2p!EnglandxReader Come Little Children

You waltzed around the pink kitchen, ear buds in, bowl full of cupcake mix in hand, unaware the four men you lived with were watching you. Your favorite song started playing, and you- thinking you were alone- started singing along as you baked.

Come little children,
I'll take thee away.
Into a land of enchantment.
Come little children
The time's come to play
Here in my Garden of Shadows.

"(y/n) can sing?!" Allen whispered from where he hid next to his other roommates. "Apparently." Francois whispered back, eyes still focused on you spinning and singing in the kitchen. Allen just shook his head. "She is quite good isn't she." Oliver said dreamily. He'd had a crush on you since you moved in with them.

Little did he know, the feelings were mutual.

Follow sweet children, 
I'll show thee the way.
Through all the pain and the sorrows
weep not poor children
for life is this way,
Murdering beauty and passions

"How come we've never heard her before?! She doesn't even sing in the shower!!" Matthieu whispered. "I don't know... Maybe she sang when she was younger? Or maybe she's just shy." Oliver whispered, his eyes never leaving your form weaving back and forth, throughout the kitchen in your solo waltz.

Hush now dear children,
It must be this way.
to weary of life and deceptions
Rest now my children, 
for soon we'll away.
Into the calm and the quiet.

Oliver smirked and came out of his hiding place with whispers of, "Oliver what are you doing?!" and "Come back she'll see you!" and "Stupid love-struck man."

You didn't notice him, your eyes were closed and you were humming along to the instrumental. He remained silent, keeping behind you as you swayed through the kitchen, mixing the batter for the cupcakes. He mimicked your every move exactly, never missing a step. It was as if he new this dance, and had done it many times before.

He stayed behind you, just inches away, smiling as you continued to sing.

Come little children,
I'll take thee away.
Into a land of enchantment
Come little children, 
the time's come to play.
Here in my garden of shadows

You went back to the counter to finish baking, still not noticing Oliver behind you. "You know, if you sway around that much, you might spill the batter." Oliver whispered into your ear, making you jump. You yanked out your ear buds and whipped around to face him. "O-Oliver! You scared me!" you squeaked, hoping to god he didn't hear you singing.

"Lovely voice you have poppet, why don't you sing more often?" he asked, tilting his head. You blushed a deep red. "Y-you heard me? I-I'm sorry." you said quickly. "Why are you apologizing poppet? It was lovely." he said, putting a hand on your shoulder. "You... don't mind?" you asked.

"Of course not, you have an amazing voice!" he said cheerily. "I... I do?" You asked, getting confused. "Yes, why don't you sing more often?" he asked again. you looked down, biting your lip, unsure if you should tell him the truth or not. "It's alright," he said. "You can tell me anything."

You took a deep breath and said, "Before I came to live here with you guys, I lived with my dad. I sang a lot when I was younger, but after my mom passed away, My dad would hit me every time I sang, telling me I had a horrible voice and I was always off key.. so... I only sing when no one is around now."

You looked up at him, waiting for a reaction.

~Oliver's POV~

She looked up at me with worried eyes. It hurt me to see such fear and worry in those beautiful (e/c) eyes. I couldn't say anything, I had no words, so instead, I pressed my lips against hers. I could tell this surprised her, and that scared me, I thought she didn't like me back, but after a second she kissed me back, wrapping her arms around my neck.

I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her closer to me. This moment could have lasted forever. Something right then flew through the air and hit me in the head.

~Your POV~

You heard a whack and Oliver withdrew. You opened your eyes. Oliver was holding his head, and you spotted Allen's bat on the ground. You looked out the door of the kitchen and saw Allen, Matthieu and Francois in the next room watching you two. "NO SEX IN THE KITCHEN!!" Allen shouted. 

"Get a room!" Matt yelled with a smirk. "Oliver's getting nailed tonight!" Francois shouted, both fists in the air. It was Oliver's turn to blush. "I-I wasn't.... No I'm not!" He said. You groaned. "You all heard me?" The three men nodded. You looked away blushing again. Oliver took your face in his hands and brought it up to look at him. 

"You can sing whenever you want here love." He said, before kissing you again. Another whack was heard and when you opened your eyes this time, Matt's hockey stick was lying on the ground. "What did I just say?! No sex in the kitchen!!" Allen yelled. Oliver blushed again and yelled back, "We aren't having sex!!"

You giggled and went back to making cupcakes. With Oliver's help, they came out perfectly.