Fictional Character X Reader Oneshots

Hetalia preferences- you meet their 2P.

England
"Arthur! I'm home!" I threw my keys on the table near the door. Before I heard a reply an unfamiliar scent hit me. Cupcakes. How could the sweet scent of fresh cupcakes be wafting through my house, when my boyfriend is the worst cook in the world?
"In the kitchen Poppet!" Poppet? He's never called me that before. I walk towards the kitchen to find a guy, he looked kinda like Arthur, but not. He dressed smart but in light blue and pink. His hair also had a pinkish tinge to it.
"Arthur?" He turned to look at me, his eyes were bright blue, a plate of cupcakes in his hands. I backed up against one of the kitchen surfaces. "You're not Arthur."
"Prefer the name Oliver and I guess I am Arthur. Part of him anyway." He smiled a sickly sweet smile. "Cupcake?" He held the plate forward. "Red velvet. I hear they're you're favourite."
"Uh. I never take food from weirdos who claim to be my boyfriend. You could've laced them for all I know."
"Oh no. Poison ruins the taste, doesn't make people very happy either. Sad really. Usually makes them dead too." He spoke shrugging.
"You're not selling yourself as a trustworthy guy." He placed the plate down and ran over to me.
"Oh come on poppet. Where would be the fun in that?" He smiled, producing a single cupcake from behind his back. "Go on. Just the one." I took it from him. Carefully examining every inch of the cake. Looks harmless enough.
"Y/N! Don't!" I looked over to see Arthur in the doorway, my Arthur.
"Oh Arthur. Always trying to ruin my fun." He smiled. "It's just a harmless cupcake." Oliver smirked. Arthur walked over to a cupboard opening it revealing a body, too mangled and bloody to make out a face, or anything g for that fact.
"Harmless eh?" He held Oliver by the collar. "You were going to feed this filth to my love! You disgust me." Oliver just smiled.
"The game begins." And he vanished.

America
"Ok! Alfred?! I'm here! Where are you?!" He invited me to this park and now I can't find him. "Come on Alfred! This isn't funny!" I walked towards a nearby tree and felt a hand on my shoulder.
"Hey Doll." I jumped and turned around.
"I'm sorry. I'm not single. I'm waiting for someone." I apologised. He walked closer to me, his face lit up by a streetlight. He bore a resemblance to Alfred but with red/brown hair and red eyes. "Do I know you?"
"I'm Allen. Allen Jones." He spoke resting a baseball bat on his shoulder. He walked further forwards, I could now see that the baseball bat was covered in nails. I walked backwards.
"N-no. I don't know you."
"Although. I happen to know everything about you." He jumped forwards "you could say Alfred and I are very close. I'm the fun one though." He smiled and held a hand towards me, I stepped backwards and backed up against a tree. He continued advancing, placing a hand on my cheek. "Wouldn't kill you." I slapped his hand away.
"Excuse me?! Wouldn't kill me?! You bloody psycho!" As he stepped forwards again I heard another voice.
"Allen! Leave her alone!" I know that voice.
"Alfred! Please come help me!" I closed my eyes and a pair of arms wrapped around me.
"I got you Y/N."
"Thanks Alfred. You're my hero. Even if you do have a lot of explaining to do."

Germany
I lead Ludwig's dog Fitz back into the house, letting him off his leash. Where Fitz would usually bound down the hall to find his master, this time he stood stock still at my side. "Go on Fitz. Go find him." I encouraged. He just looked up at me. I walked into the kitchen, to find the familiar large framed and blond haired German standing by the open fridge, sipping on a beer. He wore a white vest top and slack trousers. "Ludwig. I think something is wrong with Fitz. He normally runs over to you."
"Nein. I am not Ludwig, Fräulein." He walked towards me. "I'm Lutz. I'm like Ludwig, only more laid back. Not a stuffy, rule following soldier like him."
"And where is my Ludwig?!" I shouted, as Fitz stood beside me snarling, bearing his teeth at Lutz. "I know. I got this boy." I comforted the agitated Alsatian.
"He's a little tied up at zhe moment." He smirked. "Vould give us some time to get better aquatinted." I looked down at Fitz.
"Go find him boy." I whispered. He took off trying to find his master. I scanned the kitchen looking for anything to use. "Yano what. Sure. I should really give you a chance. Can't judge a book right?" I laughed. I said walking closer to him my eye catching a frying pan from when Ludwig made breakfast this morning. That'll do. He smirked and walked closer to me.
"Vell. I can say. Ludwig as very good taste." He spoke caressing my cheek. I quickly picked up the pan hitting the German around the side of the head.
"Egh. Creep." I dug out the duct tape from under the sink and wrapped it around his wrists and ankles and placed a piece over his mouth to keep him from shouting. I quickly rung the police. Standing by him with the pan just in case he came round before they arrived. When they did he was taken away on a charge of trespassing.
When they left I called for Fitz. "You find him? Where is he boy?" He lead me upstairs to find Ludwig gagged and handcuffed to our bed. A slip of paper addressed to me on the bedside table. I picked it up and read it.
'Y/N
I figured you wouldn't trust me. Oh well. I left you a little gift.
Next time we meet, I promise, you'll be the one in his position.
We'll have so much fun.
Lutz.'
I looked over to Ludwig. He looked so helpless his eyes, wide, begging me to help him. I climbed onto the bed, straddling his waist. This opportunity was wayyy too good to pass up.