Like a Family SpainXReader oneshot

You were humming to yourself as you pulled your shiny (car color) (car type) into your good friend Antonio Fernandez Carriedo, aka Spain’s drive way. You were sure he was aware of your arrival; your radio was up as loud as it could go blasting a Spanish song Antonio had introduced you to. You were still humming it as you knocked on the door.
“What do you want-a?” a child’s voice asked as the door opened. Standing there was an Italian boy. He had chestnut hair with an adorable little hair curl coming from the right side of his head, honey gold eyes, wore a pink shirt, blue slacks and had an apron on.
“Why hello there, you must be Romano! Antonio’s told me so much about you! May I come in please? I have a guitar lesson with him today.” You said, patting his head. His cheeks turned bright red as he moved aside so you could come in.
“Si, that’s-a me, Romano, but you can call me ‘Roma’ if you-a want to, bella. I’m sorry about how I answered-a the door, I thought you were-a that jerk France trying to kidnap me again-a. You’re really bella, you know.” He said as he showed you to the living room.
“Oh it’s quite alright,” you said, “what does bella mean?”
“Bella means beautiful, but beautiful means you-a, ragazza.” He replied, taking a seat next to you. You smiled; he was pretty smooth for a little kid.
“So Roma, where’s Toni?” You asked as he tried scooting closer when he thought you weren’t looking.
“I think he’s-a taking his afternoon siesta. He’ll-a be up soon-a, but until then-a I thought I’d keep you-a company.” Romano replied.
“Sounds good to me. Tell me, how're your Spanish lessons coming?” you asked. You knew a lot of Spanish thanks to years of being friends with the sleeping Spaniard. Romano asked you if you’d like to hear a phrase. You told him you would, and he smiled.
“Bésame!” he said, pulling a little on the end of your shirt. You smiled at the cute little Italian.
“Well Roma, if you really want me to…” you said, leaning down and kissing his cheek, causing him to blush bright red.
“Romano, what are you doing?” Antonio’s muddled voice called from down the hall. It was obvious he had just woken up. He rubbed his eyes a little. You blushed; he looked so sexy with his bedhead and whatnot. Antonio spotted you and smiled widely.
“Hola chica! Sorry I wasn’t awake to greet you. I’m sure you and Romano have been chatting while you waited, right?” He said as he sat on your other side and hugged you tightly. You hugged the Spaniard back, but felt a tug on your shirt again.
“Hey-a, don’t I get a hug!?” Romano asked, looking up at you with wide, pleading eyes. You giggled and let him sit on your lap. He wrapped his arms around your neck and rested his chin on your shoulder during the hug. You didn’t see him stick his tongue out at Toni, or the jealous look the Spaniard shot the cute little Italian. When Romano let go he and Toni were glaring daggers at each other. You could almost see the tension and cut it with a knife.
“Well (Y/N), let’s begin your guitar lessons.” Toni said as he ushered little Romano out so you could work in peace. After your lesson Toni asked you to stay for dinner, to which you gladly accepted. The two of you were in the middle of making chicken enchiladas when Romano rushed in.
“B-bella, I need you! I have to go-a to the bathroom but I can’t find it! Take me!” he said, tugging on your shirt again. You laughed a bit as you took his little hand to lead him to the nearest bathroom. You didn’t see Toni’s disappointed face.
“Almost done in there Roma?” You called. You were leaning against the wall outside the bathroom waiting for the Italian.
“Don’t-a listen! It makes it harder to go!” he called back. You smiled at the child but began to hum a tune loud enough for him to hear. Soon the door opened, revealing the little Italian.
“Grazie bella.” He said, taking your hand again as you walked back to the kitchen. While you were gone Toni had put the enchiladas in the oven.
“They’ll be ready in about 10 minutes. What should we do until then?” he said.
“You could play a song or two…” you suggested. Romano rolled his honey-colored eyes as the Spaniard laughed, but picked up the guitar and smiled at you.
“Any requests?” he asked. You requested “Black Magic Woman” and "Corazón Espinado" by Carlos Santana. By the time he had finished both songs you only had a couple minutes to go, so you sat and chatted with Romano and Antonio. When the timer went off Toni jumped up to retrieve dinner while you and Romano grabbed drinks. You were having (favorite beverage), Toni asked for one of you to pour him a cup of coffee, which you did, having made a pot earlier. Roma was having a glass of milk, you and Toni had both insisted.
“This is bueno, nice job Toni!” you declared after taking your first bite.
“You helped make it chica, same to you!” he replied. Without warning, an enchilada flew through the air and smacked Toni in the face. Dumbstruck, he looked to the direction it came from, you following suit, to see Romano laughing so hard the little guy actually fell out of his chair.
“That was-a funny as hell!” he said as he picked himself up off the ground. You giggled at him, but were confused as to why he had decided to turn his dinner into a deadly projectile.
‘What was that all about Roma?” You asked.
“Si, I’d also like to know why you tried to slaughter me with an enchilada!” Toni exclaimed, jumping up from his seat, “I always try to be nice to you but all you do is hurt my feelings and make me feel bad all the time!”
‘Wow, I’m sensing some major pent up disappointment and stuff here…” you thought.
“Don’t think I don’t-a know what you’re-a trying to-a do, ah? You’re trying to get the bella (Y/N) to-a like you-a better than she likes me!” Romano exclaimed.
“All that…over me?” you said, tucking a strand of (h/l) (h/c) behind your ear, “Boys, let’s not fight over me! There’s enough to go around!” you said, smiling. Both looked at you and smiled too, but something told you this wasn’t the end of the feud.
After dinner was done and the table cleared you sat on the sofa with Toni and Roma, who was in your lap and smiling very smugly.
“So…what do we do now?” You asked. Toni shrugged his shoulders and Romano mumbled a quick “dunno,” helpful, right? For a while you sat there, staring off into space, wondering what to do to pass the time.
“So…how’s life, boys…” you asked.
“Bueno,” and “Bene,” were your only replies. You sighed and sat in a somewhat awkward silence for a bit longer until Toni declared it was time for Romano to go to bed.
“But I don’t want-a to!” Romano whined as Toni pulled his night shirt over his head. You smiled as Romano begrudgingly climbed into his bed and let you tuck him in.
“Goodnight Roma, sleep well.” You said before kissing his forehead and leaving the room. Toni turned off the light and shut the door after you.
“Whew, finally! I usually have a much harder time getting him to go to sleep. You must be a good influence, chica.” Toni whispered as you made your way back into the living room.
“Maybe I should come over more often?” You suggested. Truth was, you’d like that very much. You did have a crush on the admittedly sexy Spaniard, and when you were around him and Romano if felt like you three were a family.
“I’d like that very much, hermoso.” He said softly. You blushed at the compliment, seeing as you knew ‘hermoso’ meant beautiful. Toni touched your face gently and then moved to push a stray strand of hair from your eyes. You looked up at him, your (e/c) eyes meeting his emerald ones. Before you could even ask what he was doing, his lips pressed on yours gently, yet passionately.
“Toni…” you said softly when you broke apart. The Spaniard smiled at you.
“Te amo.” He said simply.
“Te amo.” You replied as you leaned in for another kiss.
“Get away from mia bella, tomato bastardo!”
You and Toni looked over quickly to see Romano standing in his doorway, glaring at the two of you. You couldn’t help but laugh.