.:Grape Harvest:. Spain X Reader Oneshot

Notes:
-Mkay ^^ Another oneshot trade, yay!~ This one will be another sexy Spain oneshot~ And once again involves dat ass.
I do not own Hetalia, the Characters, or You*
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Your phone rang mercilessly against the counter top, seeming to make it echo much louder than you desired. You had told yourself you were going to change that ringtone, and you still hadn't gotten around to it.

With a heavy sigh, you pick up the device, looking at the caller ID: Spain. Why would he be calling during the end of summer? Usually he was busy with other things at that time. Putting your confusion to the side, you click the "talk" button and put the device to your ear.

"Hello?" you indifferently respond.

"Finally, chica! I thought you were never going to answer me!" came a rather cheerful Spaniard's voice from the other side.

"Well, I do have caller ID, so I knew who it was."

"Hey! That's not very nice!" You could practically see the pout on his face. "You know you wanted to hear my sexy voice~" his voice calmed down, turning into something much smoother. You had to admit, it was hard to disagree with him.

"Anyways, what did you call me for?" you tried to keep things on subject, and your brain from wandering.

"I need you to do a big favor. Are you busy this week?" he asked. You looked over at your calendar, seeing a few things written down, but nothing very important. It wouldn't break your heart if you missed America's tailgate party.

"Nope. Why?"

"Well, some of my workers decided to skip out on me for a relative's wedding. Romano agreed to help, but I still need an extra hand with harvesting the grapes this year. You and I would have to work on foot for the smaller fields, where the machinery won't fit. Are you up for it?" he asked. You hummed in thought. You and Spain working your fingers to the bone picking grapes in what seemed like a million degree weather… Hmmm….

"I'll work shirtless if you want~"

You nearly choked on air as you heard his sentence. "W-why would I want that?!" you protested, your face extremely red. It was a nice thought, but you wouldn't let him know that. You sighed lightly, regaining your posture. "Whatever, I'll come and help you. But there better be refreshments," you countered him. You knew it was going to be longs days and hot sun, so water would be a definite requisition.

"Aha! I'm so happy, chica! I'll see you tomorrow then!" he shouted from his end of the phone, nearly bursting your ear drum into pieces. You held the phone away from your ear slightly as he prattled on about how happy he was and how much fun you were going to have. Not to your surprise, he hung up in the middle of the conversation, probably going to talk to himself some more about it. Typical Spain.

Early the next day you hopped on a plane to Spain that was estimated to land that evening. You made sure to pack extra clothes and shoes, as well as any other supplies you figured you might need.

As you stepped off the great machine, you noticed a man in a bright red shirt waving frantically at you, jumping up and down as his arms flew back and forth. He was getting a few stares, as well as a disbelieving look from you. What in the world was he on?

With a sigh, you trudged over to him. When you were within ten feet of him, he instantly sprinted towards you, arms spread open. His eyes were closed as he smiled brightly, your own eyes growing wide as dish plates. "_____!" he sang as he grew closer. Bracing yourself for impact, you felt the weight of his body crash into yours painfully, knocking you completely off your feet as the both of you fell to the ground, his arms wrapped tightly around you. "Oh I'm so glad you finally made it! You don't know much this means to me! I've been so worried something was going to happen to you but nothing happened to you so now everything is okay! Oh, chica, I missed you!~" he wailed, spouting nonsense loudly into your ears.

"It's good to see you too," you chocked out, attempting to pry the clinging Spaniard off of your body. He never wavered, keeping his face pressed against yours tightly while he rubbed it lightly, like a kitten. You had to admit, it was pretty adorable. After a long while of odd stares and miniature wrestling, you managed to push the Spaniard off of you.

After he led you to the car and put your bags in the back, you hopped in the passenger seat and began your trek to his house. He explained that you were going to be staying in his guest room, that way you would be closer and it would be more comfortable than a hotel room. You really couldn't argue with him there.

Soon you pulled up to a large, old style Spanish villa in the middle of several fields of staked crops like tomatoes and grapes. There were also some wheat fields off in the distance, and it only added to the warm appearance of the scenery. It was truly a beautiful sight.

"Welcome to my home, _____," Spain spoke cheerfully, reaching into the back and grabbing some of your heavier bags. "Man, you pack a lot for one week," he chuckled.

A small blush rose on your face, "Well I came here to work, right? So I have to have cleaning supplies and clean clothes." He simply smiled, leading you into the house and to the guestroom, your temporary home for the next week. By the time you got settled in, it was time for dinner. You ate a delicious shrimp dish with tomatoes on the side, followed by a desert of fresh churros. Everything was enjoyable, except for when Romano threw a fit about the tomatoes and left the table early.

Now you were off to bed, ready to start the hard work of harvesting grapes in the morning.

The sun was sitting in the middle of the sky, beating down on you harshly. There was no way your brain was going to make it out without being fried. You felt like you were going to shrivel up, especially since you were sweating bullets like never before. Even with your hair tied back into a ponytail, the best of your hair looked like you just got out of a shower. It was just too hot, even when you resorted to tying your shirt Daisy Duke style.

"Come on, chica," Spain panted from beside you, picking another handful of grapes as he set them in a basket, "only two more rows for today and we're done," he tried to smile, but it looked like his lips had melted from the heat. It was unbearably miserable. You had been working for nearly five hours already, and you were still on the first row, granted you were nearly gone. Your hands were sore from plucking one grape vine after another, making sure to get every single grape.

"How can you stand to do this all the time?" you panted, standing straight up as you wiped your forehead with your arm, seeing the mass of salty secretion stick to your skin. Looking up, you saw Spain was also standing, lifting his shirt to wipe the perspiration off his forehead as well. Then your eyes caught something. The thin white shirt he was wearing had been drenched with sticky sweat, clinging to his body as it became transparent. You could see his bare chest and abdomen, and they were built and flexing as he stretched his back out from bending so long. His arms did the same thing as he stretched them over his head. And then he turned, to give you a nice view of how his dirty brown work pants clung to his rear, defining the shape well. You had never even seen a woman with as fine a rear!

"Well, I guess I just get used to it after a while. And it's kind of a hobby for me," he replied, letting his hands rest on his hips as he relaxed a bit. You mirrored his actions, moving one hand up to fan yourself. "The grapes aren't bad, though the tomatoes are much easier," he gave a small smile, looking over towards you with soft, tired eyes. You couldn't help but smile back. "That's why I like tomatoes. They're not as difficult to raise and take care, and they're not as complicated either. Just like you," his smile brightened.

Instantly your eyes widened, your cheeks burning up more than the rest of your body. Was he complimenting you, or flirting? Course, with him there wasn't much of a difference. "Thanks," you gave a soft smile. "But I think you're kind of like these grapes. You can be a pain in the butt sometimes, but in the end, you're always the sweetest one."

Instantly Spain's eyes lit up. "Oh, chica~ That was adorable! And it means so much to hear you say that," he smiled almost sadly, moving towards you and gently leaning over, pecking your cheek. Your face instantly lit up to a deep red. "You're so cute when you blush~" he cooed, ruffling the top of your hair up a bit, though it didn't do much since it was tied in a ponytail. "Now, we should probably get back to work," he spoke with a hint of apology in his words. You nodded, once again resuming your position of picking grapes.

Maybe helping Spain won't be too bad.

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