:R: SpainXReader Oneshot ~Tomatoes~

“Hey, [Name]! I have a friend I zhink you’d like!”

One of your close friends, Francis Bonnefoy, was always trying to set you up on dates with his friends. The last one had been Gilbert Beilshmidt, an egotistical douche.

“Nope. No more dates, Francis,” you replied sternly, scoffing as you folded laundry.

“Please? If zhis one doesn’t work out, I won’t set you up on any more!”
“And if it does work out?”
“I won’t need to set you up on anymore! See? It’s a win-win situation!”
“Fine. Who is he?”
“I’m not giving any names! He’ll be at your apartment at six tomorrow night. Au revoir!”

There was a buzz and click as Francis hung up the phone.

“Argh!” you yelled in frustration as you pulled the phone away, tossing it down on your couch. After finishing folding laundry and putting it all away, you went to find an outfit to wear on your date.


The next night, you sat on your couch waiting for the mystery guy to show up. You wore your favorite outfit; A tight-fitting [favorite color] tank-top with thin ruffles and a simple pair of jeans. You wore a [second favorite color] shrug over the tank-top, with your [h/l] [h/c] falling naturally, a head band keeping it out of your face.

A knock on the door drew your attention and you jumped up to answer it.

When you swung it open, you found your date. Tall, and slightly muscular, with tousled chocolate brown hair and striking olive green eyes.

“Antonio Fernandez Carriedo,” he introduced, holding his hand out to you.

Oh, but you knew who he was. The guy you’d had a massive crush on ever since the seventh grade.

You met his hand with yours and answered, “[Name] [Last Name].”

“Ready to go, chica?” he asked, motioning down the hall where the front doors where.

“Yeah!” you replied eagerly as you walked out the door, making sure to lock it behind you and then following the Spaniard outside to his car.

“So Francis set this up?” Antonio asked as he pulled the car out onto the main road.

“Yeah. He’s constantly setting me up on dates.” You scoffed and rolled your eyes as you turned to see Antonio’s reaction.

“Really? Who was the last one?” He glanced over at you, his eyes shining with curiosity.

“Gilbert Beilshmidt, an egotistical asshole who could only talk about how awesome he was.”

Antonio’s laughter surprised you and you frowned as you stared at him.

“Yeah, that’s Gil!”
“Wait, you know him?”
“Yeah! Francis, Gil and I are best friends.”

“Oh.” Now you really felt bad, having insulted his friend like that. Your cheeks flamed bright red as you turned to look out the window.

“It’s okay, chica, no need to turn into a tomato!” Antonio laughed, glancing at you.

A…. tomato?!

“You’re comparing me to a tomato?” you asked, your voice sounding a little hurt.

“Well, err, there’s nothing wrong with tomatoes! I love tomatoes!” the Spaniard said quickly, a panicking tone coming to his voice.

“Oh. Okay!” you laughed, a grin slowly spreading on your lips.

“I thought you were mad at me for a second,” Antonio laughed, rubbing the back of his neck.


Antonio popped yet another grape tomato into his mouth, looking over at you with a goofy grin.

“You really like tomatoes, huh?” you giggled, picking one up and rolling it between your fingers.

“Yeah! They’re so good!” he replied, taking yet another one.

You slowly brought the tomato to your mouth, biting into it. “It is pretty good!” you agreed, grabbing another one.

“I’m gonna have to keep you around for a bit, chica!” Antonio laughed as he put an arm around your shoulder lazily.

“Sounds like a plan.”