Hetalia Reader Inserts 2

2P England x Reader: The Proper Response

    The waffle iron beeped one long, shrill call. The redhead quickly zoomed over to the counter, opened the waffle iron, and carefully removed the golden brown breakfast food and placed it gently atop two others on a large round plate sitting on a platter. Covering it with a lid to keep the contents hot, the man hummed London Bridge is Falling Down while twirling across the kitchen to begin frying some bacon while simultaneously cooking an egg on the burner right next to it. He expertly cooked both foods at the same time, smiling happily as he turned off the stove and placed the two pans on the back burners to cool a little.

    While the freshly cooked foods were left to cool, the redhead skipped to the cupboards and produced a clear glass cup, set it on the counter next to the fridge, and filled it full of (favorite breakfast drink).

    "Perfect~!" squealed the man in delight, doing a little dance while holding his arms close to his body with glee. He began to giggle softly as he imagined the happy look on your face as you gratefully received the delicious breakfast cooked for your by your loving Oliver.

    The eggs and bacon were scooped onto a plate and placed underneath the lid of the platter right next to the waffles. The platter was set on top of a tray, the glass coming next. After thinking for a moment, Oliver produced syrup from another cupboard and added that to the tray, began to toast a slice of bread, and slapped a generously large square of butter on the crispy waffles. He smiled affectionately as the butter began to melt almost instantly.

    When the toast popped up, he lightly buttered it and set it on its own small plate on the tray with a bottle of (flavor) jam. As finishing touches, a set of silverware and several napkins were added.

    Sighing dreamily, Oliver picked up the made tray and exited the kitchen, heading up the stairs to the second story and then towards your bedroom. Giving a light knock to announce his presence, he opened the door while balancing the ftuits of his labor in one hand.

    "Good morning to you, good morning to you," Oliver sang sweetly as he approached your bed, "it's such a beautiful da-ay~!"

    Moaning softly from a stretch, you sat up with a yawn before looking at Oliver in surprise. Of all things, him bringing you breakfast in bed on your day off of work was something you never expected to see.

    "I've got you toast that's lightly buttered, three crispy, fluffy, golden-brown waffles, bacon, and eggs prepared just the way you like them!" gushed Oliver. "I've brought you syrup and jam as well, and a drink."

    You stared in shock first at Oliver's grinning, freckled face, his blue eyes shining in pride and excitement, then shifted your gaze down to the tray of food he held in his hands.

    "How did you get in my house?" you questioned.

    Oliver's smile faltered, and he replied with, "The proper response would be a 'thank you so much Oliver for this special treat of delicious, homemade breakfast in bed!', not any of this 'how did you get into my home?' business."

    This wasn't the first time you had questioned your coworker's sanity, and it certainly wouldn't be the last.