SpainxReader

You sat alone in the park on a wooden bench, as the sun shone on your body, warming you. It was a quiet and peaceful day and you sat gently strumming the strings of an acoustic guitar your parents had bought you. Your [h/c] hair swayed softly in the gentle wind as you continued to move your hands up and down the guitar's neck, changing chords. Someone's voice nearby made you stop playing a listen closely. The voice was beautiful, but unfortunately for you it was in a language you weren't familiar with. You continued to listen closely until you were able to see who was singing. It was a boy, the same age as you. He had dark brown hair and bright emerald green eyes, with olive coloured skin. By his looks and accent you guessed he must have been Spanish.  You continued watch the boy as he walked past you, singing away to himself. Once he had left, the park was empty once again. Unable to get the boys tune out of your head, you began picking individual frets on your guitar to try and create the some sound.

A few weeks had passed since then, and you had perfected the melody that had been stuck in your head. You had returned to the park every day since to see if the boy had returned, but to your disappointment he hadn't. On one particularly sunny day you sat on the grass with your guitar, strumming the chords to the melody you remembered.
"Mind if I join you?" someone said from behind you in a thick Spanish accent.
Turning your head you were met with a pair of stunning green eyes that caught you off guard.
"S-Sure" You blushed, shifting over for him. Not that you needed to because the two of you had the whole park to sit in. Mentally slapping yourself, you waited for him to take a seat.

"Where did you learn that song?" He asked, not taking his eyes off you.
'Oh god, he thinks I'm a stalker' you thought "I-I heard it. I-I guess it just got stuck in my head" You laughed.
He gave a chuckle "it's called Hatafutte desfile [1], me and mi amigo's [2] all have one" he explained cheerily.
"O-Oh, well I'm not really that good at playing it. I only remember bits of it"
"Here, let me show you" the boy said, scooting closer.
He took you hands in his and placed it on the guitar's neck, the gently grabbed hold of your other hand and rested it on the strings. He then began softly moving your hands up and down the frets of the guitar, strumming in time as he did so.
"You had most of it right, but you need to add you little finger on this chord here" he instructed, gently nudging your finger onto the right fret "Then change to his chord" moving your hand two frets up from where you had original been playing it.
"O-Okay" You blushed, trying to keep calm.

After an hour or so you finally had the chord changes and melody perfected.
"That's it" the boy smiled, clapping his hands together and smiling brightly. God you loved that smile. "Do you mind if I sing?" he asked.
"S-Sing, b-but I'm not that good yet" You panicked.
"Don't worry chica, I think you're ready~" he said, giving another one of his smiles.

Taking a deep breath you began. 'What if I go wrong? This is a song he wrote so he'll hate me forever'. Shakily you changed chords and finished the intro.
♪ Migite ni wa AMOR
Hidarite ni wa KAANEESHON ya de

Kyou mo gyousan COSECHA PAREEDO
Miwaku no sekai e BIENVENIDA
Te o totte wa ni natte mawarun yo chikyuu gou
SIESTA mo wasurento zekkouchou

ROJA to AMARILLO no ROJIGUALDA
O tentosan ni kansha shiyo na
Hetalia♪

'Oh my god his voice is amazing' you thought. It was like his voice put you into some kind of trance, the more he sang the better you played. You hands moved freely along the guitar's neck and as far as you knew, you hadn't messed up once. The song unfortunately came to an end quicker than you had expected.   Setting your guitar down gently on the grass beside you, you turned back to the boy.
"Antonio Fernandez Carriedo" he said, looking up towards the sky.
"Pardon?" You asked.
"My name is Antonio Fernandez Carriedo, what's yours?"
"My name's _____ ______ [full name]"
"Do you think we could meet again some time?" he asked.
"I-I'd like that" you blushed.

Antonio stood up the held out his hand to help you up. "Gracias chica, today was fun" he smiled, pulling you off the grass.
"Thank you" you blushed.
Antonio then stepped forward and kissed you cheek, before waving goodbye and walking away. You stood there momentarily thinking over what just happened. Blushing heavily you picked up your guitar and began walking home. You had a lot of practicing to do before you next met Antonio.