Enter Hetalia! (Hetalia x Reader)

Chapter 3: The Cooking Contest

It was a long drive from the world conference centre to England’s house. _____ slept on the way there, though fitfully. She was being deprived of what she loved most in the world: good sleep, food, and anime. The bumpiness of the car kept waking her up, and sometimes she could hear England talking to someone, though when she opened her eyes, she couldn’t see anyone.

Finally, after a while (It was 2 hours, but since she was bored, it felt like a day) they reached England's house. He gently shook _____’s shoulder, waking her up.

“Mmmph… fudge you…” she muttered. England chuckled. He opened his car door and stepped out, closing the door quietly. He then walked over to _____’s side, and opened the door.

“Get up…” he said. _____ only balled up in the seat and wriggled away from him. England sighed. He bent down and reached inside of the car, and picked her up. She yelped and grabbed his arm, trying to keep from falling, but he already had her in his arms, bridal style.

“Put me down, brows,” _____ growled, blushing slightly. England only laughed.

“Fine,” he said. He walked to his house, kicked the door open, walked to the living room, and dumped her on the couch.

“Ouch! You little sh-” she was cut short by England ruffling her hair.

“Behave, while I park the car properly,” he said, walking out the door. _____ sat there with her hand on her head, scowling. Damn brit, I thought he’d be nicer, being British and all… she thought. She was very grumpy from sleep deprival and hunger, and not to mention boredom. She sighed and got up, and decided to try and find the kitchen.

She walked around the enormous mansion and tried to find at least a pantry but sadly, she was out of luck. Her stomach growled loudly.

“Man, I want candy…” she muttered. Suddenly she heard the front door close.

“_____?” she heard England’s voice call.

“I’m here!” she yelled back. She kept on walking down the hallway, though slower. Eventually England caught up.

“There you are, where are you going?” he asked.

“I’m looking for food, what do you think?” she answered curtly. In answer, her stomach made a dying whale noise. He sighed.

“Come with me,” he said, and she followed him down many hallways and through rooms with two doors that acted as shortcuts, until they finally reached what was obviously the kitchen. There where stainless steel appliances and pots and pans hanging from the ceiling on hooks. Every surface was almost sparkling, and there was an apron on the wall that said “KISS THE COOK” on it. It was indeed a very organized space.

“Wow… this is a really nice kitchen!” _____ said, “Though it’s too bad it’s wasted on a bad cook…”

“What?” England said.

“Hmm? Oh, nothing, nothing…” she said. He pointed a finger at her.

“You think you can cook better than me?!” he said, mocking hurt.

“Hell yeah I can,” _____ said, holding her hand out and curling her fingers repeatedly, like saying, bring it on, dude!

“Alright, it’s settled, let’s have a cooking contest!” England exclaimed. _____ cracked her knuckles and ran to the fridge, picking out ingredients.

“Hey! No fair!” he said, but he was already half way to the fridge. _____ ran to a countertop and set down her ingredients. They worked for about an hour, before she put her finished meal into the oven.

“Done!” she exclaimed, smacking her oven mitts on the countertop in a dramatic sort of way, “Now, we wait…”

“Fine,” England said just as he put his dish into the oven. They went to the dining room that was just next door and sat down.

“You’re going down, Iggybrows…” she said, mock seriousness in her eyes.

“Don’t call me that,” England muttered. _____ smirked.

“Caterpillar brows…”

“Stop, I'm warning you…”

“UNIBROWS!!! FIVE-LINE BROWS!!! HAIRY BROWS!!! IGGYBROWS!!!” she yelled at the top of her lungs. She sprung out of her chair like a cat and streaked out of the room, with England on her heels.

“HOW DARE YOU, YOU GIT! YOU ARE SO RUDE!!!” he yelled, as she ran away, laughing maniacally.

He chased her around the house for about half an hour, before she streaked back into the kitchen and checked her meal. It was almost ready! She looked behind her to see England coming into the doorway, but not before she took three long strides and stopped him with her hand on his chest, holding him back.

“Ah ah ah, do not destroy the food,” she said with a smirk on her face. England blushed at the contact, but he scowled anyways, hiding his pink face. She withdrew her hand and England, sensing vulnerability, lunged at her, knocking both of them to the ground.

“GOTCHA!” he said, before he realized that his face was only inches from _____’s. His face was now almost as red as a tomato, but _____ only smirked. She did the most disgusting thing she could’ve done in that moment.

She burped right in his face.

“EWW!!!” he yelled, jumping up and wiping his face. She laughed maniacally again.

“_____, that was disgusting! Are you a girl or not?!” _____ giggled.

“Well, I’m not lady-like, so it doesn’t really matter,” she said, before pulling on her oven mitts and pulling out her meal. It was chicken breast with special spices on it. It smelled really good (sorry, I’m craving chicken right now). She carefully placed the food onto a clean plate. England scoffed and pulled out his food, steak and kidney pudding (ew) and set it on the table, putting it on two dishes. They brought their food to the dining table and began to eat.

Regardless to say, _____ ended up with a very bad stomach ache.

~~~~~~~~~~Author’s Note~~~~~~~~~~

Hey, I finally updated! Woop woop holla!!!!!

Anyways, I thought I should do and almost one shot-ish type of chapter here. So deal wid it.

And as for the steak and kidney pudding idea, I’m re-reading Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire for like the fourth time. So yeah.

So, I'm gonna now, cuz homework and stuff. (I hate you high school!!!!!)

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Kthnxbai.