Star Crossed

(Spain x Reader)

As promised I will be continuing all fanfics that have been pre made, I refuse to leave people hanging.

Alright everyone, this is the first official chapter to this story, I’ll post the sneak peak below to give you the jest of it before you actually get a chance to read this. Thanks for being patient with me! Without further ado, Star Crossed.

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Buckinghamshire

“Can you jump any slower?” I hissed through my teeth as we leaped over yet another building, the palace was in sight at his point but of course, Romano was keeping me back.” The younger male only cursed under his breath in his mother tongue, Italian.

“Che…” I simply shook my head and scurried across the roof with the faint lining of a smile across my rosy cheeks; it wasn’t exactly freezing but it sure was frigid, England wasn’t the warmest of places. At this point I’d have to say that I did in fact miss the warmth of my apartment by the docks, sure New York was not known for it’s heat but it was pretty warm during this time of the year.

“Just a few more buildings and we should be able to make entry.” I saw a grin flash across Romano’s face; a very rare occurrence. “I see someone’s happy.”

“I just want to get paid ragazza. Plus I fucking hate England.” I didn’t respond, and instead kept my pace up before stopping on top of the English palace of Buckinghamshire. I pressed my foot against a few of the ceiling bricks before finding a needle in a hay stack.

“I found one.” I waved over to the Naples born Italian and he rushed over with a look of greed. His olive skin shivering due to the intense lucid temperature up here, his golden eyes glazed over with a fire beneath them, I couldn’t help but stare, he’d only shown this side of him when on missions with big paychecks.

“Buono.” He stated simply before bending down and ripping at the deteriorating cream brick. “Grab the pipe.” I nodded and thrust it towards him, we’d have to hurry now that we were on the palace. I flung my glasses on to keep broken shards from piercing my eyes, Romano quickly broke apart the worn bricks and one by one they came apart like limestone.

“Well this is going easier than I expected.” I Smiled darkly, handing Romano the wire rope that we’d use to get into the palace from the high ceiling. “I believe the jewels are a few rooms from were we’re standing.” I whispered above me, Romano didn’t respond but I knew he understood what to do. I jumped down below silently and helped my partner in crime down the short jump.

“I’ll go left, you right, and if you hear something duck and cover.” I nodded before speeding to the right, I couldn’t help but admire the paintings and the fancy decorations throughout the sleepy castle, still, something was telling me to speed up.

“It’s so pretty…” I whispered to myself allowing the peacefulness of the castle to lull me as I slowed my pace down to a steady walk. I opened a few doors and checked all of the walls to make sure there were no hidden passageways. Nothing. Zilch. Nada.

“Are you serious..” I sighed and puffed my cheeks out in irritation before falling to my knees in one of the many darkly lit bedrooms.  This was the third failed attempt this month and I needed my rent money “Stupid Arthur…stupid money.” I sighed and pulled out my cellphone before sending Romano a short text, he’d need to meet back with me. Perhaps he found something of value? I just want something to return home with.

“¿Sei ok?” I froze immediately, a calm voice penetrating my bubble. “¿Ciao?” I shivered once again; whoever this was they weren’t English. I slowly rose from my place on the floor and turned to where the voice was coming from. In the middle of the room sat a young man, not much could be made out about him aside from his bright lime eyes that stared into my own (e/c)’s ones in fascination.

“¿Parli italiano?” I shook my head with caution, I had no idea who this was but he must have been important for him to be here invited and in a bed ten times more expensive than my life savings. “…uh…do you speak English?” Even though I knew what he was saying at this point I made no move to consul him, instead I did as all the masses did and got the fuck out of there.  After a bit of running and paced breath I’d finally run into Romano who was scrolling angrily through a small library in what looked like a tearoom.

“I see you didn’t find anything.” He stated knowingly.

“Yeah….about that….” He turned to me, his golden eyes blazing in an anger that I’d come to know very well. “Someone saw me.” Romano thrust the books back into their snug homes before gripping my hand tightly and dragging me out of the room.

“I know you’re new to this but damn.” I rolled my eyes and pulled away before stomping my foot rather childishly. It wasn’t my fault the guy was awake! How was I suppose to know?

“He didn’t seem to know much English and it was dark….plus he didn’t chase after me.” Romano rolled his hand around in a taunting manner as we continued to speed walk towards our escape route.

“Yeah and lets say he’s contacted help and the guards are on their way to kill us, then what eh?” I hadn’t really thought about this I just bolted out of there in fear; I’d never been caught before so my adrenaline had gone into overdrive. “Just move your ass, we need to go, now.” I nodded and Romano dashed towards where we’d entered not too long ago, I waited as he climbed up before I too lifted my self out of the large hole.

“Hey—“ I looked down just in time to see the boy from earlier, in his boxers. He was pointing a finger at me, his emerald eyes gazing up at me in astonishment. Before another word could leave his lips Romano had yanked me out of the crumbling hole we’d created.

“Stop fucking around, hurry up.” I couldn’t keep my mind off of the mysterious boy I’d seen even as we dashed across the rooftops yet again.

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I gripped my cup tightly into my hands as the last of its contents went down my throat warming my stomach. “How can you drink that?” I rolled my eyes and sniffed the milky residue. “It’s disgusting.” I nodded in understanding, he was so used to the strong black coffee that he drank like water back in NYC.

“I suppose you wouldn’t understand, you’re not very open to trying new things.” The Italian crossed his arms in protest before gazing hotly out the fast paced window. We were on our way to the nearest country; after escaping the palace we’d made a small detour and robbed some nobles house clean. He’d been on vacation leaving the place void of much life, his staff following suit. My backpack was filled with valuables that would sell well in the black market.

“Wake me up when we make the next stop (f/n).” I nodded and Romano drifted off to his dreams, most likely filled with tomatos of all types.

“Sure thing boss.” I stared out the window in a dapper mood, the boy from last night was still lingering in my mind despite me knowing nothing about him, not even his looks aside from his mesmerizing leaf eyes. His pleasantly plump lips that formed into a warm smile set for the ages; he was a mystery and one that I’d most likely not like to see again, yet, my shriveled mind couldn’t seem to keep the image of him from forming. “What’s a girl to do?” I questioned airily before tossing my cup into the nearest recycling box and tightening the hold on the thick rope above me, we’d be in Cherbourg soon.  I decided to take in a few of the passengers around me and my traveling companion but no one seemed to take heed to us, an old women to our left and a young girl to out right. Besides us two the cart was nearly empty, which was nice in Romano’s opinion, he loathed people with a deep hatred for reasons I deemed unclear to deal with. “Honestly, the boy needs to get himself some friends.” I smiled knowingly before allowing the constant tremors of the train to lull me to sleep.

End of chapter 1