Dark!SpainxReader .:Mine Alone:.

"Yes Romano?" You asked, looking at him, "What is it? What happened to you?" 

"It's Spain! He's gone ballistic!" Romano answered, half screeching half yelling, "I came to you because I knew you could do something about it!" He stopped and bent over with his hands on his knees, out of breath, "Please... (Name)...You have to do something." He panted after a little while. 

Your eyes got wide and you sprinted past Romano toward Spain's house. Once you got there you pounded on the door, yelling, "OPEN THE DOOR SPAIN! I NEED TO TALK TO YOU!" You stopped after a little while and leant against the wall next to the door. 

Spain heard you pounding and yelling and opened the door with an evil grin, "Hola chica! What would you like to talk to me about?" He watched you panting and tilted his head slightly, "Why are you out of breath?" 

"I ran all the way here! Just because Romano asked me to!" You snapped back at him, glaring slightly, "Why have you gone ballistic?!" It wasn't exactly a question, it was more of a demand. You wanted an explanation, and you wanted it right then. 

Spain just blinked and pulled you inside, "You really want to know?" He asked, still smiling, "Are you sure? I don't think you want to know." 

"I asked you why you went ballistic! Answer my question!" You snapped again. You were worried, you really were, and his attitude towards the whole thing wasn't helping in the slightest. "I have all day, Spain!" You added after a while. 

Spain's smile disappeared and he glared at you, "Like I said, (Name), you really don't want to know." He took a step toward you and you backed up, almost in sync. 

"Well I do want to know! So tell me!" You replied, crossing your arms and staring Spain straight in the eye. "Or I'll... I don't know what I'll do, but you won't like it!" 

Spain laughed and smirked again, "Alright, since you really want to know, (Name). I'll tell you." He gripped your wrist and took a step toward you, leaning in to your ear to whisper something, "I want you to be mine, and mine alone. I can't let anyone else have you, (Name). Promise me you'll be mine alone." 

You felt your face heat up and you stiffened, "S-Spain.. That's no reason to..." You were cut off by Spain kissing you forcefully. 

"Promise you'll be mine alone." Spain repeated. 

"I promise."