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Ice Cream? Spain x Reader

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       Today was a very special day for you and Spain. Today marked the one month anniversary of you living with him. While some might see that as any reason to celebrate, both you and Spain thought it was the perfect excuse to go out and have some fun. Neither of you wanted to do anything particularly fancy, so you decided that a couple of ice creams and a stroll along the beach would be the perfect way to celebrate.

Already more than ready to get going, you slipped your feet into a pair of sandals, walked back to the bedroom you and he shared and called for Spain. “Hurry up in there Spain. Seriously, what's taking you so long?”

“You're ready already? I must be moving really slow.” Spain laughed nervously from behind the closed bedroom door. “Just another minute and I'll be ready.”

“Sure, I'll believe that when it happens.” Too excited to be patient, you turned away from the door and let out a loud groan. “And they say girls take a long time to get dressed. You take twice as long as I do every single time we go out somewhere.” Knowing it would probably still be a few minutes before he was finally ready to leave, you dropped down to the cushy couch, threw your feet over the side and flopped onto your back.

To your surprise, it took Spain less than a full minute to make his way out to you. When he did, he leaned over the side of the couch, giving him the appearance of being upside down, and smiled brightly at you. “Now who's holding us up, hm?”

“Hey, don't you start that now. I've been waiting on you for forever.” Propping yourself up on your elbows, you placed a quick kiss on his lips, then quickly stood up, grabbed his arm and rushed for the door.

“You're really excited for that ice cream aren't you?” Purposely taking his sweet time, he opened the car door for you and helped you inside. After shutting your door, he slowly meandered to his side of the car, opened the door and sat down in his seat. Spain then began to check through his pockets, glove box and console for something.

His little act wasn't fooling anyone, and you both knew it. “I know you're not actually looking for anything right now. You're just trying to make me wait longer so I'll get upset with you. It's working, and it's not funny.

Spain chuckled. “Okay, okay, I'll stop already. You're just so cute when you're mad at me.” After giving your cheek an apologetic kiss, he finally started the car and began to drive. The beach was only a couple of miles away from your home, but because it was already getting dark, Spain had insisted that he drive.

“It shouldn't be cute when I'm upset. That ruins everything.” Trying to hide your embarrassment with anger, you slumped over and placed your red face in your hands. “It should be scary. You should worry when I'm angry, not laugh.”

“I'll try to remember that, but unless you stop being so pretty, I don't think it's going to work out very well.” Once at the beach, Spain hopped out of the car and rushed over to you to open the door. Before letting you out, he leaned into the car slightly, a smile on his face that could melt even the coldest of hearts, and gently placed the palm of his hand on your cheek. “You're not still mad at me, are you Bonita?”

“Well, I was, kind of, but I'm not anymore.” Blushing lightly, you stepped out of the car and took his hand in yours. “It's not fair that you can escape my wrath that easily you know. You're pretty lucky to have that skill, otherwise you'd be in some serious trouble.”

“I think I could probably handle being in trouble with you, if I ever did get into any real trouble that is.” With the bright orange beams of sunlight already fading into the ocean, Spain quickly walked with you to the tiny waterside ice cream shop and bought you more than enough of your favorite flavor to keep you happy. Stepping out of the shop and onto the sandy shore, Spain once again laced his fingers with yours. “There, now I should be out of whatever trouble I managed to get myself into, right?”

“I guess this will do, for now anyway. I might change my mind later though.” When you took your first taste of the smooth, creamy ice cream, you noticed something odd about the flavor. It tasted better than it usually did, but you couldn't tell why.

Spain also noticed the new, improved flavor immediately. “This is really good this time, isn't it? They must be selling a new brand or something.”

Hardly able to stop eating it, even just long enough to speak, you nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah, I noticed the difference too. It's really, really good. So good, we might have to start coming here a lot more often than we do.”

“I think we can do that.” Giving your hand a little squeeze, he nuzzled his nose behind your neck and kissed you yet again. The two of you walked as close to the water as you could without getting wet, silently enjoying the cool, salty breeze and each others company. When the sun had completely hidden itself from view, and the stars slowly started to appear, Spain broke the silence, speaking in a quiet, yet serious tone. “You know, this last month really went by fast for me. I'm really glad you came to stay with me.” As he spoke, he started to blush. “I'm not lonely anymore with you there, and I really like having you around all the time. It made me think, that I never want you to leave me.” His blush intensified. “M-maybe we should get married and have a bunch of cute kids after all.” Spain looked down at you for an answer and gaped. “A-are you laughing?”

“I'm sorry, I don't mean to be laughing, it's just that you're so obviously drunk. You always get really sentimental and serious when you drink. Unless of course you're really drunk, then you just get scary.” You covered your mouth as you continued to giggle. “But in any case, you're drunk right now and I can tell.”

Spain stared down at you and shook his head, still a little offended that you could be laughing when he was trying to be serious. He, like you, was feeling a little bit off, but neither of you had drank, so the very idea of him being drunk was ludicrous. “No, I'm not. You might be, but, how is that even possible?” Curious, he tasted the last little bit of his ice cream, then slapped  his forehead with the palm of his hand. “W-wait a minute, I think I know why this ice cream tastes so good this time around. It's got liquor in it.”

“Oh, well that explains everything then, doesn't it?” Laughing almost uncontrollably, you wrapped Spain in your arms and pressed your face against his chest to muffle your giggles and snorts. “I knew my head wasn't spinning for no reason. I mean it always spins a little bit when I'm around you, but this is different. My face is kind of itchy too.”

Realizing that the alcohol had gotten to you much more than it had him, Spain wrapped his arms around you for support. “I think we might have to actually come here less often. I wouldn't want you becoming an ice cream drunk.”

“Pft, I'd be fine.” You lifted your head from his chest and stared up at him with a smile that lit up your whole face. “Now, about what you said before, about getting married and having kids, I think that was pretty important.”

“It is, but I don't think you should be making any decisions right now Bonita.” Amused by your current state, he rubbed his nose against yours, held you as close to his body as he could, then pressed his lips to yours for a quick, but loving kiss. “Your head isn't on straight.”

“I agree.” You nodded, which made you even more dizzy than before. “That's why for right now, I'm only accepting your marriage proposal. It took you a really long time to finally ask me and if I don't say yes right now, you might change your mind, so there's no way I'd say no to that one. We can talk about kids when my head stops buzzing. I don't want to drunkenly agree to having a dozen kids or something like that.”

Spain hugged you so tightly, he actually lifted you off of the ground. “Even if your head isn't on straight, I'm going to hold you to what you just said. But before we start talking about niños, I think I'd better by you a wedding ring.” As he lowered your feet to the ground, he tangled his hands in your hair and kissed you once more. When he pulled away a full minute later, there was a wide, attractive smirk across his lips. “Now let's get you home before you fall into the water and drown. We can't get married if you're dead.”

Holding tightly to him, just so you didn't trip on the shifting sand below your feet, you quietly started to giggle again. “You sure are romantic Spain, worrying about me drowning and all. There's no way I couldn't marry you after heartwarming poetry like that.”

“I'm not sure if you're serious, joking, or just really intoxicated, but either way, you look really beautiful right now.” Now back at the car, he rubbed his cheek against yours, refusing to let you go for even a second. “Do you mind if we stay here a while longer? I don't want to go back home yet.”

More than happy to be spending your night with him, you agreed without hesitation.“I don't mind. At all. I think I'll be safe in the parking lot. It's not like I can drown in the asphalt.”

“That's true.” Spain pulled back slightly and thought. A second later a wicked smirk appeared. “Just to be safe though, maybe we should get in the car.”
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