2p!England X Reader [For Poypul]
“Oliver!?” You called from the hallway, looking at the multiple doors, waiting for an answer from the one in question. “Oliver? You in here!?” You shouted again, unsure as to whether he was even in the house.
Just as you were about to groan and leave, you heard singing from the kitchen. Your head perked up as you listened, and you decided that that was definitely him. “There you are,” you grumbled, moving your feet to head towards the kitchen. The Brit’s singing got louder and louder as you neared the kitchen door, and you were almost mesmerised by his sweet voice.
Then a smell hit you. It was rather sweet, with just a small hint of… what was that… decay? “Oliver?” You nudged the door open, seeing the Brit stood in front of the stove. He turned around at the mention of his name, a huge cat-like grin crawling onto his lips. “Well hello there, my dear~” he outstretched h