Twisted Triangle- 2p England x Reader x Russia

Chapter 1: Bloody Cupcake


Your name was [F/N] [L/N] and you weren’t exactly what anyone would call an extrovert in any way what so ever, rather, you liked to keep to yourself and day-dream off in la-la-land from time to time, but you couldn’t help it, that’s just who you were. You weren’t what they’d call the belle of the ball, but you also weren’t exactly made of glass either. No… you were normal, at least that’s what you told yourself, but what was?
Today was just supposed to be another below average day filled with absolutely nothing awe-inspiring to see. But like usual, every time you took a step outside your house it was always that constant feeling of being watched! Yeah, normal… or at least for you it was. You didn’t know who it was or how many there were, but you’d trained yourself for years to not dwell too much on the thought, that’s how you usually got through your day. The last thing you needed was to think that you were paranoid out of your mind by thinking that you were being stalked when clearly there was no way in hell that was even remotely possible!...right?

Apparently this time you should’ve listened to your gut…

You were at home looking through your favorite old books that you’d collected and filed neatly in your massive bookshelf that took up half the wall in your room and towered at the ceiling. Scanning through the hardbacks you spotted a rather old cookbook and immediately pulled it out, wiping the dust away to reveal its name, “…Traditional Pastry Sweets?” you flipped open the book and looked through the different captions and found a most enticing dessert that always brought the smallest smile to your face. And quickly flipping through the pages you stopped at the page that held the ever so delicate miniature cakes topped with elaborate designs of frosting delight.

You felt your smile widen chirpily as a tiny giggle escaped your throat, “Cupcakes…how decadent~” you smiled, admiring the fluffy dessert. At home you were nearly as free as a bird, well, as free as a caged bird could get. Ever since you were just a child you’d been brought up to fear the outside world, and to never trust anyone. Your parents were what some would call…cautious. Giving you verily limited time outdoors and sealed within the confines of your house like a bird, they treated you like a princess locked up in a tower. But there were also times when they treated you as a house girl, going back and forth between the two to relay messages they said to each other, using you as a liaison for their own enjoyment and if you refused they’d deny you of ever loving them. Your father was always overly affectionate, maybe more so than you’d have liked, while your mother was always fairly distant, and your little brother would always insult and curse at you for something he’d done, but that was normal right? That’s what you thought at least, that is until you started going to High School, there you got to see exactly how different your life was from practically everyone else, but that was also the day something weird had happened to your family.

It was almost like a swap had happened; they no longer tried to keep you bottled away in the house, almost as if they were the opposites of themselves. Actually, this had happened to a lot of people you’d known, both good and bad. And by the time you were old enough to live on your own you were practically kicked out of their lives, a strong sense of fear burned into their faces as they did so too.

And now here you were, three years later, and living as a work at home lady living in fear of the outside and people. But that wasn’t enough to stifle your curiosity. Sometimes you’d wander outside your house just far enough into the woods and observe every living, non-living, and inanimate object there was to see. But that was it, you enjoyed looking at the landscape, hills, mountains, rivers, creaks, you name it. It brought you this strange sense of life that you’d never felt before, like a caged bird spreading its wings and taking flight. That was who you were, that caged bird that would always dream of the open air and endless sky to the world.

You pressed the bud of your fingers along one of the cupcakes on the page; tracing its shape with a finger you could almost smell the sweet scent of [f/f] from the picture. But as you waltzed into your kitchen you were immediately startled by the soft hum of singing going on by your stove. And you instantly felt your heart stop as your voice lost its way within the confines of your throat.

Peeking around the corner, you were surprised to see a young man clad entirely in florescent shades of pinks and neon blues. His hair was an unusual mop of faded pink that meshed evenly into the faint blonde of his hair. You couldn’t see much of him though, since he was turned away from you and humming a strange yet cheery tune to, even more strangely, a song you’d completely made up. You were at first entranced in his little serenade but soon snapped out of it when he quickly spun around on his heels and stopped his little song. His skin was pale and on his cheeks was the slight traces of a blush and along with his odd colored attire you could see now that he was wearing what looked like a light purple sweater vest which covered his button up pale-pink collared shirt and then there was that oddly placed neon blue bowtie. But the most shocking feature to him had to be his unusual set of eyes. They were like looking into an open blue sky with spiraling fluffy pink clouds. Quite unusual indeed.

He grinned at you, a smile that reached from ear to ear, and placed a fresh batch of the new cupcakes on the countertop. He giggled some before skipping over to you and hopped on the last step to where he was now seriously invading your bubble.

“Poppet, do you know why I’m here?” he asked.

You could hear the odd sense of excitement in his voice as he spoke, almost a bit too eager. You just stared at him, unsure how to answer, since for one, he was a stranger in your house…and two… he was a stranger baking random cupcakes in your kitchen…very odd, you thought. He just watched you, waiting for you to answer his question, but when you didn’t you saw a frown quickly replace the grin on his face and he leaned back a little, letting his hand graze the counter for a cupcake before snatching it and thrust it in your face. You jumped a little when the pressed the cupcake closer to your mouth, all the while smiling that insane grin of his.

“Fancy a cupcake, love? They’re really quite good really.~” he said, his wide grin somehow increased with every word. You gave him a skeptical look before lifting your hand and revealing your palm, ‘…This is seriously screwed up…’ you thought as he delicately placed the tasty morsel in your hand. You looked at the delightful treat, examining it and a sudden click occurred to you. You hadn’t noticed till now, since he hadn’t frosted it yet, but these were the very same ones that you’d just been eyeing in your cookbook.
You immediately tightened your grasp on the cake, holding it firmly. “This…this is the same type of cupcake I was just looking at…” you growled lowly and held out the book for him to see.

He just blinked a bit as he stared at the old cookbook in your hands before a wide smile spread across his face once more, “Oh! I’ve read that one before!~ Rather lovely dishes, really… Oh-but all of your books are rather nice dear. Especially those baking books! I’ve come to love them—Thhiiiiis much!!!~” he chimed with his arms spread out wide to show how much he’d loved your books. You felt a bead of sweat roll down your cheek as you avoided looking at him and instead took an interest in the wall next to you. But that only seemed to annoy him. He then noticed that you hadn’t eaten the cupcake yet and pouted, “You didn’t eat it yet!~” he whined. “Oh! Would you rather it be frosted love? Why of course you would, silly me~” and with that he snatched the cake back from you and skipped on over to the counter where the other await.

As he frosted the cupcakes you started to mentally facepalm yourself, ‘Why the hell am I not freaking out right now? Oh good lord…I’m in the presence of a potential serial killer….And-I’m-Not-Freaking-Out….Frick’n Brillia—‘ but before you could finish your thought the strawberry blonde male flopped the now frosted cupcake in your face. A now deadly grin seemed to spread across his poison-laced lips as he let out a maniacal laugh, “Here you go, love!~ I do hope you like it~….It’s to die for…”

You felt yourself break into a cold sweat as you glared in question at the treat in his hand. And swallowing a lump in your throat you rotated your eyes up to look him in his blue and pink swirling eyes, you took the treat from his hands and stared it down…eyeing it with dissatisfaction before looking at him again. “..T-..Uh..The way you said that just now…did you poison this by chance?” you asked calmly,

The man’s grin disappeared and he blinked in surprise at first, taken back by your calm response, but almost as fast as it disappeared it returned and he giggled darkly, “Oh love, now why on Earth would I ever do something like that? It’s simply just the most delicious thing you’ve ever tried!~ Now. Won’t you?~” he tipped your hand slightly, lifting it closer to your lips, but before it could even touch you took a step back, giving yourself a consideral amount of space between you two. The man pouted slightly at your sudden withdrawal but watched you nonetheless, still eager to see you try his cooking.

Growling quite lowly you nipped some at your favorite part of the cake, the icing, and rather quickly to your discomfort a small smile made its way onto your face, a pretty soon you found yourself nibbling bit by bit at the cake, each nibble growing larger and larger until, finally, the entire cupcake was locked away in your belly. You looked around a bit and then back at your hand noticing the empty wrapper. “………………”

Looking back at the man you shook slightly as another bead of sweat rolled down your cheek. The man was just ecstatic, his eyes sparkled brightly and his grin looked as if it couldn’t grow any bigger as he jumped up and down squealing in front of you with glee. “So? Well, love? How was it?!” he pressured, his hands entwined in front of him as he waited for your reply. You stared at the empty wrapper in your hand again as you waited for any signs that it could have in anyway been poisoned, but to your relief no such sign came and you sighed a sigh of relief. “It was…okay…” you said with an unimpressed tone, but you knew that it was more than just okay, you just wouldn’t say it, but regardless that seemed to be enough for him as he started bouncing about your kitchen and giggling like a happy little school girl in love. “I knew it! I knew you’d love it, poppet!’ he squealed and then for some reason stopped his happy bouncing only to quickly spin around and hop over to you and leaned his face close to yours, only stopping a mere three to four inches away.

“Say, ________, dear?~ You wouldn’t mind if I moved in, right?”



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