Hetalia X Male Reader Oneshots: Love From Around The World

2pEngland x Anorexic!M!Reader: No More Cupcakes

Oliver lightly tapped his foot as he waited for you, looking around ever so often. The little pink and blue lunch box he had lightly bounced with him, the contents inside shifting. Oliver sighed softly watching as the other students in the locker bay slowly disperse for lunch, happily chatting amongst each other.

"Where is he? He should have been here by now..." The pinkette said to himself, gripping his lunch tighter. He looked around, hoping to catch a glimpse of you. 

"He went home, Oliver." Allen said as he walked up to Oliver, François and Matt filling behind him. Oliver's heart sinking a little when he was told this, loosening his grip on the bag.

"Huh? He seemed fine earlier this morning... Why did he go home?" He asked, looking up at the taller males who all shrugged. He pouted, chewing on his bottom lip. Well this just put a damper in his plan...

"Oh well, he probably got a stomach ache or something. He's been getting those lately." He said, giving a small smile. Before anything else was said, the group began to walk to lunch. The other three were too busy talking and arguing amongst themselves, to realize that Oliver was completely silent which was rare.

In fact, Oliver was quiet for the rest of the day. His head periodically coming up with excuses on why you went home. But everything he thought of didn't seem to add up.

It was the last few weeks of school and you promised to come just so Oliver wasn't lonely. Now you were going home every few days for no reason. And when ever Oliver asked why, you quickly changed the subject. This was really worrying Oliver, but he never brought it up with anyone else.

He tried texting you, asking what was wrong. Oliver getting worried when you didn't reply or even read them. This went on for the rest of the day until it was the end of the day. When the annoying bell sounded, eager highschool students began to out.

Many got in their cars and raced home, raiding the refrigerator and pantry. Some got on the bus, pulling out snacks and munching on them. While the rest walked home, like Oliver did when the weather permitted. Much like today.

The sun was out, the birds were flying, families and lovers were walking past Oliver, licking on ice cream or sucking on lollipops. Though it was only the first few days of summer, it was still hot and humid.

Poor Oliver tugged on his little blue bow tie, allowing himself to breath. He whined a little when i really didn't help, his pink vest being like a heater. He took it off, his white dress shirt sticking to him. Some parts see through since he had sweated. Oliver was no glad he was alone. Allen would have been picking on him about it.

Allen and the rest were most likely already home by now. What they were doing was unknown. François would have been sleeping, Matthew as well, and Allen would be playing video games. If Oliver would have gone with them, he would be in the kitchen baking more cupcakes. But instead, he wanted to check on _____.

Oliver continued his trek to your house. He hoped, secretly, that you were sick. He wanted to baby you and such, making you eat his delicious meals. Oliver wanted to do that to you every day, but you never noticed though the signs were right in front of your face.

Oliver began to hum. He hoped you would like the cupcake he made you. If you did, he would definitely make more. He would do anything to get close to you.

Oliver soon skipped up the steps of _____'s house, coming to stop at the door. He dusted off the nonexistent dust from his suit, and straightening his already straight clothes. He smiled, running a hand through his strawberry blonde hair before knocking on the door.

It wasn't long until the door opened, _____'s mother standing in front of him. She smiled softly seeing the short Brit.

"Hello Oliver, it's nice to see you." She said, opening the door wider and letting him in. Oliver widened his smile, happily entering the cooled home.