Hetalia One shots (TAKING REQUESTS)

2p! England x Reader

Oliver and I stood in his bright pink and blue kitchen, I was mixing a bowl for cupcakes while Ollie was scooping up the batter from his bowl into the cupcake holders. I started to hum a song that Oliver didn't like at all. It was You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us in Prison, by My Chemical Romance. I started to pour my batter into the holders while softly singing the song now.

In the middle of a gun fight...

In the center of a restaurant...

They say, "Come with your arms raised high!"

Well, they're never gonna get me,

Like a bullet through a flock of doves...

To wage this war against your faith in me,

Your life...will never be the same.

On your mother's eyes, say a prayer...say a prayer!

Oliver looked over at me, a falter in his usual smile, but continued to do his part of the baking. A small smirk tugged at my lips as I got my I-pod out, searching through my play list.

' Breaking Benjamin, BVB, Creature Feature, My Chemical Romance bingo!' I thought and scrolled through their songs, since I had every single album it took a little longer but I finally found it. I put my I-pod onto the doc that Jason had put in the kitchen and put the volume up all the way and hit play.

Now, but I can't

And I don't know

How we're just two men as God had made us,

Well, I can't...well, I can!

Too much, too late, or just not enough of this

Pain in my heart for your dying wish,

I'll kiss your lips again!

Oliver jumped a little and looked over at me, his blue eyes swirling with pink. Jason passed by the door way but walked back, hearing the music he did a thumbs up and continued to walk down the hall. I looked back over to the Ollie and he had his arms crossed over is chest, tapping his foot, bit I didn't stop the music instead I started to dance around the kitchen.

They all cheat at cards and the checkers are lost,

My cellmate's a killer, they make me do push-ups (in drag)

But nobody cares if you're losing yourself...am I losing myself?!

Well, I miss my mom,

Will they give me the chair,

Or lethal injection, or swing from a rope if you dare;

Ah, nobody knows...all the trouble I've seen!

Oliver smiled and shook his head joining me in dancing like a maniac in the kitchen. We intertwined our hands together and waltzed around around, a goofy grin on our lips. We let go and danced in our separate ways, passing each other still smiling he took my hand and twirled me around fast, my [hair color] hair going into my face a little.

Now, but I can't 

And I don't know 

How we're just two men as God had made us, 

Well, I can't...well, I can! 

Too much, too late, or just not enough of this 

Pain in my heart for your dying wish, 

I'll kiss your lips again. 

Matt walked into the kitchen and seeing us he just leaned up against the door frame, a lazy smile on. I looked over at him and stopped dancing and waved.  Oliver saw him too and waved happily as well. He did a little two finger salute and walked out, probably to watch hockey. Oliver looked over at me and we just shrugged, going back to baking, a little dancing as we went.

To your room... 

What they ask of you 

Will make you want to say, "So long..." 

Well, I don't remember, 

Why remember...YOU?! 

After we put the cupcakes in the oven we danced a little bit more, knowing that the song was ending soon. François walked in, a scowl on his face as he looked at the both of us, grabbing a cigarette he lit it and waited. I looked at him through the corner of my eye and froze a little.

' Shit! We probably woke him.' I thought, but didn't say anything.

Do you have the keys to the hotel?! 

'Cause I'm gonna string this motherfucker on fire! (FIRE!!)

Finally I stopped dancing when I felt a hand on ny shoulder, I looked back and saw François behind me, the cigarette now dangling from his bottom lip. I chuckled nervously.

" H-hi." I squeaked out.

Life is but a dream for the dead, 

And well I, I won't go down by myself, 

But I'll go down with my friends. 

Now now now now... (I can't explain)

Now now now... (I can't complain)

Now now, yeah!

I inwardly laughed at Bob's giggle but kept my cool. François went over to the doc and took my I-pod out and handed it back to me. I shoved it in my pocket and put my head down.

" Are we in trouble?" I asked, Oliver coming to stand next to me. François nodded, and lets just say that we probably shouldn't play MCR over at Ollies house unless we want to go through a three hour lecture about it.