Hetalia x Reader Oneshots

Just Peachy

Yao sat across from the expectant looking (y/n).

"What did you say this was, (y/n)?" Yao looked at the plate before him with a dessert with some ice cream on it.

"It's peach cobbler." (y/n) watched him poke it gently before taking a small testing bite with some peach some cobbler and some ice cream and examining it intently.

He took a deep breath before sticking the dessert in his mouth and stiffening at how sweet it was. After the initial sweet shock came the peach and the cobbler flavors which made him stare wide-eyed at the plate before him before eating the rest and drinking some of the tea that (y/n) had set before him to balance the experience. 

"Who made this?" Yao looked at the person before him.

"That's a secret. What do you think of it?" (Y/n) deflected with a smile.

"It was... good." Yao thought for a moment. "I didn't expect it to be so tolerable, aru."

"Was it too sweet?" (y/n) eyeed the Asian before them.

"Well at first, but I think I was supposed to drink the tea with it so it wouldn't be too sweet."

"That is all, please ask Ivan and Francis to come in next." (Y/n) had aasked all of the countries to participate in a taste test of  sorts.

In reality they were tired of them saying only negative things about Alfred and wanted to give them at least one thing good to say and since the quickest way to someone's heart is with food: Peach Cobbler, which Alfred guards the "family" recipe to like his life depends on it. Any way to save time on the matter time for a clip reel.

"The person who made this is wife material." - Francis and Turkey

"I like this. It is like summer, Da." - Ivan

"A little sweet, but good with a spot of tea." - Arthur and Roderich

"Some cinnamon and it will be fantastic." - Latinx countries.

"Is this the food of kings?" - Most of the African countries after asking for more please.

"It's weird but not bad." - South Asian nations.

"Is this Amercian?" - Poland, the Netherlands, and the Nordic 5.

"There is no way that this is healthy... but it's alright..." - Ludwig and Romano.

The whole tasting for most of the countries went like this. At the end all of the countries were gathered in the meeting room and were talking amongst themselves. All minus Afred who was wringing his bald eagle oven mitts just outside of the room.

"Over all the taste testing had a positive response and I thought for sure somebody was going to ruin it for everyone else, but luckily that was not the case." (Y/n) smiled at the room who erupted into a roar of inquiries about the mysterious cook.

"Now now, everyone calm down. I need you to remember the cobbler you ate and think about how it tasted and how it made you feel as the person who made it comes inside." (Y/n) paused to let Alfred enter and bite his lip in concern since the room was quiet. "Now please look at the person responsible."

The room remained silent in confusion only to have Arthur look annoyed at himself.

"I bloody knew it! Why did I doubt it!" Arthur scowled

"Mon ami, you do not plan on sharing the words we said during the tastin with him non?" Francis looked like he was sweating bullets.

"He heard every word." (y/n) smirked

"Alfred, how did yours turn out so well, because I try and I just can't seem to get it to do well." Matthew looked puzzled.

"Lard, Matt, lard." Alfred said.

"What does God have to do with it?" Poland looked lost. 

"Isn't this just peachy..." (y/n) sighed as both Turkey and France tried to convince them that they were talking about them because they thought that they had made it.