hetalia : country x reader

Post Office - England (And America?)

You rushed in the post office, stumbling halfway while you almost dropped the parcel in your arms. You took a bottle of Lipton Ice Lemon tea and approached the counter, catching your breath. Two men watched your actions, amused. "Uh, what's with the rushing, dudette? You-"

"Ran here from home. Felt like miles! But I'm fine! Can you send this parcel for me? I've written it all in the form!"

"I see, I-" the other man was about to say something but you beat him to it.

"Please, please, please, please send it as soon as possible to my cousin or else she'll go all ape-shiz on me! I don't want that to happen! I spent my whole wallet on this present just to save my life! I'm still to young to experience a tragic demise!" you panted after the ramble, and the blonde man with green eyes seemed taken aback.

"Do you want to post that too?" the man with a pair of glasses asked. His nametag spelled 'Alfred Jones' while the other was 'Arthur Kirkland'.

"Yes! I mean, uh, that? The parcel...of course! Why else would I be here?!"

"He meant the Lipton Tea," Arthur chuckled while Alfred was on the edge of laughing his arse off on the floor.

"Oh, no, no, no," you replied, shaking your head, abashed. Arthur only nodded with a smile, weighing the parcel. "2.80,"

"What?" you raised an eyebrow, confused. By this time, Alfred had himself laughing loudly on the floor, yelling incoherent words.

"What I meant was 'Two pounds and eighty pence," he chuckled.

"Oh my g- I just can't! She wa- ow!" you threw the money at his face and dashed outside while blushing furiously, embarrassed. You stopped suddenly, and you sighed loudly. You turned your head around, looking at the post office. It's not important, isn't it? But you still have to. What if the parcel didn't get there? Your cousin will strangle you to your death.you shuddered. You just have to, don't you?

You slowly walked back in the post office, and boy, how you missed the place, note the majestic sarcasm. Alfred was finally back on his chair again, but he still had that amused expression, as well as Arthur. They both just stared at you, smiling. You held out your palm, and the Arthur gladly handed you the form. "Thank goodness you didn't forget the form," Alfred said, chuckling.

"Shut up, four-eyed," you glared at him. "What are you even doing in England?"

"Is it wrong for an American to stay here?"

"Yes," you and Arthur both said simultaneously, earning a pout from Alfred. You were about to open the glass door until Arthur called out to you.

"You forgot one more thing now," said Arthur. "Your Lipton Tea?"

"Pfft," Alfred clamped his mouth, muffling his laugh. You scowled, disregarding the annoying man and took your Lipton Tea, muttering a thank you and head out.

"Man, today's a funny day," Alfred pushed his glasses up, grinning. "She's awesome,"

"I believe I have to agree with you, Jones. She's quite a humorous young lady,"