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The Reason why I do this
Englandx Dead!Child!Reader
Arthur Kirkland had finally finished baking and glazing a batch of scones for the world meeting. Smile on his face he packaged them up and made his way to his car. Maybe today was going to be the day someone will love the scones he made.
The Englishman pulled up to the building and brought the food into the meeting room. “Hello everyone. Hope you don’t mind but I brought scones as a sign I’m your esteemed host.” Almost everyone groaned but accepted the baked good to not be rude. However after on bite those polite countries turned downright sour.
Alfred spat out the scone and held his stomach. “Iggy! What do you put in those things! I remembered they were so good when I was small. What happened?” Francis rolled his eyes and threw his out the nearby window.
“Obviously he’s careless with his cooking. Either that or you’ve gotten slightly better taste since then.” He spat. Everyone started to comment and complain about the food. Arthur’s eyes started to fill; he dropped to his knees and put his face in his hands. The brit started crying like a small child and everyone gasped. They did this normally about Arthur’s cooking, what made the comments about his scones so different?
“Whoa dude, what’s the matter? You don’t break like this normally.” The American asked. This was surely a different experience. Arthur raised his face out of his hands and furrowed his eyebrows.
“No you git! None of you understand what that recipe means to me! You all are to selfish to even care what in bloody hell happened to me years ago when I was depressed. NONE OF YOU!” He shouted at the top of his lungs everyone was in shock.
“That recipe was made by me and my daughter. We were making scones and she was adding the items in the bowl. She may have put too much salt or forgotten to crack the eggs before putting them in there, but I didn’t care. Because I knew it was going to be the last day she’d ever get to do something like that with me. Yes I understand they tasted bad but they were made with a lot of heart. A five year old can only know so much you inconsiderate monsters!” He started crying harder as he shouted at all the nations in the room.
“mon Ami we-“
“Shut it frog! That recipe is all I have left of her. She had passed three days later because of her tumor! None of you understand anything do you?” He stopped crying but was replaced with hiccups. Then Canada, the only one who had ever listened to England from the day his daughter died to what new fish-n-chips recipe he discovered, put a hand on his shoulder.
“Hey Arthur, tell your maple her scones were yummy today. And give this to her as well hmm?” He smiled and held out a small white lily. He had met the small child once or twice so he knew her favorite flower. The blonde smiled and took the flower in his hands.
“Thank you. She’d love to know that. After all she’s my reason why I live.”
Englandx Dead!Child!Reader
Arthur Kirkland had finally finished baking and glazing a batch of scones for the world meeting. Smile on his face he packaged them up and made his way to his car. Maybe today was going to be the day someone will love the scones he made.
The Englishman pulled up to the building and brought the food into the meeting room. “Hello everyone. Hope you don’t mind but I brought scones as a sign I’m your esteemed host.” Almost everyone groaned but accepted the baked good to not be rude. However after on bite those polite countries turned downright sour.
Alfred spat out the scone and held his stomach. “Iggy! What do you put in those things! I remembered they were so good when I was small. What happened?” Francis rolled his eyes and threw his out the nearby window.
“Obviously he’s careless with his cooking. Either that or you’ve gotten slightly better taste since then.” He spat. Everyone started to comment and complain about the food. Arthur’s eyes started to fill; he dropped to his knees and put his face in his hands. The brit started crying like a small child and everyone gasped. They did this normally about Arthur’s cooking, what made the comments about his scones so different?
“Whoa dude, what’s the matter? You don’t break like this normally.” The American asked. This was surely a different experience. Arthur raised his face out of his hands and furrowed his eyebrows.
“No you git! None of you understand what that recipe means to me! You all are to selfish to even care what in bloody hell happened to me years ago when I was depressed. NONE OF YOU!” He shouted at the top of his lungs everyone was in shock.
“That recipe was made by me and my daughter. We were making scones and she was adding the items in the bowl. She may have put too much salt or forgotten to crack the eggs before putting them in there, but I didn’t care. Because I knew it was going to be the last day she’d ever get to do something like that with me. Yes I understand they tasted bad but they were made with a lot of heart. A five year old can only know so much you inconsiderate monsters!” He started crying harder as he shouted at all the nations in the room.
“mon Ami we-“
“Shut it frog! That recipe is all I have left of her. She had passed three days later because of her tumor! None of you understand anything do you?” He stopped crying but was replaced with hiccups. Then Canada, the only one who had ever listened to England from the day his daughter died to what new fish-n-chips recipe he discovered, put a hand on his shoulder.
“Hey Arthur, tell your maple her scones were yummy today. And give this to her as well hmm?” He smiled and held out a small white lily. He had met the small child once or twice so he knew her favorite flower. The blonde smiled and took the flower in his hands.
“Thank you. She’d love to know that. After all she’s my reason why I live.”
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There goes my heart now, the feels, I'm not crying, you are, shut it!