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Bunny!England x Reader- Easter from the Heart

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This is the second part of the Easter story I made from 2013- if you wish to read the first part before getting to this, part one can be found in the description. Thank you, and Happy Easter!


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"Happy Easter,  _________!"

Indeed, today had been April nineteenth, the day where children all around the world would hop out of bed to go in search of the baskets the well known rabbit had hid for them the night before- their little hands dunking hardboiled eggs that had been prepared that morning into cups of colored water, instantly drawing little faces on them afterwards to give the appearance that they had been alive. Today was the candy filled, egg hunting day known as Easter, a national holiday that had been a tad more refreshing than that of Valentines, where everyone showed their love for others by buying stuffed animals and chocolates that would be neglected and eaten, or St. Pactricks day, everything you can possibly think of being decked out in shades of green, beer being guzzled until the person tipped down due to fatigue and drunkedness.

A giant smirk tugged at the corners of your lips as you knelt down to your two neighbors, Alfred and Matthew, who had decided to spend this bright spring day with you searching for eggs the Easter bunny had so generously left behind for them. The two both had identical brown woven baskets gripped in an anticipated like fashion in their hands, Matthew holding his stuffed polar bear that never seemed to leave his side in the other, their figures adorned with their Sunday best- which you knew right away would get soiled and dirty due to the fact they'd be crawling in and out of bushes and trees just to find the colored eggs which held all their treats and goodies. Normally you would have thought it odd for two children you weren't related in any way to willingly want to come over to your house for a day without their guardian, but since you had babysat the brothers a few times and knew one of their caretakers, Francis, it hadn't really bothered you in the slightest. The Frenchman had told you a day in advance that he had to attend a rather important meeting, and though it broke his heart that he wasn't able to spend the day with Alfred and Mathew, it wasn't really something he could skip. He had tried to get one of their relatives to look after the pair while he was gone, but the boys had insisted upon you babysitting them for the day. You agreed with the plan, seeming as though you hadn't really had anything else going on for the day and thought it would be fun to go egg hunting with two children.

"Hey boys!" you opened the door a little wider, just enough so they could come in, and gestured for the two to come out from the warm sunshine that hit your porch just right. "Come on in. I have some ham and potatoes cooked for lunch just in case you didn't have anything to eat yet, and once you're done, we can go and hunt for eggs hidden in the backyard!"

As soon as you had mentioned the very idea of food, Alfred's eyes lit up like the fourth of July, a toothy smile adorning his face. Since you had looked after the child before, you knew that he enjoyed consuming food, thinking about food, and even talking about food, more so than any other person you had ever seen before. It's like he was always constantly eating, just like someone who had never tasted food before and thought it was the absolute best thing in the world. And Matthew seemed like the American boys complete opposite- he hardly ate anything, and everything that he did eat had to be covered with maple syrup. It didn't really matter what it had been, from toast to French fries, it had to be covered with the sticky liquid that you'd usually only put on pancakes or waffles. But it seemed as though the small Canadian boy had been interested in nothing more than the thought of a bunny hiding eggs and baskets with sweets and such in the large backyard that was located behind your house.

Both of them came rushing in past you to get into the kitchen, their baskets still clutched in between eager hands as their little feet shuffled across the carpeted entry way. Simply smiling at the two and their enthusiasm for what excitement lye ahead of them in the day, you shut the door behind you and followed them, just to be sure that Alfred didn't shovel all the ham into his mouth before anybody else got a taste of the juicy meat.

By the time you had made it into the kitchen, Alfred and Matthew had already seated themselves at your dining room table next to the small window you always seemed to gaze endlessly out of, hands resting in their laps as they awaited you to bring them lunch that would soon be gone in no time flat. The sight couldn't help but make a laugh illuminate from your throat, their heads turning straight towards you as soon as you had done so.

"It smells delicious, Miss _______." the shy Canadian peered over to the stove where the miniature ham sat in the tin pan you had placed it upon not ten minutes before they arrived, fully cut and ready to serve, the smell indeed making its way around the kitchen and into the noses of the children sitting at the table.

"I hope it tastes as good as it smells...." in all honesty, you had never really cooked something as big as this before, seeing as though you never had a reason to. It was rare for someone to actually come over on an event such as this, just for the fact that you usually went over to your relatives house for special holidays, and you didn't have to do much of anything. Simply enjoy the company and the food, soaking in the togetherness that all the people around you supplied. But since this year your Mother and Father had decided to take a vacation for Easter, as well as your other family members spending quality time with their spouses and children, you didn't have anywhere to go or anything to do. And so the ham you had bought from the supermarket not the night before was made quickly and rather poorly, due to the fact you didn't have alot of time and you didn't know the first thing about cooking meat.

"I'm sure it'll be awesome, ______!" Alfred grabbed his fork and his knife, ready to dive into the meat like a lion with an unsuspecting antelope. "Everything you make for us when we're over tastes delicious!"

You gave a small laugh, still not too entirely confidant about your food. Alfred, the boy who would guzzle and consume nearly anything that was put in front of him, said that your meals taste good. In all honesty, you hadn't even known if he's actually tried anything you've made from scratch. The only remotely edible things you've made for him to eat in the past were microwavable waffles and chicken nuggets that took about fifteen minutes to make by stove, just because those were really the only things you knew how to make. It was a gift from god that you actually managed to cook ham without bursting your entire house up into flames. Pushing all this aside, you simply took the boys' compliments and served up a few pieces of ham to each child, not forgetting to grab the half empty maple syrup bottle out of the fridge just for Matthew like you knew he would want as soon as you set the plate in front of him.

It took Alfred two minutes before a piece of ham was sliced into two pieces, one end shoved into his mouth to be gnawed on like a shark, both hands gripping the piece of meat as he abandoned his fork and knife like they hadn't even existed in the first place. Matthew, however, stuck with his table manners and cut his food into bite size pieces, squirting a fair amount of syrup upon his food as he did so. As soon as he was done preparing it to be eaten, the child kissed his disheveled white polar bear on the tip of his nose before setting him in his Easter basket to be picked back up after the contents on his plate we no longer there. The sight couldn't help but make you want to let out a heartwarming squee, the sight of the boy openly giving affection such as that to his stuffed animal almost unbearable.

After awhile, the only sounds to be heard were that of Alfred's constant aggressive chewing and a tweeting bird outside your window, the animal enjoying the bright spring day almost as much as you were. It was nice to be in the company of people on a day like this, even if that company were two little boys you hadn't gotten to know very well yet.

"So, are you two excited to go hunt for the presents the Easter Bunny left for you?" you smiled, yours arms resting gently upon the table as you leaned forward to take in the brothers excited expressions. Matthew nodded profusely, fully ready to crawl on the ground and find the plastic eggs filled with candies and bubbles- but to your surprise, Alfred continued to eat, not saying a word on the subject. Hadn't he been excited not moments earlier about filling his basket to the brim with Easter treats? Your confused look must have caught his attention because he paused a moment, finished devouring his ham, and looked at you with a blue eyed gaze that held so much innocence and wonder, only to mutter a sentence you can honestly say you hadn't seen coming from him.

"The Easter Bunny doesn't exist."

And with that, he continued to eat the piece of ham he was working on a moment before, no other word on the subject escaping his lips. You looked over to Matthew, who simply stared down at his half eaten food, his hands tucked tightly in his lap, eyes looking as though they were filled to the brim with tears. How could Alfred just bluntly utter something like that in front of his brother? Your eyebrows furrowed only the slightest bit, your hues fixated back on Alfred.

"What do you mean the Easter Bunny doesn't exist? Of course he does! Wherever did you hear something like that from?"

"One of my friends at school told me that he wasn't real. He said that his parents told him that there isn't actually an Easter Bunny who hides baskets of treats and colored eggs for you to find, or a Santa Clause who slides his fat belly through a chimney just to put presents under trees all over the world in one single night. And that when you loose one of your baby teeth, there isn't really a Tooth Faerie who takes it from under your pillow at night and leaves money for you instead." the boy shrugged, stating everything as if he were an expert on the matter. "So when you say the Easter Bunny hid the eggs in the backyard for Mattie and I to find, I know that you're really lying- I know you're the one who hid them there for the two of us to find. You just want us to believe there's a giant rabbit who left them there instead."

Your eyes widened, surprised at the fact that he actually called you a liar. Of course you were his age once, naive, young, always believing what you were told and treating the words as if they were all real, all the time, nothing ever fake and unpure. And of course you had the same news brought to you- that these creatures that brought joy to children all over the world weren't actually real- just figments of imaginations people had created to make others happy. And if it weren't for the happenings that had occurred just last year, you would have believed him.

Last Easter, a little man with blonde hair, emerald eyes, and little bunny ears had appeared in your living room with a simple white egg. He had traveled from god only knows where just to deliver a tiny message scrawled upon crayon that, once dyed with color, would reveal a word that would leave you speechless for minutes on end. You had lost all belief that these magical beings actually existed, but this little man adorned in ears, Arthur, would restore your childhood fantasies of them once again. And so for Alfred to say that they hadn't existed- it reminded you of how you, too, had once fell into this neverending pit of assumption you couldn't quite crawl out of for many, many years. You couldn't just let him sit there and continue to believe that there wasn't an Easter Bunny when, in fact, you had looked one eye to eye not only a year ago.

You had to make him believe.

With one swift motion both of the boys' plates had been swept off the table with your hands, the contents of your hard work scraped into the garbage can, never to be seen again.

"H-Hey!" Alfred looked back and fourth between you and the table in dumbfoundment, his mind not fully comprehending on what had just happened. Matthew didn't argue with your sudden decision, for he was too preoccupied holding his stuffed companion to his chest as tears dared to prickle from his eyes at the thought of there not being any mythical bunny hiding eggs all around the world. "What was that for?!"

"I'm going to prove to you that there is indeed an Easter Bunny, and that he was the one who hid all of your eggs out in the backyard." you set your hands on your hips, confident that your newly formed plan would work out perfectly in the end.

It was only last year that you had stopped believing in the Easter Bunny. Of course you had been shown at a young age that this creature hadn't really existed- but there was still part of you that had always believed he was always there. And that's when Arthur had shown up. When your belief had been fully drained out of you, it was only then he appeared to you, showing you that there was still wonder to be found in the world. It now dawned on you that maybe, just maybe, because Alfred had stopped believing, Arthur would reappear and show the boy that he had been wrong all along. There was a one in a millionth chance that this would actually happen, just for the fact that many children around the world can stop believing at any given time and the man might not be able to show up to this boy alone. But it was worth a shot, wasn't it?

You walked around to the other side of the table, grabbing either of the boys' hands and demanding that they pick up the baskets they had brought before they came. Each gave another a slightly worried look, but they did as they were told and asked no questions about it.

It was not only moments later you found yourselves in the back yard, the sun shining perfectly upon the dozens of trees and bushes scattered around your yard. You let go of their hands, looking down upon their tiny figures in complete and utter stubborn-ness towards the fact you had wanted them both to see that the bunny had been as real as the two of them, and was not just some figure of their imagination.

"Now I want you two to go around the yard and start looking for eggs. I don't want to see one single area in this place to be unsearched. Do you understand?"

"H-How...How is this going to prove that there's...an Easter Bunny?" Matthew peered up to you through his black rimmed glasses, uncertain as to why you were so eager to prove that you were completely and utterly right.

You smiled back at him, your arms crossed lightly over your chest. "I'm sure that he'll be showing up any minute now. Just go searching, and I'll call you both if I manage to find him."

And with that the three of you were off, them looking for brightly colored eggs hidden in trees, bushes, and grass, you looking for a tiny man with bunny ears you weren't even completely certain would show up for you or not. And yet, did you feel your search was completely and totally unnecessary and useless? Absolutely not. If it meant that their minds would be wiped clean of these lies you had once believed were true, then it would be worth it in the end.

You started to head towards the opposite end of the yard in hopes he might be hiding out in the trees somewhere, silently watching as the two searched for the eggs he had hid so carefully for them the night before. After all, if you put that much work into doing something, you'd probably want to see the outcome of it all, right? Maybe he had been here after all. "Arthur?" you cuffed your hands to the sides of your mouth, a small whisper echoing through the trees you directed your words towards. "Please answer me if you're there. I really need your help right now..."

When no reply came, you started to walk more to your left, your head pointed up at the trees in case he had been hiding out under some leaves and twigs, perhaps in a birds nest of some sorts. "Arthur! Come on, bunny boy, I know that you're here somewhere."

Again, no other voices besides that of Alfred and Matthews could be heard, their excited shrieks of having found a few eggs spreading through the yard. This couldn't help but make you feel a little bit better about the situation, but not to the point where you wanted to stop looking. Where had he been? "Are you really only going to show up when I don't want you to, or what's going on here? Because if you don't pop up somewhere soon, the beliefs in you from a two certain boys are going to disappear forever."

You bent down to the bed of rocks below you, your hand picking up a rather large one to look underneath it to see if anything was there. Of course, to your dismay, all you found was more rocks- the eact opposite thing you had wanted to see. Giving a defeated sigh, your legs gave out from under you, your body kneeling to the ground and falling into the grass. If Arthur had been anywhere else in the yard, the boys would have found him already. You did, after all, tell them to search everywhere. This end of the yard had been completely scoured, and there was no other possible places to check for the miniature man. Alfred hadn't had any hope in the fact that he would be here anywhere, and you doubted that Matthew had felt any differently than his brother. Maybe you should have felt the exact same way. After all, what were the chances Arthur would want to show up now? Perhaps his appearance was only for you and you alone to see.

"Look, Mattie, I found a blue one! I hope there's a giant chocolate egg inside!"

"Alfred, I don't think that a big egg could fit inside a little egg like that..."

"...You're right...but there's still totally gonna' be chocolate inside, though! I can feel it!"

Closing your eyes, you let the little continuous conversations between the two around you swarm into your ears, a small giggle sounding from your throat. It seemed as though they were having fun finding all the eggs and treats Arthur had left for them, even though they hadn't known that it was from him. If only they hadn't thought you had done all this hard work instead of him...

"...Psst, _______. Open up your bloody eyes before open them for you."

You planned to open your eyes back up to look at the cloudless portrait painted above you, the trees branches hanging over the sun in a perfectly aligned manor, along with either Alfred or Matthew hovering over you with a basket full of eggs. But instead of green leaves and small child engulfing your vision, all you were able to see were two orbs of emerald placed upon a porcelain like face, caterpillar eyebrows raised up in an almost surprised like expression, but not quite so. With bunny ears disheveled and a green cloak covering a white, puffed night gown, you knew that you had been staring face to face, quite literally, with none other than Arthur himself. His tiny hands bunched up the tiniest amount of rosey flesh from your cheeks, a smile slowly making itself upon his dirtied little face.

"Hello again, love." he awkwardly reajusted his feet so they were placed directly under your nose, giving you a chance to speak, seeming as though they were on your rosebud lips not moments earlier. You smiled back, nothing but relief falling over your entire being.

"Look who finally decided to show up." you cocked your eyebrow, a slight smirk tugging at your lips. "I've been looking everywhere for you, you know."

"Yes, I know." he gave you a slight smirk, the grip around your skin tightening the slightest. "And I want to thank you for putting effort into wanting children to believe in me so badly. But I came not to restore belief into those children, but to tell you that there really isn't any need to do so."

...No need to them to believe in him anymore? You carefully took both of your hands and picked Arthur up from your face, sitting up so you could simply hold him in your palms and talk to him without straining your eyes to look directly into his face. "What do you mean you're not going to get them to believe in you again? That's the whole point of Easter! For children to go in search of the things you specifically left just for them. If they don't believe in you anymore, then I'll be taking credit for something you worked so hard to accomplish. I just don't feel right doing something like that..."

"But think about this for a moment- if Alfred and Matthew really didn't think I was real anymore, why would they be trying so hard to find all the eggs I hid for them?" he smiled at your confused empression, your mind not fully wrapping around the fact that there was still a little hope left in the two. "If anything, they just believe in the Easter Bunny a little less so than they had before. I came now simply to tell you that there's really no need to prove it to them. When all their hope is drained, it is only then I will come on my own to show them the truth. But for now, I think I'll let them be with the thoughts they already have of me."

You became quiet for a moment, soaking in all the words Arthur had just spoken to you. He reajusted himself upon your hands, hoisting his tiny body up on your palms to brush the dirt off his clothes, likely to be put there from all the eggs he had hidden the night before.

"I know I just arrived, but I think that it's time that I take my leave." Arthur held out his hand to you, the other gripping the strap of the backpack he always carried around. "Happy Easter, poppet. I'm glad that I got the chance to see you once again."

Instead of taking his hand and giving him a handshake, such as he had wanted you to do, you bent down an inch or two and placed a small kiss upon his forehead, such as you had done before. He didn't protest against your action, instead giving you a warm smile that made your heart flutter at how cute this little man really was. "And would you be so kind as to tell Alfred and Matthew I said hello? I'm sure that they'd enjoy it."

And with that, Arthur was gone as fast as he had came, disappearing into the bright spring day like the wind itself, leaving you to sit in the grassy corner of your yard. Your gaze transitioned itself to the palm of your hand, the only evidence that he was actually there being that of the little dirtied footprints he left behind. You smiled to yourself, having no doubt in his mind that he was actually there.

"_______! Did you find the Easter Bunny yet?!" Alfred came bounding over towards you in an excited fashion, making sure not to spill the colorful contents that were collected inside his basket. Matthew followed closely behind, toddling over a little more carefully than his brother, the polar bear still tucked tightly underneath his arm.

"I...I did find him, actually." you took your eyes off of the children and peered back down to your hands, the little footprints still marked on your palms. Perhaps it was meant to be this way. "He wanted to say hello to Matthew and you in person, but he had to go and deliver more eggs.."

Just like that, a wide, toothy smile washed over Alfreds face, his head spinning back to look at his brother. "Did you hear that Mattie?! The Easter Bunny was actually here! I knew that Lovino was pulling the wull over my eyes!"

You smirked, knowing then and there neither Alfred nor Matthew would brush off the British bunny for quite some time, having full hope that every year he would hide more things for the two to find.

And with this, you were happy.

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Seeing is believing- but sometimes, the most real things in the world are the things we can't see.

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