Hetalia is owned by Hidekaz Himaruya, this fanfiction is owned by me.
(This chapter: 2P! England x France FrUK…And mention of SpUK)
"Arthur! Are you in?" Francis trilled, stepping into the Englishman's house.
No answer.
"Hello-o! Are you there?" Francis tried again.
Again, no answer, but shrill humming could be heard coming from the kitchen. Francis carefully made his way to the source of the humming, and the sight that met him shocked him quite a bit.
Francis found who he thought was Arthur wearing a fuchsia pink sweater-vest and a turquoise bow tie, absentmindedly decorating a plate of garishly bright cupcakes.
"Uh…Hi?" Francis greeted.
The Arthur alike turned to face him. "Oh, hello there, kind stranger!" he chirped happily, setting down his piping bag. "You're just in time! I was about to have a spot of afternoon tea! Care to join me?"
Francis raised an eyebrow, baffled by who he thought was Arthur's sudden change in character. "It's…not like you to welcome me in like this, Arthur. What's the matter with you?"
'Arthur' giggled to himself and cleared his throat. "Oh, how terribly rude of me not to introduce myself! I am Oliver, a pleasure!" he greeted, "And you are?"
"Francis. Where's Arthur?" the Frenchman enquired.
"He left just a moment ago, with a rather handsome Spaniard," Oliver informed him, "Perhaps you'd like to stay for a while?"
Francis decided that perhaps, he would spend some time with this Oliver fellow. He seemed like such a nice and polite young man, nothing like Arthur and his mean mouth.
"Ok, then," he agreed.
"Splendid!" Oliver began excitedly, "Do help yourself to a cupcake! And I'll get you some tea, too, do you take sugar?"
"Just a little, thanks," Francis beamed.
The Frenchman carefully looked over the cupcakes, before he decided on one decorated with bright pink icing. It smelled pretty good, a touch metallic, but still, sweet, with vanilla undertones, the way a cupcake should smell.
"This is delicious!" Francis exclaimed, when he took a bite. "Mind telling me what you put in these cupcakes?"
"Oh, just a drop of blood and a sprinkling of human entrails, why?" Oliver trilled, earning him a look of disgust from Francis…