~Dare I Say~ [Spain x Reader x Romano]

~Dare I Say~ {Spain x Reader x Romano}

A song fictional story, where the song belongs to Alexander Rybak (who written and sang this song)

Link: www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bydzj-…

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Antonio looked at his ceiling, sighing aloud. Hearing the familiar sound of the springs, he got up from his bed, standing up.


Stretching his arms over his head, he couldn't help but to feel that the house was all but full of silence.


'It seems only yesterday, ____ moved out...oh wait, it was yesterday...'


Antonio laughed silently at himself. Stopping, he looked around his room, seeing that it was still the same...but just empty without _____, his best friend.


Friend...it seemed it was only that when _____ was a roommate in his house...but when she started going out with Lovino, Antonio started to see her in a different way.


Antonio sighed, trying to get through the day. He changed out of his pajamas and looked through his closet for some nice clean clothes.


Changing into a simple red T-shirt and jeans, Antonio observed his room. His  bed (with white covers and matching pillow sheets) was  to the left side, while a small table was near it; serving as a nightstand, since a lamp and his tomato alarm clock was on it.


His wooden floors were slightly warm from the sunlight shining through the window in his room. He smiled as he admired the outside; another sunny day, he liked how the sun made the room looked brighter, given to the fact that the walls were painted a mellow shade of brown, making the room cozy.


Antonio went outside his room, stepping out to the hallway. Seeing the other bedroom, he looked inside.


He saw nothing, nothing that gave any impression that it used to be someone's room. Especially when it was ______'s room.


Antonio went inside the empty room, standing in the middle. Rubbing his neck awkwardly, he looked around, remembering some good memories.


Shaking his head, he went out and went downstairs going to the kitchen. He slid on his socks on the kitchen floor. He merely glide across the kitchen with his arms out for balance.


Sliding to a stop, Antonio chuckled as he reached for a tomato, eating it casually, as if it were an apple. Chewing on the juicy fruit, he thought of ______, feeling more lonesome than ever.


Wiping his mouth with his arm, he walked around his house, feeling the slight emptiness. He walked past his music room when he stopped at the corner and walked backwards.


Antonio looked inside, seeing his many instruments still in the same places, waiting to be used. Antonio's fingers twitched slightly, his brain getting that weird but good creativity thinking once more.


I haven't wrote a song in awhile... he thought. Thinking of you, he came up with something, as he walked inside. Going up to the piano, he played a few chords.


"There is a girl.." he muttered to himself as the chords went with his voice.


Grinning widely he went to his guitar, placing it on his lap as he thought up of more lyrics. "...I'm thinking of her..."


Antonio, suddenly grabbed pen and some music sheets, as he started thinking of a song.


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This went on for several days, as he started to write a song for ______.


If one would stalk the sexy Spanish man through the window (or something) one would see him on the floor with him hovering over papers, a pencil being tapped on his hand as he wrote some words down but then scratching it.


They would see him suddenly standing up, pacing up and down the floor, getting the blood flowing to the brain. Sometimes, the Spanish man would lightly hit his head, as he tried to think. Antonio would then grab his guitar and pick from the stand and start strumming several times.


Antonio would then nod his head, placing the pick in his mouth as he wrote with the pen the certain chords. He continued this way with the guitar, now recording it, so that he may play with other instruments.

It's not done...maybe in the middle of the song...it needs something else...


Whenever it was time to sleep, Antonio would grab the music and look over them as he got ready for bed.


"Honestly, who misspells that!" he would sometimes yell at the paper. He would then start to speak in his native language, saying words that may not be worth translating, nor repeating.


At mornings, Antonio would get up, eat tomatoes, and go straight to the music room, editing and playing his songs, little by little.


Wanted to start the song with a ballet of some sort, Antonio cracks his knuckles, then massaging them, to relax the muscles.


Fingers hovering the piano keys, and yearning to play music, Antonio started to play, but stops as he reached with a pen to write notes down. Antonio turned on his computer, and put on his headphones, then started the guitar part. Then he started to play, accompanying and harmonizing with the guitar.


After recording, thus finishing with the piano part, Antonio needed some more instrumental to give more meaning to the song.


Antonio listened to the guitar and piano, thinking of what to play next. Stopping the recording, Antonio switched from keyboard piano to the strings and played on till, again it was time to sleep.

Next morning, same routine, but more bigger determination for writing the song.

Next, drums and cymbals. Antonio was on his computer, working furiously; typing codes that edit the song. Antonio, when feeling rather peckish*, reached over and grabbed a bag of tomato-flavored chips.

<hr_{peckish: adj. hungry: we were both feeling a bit peckish and there was nothing to eat.}    


Antonio rewind some parts of the song, muttering to himself. "Could use some beats here..." while he wrote the note down on a piece of paper. When satisfied with the written rhythms, Antonio, once again, placed his headphones over his ears, as he went around to his drum sets.


*piano...guitar...*Antonio read the music notes, listening carefully. Playing on the right cues, the drums maintain the beat of the song. Antonio knew that without the drums, there is no emphasis to the other instruments and vocals. He felt perspiration on his forehead as he moved his arms.


...Let's just to say, Antonio was very sore the next morning.


Despite his aching arms, Antonio proceeded to play, listening to his almost complete song. The Spanish man looked around awkwardly as he played the bass, plucking the strings with right hand, his left hand moving along the fingerboard.


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Time for an all nighter~!


Antonio stayed in the music room, having a cup of coffee by his side. Yawning, Antonio looked at the empty paper which would soon be written with words that will serve as the lyrics for her song.  


Please tell your boyfriend that I'm not a threat causing Antonio to snicker to himself, thinking of Lovino.

'Stupid tomato eating bastardo! Get away from her!' echoed in his head. "Ah, Lovino..." His eyelids drooped down slightly, making Antonio to take in a deep breath and rubbed his face.

2:11 AM


Antonio leaned on his hand, his arm supporting the weight of his head, as he focused on finishing the lyrics.


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~The next morning~


Emma [Belgium] woke up to the sound of her phone ringing on her nightstand. Emma groaned from under the covers, a hand reaching out in the dark for her phone.


Pressing the button, she emerged from the covers. Slowly opening her eyes, but shutting them quickly from the sudden brightness of the screen, she groggily answered the call.


"H-Hello..?" she said sleepily. *cue the typical movie move of cutting the screen in half: showing the other side of the call* Antonio, despite his tired eyes, was currently cooking brunch. "Buenos Dias. sleepy head~!" he said in his cheerful voice.



Emma groaned, looking at the time: 1:20 PM "Antonio Fernandez Carriedo," she said, laying back on her pillow. "It's 1:20 PM on a Saturday...please tell me you have a good reason why you woke me up on this wonderful day."



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~Timeskip~


"So that's why you called me here?" Emma said, staring at her Spanish friend as he prepared brunch for himself and for her. Setting a plate of churros in front of Emma, he prepared a plate for himself as he sat down in front of her.


"Si, and since I'm finished with the music, I wanted to get a start on the vocals." he said, setting aside his fork, grabbing his final copy of the lyrics. "Finished this last night." he said proudly.


Emma wiping her mouth with a napkin, she took the papers from Antonio and read the lyrics. Halfway through the paper, she looked at him with surprise and awe. "This is really good, Antonio! And this is about her?!"


She looked it over again, "Wow, this is probably your best song yet!" She smiled at Antonio, whilst he smiled back. "I've never knew you felt this way about _____." she laughed.


Antonio nodded. "Yeah it's too bad, _____'s never going to hear it anyway." he said cheerfully, making Emma's smile falter.


"O-oh, okay..?" Antonio explained further on with the vocals. "I'll be singing most of it, but," he said, holding the paper, and showing to Emma. "Around here, you would be my background singer~!"


Emma smiled, nodding determinedly, wanting nothing but for her Spanish friend to be happy.
"Got it~!"


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Antonio led Emma to his music room which was already set up. Emma walking to her microphone, she admired her friend's room. Then she noticed the trash, which was overflowing with crumpled up, rejected balls of paper. "Geez...wasting trees?" she teased.


Antonio winked and did a sound check for his song. Pressing the space bar, Antonio started the song, listening.


Emma listened to the song, smiling brightly, as the drums started to add emphasis and rhythm. "This sounds amazing, Antonio." she complimented him. "Grazie," pausing the song and pressing restart. Handing a headphone to Emma, and placing another set on his head, he started the song with a 5 second beginning of silence.


"Dare I Say, take one"

*piano starts*

Far from the pla-


Antonio stopped singing hearing an upbeat tune going off. Looking at Emma, she blushed but giggled. "Opps, sorry!" she said, putting her phone on silent.


Giving him a thumbs up, Antonio started the song again.


"Dare I Say, take two" ***cue the music guys***


*piano*
Antonio:
Far from the place
Where I'm writing this song
There is a girl
To whom my heart belongs
She doesn't know
That I'm thinking of her
But again
That's not the point

She makes me glad
Just by being alright
Though I would wish
That just for one night
She would come back
And again we'd be friends
Like those times
When love never ends

Watching your picture
I feel I'm with you
And your hand is flirting with mine
Maybe it's pointless
But what can I do?
Knowing you're one of a kind

Honestly
I know I'll be fine

But dare I say
You are amazing in every way
And would you mind
If we woke up with each other each day?

But then I remember that I'm just a guy
And still I keep dreaming of you
Cause that's all I can do

You said you loved him
The last time we met
Please tell your boyfriend
That I'm not a threat
That I'm not afraid
I know the difference
Between right and wrong
But again
That's not the point

Sometimes I sleep
With a smile on my face
Cause dreaming of you
Makes me glad
And then I wake up
While I'm still in my dream
The sweet kiss
That we never had

Honestly,
How foolish is that?

But dare I say
You are amazing in every way
And would you mind
If we woke up with each other each day?

But then I remember that I'm just a guy
And still I keep dreaming of you
Cause that's all I can do

Emma [background singer]:
(Dare I say?
Ooh
Would you mind?)

But dare I say
You are amazing in every way
And would you mind
If we woke up with each other each day?

But then I remember that I'm just a guy.

Antonio stopped, smiling, feeling accomplished. Emma applauded, who had lots of fun. They both froze when they heard another person clapping.

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Guys...I'm pretty tired, so I've decided to leave off with a 'cliffhanger' so yeah...

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