Why would you kidnap me?!(Hetalia x Reader)

England's Cooking

"So you really have to leave dudette? You could stay with me! Please?!" Alfred said as I was getting into Arthur's car.

"Sorry Alfred, but she's staying with me."

"Oh don't be so smug Arthur, I have to Al, remember the deal?"

"Dang it! Curses!"

I laughed at him and got into the car. "Bye Alfie~!" I slammed the car door.

England here I come...

- - -

After a long plane flight, well more like private jet flight, we finally made it to England's mansion.

It really wasn't much different on the outside than America's.

Except if had British flags, not American flags of course.

"Do you like it love?" Arthur asked.

I shrugged. "Eh, I guess. It's not much different from America's.." I blew a bubble with my gum.

"No different?! That idiot has poor taste, I can assure you, my mansion is way better!" He said confidently.

"Ok..?"

We both walked inside, it was beautiful.

There was white ceilings and floors with expensive vases everywhere. A beautiful crystal chandelier hung above the stairwell. My jaw dropped.

Arthur chuckled. "No different from America's?"

"It's...Beautiful!"

"I'm glad you like it love, come along, you must be hungry."

"Ok, sure."

I bit my tongue. If there's one thing my friends would constantly laugh about, it's how utterly horrible England's cooking is.

I was a little skeptical.

Ring!

Ring!

Ring!

A...phone?

Arthur walked over to an old telephone and answered it.

"It's for you love."

He handed me the phone. "Hello?"

"Hey dude!"

"Alfred?"

"Yeah, I forgot to warn you about a couple things before you left."

"What?"

1, England is as nutty as a jar of peanut butter! He can see 'magical creatures'. 2, Whatever you do, DON'T EAT HIS FOOD!"

"OK, thanks Alfred."

"Bye _____, good luck!"

"Bye Al!"

I hung up the phone and laughed.

"What?"

Should I tell Arthur?

Hell yes I should!

"Alfred said you were nuttier than a jar of peanut butter and I shouldn't eat your food."

"That wanker! my food is perfectly fine! And I am not crazy!"

I giggled. "OK..?"

He crossed his arms and grunted. "So, I'll make you some scones and jam alright love?"

"Er...OK, but if I die we'll all know why.." I rolled my eyes.

"Hey! You can't judge my cooking because you've never had it!"

"True, true, but Alfred has and he said it's gross."

"Oh please, Alfred's taste buds only like fast food and soda!"

"Don't dis the fast food Artie!"

"It's Arthur, not 'Artie'."

"Oh, sorry Arthur."

"That's better! Can you please just try some?"

"No way."

"Please love?"

"Nope."

"Please please please!"

"Alright alright! You are hanging out with Alfred too much Art--Arthur." I rolled my eyes.

- - -

You could tell the scones were done because the house smelled like smoke and death.

He he.

Death.

"They're ready love~!" Arthur called for me.

I was sitting on the living room sofa reading (read: being bored).

"Coming Arthur!"

I got of the sofa and walked to the kitchen.

I sat down at the table.

Arthur walked over sipping a British flag coffee mug, and 3 scones in his other hand.

"Here you go love~!"

"T-thanks." I gulped. They actually didn't look that badly burnt. They just looked golden brown. I haven't really tried an actual scone before..but.

"What's wrong? Aren't you going to try some?" He smiled at me from across the table.

So.

Much.

Preasure.

I grabbed one with a shakey hand and brought it up to my mouth.

Well...Here goes...everything...

I bit into it.

"Well? How is it?"

I smiled. "It's really good."

"I knew you would say that..We can go out and--What?"

"I said it's really good! I like it Iggy!" I smiled again and took another bite.

I wasn't lying. It's really tasty. Slightly burnt but good.

"Really!?"

I nodded frantically. "Yeah, just one question."

"Anything."

"Why is there a smell of smoke? These are fine."

"Oh, my kitchen always smells like that, it's my oven. I need to replace it."

"Oh. Can I have another?"

He smiled and pushed the plate towards me. "Of course love! I'm just happy that you like them!"

I looked into his green eyes, he was genuinely happy. "And I'm happy that I tried them!" I took another bite.