Seven minutes in Hetalia Heaven

2p!England x Reader part 2

When you woke up, you were underneath soft covers on a comfortable bed. You pulled down the covers, and looked around the room. You noticed your closet, lamp, alarm clock, and clothes strewn about the room. 'Just a normal day' you thought to yourself as you hopped out of bed and went to your dresser to get dressed. You wore your favorite sweats, a loose tank top, a Hetalia sweatshirt, and your bright orange converse. Once you were dressed, you went to the bathroom and put on some light makeup. After that, you went to the door, ready to make some delicious waffles for yourself. You closed your eyes and yawned as you walked out of the room to the hallway. However, the floor you felt underneath your toes wasn't your soft carpet, it was hardwood flooring. You opened your eyes slowly and saw a huge spiral staircase in front of you, with pink and blue colors everywhere. You started to back up into "your room" when you backed up into something.
"Good morning poppet. How did you sleep?" Was the only thing you heard before you remembered what happened last night. Your memories came back like a ton of bricks and you fell down on top of Oliver, knocking both of you to the ground. His head hit the door frame, and he temporarily lost consciousness. You quickly stood up and jumped over the railing into the soft rug covering the majority of the main floor. You hit the ground and rolled, not a single injury, and kept running through the ginormous house. You ran through the kitchen, which was filled with the devilishly sweet smell of cupcakes, but you had to resist. You finally made it to a bedroom, shut the door and locked it. For good measure, you propped a chair up against it. You slumped onto the king sized bed and looked around. By the color scheme represented in the rest of the house still continuing in here, you figured this was his master suite. You got up off the bed and walked around, examining the many things he had on his shelves. You then hear a far away voice, yelling your name.
"_____! Poppet! Where are you love? I'm not going to hurt you! I just want to talk! ehehehehe" the footsteps were getting closer. You looked around for a place to hide, and spotted the bathroom door. You ran over and opened it up. You closed it and locked it, looking around for another door. You see another and think its a small closet. You open it and see a ginormous clothes closet with hundreds of the same outfit he wears everyday. You close the door, lock that too, and started running through the closet as you hear the bedroom door being rattled.
"Poppet, I know you're in here. You can't hide from me." You hear as you speed up and run through the maze of a closet. You finally find a dark corner and from a distance, here the *snap* of wood from the bathroom door breaking. You hide in a corner behind a long suit, and curl up into a ball. The closet door opens, and footsteps replace the silence that the closet had before.
"Here poppet. Come on poppet, I don't want to hurt you" *giggles* 'yeah sure' you think to yourself as the footsteps come closer. You see his long shadow in the entrance to your wing of the closet. His shoes click on the hardwood floors as they come closer to you. The shadow stops in front of you and you hear him utter something.
"Oh poppet. Did you really think I wasn't going to find you in my own house? You don't know me very well do you?" He said this while pulling the clothes apart on the racks, exposing your hiding place.

You turn your face to his, fear written all over it. This time however, he wasn't phased. He held out his hand, and you reluctantly took it, not really having any other choice. He then whisked you into his arms, and carried you out of the closet bridal style with your head resting on his shoulder, unwillingly. When you got out, he brought you to the kitchen and set you in a comfortable chair. He started making waffles, your favorite ((sorry if they're not)). You rested your head on the table, exhausted from all the running that morning. You heard the click of a plate hitting the table in front of your head, and looked up. In front of you was a stack of five or so thick waffles ((like the kind you get in those fancy hotels)) covered in butter and syrup. Immediately, you started to dig in, not caring about your appearance. In a minute or so, you had wolfed down all of the waffles, and were still hungry. You then looked around, and saw Oliver staring at you in amazement.

"What did I do?" You asked the puzzled Brit.

"You just ate five bloody waffles in a minute!" He exclaimed

"I'm not seeing the problem here. Explain."

"Do you do that every morning poppet?"

"Do what?"

"Scarf down as much food as you can in less than a minute?"

"Yeah...problem?"

"No...just...amazement...wow. Would you like more?"

"No, I'm fine thank you, I'll just wait for lunch. Unless you plan of letting me go back to my house any time soon, I would like ten grilled ham and cheese sandwiches with a can or two of tomato soup." He resumed the shocked look he had on his face from before as you got up, and went to "your room". When you got it you flopped onto the bed and hopped on your phone. After what seemed like a minute, Oliver knocked on your door.

"Are you decent, poppet?"

"No I'm delivering pizza" you said in reply, causing him to let out a giggle, "come in" he came in with a small smirk on his face. He saw how you were absorbed into your phone and jumped onto the bed next to you. At first he stared at the ceiling. But his eyes slowly wandered over to your phone screen, trying to see if what you were doing was of any interest to him. What he saw was the camera pointing toward your face, taking a selfie. He put his face in the frame and made a funny face before it took the picture. You both looked at the picture and giggled.

"Lets do another one" you said, "here, turn your head and look at me" you said, and he abided, still smiling. You kept your head facing the camera, and at the last second, he gave you a quick peck on the cheek, making you blush. "O-Oliver? W-What was t-that for?" You said as your blush got darker. He took the phone from your hand, and turned your face to his. He started the timer on the phone and stared deeply into your eyes before pressing his lips gently to yours. Your eyes shut as the shutter went off, and took a picture of the two of you lip locked. You two kissed for a moment more before you snapped out of the moment. "No, no, no." You said as you pulled away and hopped off the bed, "this isn't supposed to happen" you think out loud.

"What isn't supposed to happen poppet?" He asked you as he got up off the bed also, and walked over to you.

"I'm not supposed to love you." You said as you looked into his eyes.

"Why, _____? Why can't you love me?" He asked as he put his hands on your shoulders and looked you in the eyes.

"Well, it's just that you kill people and put them in your cupcakes. And I don't want that to happen to me!" You say to his face as you try to shrug off his hands, "I have to leave here." You say and get his hands off, making a beeline for the door. He grabs your wrist and spins you around, pushing you against the wall.

"Poppet. I don't know why this wont get through your pretty little skull but I AM NOT GOING TO KILL YOU BECAUSE I AM IN LOVE WITH YOU!" He said to your in a very serious voice. You realized you have always loved him, but have been afraid to say it. You looked at the ground, a little embarrassed, but he lifted your chin with his finger and smiled. "_____? Would you like to live with me? As in not against your will?" He asked you.

"Yes, I would love that." You replied and pulled him into a kiss, you really did love him.
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DONE! Oh my friggin god that was long! Sorry for making it long.. Unless you really liked it!

~henry~