It's Just More Fun Together ~ Hetalia x Reader One Shots

That Time of the Month (England/2p!England)

A/N I remember reading a seven minutes in heaven one-shot where England was his pirate self and it happened every month, and viola! Idea! I can't remember who wrote it, but I thank you for the inspiration. Thanks for reading! This is going to be a loooong one-shot, but I kind of like them that way. I don't own Hetalia, sadly. Or the beautiful picture.

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"Earl Grey or Peppermint, love?" England had stuck his head in your office to ask you how you were doing for about the third time that day, but this time, he offered tea.

"Earl Grey, please!" You looked up from the six inch high stack of paperwork you were working on and answered the British man, a smile working its way onto your face. The way England always made sure to check on you, even though you were only his employee, never failed to make you feel something nice on the inside. First it was a warm feeling of friendship, but that soon escalated into excited butterflies, fluttering against the walls of your stomach. 

You tried not to let a too noticeable blush hit your face when you saw him give you a kind smile, and when he exited the room, you let out a long sigh. You were in way too deep. There was absolutely no denying your feelings for this man, but you knew that there was no chance that he could return them. He was, after all, the "United Bloody Kingdom," and you were merely an employee who sorted through papers. 

Letting that depressing thought sink into your head and successfully exterminate the butterflies in your stomach, you brought your focus back to your work. After shuffling through several treaties and documents, including one that looked suspiciously like a marriage contract, you realized that England had yet to bring you your tea. (How dare he!)

You grew mildly concerned, as you knew that England took pride in his punctuality, and you decided to go downstairs and check up on him this time. You walked down the grand staircase to his kitchen, but a certain scent made you stop dead in your tracks. A very unusual yet familiar scent.

Cupcakes.

Luckily for you, a calendar was conveniently placed on the wall next to you, and you quickly checked what day it was. Frowning, you took a deep breath.

Shit! How could I have forgotten? I'm not prepared for Iggy's day of terror!  And what was this day you mentioned? 

Once a month, every month, Arthur Kirkland essentially lost his shit. He started acting like one of his various alternative forms, forgetting entirely about his "gentleman" like ways. Some were worse than others, but judging by the smell of sugar and, was that poison? that was coming from the kitchen, you were going to have the great honor of dealing with the Devil himself.

Oliver Kirkland. 

Panic and slightly more annoyance coursed through your veins at the thought. Oliver, or Ollie, as he preferred to be called, was England's cheerful and murderous 2p, and quite frankly, he scared the crap out of you. 

Mentally preparing yourself for what was to come, you inched closer to the kitchen until you finally reached it, cautiously poking your head around the door frame to see him. Your (e/c) eyes met the chaotic pink and blue eyes that made up Oliver Kirkland.

"Ah, 'ello there poppet! What are you doing hiding all the way over there? Come in, I have some freshly baked cupcakes waiting here for you!" Ollie gave you a wide grin and motioned for you to sit down at the kitchen table, which you did, albeit reluctantly. He sat in the seat across from you, propping his elbows on the table before staring you down.

You gulped and pushed a strand of (h/c) hair out of your face.

"H-Hey Ollie, how are you today?"