sweet tastes and alluring scents (2P England X Reader)

Seating :) ~

(F/N) Pov: "Where's my doll!" Allen's loud voice rang through my tired ears "She's in the back" a quieter voice grunted "Doll wake up!" "Shut up al..." I sighed covering my ears. "Let her sleep you idiot" I suddenly felt my sister's body moving from beside me "Who's this?" Al's voice sounded right by my ear. "She's my sister" I opened my eyes gazing sleepily over at the American who held my sister in his arms. "How are we all going to fit in the car then?" Allen whined, he actually had a good point as matt and François occupied the two front seats, before I could even try and answer Al's question the car door next to me swung open and I was pulled into a tight hug being lifted out of the car in the process.

"Oh I was so worried poppet!~" Oliver's voice wavered as he buried his head in my neck, "ah..." I could feel the immense heat as it rose to my cheeks, at his actions "did you miss me?" he questioned pulling away smiling at me. I was taken back by the question; Padre threat took over my thoughts; Oliver's smile turned into a worried look "s-sorry I-I didn't mean to make you cry poppet" he looked like he was on the verge of tears himself "Oh no I'm fine just a bad memory is all" I whipped at my sore eyes giving him a small smile. "Hmmm?" he gave me a questioning look for a moment before smiling once more and placing me back in the car.

3rd person POV: Arrangements for seating was discussed among the men Matt suggested AL should ride in the boot which was highly apposed by the American. Oliver couldn't come up with any good ideas and François to be totally honest was debating on leaving someone behind because he really didn't give a damn at this point. "Hey doll why don't you sit on my lap?" Al asked grinning "I'm sure she'd rather sit on my lap then yours Allen right poppet?" Oliver smiled while giving Al a glare that Al sourly retuned. That was probably the best option she knew this but didn't want either to start squabbling like children.

"Matt..." She spoke out but could hardly be heard over the two fighting to be her seat. "Yeh?" he replied lazily looking at her through the rear mirror "can I sit on your lap?" she asked a bit embarrassed as the whole car fell silent "sure why not..." Matt shrugged his shoulders a faint blush dusting his cheeks. "That's so unfair I asked first!" Al whinged "She's allowed to make her own decisions" Oliver smiled small looking quite crest fallen himself. (F/N) crawled from the back seat and opened the door to the passenger seat at the front.

She awkwardly looked over at matt, she started to debate if it was better for her to just ride in the boot instead, she raised her eyes hearing a sigh, François was glaring her down, clearly agitated and wanting to starting drinking the booze he was promised. "... Stop wasting time" Matt grunted grabbing at her waist and dragging into the car on his lap he slammed the door after her, the car speed of away from the one place, (F/n) could truly call hell.

She let out a tired sigh into the awkward silence, grabbing all their attentions if she wanted them or not. "urh..." she looked down not use to all the stares "What is it poppet?" Oliver grinned, "I um... rescuing me, from..." she trailed off "Luciano" Allen's voice sliced obnoxiously through the air, making it clear he was still stropping. "..yeh, well thank you, all of you" a small smile graced her lips in gratitude. Allen was taken back by this "No problem Babe" He grinned "It was nothing poppet!~" Oliver joined grinning wider then before, she looked over at François to receive a hearted grunt, then looking up to be meet with a violet eyes and a smirk. "Eh? Well what is the team goanna do with out their best defender?" Matt chuckled sending vibrations down her back "I'm certainly not the best... if anyone's the best it's you" (F/N) yawned at the Canadian, "If Matt says you're good you're good doll" Allen smirked in the back. "Oh when's the match?" Oliver questioned intensely causing the blonde you where sat on to thrown.

"Next fr..." you where cut short by a hand muffling your speech "shh..." matt huffed, "Awwrh come on matt tell us!" Al joined wanting to see (F/N) play. "F**k off!" he growled at his brother only receive tutting from the neon coloured one "Swear jar!" he smiled yet again that allusive jar appearing form no where, "...fine" Matt groaned clearly to exhausted to even try to argue back as he shifted you to the side so he could get some change from his pocket; he chucked it in the jar scowling.

Al started moaning once more about wanting to know when the match was only to receive a glare from both sat at the front that'd clearly had enough of the American for one night "Hey Frank, turn left" Al sighed "and pull over". Frank grunted doing as the American instructed. They waited in the darkness of the unlit street after couple minutes you hade enough of eerie silence "So why'd we st..." before you could finish a squad of cars and van came veering down the road you'd been heading down. "That's why..." he smiled crossing his hands behind his head cockily. "also because we are having a seating changed" he smirked everyone looked at him, he really was stubborn wasn't he. "That sounds lovely Al" Oliver smiled also, both eyes landed on you as they smiled and smirked "eh... no I'm fine where I am" you spoke only to be dragged from matt's lap over the middle into the back just to be seated in another.