Oliver x Reader (2p England - Hetalia)

Chapetr 1 : The Stranger?

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Hello!. This is my first book. soooo,please don't judge (;-;) its my first time and so, I'm new to this~ I really hope you guys like it >///

the only reminder I want to put is this:

(____) = insert name/name you want to put.

I  DO NOT own anything. I only own this fanfic.

Aaand, I'm not really that good in english. Don't mind the wrong spellings, if I ever had spelled the other words wrong

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"_____ dear! let's go!" I turned my back and took a quick look of the city, remembering the things and stuffs. "I'm gonna miss this, but I'll be back again of course" I said to myself putting up a smile on my face. "_____ Dear!" I turned back to my Father and pack my things up, ready to go in the train. "Coming dad!".

^>>>>Inside the train

I rest my back and look out the window, seeing a nice view. "Are you alright, ____?" father asked looking worried. I smiled to let him know I was ok "Yup". Father brings out his cell phone and said "I'll call pops, letting know that were in the train now, alright sweatie?" Father then dialed the number, while I stared outside of the window, thinking of how my grandparents are doing.

It was just a year ago when I last visited my grandparents house for summer vacation. They live in a small town called {insert name of town}.  My grandparents have a bakery, were full of delicious pastries and bread that anyone could eat more than 5 of it!.  I always come by there whenever I have a long vacations and holidays. Having a long vacation in that small town was always fun and relaxing.

Until, this stranger who grandmother talks about the other day, that always come's by at the bakery. He always orders some pastries but mostly the cupcakes.

>~~~~ Flashback~~~~

"He is very cute and adorable! I think he's about your age, honey". My grandmother chuckled. ".......uhh okay?. So, what does he look like, grandmother?". I asked, a little curiouse of the thought of who this stranger is.

"Well, he looks about your age. He's hair is strawberry-like blonde but a little messy. he wore a purple vest over a long sleeved pink shirt, and a little bowtie that is light blue, and  he's pants were caramel. But what's really amazing is he's eyes were blue and pink!" grandmother said it with an exciting tone.

I was a little out-of-words imagining on how grandmother described that person. It was really hard. Having "blue and pink" eyes? well that's hard to imagine, it's like an abstract art for me. "He's eyes both have blue and pink like being together in one but not blending or mixing them, deary. Just to add up, if you misunderstand on what I'm saying" she winked after that.

>~~~~End of Flashback~~~~

"______, are you even listening to me?"

I startled in surprise "hu-huh?, oh sorry dad. What were you saying again?" Father sighed and grab my hands "______ dear, I said that Since you already know how to bake in the past 2 years, I---  I mean We decided that you will be helping mom and pops at the bakery starting tomorrow." he smiled and pat my head. I pout, and nodded twice.

Father let go of my hands, rest he's back, and take's a quick nap. While I just look out of the window and stare on-whats-outside-of-it. Thinking of that stranger grandmother was talking about.

who is this stranger? I wonder if I could ever meet that person........ oh I shoudln't be thinking of that!. I should think of what to make for granny and granpa, so they can be surprised, since I was young I always mess up and burn everything I bake but now I already know how to bake so much!.