, sensing a sharpness to his words, a stinging hint of venom in each seemingly fond laugh. With a little more focus, you noticed the furrows forming between his brows when the others were looking elsewhere, the deepening scowl revealing itself with each insensitive word they spoke.

At one point, you were certain you had seen a concerning flash of his teeth, every centimeter of his posture revealing a predator preparing to strike.

Swiftly, you grabbed his hand beneath the table, wary of how his other was bending the heirloom cutlery. He was trembling in your grasp, your thumb tracing firm, steady circles in an effort to calm him.

For a moment, the full force of his fury was directed towards you, familiar idocrase irises narrowed to slits.

Your heart fluttered in trepidation, but knowing he would never hurt you, you summoned the courage to squeeze his hand yet again, casting a pointed look in the direction of your guests (loathe as you were to think of them as such), a frown of your own contorting your features.

His eyes flickered in the direction you had indicated, his tension and his dark aura rising once more as he turned his attention back towards you, no longer making an effort to mask his ire.

There was an exchange of expressions, a whole conversation shared without a single sound. You offered a firm, solitary shake of your head, trying to summon as disproving a glare as you could muster, one which faded away quickly into a silent, desperate plea.

A familiar flicker of surprise and a smattering of apologetic fondness revealed itself in a minute relaxation of the tension around his eyes.

He shot a final frown- more of a ferocious sneer- towards your dining companions, all of whom remained oblivious to the agitations of their hosts.

Finally, auspiciously, his head dipped, a single nod of assent, allied with a soft squeeze of your fingers.

Your relief grew exponentially as he stood, a deceptively kind smile on his face as he excused himself, offering some excuse of snapdragons that needed watered, and misplaced gardening tools that needed to be put away- They were fooled easily enough.

Despite the tenderness of the kiss he pressed to your cheek and the lingering brush of his fingers across your shoulders, his anger was still clear to you in the crisp, precise rhythm of his footsteps, the sharp angle of his shoulders. You silently worried for him, further alarmed by the extra care he placed in closing the door behind him.

An ineffable loathing flickered in your veins, a harsh hatred for the individuals still seated at your table.

It was your turn to don the mask, feigning carefree hospitality with an ease that sickened you. You offered apologies on Tonio's behalf for the sudden departure, sliding into false pleasantries and kindness until they were finally ready to retire for the evening.

You took your time in filling the dishwasher, lingering quietly in the kitchen until you were certain they had all sequestered themselves to their respective chambers, the house finally quiet for the night.

Content that you were finally free from social obligation, you slipped outside, concern for your partner once more coursing through you; your only mission was to find the, hopefully, calmr Spaniard and coax him to join you in bed.

You found him on the crest of what, come summertime, would be golden wheat fields.

The damp earth cushioned your every footfall, aiding in your efforts to still offer him some space, still uncertain of his emotional state.

But soon enough his head was turning to face you, a soft, loving smile shining bright in the moonlight; you couldn't repress your own answering smile, finishing the ascent to his side.

He was lounging on the ground, fingers interlocked beneath his head, left ankle casually crossed over the right. You were near enough now to see the fatigue in olive irises, the overcast dimming his normally sunny disposition.

For a moment, you remained like that- he reclined on the ground, tousled tresses shifting in the warm breeze, and you, standing, silhouetted by the silvery moonlight, arms folded in the murky remnants of prior aggravation.

"You missed dessert."

There was a small wince, his focus once more returning to the skies. "Sorry. Didn't mean to."

At another time, in any other circumstance, you would have dismissed his brusque apology as simply that, but you had known him too long; you saw right through him. There was nothing in his tone or expression that convinced you of any sincerity, and it confirmed to you immediately that he was still angry.

Sighing in defeat, his name shaping itself in an exhausted exhalation, you collapsed next to him on the ground, your arms spreading wide and eyes slipping shut. "They're only here for three more days."

You could feel Toni's gaze, could practically taste the scepticism lacing his words. "Are you tryin' to reassure me or you here?"

The doubtful tone made you laugh, a single, painful barking sound that quite nearly ended as a sob, your fists firmly pressing against your closed eyelids. "God, I don't fucking know."

This was the first time in nearly a week where others couldn't eavesdrop on you, and all of your frustrations- a perfect parallel to your lover's- finally fell free, a broken cry of rage carrying on the westward winds.

As your frustrations slipped away on the breeze, the familiar pressure of a finger poking into your side had you opening your eyes, pulse fluttering upon seeing Antonio carefully balanced above you, framed by the endless starfield.

The sight itself, while breathtaking, had not been the source of your surprise, but rather the traces of worry in his gaze, the frantic sweep of his eyes as they studied your own.

Your name passed his lips in a nearly silent, broken sound, eyes narrowing in confusion. "Why didn't you say something sooner?"

You considered playing at passivity, but he could sense your hesitation. He shifted once more, his legs now pinning your own, bracing himself on the hands now stationed on either side of your head.

"Churri?" His voice had lowered to scarcely a whisper, a gentle pensiveness that tugged at your heartstrings.

You allowed yourself to meet his gaze, almost drowning in the concern written all across his features.

Releasing a soft sigh, your lips caught somewhere between a loving smile and a fractured grimace. "I'm okay, Tonio. I can handle a couple imbeciles, especially when they work for your Boss."

Your lighthearted tone faded away at the sudden lack of expression, his face a perfect mask of stoicism.

"Toni?"

There was a tension in the sharp inhale, irritation clear as he closed his eyes for a few seconds, his gaze near scorching when he once more studied your features. "Te amo más que a mi vida," he trailed off, hanging his head to scoff. "But sometimes, you really are an idiot."

It took you a moment to process his shifting cues, annoyance finally summoned when you noticed his bemusement. "Excuse me?"

An oh-so-familiar and oh-so-annoying grin flickered to life across his features, a breathtaking revelation of mischief that was gone again in the next second, expression serious once more. "You are the most important person to me. My Boss could go hang for all I care."

"Antonio! You shouldn't-"

"What? Lie?" His eyes narrowed, focused on you intently. "Why would I?"

The uncharacteristic solemnity was making you uneasy, discomfort amplified as he lowered closer to you, hovering only centimeters above you.

You found yourself averting your gaze, trepidation coursing through your veins with every passing breath.

"Churri."

You bit your lip, doing your best to continue avoiding him. But he only lowered himself further, your name tumbling from his lips as a soft whisper, caressing the sensitive skin of your cheeks, the demand that you give him your attention too compelling to ignore.

For a moment, you lost all train of thought, drowning in the intensity of his gaze. He hovered just over you, that firm, certain expression silencing any rebuttal you still had left.

Seeming aware of your vulnerability, he spoke once more, an intimate hum drifting between the two of you. "I could get rid of them right now if you want. Just say the word."

You didn't dare ask for clarification for his words; you knew exactly what he meant.

And for one horrifying moment, you considered it, let yourself imagine the retribution he could bestow.

Just as quickly, you dismissed it, offering a small laugh and pretending you were oblivious to the true meaning of his offer. "And risk having your Boss come by asking what you did to traumatize his staff so badly? No gracias, mi Sol."

He studied you for another moment, trying to detect any hints of a lie. Finally, he shrugged, his familiar dopey grin making a reappearance. "Okay. But the offer still stands!"

You failed to restrain your own smile as Antonio flopped back to the ground beside you, an exhausted groan escaping him after he settled.

"I'm not sure how much more bullshit I can take, mi Alma."

You found his hand with your own, gently drawing your thumb against the muddied skin. You worried at first that it wasn't enough, but a firm squeeze assured you that he appreciated the gesture, as small a comfort as it was.

"Three days..."

His words tugged at your attention, focus sweeping over his profile, noting the, yet again, furrowed brow, the tangible despondence haunting his frame.

Frowning, you tugged his hand to your chest, resting it just over your heart. "We can do this."

Dark eyes were soon meeting your own, fatigued and so doubtful. "You really think that?"

You didn't have the heart to tell him of your own doubts, of just how much you dreaded playing at the deception for a moment longer- your false smiles and fake cheer were starting to wear thin.

You needn't bother anyway; the plaintive look on his face proved just how easily was reading your thoughts.

Instead of succumbing to your own bitterness, you offered another firm squeeze of his hand and a confident smile that almost felt truthful. "I do." You paused for a moment, your sincerity suddenly unencumbered. "I have faith in us."

Your words were enough to ignite that familiar spark in his eyes, a resilient determination in his smile. "Together?"

"Together."

[whereisnardo]

kinky-talia

Gilbert likes thigh high socks. He likes normal lingerie, but he really has a thing for the... casual slut look. So he likes super cropped sweatshirts, thigh high socks, and cheeky panties. He also likes fishnet stockings.

He likes half-clothed sex. Idk why, he just likes articles of clothing that you can push up and out of the way (i.e skirts) or move to the side. All the clothes eventually come off, he isn't one for quickies and they kinda start to get in the way.

He likes being the one in control, and often as a figure of authority. He likes being called: Master, Sir, and Daddy. Whichever floats your boat.

Has a large collection of riding crops, paddles, and whips. Will let you choose which one you want to be spanked with.

He says the soft, mushy things in German (if you don't speak it). It feels good to get it out, but also waaaaay less embarrassing than actually having to you know... say it. If you ever say I love you during sex, he nuts. Immediately.

Romano is a very passionate partner. You think it would calm down after he gets into the swing of a relationship, but it doesn't.

Can seemingly go forever, he just needs like... 10 minutes to recooperate after each round and then he's good to go.

Don't say bada-bing bada-boom in the bedroom at all. Because bada-bing bada-boom he's no longer in the mood.

He likes to play house, he wants to see how many surfaces, walls, and pieces of furniture he can fuck you on

He says all kinds of things in Italian, whether you speak it or not. If you ask what he's saying, he'll tell you. He isn't ashamed, it just comes more naturally in Italian. And he thinks it sounds better.

Tony likes role-play outfits, but he isn't very good at staying in character. He likes the innocent looking ones best, like a bunny or kitty.

Has a corruption kink. He likes helping you explore all of your naughtiest kinks and fantasises, and then wants to introduce you to naughtier ones

He will spank you. He spanks a bratty sub for punishment. But he's not a total dom. He's a switch and is happy in either the role of dom or sub. If he's subbing he fully expects to get spanked if he's being difficult.

Call him papi

[buttmano]

Spain, picnic under the stars please? Have a blessed day/night 💞💞

Characters: Spain//Antonio Fernandez-Carriedo, GN!Reader

Tags: fluff, date night, dark/nighttime

Antonio has a sleep schedule that's....unpredictable

So on nights he happens to be awake at night he'd love to go stargazing with you!!

And adding food into the mix is just common sense

And it's not just the act of laying on a blanket under the stars with you

It's making food at an unusual hour, when it's already dark out, pretending like it's still dinner time

The fake kitchen lights illuminating the room as you two cook and dance and laugh together

The whole act of packing up the food and trekking outside to lay out your specially bought, thick blanket just for this occasion

......And one of you having to jog back inside to grab the bug spray

Turning too many lights on would take away from the stars, so there's a dim little lantern allowing you to generally see what you're eating

Antonio asks you questions about your day, what you want to do tomorrow and the usual, "ah! look! that cloud looks like a unicorn riding a shark!"

Chances are he falls asleep on the soft blanket and it's completely up to you on whether you want to wake him up and go inside, or just give in and curl up next to him

[writingandmore]

Hellooo! May I request how APH America, Spain, England, and Denmark react if they overhear their s/o speaking in an entirely different language to their friends from their home country over the phone?

Thank you in advance :DDD

Alfred

- He'd be pretty impressed if he didn't know his s/o spoke multiple languages! He's always wanted to learn more than one language, but he often has trouble staying focused long enough to do so, so he may ask them to try and give him some tips since they would probably have more experience!

Antonio

- He has many friends from several different countries that have languages that differ from his own, so he also knows several languages. He'd still find it impressive that his s/o also knows more than one, since he knows how difficult it can be to try and learn languages other than what your native one is.

Arthur

- He wouldn't be angry or anything of that sort if he heard his s/o, but he would be pretty confused if they never told him they could speak more than one language. As someone who's really into learning new things about a variety of different subjects, he'd want to learn more about the language his partner knows, so he might feel a bit hurt about not being told (once pointing out that that's a bit ridiculous though, he'll settle down).

Mathais

- Also would be pretty impressed! Since he's so close to the others who live in the Nordic region, he also speaks several other languages. Some of them are extremley difficult to learn for those who aren't native, so he has quite a knack for picking up phrases and things from languages he only hears from time to time.

[slut4russia]

Hello there! Can I ask for headcannons for Spain/America/Romano with a reserved male friend and they are asked to help him babysit. When they gets to male friends home they see him and child having fun (friend finds it easier to be around children than people their own age), and they fall for him. Have a great day!

heheh this rq is precious 🤍🤍🤍

Antonio Fernández Carriedo (Spain)

so toni is def excited about this!

he loves being around kids and hanging out with his friends so i mean !! win-win

he really wants kids bro

when he sees his friend is so good with kids, he feels a warmth in his chest

and then he realizes oh wait- maybe he IS in love

he never sees this side of his friend, or not often, and seeing him this happy makes Toni’s heart melt 🥺🥺

he will prob confess that night! he feels it’s the perfect time to 💕

Alfred F. Jones (America)

okay so nobody can fight me on this bc we all know alfred is a RAGING bisexual

periodt it’s not up for discussion

Alfred isn’t too thrilled ab babysitting tho

he doesn’t mind kids but his idea of fun is too rowdy to have kids around

but when he sees his friend being so gentle and caring with the child, his heart melts

he realizes how gentle and caring his friend is, and alfred realizes he wants to be loved like that

throughout the night Alfred realizes more and more that he undoubtedly has feelings for him

Lovino Vargas (South Italy)

i’m just gonna go out here and say it

i have this gut feeling that Lovino hates children

he can’t stand the crying, the shitting, the screaming, the just annoying things kids do, how nasty they are

he reluctantly agrees to help babysit, but only because he has feelings for his friend and wants to see him

on the way there he’s silently praying that the child is asleep so he can spend time with his friend

when he gets there tho, he sees his friend being so gentle and sweet

he’s never really seen his friend look this happy, and he realizes he wants that all the time

he ultimately thinks hey maybe this isn’t so bad!

[aphimagining]

How would the btt + hungary and turkey react to finding their S/Os sketchbook that they’re shy about and seeing it has lots of great drawings of their friends and lots of them?

France/Francis Bonnefoy

Francis is immediately supportive, and also very flattered at all of the lovely pictures you’ve drawn of him. He’s very detail-oriented and will point out all of the best details of your drawings. As long as you didn’t mind, he’d really like to show your friends the drawings you’ve done of them. He’s so proud and amazed at your skill, and wants to show everyone! Definitely going to offer to pose for you sometime. 

Prussia/Gilbert Beilschmidt 

Gil is going to be very impressed, maybe overly so. He’s awful at drawing, so he’ll definitely be amazed by your talent. I think he’d really enjoy watching your process when it comes to drawing. He’ll often times send you really good pictures of him “in case you feel the need to draw his awesome self”. Like Francis, he’s going to be very proud and will want to show/tell everyone how amazing you are at drawing as long as you let him.

Spain/Antonio Fernandez Carriedo

Also one to be very supportive and impressed. I think, like Gilbert, he’d love to watch your process. He’d love to lay by your side and just watch you work. I think he’d particularly love your drawings of him. It’s very romantic to him. He wouldn’t go out of his way to tell anyone, not because he’s not proud, but he figures that if you wanted to tell people you would. He’d also be happy to pose for you, but if it’s a very comfortable pose, beware, he might just go to sleep. 

Turkey/Sadik Adnan

SUPPPERRRR proud. He compliments you left and right and tells quite literally anyone that will listen. Sadik is a dork and will go so far as to draw little (very messy) doodles of you with sweet notes on them. He knows they aren’t very good, but they’re funny and sweet and it’s his way of showing how much he adores the fact that you draw him. I don’t think he’s the type to be able to sit still long enough to pose for you but would gladly send you hot pictures of him (usually shirtless) that you could draw. 

Hungary/Elizabeta Hedervary 

She gets very flustered upon finding the pictures you’ve drawn of her. She’s very impressed and flattered, and compliments you endlessly. Like Francis, she focuses on the details of your drawings. I don’t think she’d go off and tell everyone about it unless you wanted her to. As far as posing goes, I also see her as somewhat of a busy body. She’d have a hard time sitting still, but if you really wanted her to she’d try her best to be still and let you work your magic. 

-Admin K. 

[telltalia]

Spain Christmas drabble~

Wow, it’s officially Christmas where I am! Time to go to bed, lmao

“Toni pleeeease.” 

There were a bunch of things that would keep a person from getting up. FOr example: a cat laying on your chest that you don’t want to disturb by getting up; a literal pillar that just fell on top of you and trapped you in your bed; and, finally Antonio’s arms. He was a gentle person, but when it came to keeping you in bed with him, he was relentless. Sure, you understood that sleep was important and sometimes you’d rather stay in bed than get up, but today was Christmas!

“Toniiiiii! Come on, it’s noon and those presents aren’t going to open themselves!”

“Ahh, presents, chica?” 

“Yeah, it’s Christmas.” 

“They can wait...”

Okay, but I can’t!” You wiggled, trying to pry yourself out of his arms. But alas, he held tight. 

“Just be patient. A few more minutes.”

“I’ve been waiting for hours.” He just sighed in response and pulled you tighter against him. “Alright, what can I do to convince you to let me go?” 

“Hmmm, give me a kiss.” Without hesitation, you locked lips with him, and he kissed back lazily and slowly, not seeming to care about the freaking morning breath and everything. His grip on you loosened, and you pulled away before he could catch you again, running out to the presents. “Chiccccaaa. Come back.”

“I’m not waiting for you!”

[appleandsnow]

Betrayal

Antonio thinks too much.

So when you call him to zip up your dress, he has had the time to go through an entire loop of thought.

He mainly thinks about you, time, betrayals, sometimes himself. Mostly, he thinks of the cruelty of being tied to you.

In a sense, time was the most beautiful courtesan of all. Always inescapable, perfectly content to twirl in his arms and mark him with kisses but just as perfectly reluctant to acknowledge credit.

Just like you.

Perfectly content to have him pine for you but just as reluctant to do the same.

Perhaps it was madness.

Perhaps it was foolishness but would you pine for him? As he did for you?

Would you stay with him? As he did for you?

In gifting you his heart, was he actually stomping on it?

Unwittingly though he'd fallen, had he fallen to break?

It was a betrayal on your part that you no longer knew enough to answer him, soothe him, comfort him, spoil him and tell him that you only belonged to each other in all your lives but it was just another thing that had marked him with no traces to be credited for.

"You look beautiful" he hums the tune playing outside into your hair, kissing it occasionally as you take the time to admire you and Antonio in the mirror.

You were beautiful to him. As you were in every life.

He was yours. As he was in every life.

You were his only courtesan. As you were in every life.

He kept his end of the promise. As he did in every life.

And it was a promise well kept. As it was in every life.

[kallulovesu]

Yandere Pirate Spain x mermaid reader headcannons! Just a little background, the reader is very interested in humans and watches them from afar, when suddenly they are captured in a net and brought onto Captain Antonio Fernandez Carriedo' ship. Thanks in advance!

(A/N:) more Spain!!! :D

Oh? What did he have here?

Staring. Large, curious green eyes were staring at their latest capture with shock, wonder, awe and just— so many more emotions that he wasn’t able to express all at once! It almost felt like he was entranced; the loudness of the cheering crew slowly going unheard of while his tan hand unconsciously inched closer and closer towards the creature before him, a warm, fuzzy feeling growing in his chest while doing so.

It was beautiful. You were beautiful.

A smile grew upon his lips the moment his fingers touched your cheeks, wiping the salty tears away while admiring just how enticing you were from up close.

It seemed like life on this ship was about to become much more exciting.

Meeting you was like love at first sight. There was just something about you that pulled him right in from the moment he first laid his eyes upon you— something that told him you were the missing piece in his life that he had searched for all this time. Antonio swore that it was fate working in his favor! Leading you to his ship so he could finally have you after looking for so long, and now finally being able to hold you in his arms.

While he really does want to keep you as close as possible to him... Antonio will keep you in a nice little tank that has been hidden in one of the ship’s abandoned rooms, locking you away from the prying eyes of potential enemies while ensuring you were safe in the little haven that he has created just for you. Nobody except for himself were allowed to enter— not when someone could take you away from him. Who knew what these men would do to you, mermaid scales were extremely valuable in these times so he feared that a traitor might end up using you to their advantage. there’s also the fact that he feels...rather unpleasant at the idea of you interacting with anyone other than himself.

Of course, you were rather rough towards him at first; moping around and refusing to talk to him no matter what he tried. It made him a bit upset at first, but then he concluded that you must’ve been one of the shyer types. You had most likely never been around a human, pirates no less, so this type of behavior should’ve been expected! He often makes these types of assumptions whenever he sees his darling in a bad mood, not fully comprehending...or wanting to accept that he was the cause of it. Antonio has given you nothing but love and affection— he hasn’t done anything to upset you, has he? So there was no reason for his darling to be mad at him, right?

Oh, did I also forget to mention that he didn’t see anything wrong in his actions? The two of you were basically soulmates in his eyes, so there must’ve been nothing wrong in doing what he did, even if it required taking your freedom away.

You’ll be fully dependent on him during your stay, no matter just how much you could’ve hated him. He was the only one that would keep you company in that room, passing by everyday to drop off some food or make some small talk. Oh, but his favorite moments with you were when he got to tell you stories of his adventures and various tales from all around the world! He loved to see just how eager you were to know more— and the way your eyes always seemed to sparkle in excitement was just so adorable to him!

Guilt tripping...this man is unintentionally good at guilt tripping you, or so it seems. He’ll know how to make you feel bad for him whenever you refuse things from him, often with his puppy dog eyes that are just so hard to resist!

Antonio will never lay a hand on you while being in a good state of mind, though there were some times where he’d get a bit rough; perhaps he just so happened to drink a little too much for him to handle, or maybe he had lost a hefty amount of his fortunes due to an unfair bet. He’ll be a bit more snappy than usual, and will often end up breaking things if he really were that angry. But scaring you would never be his intention! So he’ll always apologize afterwards.

He’s a very clingy guy when it comes to you, and he always finds himself being disappointed that you always have to stay in that tank of yours...so it’s only natural for him to start thinking of a way to give you legs. Antonio could cuddle you close whenever he’d want to, and he’ll be able to take you all over the world without the risk of anything bad happening! It would be perfect! Or was it? He’d gotten used to you being in that room, and he can’t help but worry about what would happen once you were able to go out into the world once again. Maybe you’ll attempt to run away or— there was also a chance of you seeing someone else behind his back, and he just wouldn’t be able to handle something like that happening.

And he’d miss your tail. It was so mesmerizing and...he just couldn’t see you without it.

Keeping everything in mind, I wouldn’t be surprised if his darling were to develop Stockholm syndrome at the end of it all. Generally speaking; he was a good lover, and often tolerated your behavior no matter just how harsh you might’ve been. He was also patient, sweet and— it was hard not to fall for him at one point.

He’ll be ecstatic to hear this, and do expect an extremely happy Spaniard in your room once you were to confess to him. So we probably get a happy ending!! Hooray!!!!

[imaginethebeautifulworld]

mm how about the characters of hetalia (Portugal England Spain Roman Canada America Kiku) he proposed to his girlfriend but she is rejected because she no longer loves him

Hello, lovely~ I see we have a fan of angst in this house.

I'm afraid I'll have to divide this one up a little, as unfortunately the bits I've written are all a bit longer than I was anticipating.

Hope you enjoy!

America

Alfred's smile slowly slides away, even as he continues to kneel before you, your hands still gently clasped between his own. Surely he misheard you, so caught up in the moment that he's missed the rest of your words, only catching a small portion. Clinging to that thread of optimism, he presses for you to repeat yourself. 

"Sorry honey, I missed that. What'd ya say?" 

To his mounting horror? despair?- you repeat your earlier words, now with the adage of your own apology, something about having wanted to meet up to talk about separating, about- 

He can't really hear you anymore, his breath catching in his throat, heart clenching painfully in his chest, eyes sweeping across the floor in hope of some sort of answer, in hope that he'll wake up from this nightmare.

But you're squeezing his hands, helping him up, putting a water in front of him, trying to guide him back to the present, concern clear in your tone even if it's only- 

"Why?" He pulls himself from his stupor, sure his eyes are bloodshot already, certain you can see just how wrecked you've already left him.

You look positively devastated, as if you had expected this to go any other way, and damn if he doesn't still want to comfort you despite how much fucking pain he's in right now. 

"I don't love you, Al; I can't- I can't do that to you." 

Oh, how he wants to fight you on that, can taste the protests already forming on his tongue, can already picture the dozens of ways he would win you back.

Yet- 

You want this. 

He can see it, can read it in your expression, in the tension of your shoulders.

And he could never deny you anything, even if it hurts like hell. 

Even if it feels as if the universe is collapsing around him, as if you've broken every little piece of him. 

"Okay."

Canada

Mattie sees the dread in your eyes before he's even finished, his words trailing off as he studies you carefully- the averted eyes, the tension in your jaw, the very distinct aura of panic.

He feels his eyebrows draw together in concern, gently runs him thumb across your hand. "What's wrong?"

He watches as your eyes close, feels the small wisps of anxiety starting to build in his chest as you take a steadying breath, your eyes haunted as you finally turn back to face him.

No, you're-

Dear God, he's a dumbass; he should have figured this out ages ago.

You're trying so hard to be kind, your voice shaking as you try to explain your heart, try to explain your feelings, try to explain how much you do still care about him, but-

Frankly, he's only half-aware of your words, so lost to anger with himself for not realizing sooner, for not seeing-

Your palm on his cheek stops everything, his name from your lips silences every stray thought. He can only focus on you, lost in your apologetic gaze, drowning in the clearly platonic affection shining there.

Satisfied you've reclaimed his attention, your hand starts to fall, and dammit all if he doesn't want to catch it, hold onto you, cling to you.

"Is there someone else?"

You offer a small sigh, a tired sound, your relief clear in your relaxing shoulders and softening expression.

"No, Mattie. I don't know if there ever will be."

He wants to pressure you, demand to know why you're walking away then, what the fuck you have to gain from leaving him.

But...

But if he lashes out now, he may lose you completely.

And selfishly, stupidly, he can't let you go.

He can't let you disappear. 

He can't-

Things will never be the same between you.

He knows that, he knows.

But he's fallen too deeply to ever completely let you go.

England

"You could have spared me the embarrassment."

You should have told him sooner.

Oh, everything in him wants to hurt you, make you feel even a fraction of his pain, to understand just how humiliated he had felt at your outright rejection, half the bloody royal family standing in earshot.

He resists the temptation, forces it down deep, far, far away, cursing himself for his naivety. Yet again letting himself become attached, when the whole of Creation has proven over and over again that he is destined to be alone.

How bloody perfect that you would serve as Nature's messenger this time, and just when he finally-

He makes the mistake of glancing at you, catching the shame in your eyes, the guilt, the pit-

No. 

No, that's pain, too.

All desire to hurt you, to lash out and tear you apart, is gone in an instant, leaving only a hollow shell behind. He forces his attention away from you, paces over to the railing of the small balcony, stares at nothing in particular of the garden below. 

"Take the room in East Wing. Stay as long as you need until you can find your own place."

It's meant to be a dismissal, meant to make you leave, to spare him just a little of his dignity, to let him hide just how deeply you had cut him. But, as often seems the case, you either miss the hint entirely or choose to ignore it, stepping closer and hovering just a few steps away.

"Arthur, I need you to understand-"

"Stop," he hisses, unable to muster anything more than that. The ring, forged centuries ago for a queen long passed into legend, hangs heavily in his pocket. "I don't need- or frankly want- your explanations."

"Arthur."

Your hand is resting on his forearm now, a blessing (your warmth practically weaving its way into his soul, calming him, easing some of the pain) and a curse (a comfort he is no longer entitled to, a familiarity no longer truly shared, the source of all of this pain).

He wants to pull away, damns himself for not pulling away.

"Please just go."

It is a complete and utter defeat, one he can no longer keep from his voice, one he couldn't ever hope to hide from you no matter how desperately he should wish it.

He hears your mouth open and shut again, the weight of your unspoken thoughts hanging heavily in the space you vacate, leaving him alone in the cool twilight.

Spain

Tonio can sense there's something off about you, knows you've been actively avoiding him for the past few weeks. He's had his suspicions for a while, and it's not until your rejection that he finally has confirmation. 

"I'm sorry, Toni."

He can feel a tremble in his hand, can feel the smile starting to slip, but he's determined not to crack, not now.

"What?"

You repeat yourself again, and he tries not to pay too much attention to how much easier the words flow from you now, the first hurdle overcome at last.

The first blow hasn't even finished landing, and you're already firing another volley? Despicable.

He is pissed, so furious he can barely focus on your additional explanations, your apologies, your reassurances. Why should he listen, anyway? You-

"You're leaving me."

Whatever the Hell you had been saying is cut short, your eyes widening in surprise when you finally look at him, realise just how enraged he's become. You visibly go to take a step back, stopped by the stone wall of the small bridge.

Wasn't this fucking perfect?

Everyone left him eventually, no matter what he did, no matter how hard he fought to keep them. Why should he be surprised that you'd end up the exact same way?

There's an inferno roaring in his ears, a haziness to his vision, and his nails are digging so sharply into his palms he can feel them piercing the skin.

A sick, twisted part of him wants to make sure you can't run away, can never leave him again, and for a moment, for a horrifying moment he actually considers it.

Common sense snaps back into place, a sharp, whipping jolt of knowledge that those thoughts belonged to a different man, that he hasn't been that man in a long, long time.

He finally meets your gaze again, feels his heart shatter at the concern in your eyes, at the tangible traces of fear.

No...

No, you were the last person who should ever be scared of him.

"Go."

It's an exhausted sigh, the taste of defeat more bitter now than it had been in centuries. He looks away from you, opting to watch the sunlight playing off the water.

You're hovering, and he feels his chest constrict when he hears you step closer.

With a growl, he turns to face you, pouring all of that aching fury into his voice.

"Go!" 

It's enough, and you practically run in your rush to get away from him.

Once you're finally long gone, he slams his fist into the wall beside him, and crumbles to his knees, finally lets the mask shatter to pieces.

He's lost everything else; of course he'd lose you, too.

Japan, Romano, and Portugal to follow at a later date. Thanks for reading!

[bad-luck-trio]

Hello! Could I request Prompt 1 with America x Reader x Russia? The reader and America had a crush on eachother, but neither of them admited it. This leads to the reader thinking America doesn't like them and decides to move on and eventually fall and start dating Russia. America and Reader have an argument in which America finally admits his feelings. You can choose who the reader picks

TOO LITTLE TOO LATE (PART 1) (Hetalia America x Fem!Reader x Russia)

WARNINGS: - Prompt 1: “I never stood a chance, did I?” “That’s the sad part; you did once.”

I will be using their human names: America = Alfred F. Jones Russia = Ivan Braginsky England = Arthur Kirkland Belarus = Natalya Arlovskaya Spain = Antonio Fernandez Carriedo (C/n) = Country’s name = (Y/n) = Your name

Context: Reader and America have had a crush on each other for ages but neither of them have admitted it, and (Y/n) is convinced that he doesn’t like her back, so she goes out one night to drink a lot. She runs into Russia, and they both Drink a lot. They talk about their troubles together, and soon become close. By the time America gathers the balls to confess, she’s already moved on and likes Russia now.

3RD PERSON’S POV:

A young girl with (h/l) (h/c) hair tied up in a neat ponytail gently knocks on her crush- best friend’s door, silently panicking.

‘Today’s the day! The day I’m finally gonna confess! The day I’m going to leave the friendzone!’ She thought excitedly. She stood there, waiting for Alfred to open the door. Next a crash, a boom, and creek was heard behind the door, right before it was opened.

“Hey, Alfred!” (Y/n) greeted him with a smile.

Alfred’s POV:

CRIP CRAP FRIK FRUK (<( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)) FRACKITY DAMNNNNNN I FORGOT (Y/N) WAS COMING OVER TODAYYYYY!! MY ROOM IS MESSY, I’M NOT WEARING A SHIRT, AND I DIDN’T COOK POPCORN!!

Hurriedly, I quickly put some popcorn in the microwave, and ran over to the door.

*CRASH*

*KABOOM*

*CREEEEEEEK*

“Hey, Alfred!” (Y/n) smiled.

“‘Sup dudette!” I smiled, grinning like an idiot.

In a moment, her face turned redder than Toni’s (Antonio’s) tomatoes. Before I could ask what was wrong, I realized…..

CRIP CRAP FRIK FRUK FRACKITY DAMNNNNN I DON’T HAVE A SHIRT!! Then, it was my turn to turn so red that Toni’s (Antonio’s) tomatoes would be put to absolute shame. Before I could turn around though, (Y/n) held my arm.

“I-it’s okay. It’s not the first time I’ve seen you shirtless, you know.” She said.

I sighed in relief and let her in.

“Heheh, sorry for the mess. I kinda forgot that we were gonna binge Avengers today. The popcorn’s still in the microwave, I’ll go get it!” I said, running off.

“It’s okay! Also…. Can I ask you a question?” (Y/n) asked nervously.

“Of course dudette, we are best friends right?” I replied. There was no way I could reveal how I really felt! I don’t wanna ruin our friendship! I’ll confess one day, but not today.

“F-friends?”

“Yeah! What else would we be?”

FIRST PERSON’S POV:

“It’s okay! Also…. Can I ask you a question?” I asked Alfred, heart beating quickly.

“Of course dudette, we are best friends right?” He replied calmly, like it was no big deal.

Friends… That word makes me want to puke.

“F-friends?” I questioned.

“Yeah! What else would we be?” At his reply, my heart sank. So… that was how he felt about me.

“Dudette? Are you alright? You’ve been spacing out!” Alfred said worriedly, snapping his fingers in front of my face.

“Oh, sorry. I was just distracted. Did you say something?” I asked politely.

“Uhhh, you said you had to ask me something?” He said in an as-a-matter-of-fact tone.

“Oh, yeah. I was gonna ask, what Marvel movie are we gonna binge on today?” I lied, putting up a fake smile.

“I was thinking, we should watch Captain America!” Alfred grinned, as he struck a pose holding the popcorn.

Of course he’d choose Captain America.

~TIMESKIP, THE END OF THE DAY~

Tired and exhausted, I waved goodbye to Alfred and left, heading to a bar to drink my sorrows off.

On my way however, I bumped into someone large. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going.” I apologized.

“(C/n)! It is you, да?” A familiar voice asked. I looked up to see Ivan.

“Oh, Hello Ivan! It’s been a while!” I greeted the tall Russian.

“Привет (Y/n), как дела?” (Hello (Y/n), how are you?) Ivan smiled.

“To be honest, not that good. Wanna go out for a drink like old times, drinking buddy?” I offered with a tired smile.

“Да, That sounds pretty good. I already have some vodka on me!” I laughed at his statement. I mean this is Ivan we’re talking about.

“So friend, why don’t you tell me what has been bothering you?” He asked.

“Love troubles. I just got friendzoned by Alfred.” I sighed.

“I make him pay, да?” Ivan offered, bringing out his “Magic metal pipe of pain!”

I’ve learned not to question how he manages to carry around objects in his coat, and shook my head.

“I just wanna drink. Not get him murdered, Ivan. Besides, it is impossible. We are immortal after all.” I replied.

“But he hurt my friend. That is not good. If anyone else hurts you friend, you tell me and I make them wish they were never born!”

Honestly, it is a mystery to me how he says such dark and scary words with the tone and face of an innocent child.

“I will, you don’t need to worry.” I smiled back.

And that was the beginning of a very nice relationship.

Eventually, Ivan and I started hanging out with each other more. I started sitting next to him during the World Meetings, we would go out and look at sunflowers, and I had found myself my own safe haven.

TO BE CONTINUED….

A/n: I'm gonna make separate endings for them, so it's gonna take a while. I hope this was nice tho! Also, Yin will be working on Alfred's ending, Luna will be working on Russia's ending.

If you take closer look at our writing style, you can notice qualitied detail differences. It is also an option for you to mention in requests which one of us you would like to work on your oneshot preference. Good day!

Authors: Yin and Luna.

[buttmano]

How about Spain and a fair date? Like winning prizes or going on the biggest rollercoasters cause his dates loves the speed?

Characters: Spain//Antonio Fernandez-Carriedo, GN!Reader

Tags: fluff, date night, fair, carnival rides

AHHHHH YES I LOVE FAIR DATES

Okay so Antonio prefers to go like mid-day like 3pm because he wants to be there when it turns dark and all the neon lights are dazzling and bright

BET you two are gonna EAT at the fair

Prefers to share all the food with you that way you two can eat more

#BigBrain

Like you get a funnel cake and split it, you get a pizza and split it

You just might have to convince him that you want it to just be a you and him date though...

Because he loves fairs so much he just wants to make it a big event, by inviting Gilbert, Francis, Lovino, Feliciano, and all their s/o's

If you're fine with that, awesome! And don't get me wrong, you'll still get 100% of his attention and he's always including you in conversations

HE WILL WIN YOU A HUGE PURPLE GORILLA AND I STAND BY THAT

Also he's going to beat your ass at bumper cars, or at least try 😜

He's an adrenaline junkie so he is 100% down for going on the huge rollercoasters with you

Takes lots of selfies with you 🥺 and then prints them out as Polaroids

You probably stay until closing and grab some ice cream on the way out, tucking your purple gorilla into the trunk or make Lovino hold it before crawling into the car

Antonio thinks it's adorable when you fall asleep on the way home and he has to gently wake you up when you're back in the driveway