Hetalia x Reader Oneshots

(Y/n) Knows Best (England x Reader)

Again, I need help with a title for this... Prepare for a loud and shouting reader...

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"What are you cooking for tonight, Love?" Arthur asked walking into the kitchen and wrapping his arms around my waist.

"Depends. What do you think I should make?" I replied, pecking him on the cheek.

"Why don't you let me make something? That way you can be surprised as well."

"We both know that is not happening. Everyone will go hungry if that happens, Arthur. I love you and all, but you can't cook."

"Fine, Love. I'll leave you too it," he replied leaving the kitchen after pecking my cheek. I giggled and went back to cooking. Everyone was coming round for dinner and I was hoping that no one would get to annoying or try to pick a fight. I had planned the seating arrangement so that no one who 'hated' another country, was sitting next to them. Ie so Arthur wasn't sitting next to Francis or Alfred. 

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Finally everyone had arrived and was sitting in the living room, somehow, managing to have a civilised chat. Why can't all world meetings be like this?  I finally managed to finish the meal and, "Dinner is served." Everyone stood up and made their way to the dining room, which just so happened to have a massive table in it that everyone could fit round. After all the food was on the table, I collapsed into my chair and stretched before rubbing my eyes.

"Pasta!!"

"Yes, Feli, it's pasta."

"Love, you didn't have to make separate meals for all of us, you know."

"If I didn't then we'd have at least one complaint about British food, Arthur," I replied glaring at Francis. 

"At least he didn't make it."

"Hey! My cooking is not that bad you bloody frog!"

"Both of you shut up! I can't deal wit this now!"

"Sorry, love."

"Oui, sorry."

"It's fine. I'm just not in the mood for it," I replied rubbing my temples.

"Yeah you big meanies!"

"Peter! What are you doing?! I told you to stay in your room!"

"But I want to be a country!"

"Go to your room!"

Peter ran off, tears in his eyes, which was the final straw for me, "ARTHUR KIRKLAND! A WORD!" I dragged him out the room. 

"What are you doing?"

"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL WAS THAT?"

"What do you mean?"

"WHY DID YOU DO THAT?"

"Again, what do you mean love?"

"WHY DID YOU SHOUT AT HIM?!"

"Because, he was being annoying."

"We're talking about this later," I replied walking upstairs and towards Peter's room. I knocked on the door when I heard quiet sobbing, "Peter, can I come in?"

"Are you going to shout at me like Dad?"

"No, he shouldn't have done that."

"Okay, then."

I opened the door to see him sitting on his bed, crying. I closed the door and walked up to him, sitting next to him on the bed. I put my arm around him and brought him closer to me, "Listen Peter. Your father, shouldn't have shouted at you but, he's just had a bad day. He didn't mean to shout at you like that, okay?"

"Okay."

"Good. Now, if you're good and stay here until the rest of the nations have gone. Then I'll give you cookies. How does that sound?"

"Okay!"

I kissed his forehead before walking back out the room and to the dining room, sitting back in my chair before slapping Arthur on the head.

"What was that for, Love?!"

"Making Peter upset! I went up to his room and he was crying his eyes out! But, we can talk about that later."

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We finally finished without any more disruptions and as we were clearing the table I remembered something. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed the cookie jar, before making my way up to Peter's room, "Peter, can I come in?"

"Yep!"

I walked in and up to his bed, where he was sitting, "I got cookies!" His face lit up at my words and I opened the jar before handing him a cookie. He took it and ate it happily. At the same time that I gave him the second one, Arthur was standing in the dorway, "(Y/n), Love, why are you giving him cookies?!"

"Because, you upset him, Arthur. It's called comforting."

"Peter, I'm sorry. I just had a bad day today. I'm sorry."

"It's okay! I forgive you. I just wanted to be a country like you and Mum."

"Aw, Peter, you'll be a country someday but, micronations like you are just as important," I paused and whispered the next bit into his ear, "And I'll bring you to the next world meeting."

"Really?!"

"Yep!"

"Thank you!"