One-shots! Hetalia x Reader!

Tiny Love (Spain x Reader)

It was another quaint afternoon for Le Petit Amour, a cafe owned by Francis Bonnefoy, a former pastry chef at a famous restaurant in Paris. The cafe was neither too quiet nor loud; nor was it too crowded nor empty. There was just the right amount of noise and quiet with the right amount of people, and Antonio liked it that way. He was glad that Francis offered this a day job when he first moved into Russia, and he's been very thankful for it. Despite being a principal dancer at the ballet company for nearly half a decade, he managed to balance his time to work part-time at Francis' cafe. 

Le Petit Amour looked like a hub for international students, and for foreigners who were looking for jobs or to ask questions on places were they can stay. The Russian patrons they had even joked with Francis that he should consider putting up a school behind the cafe, due to the majority of the foreigners being students studying in his cafe. Antonio nearly jumped out of his skin when Francis actually did reconsider the joke, he had to stop him right there and remind Francis that the intentions of his business was to be quiet and relaxing for him--not like the work he had back in Paris.

Antonio's head perked up from the counter as he saw Feliciano and Lovino entering the cafe with smiles and the bickering. It seemed strange for Antonio to see Lovino smiling  brightly when his shift is about to start. Hell, it's unusual for Lovino to take the night shift that ends at three in the morning. 

"What's with the good mood today, mi amigos?" Antonio added the whip cream on the frappe he was making. 

"It's Student Night!" Feliciano cheered. "And fratello's crush is going to be doing some poetry."

"Ohhh?" Lovino blushed red at Antonio's tone. "Who is it?"

"I'm not telling you who the ragazza is, dammit." 

"It's that Belgian girl, isn't it?" Francis popped in as he added new desserts inside the bakery case for display.

Lovino's faced turned redder as he started to stutter whatever comeback he was trying to think of. The three suppressed their laughs before they can get a taste of Lovino's signature headbutt. It was a delight for Antonio to see the two Italians in a good mood at the same time, it hardly happens unless it's a special occasion like Christmas or birthdays. The calmest days for Lovino would be Sunday mornings when the three would go to church together.

Antonio sticks in a blue and white straw on the frappe and rings the bell before calling out the customer's name.

"Well, that was my last customer for today's shift." Antonio stretched his arms. 

"You're not staying?" Feliciano looked at Antonio sadly as he tied his apron around his waist.

"No, I've got some errands to do at home." 

Which was half of a lie. Antonio just wanted some time for himself. The entire month had been socially exhausting for Antonio. He took three days off from the cafe since he had to fly to China for a two week dance workshop, then when he went straight to Spain to attend a family reunion that lasted for three days and attended his brother's wedding on the Friday of that week as his best man, and last week he had to teach some kids at a local college with matching interviews from them for a report that was assigned to them. Besides, he had some of his shoes to fix before practice tomorrow morning at the studio.

Antonio stepped out of the cafe and into the snow-filled streets of Moscow. Winter in Russia was beautifully dangerous for Antonio. He loved the thick blankets of snow that filled the city, but he never liked the loads of laundry he had to do every winter. He didn't think that he could feel an attachment for Moscow, or consider the place as his home. It rarely snows where he comes from, Granada and Moscow were two different personalities.