Hetalia Preferences!

England x Reader - It's the Thought That Counts...

Hi! Okay, I finally did England! Here you go! :)

~    Times were tough. You couldn’t exactly pay your rent anymore. However, you did know a certain someone who would love to have you as a guest. Good old England. You didn’t exactly know how you would ask to live with him, he may be angry. What were you thinking? Of course he’ll say yes. After a minute or so of thinking, you just gave him a ring.

    “Hello?” His polite voice filled your ears.

    “Hi, It’s (Y/N).” You muttered.

    “Oh, (Y/N)! How have you been recently?” He beamed.

    “Not too good actually, that’s why I called. Do you think you could do me a huge favor?” You asked. There was a slight pause.

    “Of course, what is it?” He inquired

    “Umm… Would it be possible if I could stay at your place, only for a little bit. I got evicted.” You gulped.

    “Umm, I guess that would be alright.” He answered. Relief flooded through you. “I think it would be best to come over now actually. I was just about to start making dinner.”

    “Okay, thank you so much! I’ll see you then.” You smiled.

    “Okay, Cheerio!” He cheered before hanging up. You gave yourself a pat on the back then got ready. You’d decided to get dolled up for the dinner. You wore a frilly blouse and a pair of ripped skinny jeans. Then you packed and left for his house.

    Once you got there, you knocked on the door of the huge house. He opened the door looking clean cut. He was wearing a white button up shirt and dress pants and shoes.

    “Hello (Y/N)! Please come in.” He chimed. After you stepped inside, a funny smell hit you, You decided to just not question. He led you to the dining table, you sat down and he shuffled to the kitchen. Whilst waiting, you checked your email on your phone. About five minutes passed by when that ‘funny smell’ turned into a cloud of hell. Smoke leaked from the kitchen door. You dropped your phone onto the table and ran to the kitchen, once you opened the door, you were hit with a smokey smell of burnt food. You felt through the smoke to find England, he was holding a fire extinguisher.

    “Err… Sorry (Y/N), I… ummm” He stuttered. You didn’t exactly know what to say.

    “It’s okay, the fact that you were even gonna make dinner yourself is wonderful.” You Interrupted.

    “Really?” He asked. He looked deep into your eyes.

    “Of course.” You smiled. As the smoke cleared, he leaned in closer and closer until your lips met. His lips were soft on yours. All was good… until he busted in. America blasted into the kitchen with at least 10 bags of McDonalds.

    “SUP DUDES?!? Woah man, I see England’s been cooking. Good thing I brought something! Even if you hadn't burt that food, it would still suck hahahaha!”

    England was severely pissed off that America had showed up uninvited. But, all three of you had dinner anyway.

    “I do hate to say it, but thank you America.” England said as he took a bite of his burger.

    “No probs man!” He chimed as he stuffed his face with fast food.

    “I’m sorry for the awful dinner (Y/N).” England said with worry. You looked at him confused.

    “Are you kidding? It’s perfect!” You beamed.~