2P!Fem!England x 2P!Fem!America: Eat It!

"Eat it for me, please!"

"I told you many times, Olivia! I refuse to eat any of your cookies!"

"Not even for our love, Emily?"

"What the fuck—"

THWACK!

"Swear jar! Just because we're a couple doesn't give you a free pass to curse!"

The brunette huffed angrily as she rubbed her head with one hand, and digged through her pockets with the other. The American female took out a quarter and flicked it into the British girl's swear jar. Her deep pink-coloured eyes were locked on how much money were in the jar. "What are you going to do with the money, anyway?" She muttered, absolutely unpleased. Olivia put the jar away and thought for a moment. She gave the dark-skinned girl in front of her a closed-eyed smile and shrugged. "It's going to be a surprise!" She said happily, making Emily's eye twitch in annoyance. Emily sighed and just accepted the answer, since she knows very well that Olivia isn't going to give her the real reason.

Emily watched Olivia slowly raise her arms up, only to get her face attacked by the British girl's cookies. "Eat it, please!" She whined as Emily backed away quickly. "I said no!" She yelled. The red-haired girl stared at the brunette for a long time, trying to force her girlfriend to submit with the powers of her puppy eyes. Which in reality it's not even working one bit for Emily was looking anywhere but her cute, sad face. Emily took a few steps back before running off through the front door, only for Olivia to chase after her with the tray of cookies in her hands. "Emily, dear~!" She called out in a sing-song voice, making Emily shiver from how creepy it came out. "Nope!" Emily called back and quickly made obstacles to attempt to slow down her British girlfriend.

The American kept running as fast as she can, pushing people who were in the way roughly to the side as Olivia kept running after her, shouting a quick 'sorry' to everyone who was pushed to the side in a rude manner. A tall long beige-blonde haired woman was about to stop Emily for a moment before she spun out of the woman's reach and kept running, shouting "Not now, Asya! I'll talk to ya later!" Asya watched Emily's retreating form and then slowly looked at the opposite direction in confusion, only to see Olivia running after the dark-skinned girl, with a tray filled with yummy-looking cookies. "Hello, Asya! Good-bye, Asya!" Olivia quickly said as she kept running. Asya was left to stand there in utter confusion, watching the blue-eyed girl's retreating form chasing Emily. "Странные люди." She muttered, and just walked away with a shrug.

"Wait, shit! I could've used the damned Russian as a back-up!" Emily cursed to herself as she face-palmed. She felt a presence next to her and glanced over to see a certain blonde-haired woman in a female Royal Canadian Mounted Police Officer with a shorter skirt running in a same speed. The blonde-haired woman looked over at Emily and raised a brow. "What the fuck? It's not like you to take a run outside at fucking 12:00 PM, eh." She asked. "Well Marguerite, as you can see behind me, I'm being chased down by an adorable pink-freak trying to shove a cookie down my fucking throat." Emily explained as she pointed behind herself with her thumb. Marguerite looked behind them and noticed Olivia in the distance. "Ah." She commented.

"Have fun, eh."

"Whoa, wait! I missed one chance by asking Asya, so I'm going to ask you to do me a solid and distract Olivia because I'm starting to miss the feelings in my legs." Marguerite thought for a moment and shrugged.

"Fine, eh. You owe me a solid though." Emily stared with a raised brow.

"What will that solid be?"

"Do my chores for a month." Emily made a quick gesture and sighed.

"Alright, alright. Anything to get Ms. Pinky to give me a break!"

The American watched as the Canadian came to an instant stop and turned over to distract the English woman. Emily turned a corner and slowly stopped. She sat at the dirty cement ground and leaned against the brick wall. Emily breathed heavily from running about three to five blocks. About a good 16 minutes later, she came face-to-face with a cookie. "Eat the cookie, Emily! I promised it's not made with the usual ingredients." Emily quickly looked up to Olivia, bonking her head against the wall in the process. "Ow! Fu—dge!" Nice save. "I don't believe you!"

"Just take the fucking cookie, you idiot!" Emily looked over to see the Canadian girl having her hands on her hips, tapping her foot against the ground. Emily mouthed 'You traitor!' at Marguerite, only to get a "She caught on quickly, what else can I fucking do, eh?" as a response. Emily groaned and snatched the cookie to take a bite. The American glared at the two females as she chewed, then slowly perked up in surprise. "It's...a vegan cookie?" Emily muttered to herself. Marguerite shook her head in disbelief that all the trouble for a fucking vegan-flavoured cookie made for Emily. "Could've been an obedient girlfriend and just ate it in the first place, you goof." She muttered and quickly ran off before Emily could say anything against it. Olivia waved good-bye at the Canadian before turning her attention to her American partner.

"Do you like it?" She asked. Emily nodded in response.

"Made of stuff a vegan would eat and love. Thanks... dear."