Four hours. You were breathing so hard it felt like a mallet in the back with each exhale. You had come over to Spain's house, as you often did, to practice dancing and hang with one of your best friends, him.
He looked over at you, and grinned. Bastard. His breathing was hard, but he obviously wasn't nearly as tired out from the exhausting dance the both of you had been working on for the last 240 minutes.
"Here." Spain said cheekily, offering you a water bottle. "Have a drink".You caught your breath. The light caught his hair making it shine. His cheeks were flushed, and his long, drool worthy body stretched out elegantly. You'd seen that same body dance, and shivered at the thought.
Reminding yourself to come back down to earth, you snatched it, and drank the entire thing down in one gulp. Spain looked impressed.
"Wow, your freaky good at swallowing things." he said. You didn't know whether to faint or face palm. Was he trying to be dirty, or were you just reading it wrong?
Checking your watch, you hissed. "Damn." you muttered,"I gotta go.", because it was already twelve at night. Spain frowned at you.
"Amiga, it's cold and dark, and there are bad people out there. You can't walk home especially when" he added when you staggered a bit "You could collapse at any moment."
You opened your mouth to protest, but then shrieked when he lifted you bridal style, and marched towards the door, and into the hall.
"Put me down Spain!" You shrieked, struggling weakly. He tsked.
"Querida" the words flowed like silk from his lips, caressing your mind. " I've told you, and told you call me by my name. But do you listen? No."
You were silent for once, thinking this over. When you’d met him, you'd called him Spain naturally, to be formal, but he'd commanded you to call him by his name many times. You had refused. Even after becoming best friends,your pure stubbornness kept you from using his human name.
He then reached a huge oak door, lifted his foot, then kicked it open, then nudged it shut with his foot. You could almost see him, in the moonlight, as he carried her over to a bed, his bed you realized.
" Spa-ain" you stuttered, " I can't sleep in your bed."
"Sure you can" he said simply. "It's the most comfortable bed I have (y-n) ."
"Where are you going to sleep?", you asked darkly.
" Here of course. It is my bed. And it's quite big." he smirked, and you cheeks flamed.
He shifted you, and laid you down slowly. You were on your back, his knee wedged between your legs, and his face inches from yours.
Leaning in, so his lips brushed your ear, he whispered "Di mi nombre Querida." You squirmed as he pressed even closer.
"N-no" you stuttered, then squealed, as he trailed his lips down you neck. Slowly kissing you collar bone.
"Then I'll just have to make you say it." He whispered, voice like dark velvet. Then his lips crashed into yours. Suffice to say, Antonio made you scream out his name numerous times that night.