Hetalia x Reader Oneshots

Cottagecore

I keep torturing you poor souls so enjoy this small break with Ukraine and Belarus. 

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(y/n) was enjoying (gendered possessive) morning tea on the porch in the soft sunlight of the morning with a smile as (preferred gender) overlooked (gendered possessive) garden. The sound of two accented voices bickering along the trail coming closer to (gendered possessive) homey cottage made the (e/c) eyed person lift their eyes to see who was visiting.

"Natalya, Ви турбуйтесь занадто багато. Nothing will happen." The blonde-haired woman sighed. "We are just making bread."

"Глупства, сястра, bread is only the beginning." The shorter woman's arms were crossed. "Yekaterina, I don't trust-"

"I hope you don't finish that statement with my name dove." (y/n) called to catch their attention. "It would break my heart."

"Sorry, (y/n), she wouldn't let me leave without her." Yekaterina noticed that Natalya was hiding her face slightly but didn't say anything about it.

"It's fine Kat, the more the merrier. Would you both like some tea?" (Gender) smiled at the two rather sweetly.

"That would be nice, thank you." The taller one of the two began walking more purposefully towards the porch being followed but the quiet Natalya.

By the time they got there and sat down at the lovely little table the tea was already poured and begged to be sipped. They enjoyed the morning sun for a little while longer before going inside to begin baking.

Natalya relegated herself to the measuring of the little extra bits to put into the bread while the other two got to work on the bread itself. Once the like ten maybe twelve loaves were rising they all decided to check to see if there were any ripe berries in the garden to make jam. Luckily there were and the two sisters go to work preparing them for the process of being jammed while (y/n) put the loaves into the oven to cook.

"Kat, Nat, how are you coming along?" The (h/c) headed person looked over at the two right at the moment that Natalya hurt herself with the knife that she was using to cut the bigger berries. (y/n) immediately got into action and grabbed a towel and guided the young lady to the sink to wash and evaluate the wound.

"Gah, I'm so stupid." the platinum blonde growled to herself.

"Luckily no stitches needed." Out of habit (y/n) lifted Natalya's hand to (Gender possessive) lips and gave a small peck on top of the bandage not noticing the raging blush on the two sisters' faces.

(y/n) then got to work on the jam while Natalya sat in a daze and Yekaterina questioned her own feelings. The rest of the bread baking visit went without complication as (y/n) wound up with three loaves of bread and like two jars of the jam and the two sisters took home nine loaves and four jars of jam both with a desire to keep (y/n) however they can.