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Spain x Reader: Wedding Tomatos by Avocado

Summary: Today is your wedding, a day that you, Spain and everyone have been waiting for. This takes place a few years from the battle of Netherlands vs Spain, and is a sequel to Mi bella dama.

"My, what a beautiful lady you are (y/n)." France commented as he stepped into your dressing room.

You turned around slowly, careful of your overflowing and delicate wedding gown.

"I've been immune to your flattery since I met you France. If you don't leave now I'll have Hungary to come and sweep your ass away." You warned.

You were not only worried that the man would try to make a move on you, but also worried for his safety from Spain. Spain would most likely wreck the whole wedding if France tried anything funny.

"France! You pervert! You really want to suffer don't you?" Hungary said as she waved her shiny, black pan causally.

She smirked as she held her pan up so it would shine in the light, giving it a devastating look.

Maybe if her gorgeous light green dress was in a color of reds and black, she would have been Satan itself.

"Gah! Don't worry! I'm leaving now." France said as he quickly fled from the room.

Hungary sighed as she watched France speed out of the room. She then made eye contact with you, and smiled brightly.

"Oh (y/n)... I am so happy for you! Words can not describe my happiness for you!" She exclaimed as she walked over to you and hugged you tightly.

"Aw Hungary, thanks so much for your support! I'm so glad you're here today!" You replied and hugged her back.

"Are you ready?" She asked as she opened the doors to the hallway leading to the wedding doors.

"Ready as I'll ever be." You replied happily.

You felt happiness and anticipation rise.. You sighed in bliss, and made your way to the grand mahogany doors.

Hungary held the door handles, and looked at you. You nodded and she smiled, and opened the doors to the wedding hall.

You were blinded by the bright lights and flinched a bit. You covered your eyes. when you regained your eyesight, you gasped.

Glimmering gold and crystal chandeliers dangled from the ceiling, and a pathway between the classical mahogany benches led to the priest and your soon to be husband, Spain.

You could feel your heart beating fast uncontrollability. Your anticipation, excitement, and happiness built up with every step you took. You could feel your cheeks heat up and your eyes getting moist with tears of joy.

When you made your way to Spain, you froze the second you looked at him. He looked absolutely stunning, and unbelievably gorgeous. Not trying to say that he was ever not handsome.

Spain was wearing a slim and slightly open black tuxedo. A long and silky button down shirt peeked out from his tuxedo. You took a quick glance at the white carnations stuffed in his tuxedo pocket.

His darkish topaz hair, as always, was riled up and tousled in a boyish way. He smiled at you and beamed with joy and a hint of satisfaction.

The priest continued to say the vows, constantly checking the large doors warily as if he was expecting something horrible to come out. You noticed this and couldn't help but look behind you...

"Make way! Make way retards!" You heard a familiar voice ring out as the doors to the wedding hall burst open.

You watched Romano walked down the path in a light red suit with a large basket of tomatoes. Behind him was Italy, in a little navy suit holding a little deep, evergreen box.

"A tomato for you in your face! Another for you, and you! Everyone gets a tomato in the face!!"

You heard him call out as he smashed tomatoes in everyone's face, except for the beautiful women.

You made eye contact with Spain, who was looking quite embarrassed yet amused at the same time.

"Now you know why I wanted Romano to be our flow-- tomato boy ?" You whispered quietly into his ear, smiling in amusement as Romano stuffed France's face with a tomato.

"You are so mischievous (y/n)... not that I am complaining," Spain replied. " After all, it's what makes you adorable."

He leaned over to you a bit and gave you his trademark smile. However, the thought of his tomatoes being wasted made him feel a bit disappointed.He instantly pulled back and almost pouted.

"But you wasted all those tomatoes that I could have enjoyed with you," Spain said. "All those beautiful tomatoes..."

He continued to say with a few sniffs here and there.He looked at all the splattered juice of tomatoes remorsefully.

The priest looks at the two of you, waiting for your approval to continue to read out the vows, Spain nodded his head and the priest spoke.

“Kingdom of Spain, do you take (y/n) to be your wife? Do you promise to be true to her in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, to love her and honor her all the days of your life?”

The silence was awfully heavy, until you heard Spain’s voice.

“Yes, I do.”

“(y/n), do you take Kingdom of Spain for your lawful husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?”

Time seemed to halt in place after the priest stopped talking. You could see everyone in the audience hold their breath as they wait to hear the three words that will change everything.

Even Romano was twitching as if he couldn’t stand the tension.

You smiled.

“Yes, I do.”

The crowd cheered and burst with laughter, you could see Prussia screaming out how his best buddy finally became a real man.

The priest smiled and said, “You may now exchange rings.”

Italy stumbled over to the two of you, with Romano tagging along behind him.

“Big brother! I am so happy for you and (y/n)! I wish for the best for you!” He said as he opened the little box and raised it over his head.

Inside the box were two rings, one with a thin silver band with a diamond carnation in the middle. The other with a gold band and silver cross lined with gold on the edges.

“Thank you Ita-chan and Roma~” Spain said cheerfully as he patted the boys’ heads.

“Thank you Italy and Romano-kun” You whispered loud enough for them to hear.

Spain smiled and held out his hand.

“May I?”

Your cheeks flared pink in response and you smiled.

“Of course.”

He took you hand gently, and slid the carnation ring on your finger. Spain glanced up at you as he held your hand in his and squeezed it affectionately .

You smiled as you took his hand to put the gold ring on his finger.

“How rude, you didn’t even ask permission.” Spain gasped dramatically.

“Oh please.”

“Stop acting like a drama queen. I thought that was my job.” You replied as you slid the ring on his finger and leaned over to kiss him on the lips.

He held the back of your head and pulled you closer into the kiss. You closed your eyes in pure bliss. Spain’s lips were smooth and warm, you could feel warmth spread throughout your body. He tilted your head back and sucked on your bottom lip, it was as if he was deprived and greedy for this moment.

“Spain stop trying to gobble (y/n)’s face off and start the feast already!” A loud and obnoxious voice boomed.

You blinked, and the intensity of the kiss disappeared.

“Aw, my little Spain finally married the woman of his dreams… I have cried many tears of joy for you!” France cried out as he hugged Spain.

You could see a trail of salty tears of jealousy and joy behind France.

As Spain was being dragged by Prussia and France, he looked at you and winked. He mouthed something.

You blushed, and waved him off and went to look for Hungary and your friends.

‘I’ll make it up to you, and it’ll be something good.’

“I’m so proud of you (y/n)! You’re officially a woman now!” Hungary exclaimed and gave you a large bear hug.

“Thank...you Hungary… But you’re s-suffocating me!” You wheezed out. She suddenly let go of you.

“Do you think you can help me get my Nii-san to marry me, (y/n)?”

Belarus asked and gave a side glance at Russia, who cringed and attempted to hide behind England, who also cringed and ran away.

“I’m sorry, but it depends on the man to decide if they want to propose…”

You sweatdropped, and hoped that Russia won’t get maimed today.

“Excuse me ladies, but may I take my wife from here on out?”

You heard Spain’s voice behind you. You turned around only to find that Spain was holding your waist and resting his chin on your head.

You saw Hungary’s eyes literally turn into hearts and her nose start to bleed.

“Oh course Spain! Just tell us the juicy details when your done!” She nearly squealed.

Spain took your hand and held it up.

“May I have this dance?” He asked, letting out a smirk.

“Of course.” You replied and grinned.

The two of you walked to the dance floor, hand in hand. Before you knew it, you were dancing the waltz on the dance floor. The music in the background was faint, the only thing on your mind was how vibrant Spain’s eyes were. How his olive skin was so gorgeous. His curly, chocolate hair was so fine and fluffy looking.

As the song was coming to the end, you could feel the space between the two of you tighten, and the air was warm around the two of you.

By the end of the song you were being embraced by Spain, his head tilted down to look at you. His arms pulled your waist closer to him. His eyes glistened with love and affection as he looked into your eyes. Your hand was holding onto his upper arm while the other gently resting on his chest. You looked up directly into his eyes.

The crowd cheered and clapped as you both basked in the warmth. You closed your eyes and rested against his chest. Out of nowhere you were nudged by Spain. You opened your eyes and looked up curiously at him.

“Mi amor por ti es y será siempre sin fin.[1]” He whispered.

You closed your eyes and rested your head against his...

[1] My love for you is and will always be endless

Again, please don’t kill me for my fail Spanish…

I also deeply apologize for my absence. I hope to write frequently in the future!

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Spain x Reader: Wedding Tomatos by Avocado

Summary: Today is your wedding, a day that you, Spain and everyone have been waiting for. This takes place a few years from the battle of Netherlands vs Spain, and is a sequel to Mi bella dama.

"My, what a beautiful lady you are (y/n)." France commented as he stepped into your dressing room.

You turned around slowly, careful of your overflowing and delicate wedding gown.

"I've been immune to your flattery since I met you France. If you don't leave now I'll have Hungary to come and sweep your ass away." You warned.

You were not only worried that the man would try to make a move on you, but also worried for his safety from Spain. Spain would most likely wreck the whole wedding if France tried anything funny.

"France! You pervert! You really want to suffer don't you?" Hungary said as she waved her shiny, black pan causally.

She smirked as she held her pan up so it would shine in the light, giving it a devastating look.

Maybe if her gorgeous light green dress was in a color of reds and black, she would have been Satan itself.

"Gah! Don't worry! I'm leaving now." France said as he quickly fled from the room.

Hungary sighed as she watched France speed out of the room. She then made eye contact with you, and smiled brightly.

"Oh (y/n)... I am so happy for you! Words can not describe my happiness for you!" She exclaimed as she walked over to you and hugged you tightly.

"Aw Hungary, thanks so much for your support! I'm so glad you're here today!" You replied and hugged her back.

"Are you ready?" She asked as she opened the doors to the hallway leading to the wedding doors.

"Ready as I'll ever be." You replied happily.

You felt happiness and anticipation rise.. You sighed in bliss, and made your way to the grand mahogany doors.

Hungary held the door handles, and looked at you. You nodded and she smiled, and opened the doors to the wedding hall.

You were blinded by the bright lights and flinched a bit. You covered your eyes. when you regained your eyesight, you gasped.

Glimmering gold and crystal chandeliers dangled from the ceiling, and a pathway between the classical mahogany benches led to the priest and your soon to be husband, Spain.

You could feel your heart beating fast uncontrollability. Your anticipation, excitement, and happiness built up with every step you took. You could feel your cheeks heat up and your eyes getting moist with tears of joy.

When you made your way to Spain, you froze the second you looked at him. He looked absolutely stunning, and unbelievably gorgeous. Not trying to say that he was ever not handsome.

Spain was wearing a slim and slightly open black tuxedo. A long and silky button down shirt peeked out from his tuxedo. You took a quick glance at the white carnations stuffed in his tuxedo pocket.

His darkish topaz hair, as always, was riled up and tousled in a boyish way. He smiled at you and beamed with joy and a hint of satisfaction.

The priest continued to say the vows, constantly checking the large doors warily as if he was expecting something horrible to come out. You noticed this and couldn't help but look behind you...

"Make way! Make way retards!" You heard a familiar voice ring out as the doors to the wedding hall burst open.

You watched Romano walked down the path in a light red suit with a large basket of tomatoes. Behind him was Italy, in a little navy suit holding a little deep, evergreen box.

"A tomato for you in your face! Another for you, and you! Everyone gets a tomato in the face!!"

You heard him call out as he smashed tomatoes in everyone's face, except for the beautiful women.

You made eye contact with Spain, who was looking quite embarrassed yet amused at the same time.

"Now you know why I wanted Romano to be our flow-- tomato boy ?" You whispered quietly into his ear, smiling in amusement as Romano stuffed France's face with a tomato.

"You are so mischievous (y/n)... not that I am complaining," Spain replied. " After all, it's what makes you adorable."

He leaned over to you a bit and gave you his trademark smile. However, the thought of his tomatoes being wasted made him feel a bit disappointed.He instantly pulled back and almost pouted.

"But you wasted all those tomatoes that I could have enjoyed with you," Spain said. "All those beautiful tomatoes..."

He continued to say with a few sniffs here and there.He looked at all the splattered juice of tomatoes remorsefully.

The priest looks at the two of you, waiting for your approval to continue to read out the vows, Spain nodded his head and the priest spoke.

“Kingdom of Spain, do you take (y/n) to be your wife? Do you promise to be true to her in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, to love her and honor her all the days of your life?”

The silence was awfully heavy, until you heard Spain’s voice.

“Yes, I do.”

“(y/n), do you take Kingdom of Spain for your lawful husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?”

Time seemed to halt in place after the priest stopped talking. You could see everyone in the audience hold their breath as they wait to hear the three words that will change everything.

Even Romano was twitching as if he couldn’t stand the tension.

You smiled.

“Yes, I do.”

The crowd cheered and burst with laughter, you could see Prussia screaming out how his best buddy finally became a real man.

The priest smiled and said, “You may now exchange rings.”

Italy stumbled over to the two of you, with Romano tagging along behind him.

“Big brother! I am so happy for you and (y/n)! I wish for the best for you!” He said as he opened the little box and raised it over his head.

Inside the box were two rings, one with a thin silver band with a diamond carnation in the middle. The other with a gold band and silver cross lined with gold on the edges.

“Thank you Ita-chan and Roma~” Spain said cheerfully as he patted the boys’ heads.

“Thank you Italy and Romano-kun” You whispered loud enough for them to hear.

Spain smiled and held out his hand.

“May I?”

Your cheeks flared pink in response and you smiled.

“Of course.”

He took you hand gently, and slid the carnation ring on your finger. Spain glanced up at you as he held your hand in his and squeezed it affectionately .

You smiled as you took his hand to put the gold ring on his finger.

“How rude, you didn’t even ask permission.” Spain gasped dramatically.

“Oh please.”

“Stop acting like a drama queen. I thought that was my job.” You replied as you slid the ring on his finger and leaned over to kiss him on the lips.

He held the back of your head and pulled you closer into the kiss. You closed your eyes in pure bliss. Spain’s lips were smooth and warm, you could feel warmth spread throughout your body. He tilted your head back and sucked on your bottom lip, it was as if he was deprived and greedy for this moment.

“Spain stop trying to gobble (y/n)’s face off and start the feast already!” A loud and obnoxious voice boomed.

You blinked, and the intensity of the kiss disappeared.

“Aw, my little Spain finally married the woman of his dreams… I have cried many tears of joy for you!” France cried out as he hugged Spain.

You could see a trail of salty tears of jealousy and joy behind France.

As Spain was being dragged by Prussia and France, he looked at you and winked. He mouthed something.

You blushed, and waved him off and went to look for Hungary and your friends.

‘I’ll make it up to you, and it’ll be something good.’

“I’m so proud of you (y/n)! You’re officially a woman now!” Hungary exclaimed and gave you a large bear hug.

“Thank...you Hungary… But you’re s-suffocating me!” You wheezed out. She suddenly let go of you.

“Do you think you can help me get my Nii-san to marry me, (y/n)?”

Belarus asked and gave a side glance at Russia, who cringed and attempted to hide behind England, who also cringed and ran away.

“I’m sorry, but it depends on the man to decide if they want to propose…”

You sweatdropped, and hoped that Russia won’t get maimed today.

“Excuse me ladies, but may I take my wife from here on out?”

You heard Spain’s voice behind you. You turned around only to find that Spain was holding your waist and resting his chin on your head.

You saw Hungary’s eyes literally turn into hearts and her nose start to bleed.

“Oh course Spain! Just tell us the juicy details when your done!” She nearly squealed.

Spain took your hand and held it up.

“May I have this dance?” He asked, letting out a smirk.

“Of course.” You replied and grinned.

The two of you walked to the dance floor, hand in hand. Before you knew it, you were dancing the waltz on the dance floor. The music in the background was faint, the only thing on your mind was how vibrant Spain’s eyes were. How his olive skin was so gorgeous. His curly, chocolate hair was so fine and fluffy looking.

As the song was coming to the end, you could feel the space between the two of you tighten, and the air was warm around the two of you.

By the end of the song you were being embraced by Spain, his head tilted down to look at you. His arms pulled your waist closer to him. His eyes glistened with love and affection as he looked into your eyes. Your hand was holding onto his upper arm while the other gently resting on his chest. You looked up directly into his eyes.

The crowd cheered and clapped as you both basked in the warmth. You closed your eyes and rested against his chest. Out of nowhere you were nudged by Spain. You opened your eyes and looked up curiously at him.

“Mi amor por ti es y será siempre sin fin.[1]” He whispered.

You closed your eyes and rested your head against his...

[1] My love for you is and will always be endless

Again, please don’t kill me for my fail Spanish…

I also deeply apologize for my absence. I hope to write frequently in the future!