“Are you sure you want to do this chica!?” Antonio asked as he leaned over the side of the gated pen. You wanted to participate in his country’s tradition of The Running of The Bulls. This year you wanted to participate with Antonio, Francis and Gilbert. What better practice since Antonio had a bull of his own?
“Of course!” you nodded and stood ready to run
“When I say go, I’ll release him, ok? His horns aren’t sharp at all so he can’t hurt you too much.” Antonio called as he gripped the latch to the bull’s pen.
“Gotcha….” You took a few deep breaths and shook your arms to get you pumped.
“GO!!” Antonio yelled and you began sprinting as his bull’s hooves stomped behind you. You ran as the large bovine charged after you hot on your tail.
You dashed across the maze-like trail Antonio set up for you as practice. The bull grunted as he spotted you as he raced around a corner. Antonio’s bull was pretty big, slightly larger than the ones you’d be running from. Of course, there’s a dozen bulls chasing after you in the real event. This is just one.
Up ahead you saw the second pen you were supposed to lure the bull into. You were so close to victory until you felt a crushing pain in your side. You saw blood and two large horns.
“(y/n)!” Antonio dashed over and quickly yelled at the bull in Spanish. It snorted and walked into the pen calmly.
“owwww….” You groaned as Antonio lifted you up and carried you bridal style.
“you’ve been gored pretty badly. I don’t recommend moving or your stitches will open up. You’re lucky the bull’s horns were sharp or long enough to have done more serious damage” the doctor explained and left the house. Antonio held his head in his hands and looked at you.
“I knew I shouldn’t have let you done that!” Antonio sighed.
“It’s not your fault. I wanted practice” you looked up at him. He came over and lifted up the side of your shirt. You had two large stitches holes in your sides where the bull’s horns dug into you.
“Hey Spain!” you heard Gilbert and Francis come inside the house.
“Hola mi amigos” Antonio smiled at them.
“Ma fleur, what happened?” Francis came over and gestured to your wounds.
“I got gored a bit by Antonio’s bull” you explained
“Be lucky you didn’t die frau! 13 people have died from getting gored in the Running of the Bulls” Gilbert added
“I’m not going to participate, I’m staying here with (y/n)” Antonio looked up at his two friends.
“No! You’ve been waiting for this event for months! Go have fun! Don’t let me be a burden!” you protested.
“But who’s going to take care of you? You can’t get up from the couch!” Antonio retorted as Francis and Gilbert sat down on chairs and listened
“Feliciano and Lovino can watch me. We can stay here and watch the event on TV” you smiled as Antonio sighed in defeat.
“He can’t say no to (y/n)” Gilbert chuckled into Francis’ ear who nodded.
“Just don’t get hurt like I did, got it?” you pretended to pout up at him. Spain chuckled and ruffled your hair playfully and affectionately.
“That won’t happen. I’ve been doing it for centuries” Antonio added
“Ve, we get to hang out with (y/n)!” Italy chirped and hugged you. You giggled and hugged him back as Romano turned on the television. Roars of applause and cheer rang through TV as you quickly spotted your three friends lined up to run from the pack of angry bulls.
“I can’t believe that tomato bastard’s bull gored you then he has the nerve to go to the event!” Lovino hissed.
“I told him to go. I didn’t want him to miss out on having fun” you explained as Lovino sat on the recliner with his arms folded. Feliciano sat on one end of the couch with your feet on his lap.
I felt so bad waiting here at the starting line. (y/n) was injured while practicing for this event because she wanted to run with me, Francis and Gilbert. The race began.
Gil, Francis and I dashed like crazy along with several others. My guilt just kept growing the more I ran. I saw a detour in the streets of the event. I dashed and leaped over a barrier.
“Toni, where are you going?!” Gilbert yelled at me and continued running.
“I’m going home to mi amore!” I cheered and several bystanders clapped and cheered me on.
“That tomato bastard just ditched the race!” Lovino pointed at the television.
“He left?” you raised an eyebrow and looked at the screen.
“It appears one of the runners for the event has left the designated streets” a female reporter announced
“I’m going home to mi amore!” Antonio yelled as the camera zoomed in on him and people began clapping and cheering for him.
You blushed and wondered if it was you he was talking about.
“He means you stupido” Lovino caught your blush and looked at you.
“He’s crazy about you bella! He told us so over the phone when he-a asked us to watch you~” Feliciano grinned
The door slammed open and Antonio was sweating and panting. He didn’t stop until he dashed to the couch. He scooped your chin up in his hands and kissed you fiercely and passionately.
You gasped from the shock but soon relaxed and melted into the kiss.
“Te amo (y/n)…..” Antonio panted and took deep breathes.
“I love you too Toni” you blushed and looked into his deep emerald eyes.
“Come on Fratello, let’s leave (y/n) and big brother Spain alone” Feliciano grabbed Lovino and left as the southern Italian swore and cussed out the door.
“You left the event for me?” you asked
“I did say I left for mi amore” Antonio winked at you as your scarlet cheeks became darker.
Antonio leaned in and kissed you deeply and gently again. Your fingers tangled in his chocolate locks as his hands cupped your cheeks and pulled you closer to him.
“I can’t believe Antonio ditched us!” Gilbert fumed angrily as the two walked along the empty streets after the bull run was completed.
“I told him to” Francis shrugged
“What!? Why did you do that!?” Gilbert smacked Francis on the shoulder
“I could tell he was guilty about leaving (y/n) at the house, I told him to run home to her if he needed to,” Francis explained and rubbed his shoulder.
“They better be happy together or the awesome me will be most upset!” Gilbert marched towards Antonio’s house with Francis casually walking behind him.
here's the requested Spain x Injured!Reader. I hope it's not crappy. I tried my best. I greatly appreciate comments. I am still accepting requests!~ Thank you to all my lovely readers who read my creations and have wonderfully requested something!~
Well country you decide and injury I was injured 5 years ago by a horse that kicked me in my face so I just thought how it would've ended if I had someone that cared. Its a pretty serious injury and I could get into detail if you'd like
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