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Notes:
-This is an art trade in turn for another drawing of my Hetalia OC ^^ For my part of the trade, she asked for a Dark!Spain reader insert that was mysterious and shocking~ How mysterious and shocking it really is, I’m not sure xD Hopefully you can all enjoy ^^
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, the characters, or the reader. I only own the plot*
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Finally, lunch had arrived after four gruesome, endless hours of futile classes. Now you had time to breath, relax, and prepare for three more cumbersome periods. You were thankful that it was Friday and the worst classes were taken care of first; all you had to dread from this point on was Spanish class. In truth, you weren’t the most capable Spanish speaker. Once your teacher asked if you wanted a tutor, but you denied her; you had another source of learning Spanish. For about a year, you had been friends with a certain Spaniard with gleaming emerald eyes, and he always seemed eager to help you with learning his native language.

As you crossed the school’s courtyard, you couldn’t help but notice that your bag seemed lighter than usual. Pausing in the middle of the walkway, you swung your bag around so you could search through it. Going through your mental checklist, you made sure that all your books and supplies were within the bag. Suddenly, you realized your English book was nowhere to be seen. Looking through again, you still couldn’t find it.

I must have dropped it somewhere. You turned to retrace your steps, but suddenly came face-to-face with a bright corn colored shirt. Stumbling back at the blinding color, you looked up to see the tanned skin of your Spanish friend, his pearly white teeth standing out against his olive skin. The sun was behind him, giving his front a shadowed look, making it slightly difficult to see the curls of his hair.

“H-hey, Antonio. I didn’t see you there,” you laughed nervously, cheeks blushing in embarrassment. You almost ran straight into him! How had you not noticed him before?

“Hola bonita!” he sang cheerfully, his eyes somehow sparkling in the shadow of his face. “I think you dropped something,” he suddenly started, holding out your English book. Relief washed over you as you graciously retrieved the book from his large hands.

“Oh, thank you! I was worried that I had lost it,” you laughed lightly, stuffing the book back into your bag. The man moved to your side so your eyes weren’t blinded by the sun’s rays.

“Yeah, it fell out when you were walking down the stairs just a minute ago,” he smiled in victory, like he should have been given a prize for such knowledge. You rose an eyebrow at his words, wondering if he had really been that close. The stairs were at least 50 yards away; why did he wait that long to return it? You shook the thought out of your head. At least he returned your beloved book.

“So,” he started, beginning to walk towards the cafeteria. You began to follow him, having a feeling he was trying to start a conversation. “Are you busy for lunch today? I know a little restaurant not far from here that makes churros. Son muy sabrosos~” he smiled. From what little Spanish you could comprehend, you understood that the churros were tasty. It sounded interesting, but you had already made plans.

“Actually, some friends wanted to take me to a fast food place they found not far from here,” you spoke in an apologetic tone. You looked over to the man, and your heart broke. His expression was that of an abused, neglected puppy; his lower lip was even sticking out in a pout.

“Oh…I see,” he spoke dejectedly. You felt bad, you really did, but you couldn’t miss out on your other friends.

“Maybe Monday?” you asked, a suggestive tone in your voice. He gave you a weak smile, but nodded his head nonetheless.

“Or we could talk about a plan during Spanish today,” he suddenly beamed with excitement. “Yeah! Then we can hang out all day tomorrow!”

“Well, maybe not all day, but we can still hang out.”

The other classes seemed to fly by, but when you reached your final hour of Spanish, it seemed that the hour couldn’t go by fast enough. You and Antonio set a plan to meet at nine in the morning, though he wanted to meet much earlier, and you would go to the soccer park for a few hours afterwards. You were happy to be spending time with Antonio, but he seemed a little too excited. He continued laughing to himself spontaneously; however, it was a dark, mischievous laugh.

~

The time was around 7:30 in the morning when you received a call from one of your friends. What was spoken seemed to change your life.

“_____! (Friend name) just got hit by a car! You need to come down here as fast as you can!”

“What?! But ho-“

“I don’t know, just get down here. Please hurry.”

~

You helped haul your injured friend to the nearest emergency room. She was in bad condition; bruises covered her arms and chest and her face was swollen tighter than a balloon. You rushed beside the assistants as they wheeled her into a pristine white room, immediately preparing IVs and dosages of clear fluids. Everything was a blur from your tear-stained eyes; the words the doctors spoke made no sense to you. You almost didn’t understand the doctors’ orders to get out.

It had been nearly two hours before the friend that gave you the call appeared, taking a deep breath. She sat down beside you, patting your back soothingly.

“Well, they said she’ll okay. She just had a few broken ribs and a collapsed lung. Thankfully no brain damage, but she’ll still need to spend a few nights in the hospital,” she delivered the information. You felt relief wash over you, your body shaking lightly as you released your breath. At least she was alright.

“It’s probably best if you go and do something to take it off your mind,” she advised, sitting back against her chair. You nodded, standing. Looking up at the clock, you saw it was only a few minutes before eleven. Suddenly you remembered that you were supposed to meet with Antonio. You were bolting down the halls of the hospital, guilt heavy on your shoulders.

By the time you reached the soccer park, you saw Antonio sitting on a bench, doubled over with his face in his hands. And was he…shaking? You walked up to him, taking a seat beside him. He looked up at you, his eyes wide. However, he soon began to smile at you, happy to finally see you again.

“I’m sorry, Antonio, I was ju-“

“Is your friend okay?” he suddenly interfered, his smile still remaining. “I saw what happened,” he continued, shaking his head as his eyes fell to the floor.

It was weird that he interrupted you, but even more so that he had seen the accident. Your friend didn’t mention anything about him being there. “Yeah, she’ll be okay after some recovery time.”

“Such a tragedy, and to think it could have been prevented,” he sighed, once again putting his hands over his cheeks. Your eyes narrowed as you looked at him carefully, confusion spreading throughout you.

“What do you mean?” you asked. Hadn’t he only witnessed the accident happen? Had he actually been there?

“She was crossing the street and some guy pulled up, honking his horn. She got mad and wouldn’t move, and the guy just shrugged his shoulders and hit the acceleration,” he explained, still shaking his head with a sigh. Your heart stopped. What kind of man could be that heartless to simply run someone over for crossing the street? Why would she suddenly stop; it was a stubborn move and your friend wasn’t like that. It just didn’t make sense.

“That’s awful,” you breathed out, racking your brain as you tried to put the pieces together. Something wasn’t right, something was missing.

“Well, now that you’re here, we can play some soccer, right?” he smiled cheerfully. With a sigh, you figured it was best to worry about the situation afterwards; perhaps some time in the fresh air could clear your mind.

~

The next day you decided to pay your friend a personal visit in the hospital, equipped with her favorite flowers and candy. Sure candy might slow the healing process, but it was always good for the soul.

As you stepped into the room, you placed the flowers by the window sill, placing the candy on the couch. Your friend stirred, waking up slowly as you approached her. You smiled weakly to her, taking a seat at her side. She was in the hospital attire, the bed adjusted so she was sitting up enough to gaze at the television on the wall. IV tubes extruded from her arm and nose and her face was still swollen.

“How are you feeling?”

“…I’ve been better…” she forced out, reaching over to grab the plastic cup of water, taking a sip with from the straw.

Now was the chance to ask. “So, what happened yesterday? Do you remember?”

She nodded slowly. “I got a call from someone. They wanted to know weird things about you like your middle name, favorite food, bra size,” she paused to take a deep breath. You shivered at the chill trickling down your spine. You could understand favorite foods, but bra size? “I didn’t tell him, and I said he was a creep. Then he threatened me, saying that if I didn’t tell him, he would kill me.”

Your eyebrows furrowed. That isn’t what Antonio told you yesterday. You listened as she continued. “I told him your middle name and favorite food, but then he started to demand some really personal things. He even asked if you were into bondage. I didn’t answer him.”

To you, this was starting to sound like a horror story.

“So, I hung up on him and stepped outside. I started to walk back to campus, and all I remember seeing was the headlights and his face,” she finished. Suddenly, your interest skyrocketed. She saw him? Would she know who it was?

“Do you know who he was?” you asked, leaning in closer.

“He’s…” Suddenly her eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. “Behind you.”

Suddenly, you turned around, looking straight into the dark, emerald eyes. They were swirling with an unknown emotion, maybe lust? The smirk on his dried lips only added to the eerie aura.

“So, what are your thoughts on bondage, mi amor? I’m sure you’d be ravishing in rope~.” Suddenly, he was advancing towards you loudly, his footsteps echoing off the walls. Your eyes widened as your heart raced, causing you to stand as you backed away quickly.

“Anto-!”

Swiftly, he brought his elbow up, bringing it down roughly onto your head. Your vision instantly went black as you collapsed to the floor, writhing at the pain in your skull. You could faintly hear your friend speaking in her strained voice. You felt yourself being lifted, an arm being put around the tall man’s shoulders while he wrapped an arm around your waist.

“How about we head back to my place and find out right now~.”

Description
Notes:
-This is an art trade in turn for another drawing of my Hetalia OC ^^ For my part of the trade, she asked for a Dark!Spain reader insert that was mysterious and shocking~ How mysterious and shocking it really is, I’m not sure xD Hopefully you can all enjoy ^^
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, the characters, or the reader. I only own the plot*
-

Finally, lunch had arrived after four gruesome, endless hours of futile classes. Now you had time to breath, relax, and prepare for three more cumbersome periods. You were thankful that it was Friday and the worst classes were taken care of first; all you had to dread from this point on was Spanish class. In truth, you weren’t the most capable Spanish speaker. Once your teacher asked if you wanted a tutor, but you denied her; you had another source of learning Spanish. For about a year, you had been friends with a certain Spaniard with gleaming emerald eyes, and he always seemed eager to help you with learning his native language.

As you crossed the school’s courtyard, you couldn’t help but notice that your bag seemed lighter than usual. Pausing in the middle of the walkway, you swung your bag around so you could search through it. Going through your mental checklist, you made sure that all your books and supplies were within the bag. Suddenly, you realized your English book was nowhere to be seen. Looking through again, you still couldn’t find it.

I must have dropped it somewhere. You turned to retrace your steps, but suddenly came face-to-face with a bright corn colored shirt. Stumbling back at the blinding color, you looked up to see the tanned skin of your Spanish friend, his pearly white teeth standing out against his olive skin. The sun was behind him, giving his front a shadowed look, making it slightly difficult to see the curls of his hair.

“H-hey, Antonio. I didn’t see you there,” you laughed nervously, cheeks blushing in embarrassment. You almost ran straight into him! How had you not noticed him before?

“Hola bonita!” he sang cheerfully, his eyes somehow sparkling in the shadow of his face. “I think you dropped something,” he suddenly started, holding out your English book. Relief washed over you as you graciously retrieved the book from his large hands.

“Oh, thank you! I was worried that I had lost it,” you laughed lightly, stuffing the book back into your bag. The man moved to your side so your eyes weren’t blinded by the sun’s rays.

“Yeah, it fell out when you were walking down the stairs just a minute ago,” he smiled in victory, like he should have been given a prize for such knowledge. You rose an eyebrow at his words, wondering if he had really been that close. The stairs were at least 50 yards away; why did he wait that long to return it? You shook the thought out of your head. At least he returned your beloved book.

“So,” he started, beginning to walk towards the cafeteria. You began to follow him, having a feeling he was trying to start a conversation. “Are you busy for lunch today? I know a little restaurant not far from here that makes churros. Son muy sabrosos~” he smiled. From what little Spanish you could comprehend, you understood that the churros were tasty. It sounded interesting, but you had already made plans.

“Actually, some friends wanted to take me to a fast food place they found not far from here,” you spoke in an apologetic tone. You looked over to the man, and your heart broke. His expression was that of an abused, neglected puppy; his lower lip was even sticking out in a pout.

“Oh…I see,” he spoke dejectedly. You felt bad, you really did, but you couldn’t miss out on your other friends.

“Maybe Monday?” you asked, a suggestive tone in your voice. He gave you a weak smile, but nodded his head nonetheless.

“Or we could talk about a plan during Spanish today,” he suddenly beamed with excitement. “Yeah! Then we can hang out all day tomorrow!”

“Well, maybe not all day, but we can still hang out.”

The other classes seemed to fly by, but when you reached your final hour of Spanish, it seemed that the hour couldn’t go by fast enough. You and Antonio set a plan to meet at nine in the morning, though he wanted to meet much earlier, and you would go to the soccer park for a few hours afterwards. You were happy to be spending time with Antonio, but he seemed a little too excited. He continued laughing to himself spontaneously; however, it was a dark, mischievous laugh.

~

The time was around 7:30 in the morning when you received a call from one of your friends. What was spoken seemed to change your life.

“_____! (Friend name) just got hit by a car! You need to come down here as fast as you can!”

“What?! But ho-“

“I don’t know, just get down here. Please hurry.”

~

You helped haul your injured friend to the nearest emergency room. She was in bad condition; bruises covered her arms and chest and her face was swollen tighter than a balloon. You rushed beside the assistants as they wheeled her into a pristine white room, immediately preparing IVs and dosages of clear fluids. Everything was a blur from your tear-stained eyes; the words the doctors spoke made no sense to you. You almost didn’t understand the doctors’ orders to get out.

It had been nearly two hours before the friend that gave you the call appeared, taking a deep breath. She sat down beside you, patting your back soothingly.

“Well, they said she’ll okay. She just had a few broken ribs and a collapsed lung. Thankfully no brain damage, but she’ll still need to spend a few nights in the hospital,” she delivered the information. You felt relief wash over you, your body shaking lightly as you released your breath. At least she was alright.

“It’s probably best if you go and do something to take it off your mind,” she advised, sitting back against her chair. You nodded, standing. Looking up at the clock, you saw it was only a few minutes before eleven. Suddenly you remembered that you were supposed to meet with Antonio. You were bolting down the halls of the hospital, guilt heavy on your shoulders.

By the time you reached the soccer park, you saw Antonio sitting on a bench, doubled over with his face in his hands. And was he…shaking? You walked up to him, taking a seat beside him. He looked up at you, his eyes wide. However, he soon began to smile at you, happy to finally see you again.

“I’m sorry, Antonio, I was ju-“

“Is your friend okay?” he suddenly interfered, his smile still remaining. “I saw what happened,” he continued, shaking his head as his eyes fell to the floor.

It was weird that he interrupted you, but even more so that he had seen the accident. Your friend didn’t mention anything about him being there. “Yeah, she’ll be okay after some recovery time.”

“Such a tragedy, and to think it could have been prevented,” he sighed, once again putting his hands over his cheeks. Your eyes narrowed as you looked at him carefully, confusion spreading throughout you.

“What do you mean?” you asked. Hadn’t he only witnessed the accident happen? Had he actually been there?

“She was crossing the street and some guy pulled up, honking his horn. She got mad and wouldn’t move, and the guy just shrugged his shoulders and hit the acceleration,” he explained, still shaking his head with a sigh. Your heart stopped. What kind of man could be that heartless to simply run someone over for crossing the street? Why would she suddenly stop; it was a stubborn move and your friend wasn’t like that. It just didn’t make sense.

“That’s awful,” you breathed out, racking your brain as you tried to put the pieces together. Something wasn’t right, something was missing.

“Well, now that you’re here, we can play some soccer, right?” he smiled cheerfully. With a sigh, you figured it was best to worry about the situation afterwards; perhaps some time in the fresh air could clear your mind.

~

The next day you decided to pay your friend a personal visit in the hospital, equipped with her favorite flowers and candy. Sure candy might slow the healing process, but it was always good for the soul.

As you stepped into the room, you placed the flowers by the window sill, placing the candy on the couch. Your friend stirred, waking up slowly as you approached her. You smiled weakly to her, taking a seat at her side. She was in the hospital attire, the bed adjusted so she was sitting up enough to gaze at the television on the wall. IV tubes extruded from her arm and nose and her face was still swollen.

“How are you feeling?”

“…I’ve been better…” she forced out, reaching over to grab the plastic cup of water, taking a sip with from the straw.

Now was the chance to ask. “So, what happened yesterday? Do you remember?”

She nodded slowly. “I got a call from someone. They wanted to know weird things about you like your middle name, favorite food, bra size,” she paused to take a deep breath. You shivered at the chill trickling down your spine. You could understand favorite foods, but bra size? “I didn’t tell him, and I said he was a creep. Then he threatened me, saying that if I didn’t tell him, he would kill me.”

Your eyebrows furrowed. That isn’t what Antonio told you yesterday. You listened as she continued. “I told him your middle name and favorite food, but then he started to demand some really personal things. He even asked if you were into bondage. I didn’t answer him.”

To you, this was starting to sound like a horror story.

“So, I hung up on him and stepped outside. I started to walk back to campus, and all I remember seeing was the headlights and his face,” she finished. Suddenly, your interest skyrocketed. She saw him? Would she know who it was?

“Do you know who he was?” you asked, leaning in closer.

“He’s…” Suddenly her eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. “Behind you.”

Suddenly, you turned around, looking straight into the dark, emerald eyes. They were swirling with an unknown emotion, maybe lust? The smirk on his dried lips only added to the eerie aura.

“So, what are your thoughts on bondage, mi amor? I’m sure you’d be ravishing in rope~.” Suddenly, he was advancing towards you loudly, his footsteps echoing off the walls. Your eyes widened as your heart raced, causing you to stand as you backed away quickly.

“Anto-!”

Swiftly, he brought his elbow up, bringing it down roughly onto your head. Your vision instantly went black as you collapsed to the floor, writhing at the pain in your skull. You could faintly hear your friend speaking in her strained voice. You felt yourself being lifted, an arm being put around the tall man’s shoulders while he wrapped an arm around your waist.

“How about we head back to my place and find out right now~.”