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You placed a basket of ripe, red tomatoes on the counter of the kitchen of you and Spain's home. It was the middle of harvest season, meaning that you and Spain were working hard to gather all of the tomatoes before they began to rot. It was a lot of hard work, but it was well worth it.


Spain stood at the sink, humming softly while washing off some of the tomatoes, the ever present smile still on his lips. You looked towards the table, where a feast set for kings was set: churros and paella. You let out a loud cry of happiness, causing Spain to laugh joyfully.



"Someone's hungry, aren't we, chica?"



"I've been harvesting the tomatoes all day! Yeah, I'm hungry!"



"Well then, seguir adelante y comer!!"1



You smiled widely at your father and began eating the rice. It was excellent, as always. At least it wasn't English cooking. The time that America and England came to visit and England insisted on cooking one night… You shivered. Even the memories of that horrendous food were enough to make you shudder.



Spain soon sat down with you, piling the food onto his plate. You both ate your dinners, chatting happily. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Spain looked confused, which was an amusing look, since he was still smiling.



"I'll be right back, (f/n)."



"Okay, papá."



Spain got up out of his seat and opened the door, revealing none other than Prussia and France, completing the Bad Touch Trio.



"Gilbert! Francis! What are you doing here?"



"Ohonhonhon, we want to go out drinking with you!"



Spain let his smile drop for a second. "I have a child to take care of, Francis!"



"Keseseseses! We can drop her off at West's house for the night! He must be used to dealing with children with Italy around."



Spain sighed. "Guys, I can't just leave her! And besides, I don't really want to go out drinking tonight."



France looked shocked, while Prussia had a look of 'Are You Serious' on his face. Spain just waved at them, and with an 'Adios!'  , he shut the door in their faces.



Walking back over to you, Spain smiled and said, "Sorry about that, mi tomate!"



"It's okay, papá."



Spain glanced at the clock on the wall. "It's getting late." He lifted you up, placing you on is hip. "Time for bed!"



You wanted to object, but a sudden wave of sleepiness made you yawn and nod. Spain chuckled softly.



He carried you up to your room and opened the door. He placed you on the ground so you could get changed into your pajamas. You trudged over to the large wooden dresser that housed your clothes and pulled out a pair of pajama pants and a top. You raced to the bathroom, got changed quickly, and ran back as quickly as possible.



Spain looked up as you bolted into you room and jumped under the covers of your bed. He sat on a chair that he pulled over to the side of your bed.



"So, chica, what do you want me to sing tonight?"



You pursed your lips adorably. "A Atocha va una niña??"2



Spain smiled. He knew that this was your favorite.



"A Atocha va una niña, carabí.
A Atocha va una niña, carabí.
Hija de un capitán,
carabí urí, carabí urá.
Hija de un capitán,
carabí urí, carabí urá.

¡Qué hermoso pelo tiene! carabí.
¡Qué hermoso pelo tiene! carabí.
¿Quién se lo peinará?
carabí urí, carabí urá.
¿Quién se lo peinará
carabí urí, carabí urá.

Se lo peina su tía, carabí.
Se lo peina su tía, carabí.
Con mucha suavidad,
carabí urí, carabí urá.
Con mucha suavidad
carabí urí, carabí urá.

Con peinecito de oro, carabí.
Con peinecito de oro, carabí
y horquillas de cristal,
carabí urí, carabí urá.
Y horquillas de cristal
carabí urí, carabí urá.

La niña está enfermita, carabí.
La niña está enfermita, carabí.
Quizá se curará,
carabí urí, carabí urá.
Quizá se curará,
carabí urí, carabí urá.

La niña ya se ha muerto, carabí.
La niña ya se ha muerto, carabí.
La llevan a enterrar,
carabí urí, carabí urá.
La llevan a enterrar,
carabí urí, carabí urá.

La caja era de oro, carabí.
La caja era de oro, carabí.
La tapa de cristal,
carabí urí, carabí urá.
La tapa de cristal,
carabí urí, carabí urá.

Encima de la tapa, carabí.
Encima de la tapa, carabí.
Dos pajaritos van,
carabí urí, carabí urá.
Dos pajaritos van,
carabí urí, carabí urá.

Cantando el pío, pío, carabí.
Cantando el pío, pío, carabí.
Cantando el pío, pá.
carabí urí, carabí urá.
Cantando el pío, pá,
carabí urí, carabí urá."
3



You were fast asleep before he finished the song. Spain smiled softly.



"Buenas noches, mi tomate. Te amo."4



"Kesesesesese!"



"Ohonhonhonhon!"



"It looks like Toni is going soft on us, Francis! Kesesese!"



Spain sighed and turned towards the door, where Prussia and France were looking through the crack between the door and the doorframe.



"Guys… Mi amigos… Get the fuck out of my house."
Here's the Spain version of 'Lullabies for :iconrainbow-babee:!

Uh... minor cursing, but I don't think that it's enough to put a warning.

1- go ahead and eat!

2- To Atocha a Girl Is Going

3- To Atocha a girl is going, carabee,
To Atocha a girl is going, carabee,
Daughter of a captain,
Carabee ooree, carabee oorah,
Daughter of a captain,
Carabee ooree, carabee oorah.

What lovely hair you have, carabee,
What lovely hair you have, carabee,
Who will comb it for you?
Carabee ooree, carabee oorah,
Who will comb it for you?
Carabee ooree, carabee oorah.

Her aunt combs it for her, carabee,
Her aunt combs it for her, carabee,
With much gentleness,
Carabee ooree, carabee oorah,
With much gentleness,
Carabee ooree, carabee oorah.

With a little golden comb, carabee,
With a little golden comb, carabee,
And crystal hairpins,
Carabee ooree, carabee oorah,
And crystal hairpins,
Carabee ooree, carabee oorah.

The poor girl is ill, carabee,
The poor girl is ill, carabee,
Maybe she'll recover,
Carabee ooree, carabee oorah,
Maybe she'll recover,
Carabee ooree, carabee oorah.

The girl has died, carabee,
The girl has died, carabee,
They bring her to her tomb,
Carabee ooree, carabee oorah,
They bring her to her tomb,
Carabee ooree, carabee oorah.

The coffin was made of gold, carabee,
The coffin was made of gold, carabee,
The lid was in crystal,
Carabee ooree, carabee oorah,
The lid was in crystal,
Carabee ooree, carabee oorah.

Above the lid, carabee,
Above the lid, carabee,
There were two birdies,
Carabee ooree, carabee oorah,
There were two birdies,
Carabee ooree, carabee oorah.

Singing chirpy chirpy, carabee,
Singing chirpy chirpy, carabee,
Singing chirpy chirp,
Carabee ooree, carabee oorah,
Singing chirpy chirp,
Carabee ooree, carabee oorah.

4- Goodnight, my tomato. I love you.

Hetalia is not mine.
Neither are America, England, Spain, Prussia, or France.
I don't own you.
But I DO own the story.
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QueenKawaiiPotato Featured By Owner Oct 2, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
*Wakes up and stares at Spain* What does fuck mean? 
Spain: O_O Uhh… It means when two people get together or when you are angry , it is a very bad word. 
France/Prussia: *covers mouth from laughs* 
Me: So if I am angry am I supposed to say fuck you? 
Spain: *nods* 
Me: *turns to France/Prussia and says sweetly* Fuck you. 
Spain: *runs off laughing* 
FRANCE: *backs away* 
Prussia: That ze not ze awesome ze all. {No idea how to use } 

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KirahIsCool Featured By Owner Sep 29, 2014  New member Student Filmographer
(still is awake* Me: daddy what does Fuck mean?
Spain: *mummurs* oh shit
PRussia and France: HAHAH
Spain: ...... *runs out*
Me:...... fuck you...
Prussia and France: 0-0..... *runs*
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KiraWolf54 Featured By Owner Aug 25, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
That ending... xD
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XxHetalianAtHeartxX Featured By Owner Edited Jul 13, 2014  Student Digital Artist
I heard this song before when i was a toddler and now that i am older i am like "daayuuuum that song is violent!!" xD
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itachilover1003 Featured By Owner Edited Jul 12, 2014  Hobbyist Artist
Me: daddy what does f*ck mean?
Spain:.....
Prussia/ France: *laughing like crazy*
Spain: it's the kinda relationship those two have... and only those two
Me: they f*ck? I still don't know what that means but have fun f*cking you two... night daddy
Spain: *smiles* night baby
Prussia/France: you evil evil man....
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ButterscotchRipple77 Featured By Owner Sep 14, 2014  Student Artist
*dies of laughter*
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itachilover1003 Featured By Owner Sep 18, 2014  Hobbyist Artist
Wow is it that funny
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ButterscotchRipple77 Featured By Owner Sep 18, 2014  Student Artist
*is a ghost* yes
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itachilover1003 Featured By Owner Sep 18, 2014  Hobbyist Artist
*Calls arthur and revives you* yay
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KiraWolf54 Featured By Owner Aug 25, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
OH WOW! That made my day! XD
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