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Your life was pretty good. You didn't have perfect health or a perfect job, and you didn't have a boyfriend. What you did have, though, was an appreciation for the little things in life.
One of these was the little park near your work. Everyday, unless it rained, you would take your lunch and eat it in the park.
Today, however, when you reached your favorite spot, you found a strange man sitting there.
He had pale pink hair and light skin splashed with freckles. He was wearing a pink collared shirt, a purple vest, a blue bowtie, and khaki pants. Next to him he had set a plate of cupcakes.
As soon as he spoke, you could tell that he was British.
"Oh! Is this your spot?" He questioned.
"I can sit somewhere else. It doesn't matter," you replied.
"Come! Sit."
"I wouldn't want to intrude..."
"Nonsense, love. I'm always happy to make a new friend," he said, smiling. He patted
the ground next to him.
You sat down.
"My name's Oliver Kirkland. What's your's, poppet?"
"I'm __________________________," you answered.
He held out the plate.
"Would you like a cupcake, ______________?"
You took a deep breath. They looked and smelled so good.
"No, thank you," you said politely.
"Are you sure?"
"I'm sure," you insisted firmly.
He looked like he was about to cry. "You... You don't want one?"
You sighed. "It's not that I don't want one, Oliver, it's that I can't have one."
"Can't?"
"I'm a diabetic. I have to really watch how much sugar I eat, or I'll get really sick. Unfortunately, that means no cupcakes."
His expression transformed from distraught to horrified as he contemplated a life without cupcakes. He stayed like that as you ate your lunch and as you got up to leave.
"See you later, Oliver."
He mumbled a goodbye, and you walked away.
The next day passed without incident.
When you sat down to eat the day after that, however, you heard your name being called.
"____________!"
You looked over to see Oliver Kirkland waving at you.
You waved back.
"You're just the person I wanted to see, love."
"Oh?"
"Yes, poppet. I have something for you."
With a flourish, he pulled out a perfect pastel cupcake.
You looked up at him, confused. "A cupcake?"
He grinned. "It's a special cupcake! A sugar free cupcake! I made it just for you!"
You were stunned. He had done this for you?
"Go ahead!" He urged. "Try it."
You took a bite as the Brit watched attentively.
"Well? What do you think?" He asked excitedly.
"It's... it's really good, Oliver."
His smile stretched from ear to ear. "You like it! Oh, poppet, that's wonderful!"
"You didn't have to do that," you mumbled, blushing.
"Oh, but I wanted to, love!" Oliver assured you. "Everyone deserves a cupcake,
especially someone as sweet as you."
And then he leaned in for a kiss.
One of these was the little park near your work. Everyday, unless it rained, you would take your lunch and eat it in the park.
Today, however, when you reached your favorite spot, you found a strange man sitting there.
He had pale pink hair and light skin splashed with freckles. He was wearing a pink collared shirt, a purple vest, a blue bowtie, and khaki pants. Next to him he had set a plate of cupcakes.
As soon as he spoke, you could tell that he was British.
"Oh! Is this your spot?" He questioned.
"I can sit somewhere else. It doesn't matter," you replied.
"Come! Sit."
"I wouldn't want to intrude..."
"Nonsense, love. I'm always happy to make a new friend," he said, smiling. He patted
the ground next to him.
You sat down.
"My name's Oliver Kirkland. What's your's, poppet?"
"I'm __________________________," you answered.
He held out the plate.
"Would you like a cupcake, ______________?"
You took a deep breath. They looked and smelled so good.
"No, thank you," you said politely.
"Are you sure?"
"I'm sure," you insisted firmly.
He looked like he was about to cry. "You... You don't want one?"
You sighed. "It's not that I don't want one, Oliver, it's that I can't have one."
"Can't?"
"I'm a diabetic. I have to really watch how much sugar I eat, or I'll get really sick. Unfortunately, that means no cupcakes."
His expression transformed from distraught to horrified as he contemplated a life without cupcakes. He stayed like that as you ate your lunch and as you got up to leave.
"See you later, Oliver."
He mumbled a goodbye, and you walked away.
The next day passed without incident.
When you sat down to eat the day after that, however, you heard your name being called.
"____________!"
You looked over to see Oliver Kirkland waving at you.
You waved back.
"You're just the person I wanted to see, love."
"Oh?"
"Yes, poppet. I have something for you."
With a flourish, he pulled out a perfect pastel cupcake.
You looked up at him, confused. "A cupcake?"
He grinned. "It's a special cupcake! A sugar free cupcake! I made it just for you!"
You were stunned. He had done this for you?
"Go ahead!" He urged. "Try it."
You took a bite as the Brit watched attentively.
"Well? What do you think?" He asked excitedly.
"It's... it's really good, Oliver."
His smile stretched from ear to ear. "You like it! Oh, poppet, that's wonderful!"
"You didn't have to do that," you mumbled, blushing.
"Oh, but I wanted to, love!" Oliver assured you. "Everyone deserves a cupcake,
especially someone as sweet as you."
And then he leaned in for a kiss.
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2p!Italy x Reader - Sweet and spicy (part 4)
You managed to eat what was on your plate, though the lingering taste of Iron still remained.
Italy finally began to eat the pasta on his own plate, though he ate calmly and quietly.
"S-sir...why?" Was all you could ask, bothered by his special addition to the recipe.
He looked at you, confused as to what you where speaking of.
"I'm sorry? Why what?"
"Why is there blood in the sauce, sir?" You asked, gulping slightly. The bottle looked a little low and you hoped he wasn't planning on using your blood in the next batch.
Italy sighed softly.
"Calm down, Bella. I only use men's blood and it's because I enjoy the taste. I figured I needed
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2p Italy x reader - sweet and spicy
You were not very well know in your town.
The only thing you were known for was your attitude.
There was thing many didn't know about you and that was a good thing.
You absolutely lived for good food.
That's why it was hell when the Italian Empire invaded your small country.
The man everyone feared. Right here. In your country.
Food and water became hard to get and you were worried.
Your best friend had been shot for disobedience when Italy, as the man chose to go by, made his pout clear to us that he was not to be messed with.
You still used what you had to cook, though it was hard. The smells from your stove drifted through the town
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Made With Love
2p!EnglandXReader
"Poppet, pack your bags!" Arthur called from the back room of the bakery, "We need a break from this bakery for a while. I'm tired of always baking for people!"
Smiling nervously at the customer you were helping, you timidly yell back to your husband, “Why-why is that, dear? I thought that this bakery was your dream!” Quickly, you ring the pastry up and follow the customer out, closing the door behind them and flipping the sign to ‘closed’.
“This is my dream, love.” He says fondly, coming from behind the counter to catch you, pressing your back to him, “I’m married to a beau
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This is my first Reader Insert and my first time writing a 2p character.
The plot bunnies wouldn't leave me alone!
This was really strange to write because I wrote it backwards...
Please tell me what you think!
Edit: Apparently, the reader is a type 2 diabetic. Thank you to Calexy for pointing that out!
Hetalia does not belong to me!
You belong to Oliver!
The plot bunnies wouldn't leave me alone!
This was really strange to write because I wrote it backwards...
Please tell me what you think!
Edit: Apparently, the reader is a type 2 diabetic. Thank you to Calexy for pointing that out!
Hetalia does not belong to me!
You belong to Oliver!
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How sweet!