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Cooking for dummies (An England X Reader By: Akai Raion) Enjoy~~~~ You sighed as shoppers walked by your bakery shop, staring wondrously at the sweets it possessed but never risking stepping inside to buy any. The snicker-doodles with cinnamon swirls and sugar cookies with frosting and sprinkles seemed pretty enticing, but lately no one seems to appreciate sweets. Untying your (Fav/color) apron from your waist and pulling it over your somewhat messy hair, you started to make your way over the the door, flipping the open sign to closed. It had been a long and uneventful day, sadly much like every day this week and right now, all you really

(Name) squealed in utter joy. It was a very special day. It was the birthday of her British crush, Arthur Kirkland. She had to do many preparations first, before her beloved friend would come home from work. (Name) was sure to make it a surprise. Now, turning her attention to important matter. She had to buy specific, very British decorations, to match Arthur's taste. Even though, he might consider it too childish. First on her list, were the table cloths. They had to have a Union Jack design on them. Oh how patriotic. Thank god (Name) just bought it. She made sure the table cloths were tidy, so she could set it later. (Name) smiled, as she t

It is finally time to go to school. You got ready and got all the stuff you need. All you have to do it go out and wait for your bus. When you got to your bus stop you were expecting for a bus to be there for you but instead a limo. A man wearing an outfit like a secret agent standing there next to the limo's door. He suddenly saw you and spoke. “You must be Ms. (y/n) am I right?” he ask. “Y-yes” you told him. “Please take a sit inside, we are driving you to school, and it is our master's order to take you to school with him.” He said opening the door for you. “Master?” you ask “Yes M

“Look (y/n)” Lenore walked over and handed her younger cousin a dandelion. (y/n) was now the age of five, Lenore being six. “Pretty” (y/n) giggled as Lenore tucked it into her hair. The two girls played in the yard of Flavio’s mansion under the watch of Kuro and Lutz. “(Y/n)! Someone’s here to see you!” Flavio called out, meaning Luciano was home. (y/n) stood on her short legs and brushed the grass and dirt off before running inside. Lenore dashed after her eagerly into the large estate. “Papa!” (y/n) beamed as she flashed her small teeth at him. Luciano smiled and picked her up

   (Full name), or the country of (country name), walked down the road, her (h/c) hair waving and a stack of papers in her hand. The morning sun beat down on her, even if it was only ten thirty. Her destination was Arthur Kirkland's house; he is the country of England.   The larger country had missed the meeting so ________ took it upon herself (actually Germany forced her) to make sure he got the materials. She would have done it anyway, for she was slightly worried about Arthur. What if he's sick? Or what if something bad happened to him? No, there was a good explanation as to why he missed the UN meeting.   Eventually, _______ made her

 Choose your Hetalia family You were an orphan. Though many wanted you. Many adopters wanted you to be their new family member. You guessed that they've read your history and wanted to adopt you out of pity. You hoped that the family you would choose are good people. You sighed and this polite lady approached you with a beam on her face. You tilted your head because you were wondering what were with the folders. "_______~!" She called your name sweetly. "C'mon deary, it's time for your interview with your adopters" You nodded in reply and followed. First off were the Nordics. The polite lady said to be nice and you shouldn't be shy sinc

                You smiled softly down at Ludwig’s sleeping face as his features were gently bathed in moonlight streaming in from the window. He was so peaceful in repose, without stress or worry or any of the emotions that plagued him in wakefulness to etch hard lines into his features. And it had been so long since the easy curves of a true smile had appeared on his face that you could barely remember what one looked like.                His feathery blond hair glimmered finely in the moonlight as he murmured something undecipherable in his sleep, shifting slightly in his sleep so that his sculpted silhouette was thrown into glorio