Snore - A one-shot reactionThe British cat had not meant to nap so long. As he padded through his dark house he muttered to himself angrily over how his owner, his owner's mate, and his own wanna-be mate had not bothered to wake him before heading to bed for the evening. He carefully nosed the door to the Master bedroom open and made a B-line for his cushioned basket at the foot of the bed. There he found the large American cat, completely at peace, laying on his back and taking up nearly the entire basket.
"Bloody idiot..." The English cat whispered before managing to nuzzle himself in next to the unconscious animal he was making a tentative relationship with. He was almost about to go back to sleep when a particularly loud snore came from the bed above them. So loud, in fact, that it rather surprised the smaller cat and he quickly sat up alert. After he realized what had happened he glared up at the bed.
"Honestly. Have they no shame?" He carefully crouched and jumped on to the bed in order to give them a piec
America x England - Winter WonderlandAmerica x England - Winter WonderlandAmerica x England - Winter Wonderland3 years ago in Settings More Like This
Arthur was in a considerably foul mood. He exhaled in annoyance, not really listening to the American's rant about how Harry Potter ended too abruptly, and couldn't J.K bring out another book? He was far too tired to retaliate with the fact that since Voldemort had been defeated there were no exciting events occurring anymore, and so, the next generation of Hogwarts students would be leading boring lives not at all worthy of a few hundred pages of telling. Instead his mind wandered back to the house they had embarked from a few minutes prior. The house with a boiled kettle ready to pour a steaming cup of tea which he could consume whilst huddled under layer upon layer of warm blankets, reading a good book by some enthralling author. His mind soon hesitantly wandered back to his current situation though as a cold wind rattled through him and snow left icy kisses on his flushed face. He shivered violently and adjusted his scarf further over his face.
Christmas Proposal- USUKChristmas morning, the only day Alfred would wake before noon. Long before noon. He'd wake up at 5 AM, along with his boyfriend, Arthur. Him and Arthur had been in a relationship for about 2 years. "Arthur! Arthur! Its Christmas morning! C'mon, presents!" He shook him.Christmas Proposal- USUK3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Alfred, this is the only time you'll ever hear me say this, but go back to bed. What time is it, anyways?"
"5:13." Alfred replied. Arthur just groaned in response.
"Can't you wait another hour?"
"No! I wanna see what I got!"
"If you're honestly that curious, I could just tell you."
"That ruins the fun!" Obviously fed up with his boyfriends refusal to get up, he picked him up bridal style.
"Put me down this instant!" He squirmed. "You know how much I hate it when you do this!"
"Nuh uh. You smile when I do it sometimes. And you blush too. Now stop squirming or I might drop you down the stairs." That got Arthur to just accept the fate that he won't be able to get anymore sleep. Down the stairs and to the right sat their li
America x England - YouAmerica x England YouAmerica x England - You4 years ago in Settings More Like This
The morning rays of the sun were considerably warm, even for the chilly UK; but the sunlight beaming through the windows was not enough to warm America as he stared coldly at England whom laid beside him in bed. He didn't feel cold because it was autumn in Britain, nor was it because he was naked; he felt cold because of the chills that the scars plastered on England's pale skin gave him.
America reached out and stroked a few of the scars with his fingers, calloused from excessive gaming. He breathed a disapproving sigh as he remembered being younger, happily welcoming England back home, and then gasping as England removed his garments, revealing his bloody, bandaged torso. "Just a flesh wound" he would say, but for America it was an emotional blow. He remembered how his weak fingers used to reach out and stroke that wounded torso, as they were doing now, in the present time.
His fingers moved to caress England's shoulder blades, and he smiled as England em
On This Day.... (USUK)Arthur grumbled and grunted, walking down the street. He was currently in the US, walking towards America's house.On This Day.... (USUK)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Well, quite simply because the loud-mouthed American whom he had been calling, texting and e-mailing for the last several hours had gone missing. Just vanished! There were several countries looking for him and not finding him England knew because since these countries couldn't find America, they'd turned to him, since he seemed to be the closest person to the idiotic blond.
On his way, he noticed several flags stuck in the ground, lining the sidewalks. Miniature American flags with red and white stripes and all fifty stars on each. England took a moment to admire just how self-centered these American's could be, before walking on without giving the flags a second thought.
England arrived at America's house, walking up the few wooden stairs and knocking on the door. He waiting for an answer, fanning himself because of the heat while he waited.
After a few moment
Innocence: 100 Themes Hetalia ChallengeAlfred was my best friend, we met two days ago but I knew for sure that we would be friends forever. I was sitting in my garden playing with the flowers and watering them when he jumped over the fence with a big grin on his face. "Who are you?" I had asked him.Innocence: 100 Themes Hetalia Challenge3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I am Alfred F. Jones the hero!" He then told me, and I nodded and then stepped closer to him.
"I am Arthur Kirkland, nice to meet you. But what are you doing in my garden?" I asked him, being ever so polite like my mother had taught me.
"I moved in yesterday and my dad told me to introduce myself, I just couldn't be bothered to walk around 'cause I saw you in the garden" He explained.
"Oh that makes sense, do you want to play?" I then asked him and we messed around for the rest of the day, sometimes playing his games which mainly involved robots and aliens and sometimes we would play mine which included faeries and unicorns. I had so much fun that day and then I asked if he could come for tea tomorrow and my mother said yes! I
APH-USUK: The Spade's HeartThe rush of battle in his veins; the adrenaline pulsing from his heart to fingertips as his sword swung, cutting down those who came in his way. He never paused, never stopped to wipe his sweaty and blood-stained locks out of his face - instead plunged again in the fray. His opponents cowered in front of him but still made a fighting attempt. They tried with broadswords, javelins, daggers and axes but nothing would cut the fighting force down. The blue armor on the man was a beacon of bravery on the battlefield, and no one dared truly challenge him.APH-USUK: The Spade's Heart3 years ago in Drama More Like This
The man was the King of Spades Alfred. The suits were at war, and the barely restrained anger had snapped and was now a full-on battle. The Spades and their king Alfred, queen Arthur and jack Yao were leading their sapphire-clad army into a full-blown battle with the Hearts, Diamonds and Clubs.
The Spades were known for valiance and for bravery, for sacrifice in the name of common good. This was not the first battle Alfred
Junk of the HeartJunk of the HeartJunk of the Heart3 years ago in Settings More Like This
Sitting on a park bench in the middle of Central Park in spring. The light cool breeze whispering through the leaves and the sunshine reflecting in the water making it look like the wish fountain was filled with tiny diamonds. Birds singing nature's love songs to one another harmonizing with the pleasant backdrop of children laughing and idle chatter between lovers. Sounds pretty romantic, doesn't it?
Not to Arthur Kirkland.
No, instead he shivers with the wind, squints at the sun and the noise around him makes his migraine split his head open. And the "idiot" sitting next to him is making it worse. His boyfriend, self-proclaimed hero, Alfred F. Jones, who seems to be perfectly content with life and is always so irritatingly happy, was busying himself with his iPod. Arthur questioned why they are even together in the first place. They had absolutely nothing in common and to Arthur, Alfred seemed totally out of sync with his feelings.
His depression over losing his job
USUK Nekotalia funUSUK Nekotalia fun3 years ago in Settings More Like This
A Scottish Fold sat on the arm of the couch of his owner's home watching outside the large windows as the birds came and went on the bird feeder just outside the windows. He just sat there watching them wishing he could get out and chase them.
He had white fur, a small orange spot over his left eye, and an orange tail. He had pretty green eyes just his owner did and the same eye-brows as him. Of course he didn't notice anything with them, since none of the other cats in the neighborhood said anything.
His peace was disturbed though by another cat he lived with. It was his owner's boyfriend's cat, and he annoyed the hell out the British cat.
He jumped slightly when the other cat crashed into the window, he sighed and looked down from the arm of the couch to see if the other cat was alright.
The other cat had a kind of tannish white fur, and brown fluffy mane, he had wonderful blue eyes just like his owner, and he had marks under his eyes that looked very much like those things that his
USUK - Ps. I love youUSUK PS. I love youUSUK - Ps. I love you3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Damn " he groaned.
Arthur's bottle-green eyes flew open on a cold breezy morning. It was a fresh new day, he glanced down upon himself, a noise rang in his head from a hangover, he had really drunk too much last night but then reality struck. He couldn't remember a thing from the previous night but that wasn't all. He was stark naked! What the hell had happened last night? He wasn't sure if he wanted to know. The place beside him was empty however there was a large crease, as if someone had been laid there.
The Brit grumbled to himself and moved to get off the double bed. As soon as his feet hit the floor, an excruciating pain flew into his body, especially his backside. Now he really didn't want to know what happened last night. If it wasn't for the bed crease, you could barely tell anyone besides Arthur himself was there. That was the problem. He bent down in agony to pick up and pull on something to wear so he didn't waltz around nude. Once he
Practice Makes Perfect:UKUSPractice Makes PerfectPractice Makes Perfect:UKUS3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Authors Notes: I own nothing at all. Anyway, for some reason when I look at America I can't help but think that he either doesn't know how to kiss or England had to teach him how to kiss one day, so this is a product of that thought, enjoy.
England was sitting peacefully in his garden, enjoying a nice cup of tea and the morning news paper. The birds were chirping and the butterflies were dancing around his flowers, much to England's delight. Nothing could ever ruin his peaceful morning.
Until and idiot showed up...
Hearing loud banging on the front door of his little English cottage, he decided that if he ignored it the annoyance would go away. It didn't. America, thinking that England hadn't heard his excessive knocking, just went around the corner and began jumping up and down to see over England's white fence.
"Dude... I need... to talk... to you!" America said each time he jumped.
"America, it's eight o clock in the morning, couldn't you have just
Show Me How You BurlesqueShow Me How You BurlesqueShow Me How You Burlesque3 years ago in Settings More Like This
A dull echo of thunder sounded across the cityscape of Los Angeles. The night sky appeared gloomier than usual because of its clouded visage from the current rainfall. The pitter patter of the rain drops sounded against the streets and sidewalks of downtown. Taxis rushed from place to place, trying to earn as many customers as they could to fulfill their quota for the day. Others, like one Arthur Kirkland, were taking the pedestrian route, not afraid of a little rain and wet clothing. His hands were stuffed in his coat pockets, his left fist clenched around a wad of paper with an address on it.
'That bloody frog's place better still be open '
He flicked his wrist to check the time and saw that it was just a few minutes past 11.
"Hell, it might not even be open yet " He sighed and rushed over to stand underneath an awning as the rain continued to fall. His urge to loosen up and get a few drinks in his system was getting stronger by the minute. He told
Falling For YouPairing: PruCanFalling For You3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Matthew Williams' life wasn't all that interesting. Nothing eventful happened to him, unlike his brother Alfred who always had a story to share. No, Matthew's life was boring.
He was seventeen years old; a senior in high school. School life for Matthew was troublesome to say the least. Hardly anyone noticed him; he was constantly ignored and in the halls people would almost always walk into him. In class he managed to avoid being asked a question because the teachers always forgot he was there, and when he did speak up, they always looked surprised. Though sometimes being 'invisible' wasn't a bad thing, he wished people would pay attention to him, like that tall Russian student who always sat on him and claimed that he didn't notice he was there. And again, there were times where he wished the 'invisibility' would stay, due to the fact that his brother was one for shooting his mouth off and Matthew ended up being the one paying for it.
But the fact that p
...But you're sick-usukUsuk! Yaoi, or Alfred attempts anyway ;D...But you're sick-usuk3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Their visits were hardly able to quench the desire to be close to each other, feel the others presence and grasp those moments of just being home. True, they manage to regularly take time out to see each other but it simply never seemed enough. Finally that time comes around; Arthur brimming with carefully concealed excitement as the two settle back into his home to spend the week together...and Alfred falls ill.
So. Bloody. Typical.
It was hardly the lad's fault; England's weather hadn't been the most pleasant considering the time of year and it was always a possibility. Besides an earlier cold, his stomach hadn't been terribly pleased - as far as to turn down his favourite Mc Donald's meal, and no it hadn't been caused by Arthur's cooking thank you very much.
It was always strange to see the boisterous American so sluggish, wanting nothing more than to lie in bed watching movies all day. Of course, this kind of activity, cuddled toget
Together ForeverArthur watched the rain slip down the glass of his window on a miserable Tuesday evening. The weather had been awful all day and it matched his mood perfectly. He rested his cheek on his hand as he adjusted his position on the window seat and he watched the raindrops race each other to the bottom of the glass.Together Forever4 years ago in Romance More Like This
He sighed heavily and glanced at his phone. The small flashing red light indicated that he had a text message and he smiled when he saw who it was from.
Miss you x
Arthur felt like crying. It had been two weeks since he'd seen Alfred. Two weeks since Arthur's parents had found out they were gay. Two weeks had passed since they stopped him from seeing the love of his life. He felt as though the world was against them.
Though the text messages and phone calls sustained their need to talk to each other, they did not satisfy the need to actually see each other, hold each other close.
To say I love you.
Arthur stared at the two word message for a moment then sighe
USUK : Happy BirthdayHappy BirthdayUSUK : Happy Birthday3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Hey, England! Welcome to my birthday party!"
That hyper fool was, once again being a fool. The cold night didn't seem to affect his festive mood, considering he just came out from a festive party scene. Just by seeing him on this particular day dispirited me. His puffy hoodie jacket sleeves were flailing around with excitement. I thought a person who is having his birthday party can dress much better for the occasion, but America is not America if he doesn't manage to prove me wrong. I cringed as he approached me with his usual idiotic gigantic smile.
"So what do you have in store for me this time?... It won't punch my face again, right?"
My face turned beet red in color.
"Blimey, that was the only thing you can recall regarding my present last year, you bloody git?" I got slightly annoyed, wondering if this sick fool actually managed to find his actual birthday present last year. But again, considering this is our dear America...
"Hahahaha! It's s
Welcome HomeAfter being deployed for six months, it's that time again. Alfred F. Jones is coming home from Afghanistan.Welcome Home3 years ago in Romance More Like This
He had known that he was not going to be the only one there, but really, Arthur's short stature did not help him in the slightest at this point in time. It never occurred to him that he would not be the only one to be waiting for a loved one to return from Afghanistan, and so had left it as late as he possibly could to leave for the airport. The airport he knew so well nowadays, where he would always meet with his soldier, throw himself into those arms, which although had seen the harshness of nature, and the harshness of man, would never become cold. Forever, it seemed, he would be warm; radiating the childishness which seemed would be out of place in the images the media had thrown around.
He pushed down his green vest, holding bouquet of red roses—does he even like red roses?—by the stem, covered by the clear plastic, stopping the small tho
Dearly BelovedThe water rushed over his body, a cool sensation that wrapped its way around his entirety. As far as he could see the ocean was a deep blue hue, with spots of sunlight mixing itself inside. He felt himself sinking farther and farther, unable to swim back up for some reason, as if he were bound to the sandy floor. Where was he falling, why was he falling, what had happened? Why was this happening to him? Those were all questions he had not the ability to answer. All he knew was that the sensation was now over, the salt water stinging his eyes. This feeling felt familiar to him, and he didn't know why. His lungs suddenly began to scream for air, yet he could not push himself back to the surface.Dearly Beloved3 years ago in Romance More Like This
He didn't want to go, no, he wasn't ready yet. He reached out his hand, trying somehow to grasp the top of the water before he fell into his watery grave. Please, he thought. I don't want to go away yet.
But he only sunk further and further, the light fading and the darkness swallowing him who
Why I love Him - USUK...WhatisthisIdon'teven -shotdead- Okay, so bear with me! This is my first fanfiction for Hetalia, like, EVER! Tell me if you like it..Why I love Him - USUK3 years ago in Humor More Like This
I was sitting in science class, trying to pay attention to the teacher. But in all honesty I was truly bored. So bored that I was even texting my boyfriend. As I felt my phone vibrate gently in my pocket, as un-suspiciously as I could I began to take it out. When I read the text I tried my best not to smile. Well duh, who smiles looking down at their crotch? Anyway, back to what the text said.
'You really must be bored huh? You never really do text during class'-Hero ♥
I tried not to laugh as I answered,
'Honestly, I'm just replying because I already learnt the periodic table elements' -Captain K ♦
I set my phone down and tried to concentrate on the class as my phone vibrated once again.
America x Reader- Redneck Fourth of July"Hey Alfred," you smiled, hearing a familiar 'yeah' as he picked up his phone on the other end.America x Reader- Redneck Fourth of July3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"OH! (Name) dude! How ya' been?" your American friend laughed.
"I've been great! I was thinking, we should totally get together tomorrow."
"Really?" he sounded hopeful, you chuckled.
"Yeah, my family are all going to my Grandma's house tomorrow, so I was wondering if you wanted to come along?"
"Oh," was that, disappointment? "Sure man. I'll come."
"Great! I'll pick you up around 12. Wear something you can get wet in," you said your good byes and put your phone in your pocket. You were one of the very few who knew about personified countries, and that Alfred was actually the personification of America. You chuckled to yourself as you thought about why he'd sounded so down when you hadn't mentioned what he'd hoped you were going to say.
Did he really think you of all people could possibly forget his birthday?
July 4th was tomorrow. You came from a large family filled with cousins and, dare you
USUK- Returning the FavourAlfred was woken by the sudden wrapping of arms around his neck, and he opened his eyes sleepily to see someone's face being pressed against his chest.USUK- Returning the Favour4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Recognizing the "someone" mentioned above as Arthur, he wound his own arms round the Englishman's body and whispered to him. "Are you awake?"
His response was some sort of whimper; indeed he was awake.
Alfred gently kissed Arthur's forehead. "Are you alright...?"
Arthur turned his head a fraction of an inch to the right to signify the answer of "No." He tilted his head upwards to meet Alfred's lips. The American kissed back hard, sensing that he was being kissed because the Briton wanted to be assured of his existence, that the time they had spent together wasn't a mere dream-
But then, Alfred pondered, why would he need such reassurance?
"Did you have some kind of foul dream?" Alfred questioned curiously.
Alfred somehow drew a yes from Arthur's silence. He knew how it felt to be afraid at night; he knew it well, too well eve
APH- USxUK: Cover-upAmerica turned his head down slightly to look at the British man.APH- USxUK: Cover-up5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"I don't see what you're so upset about."
England scowled. "Why wouldn't I be upset? You threw a pillow in my face. While I was reading."
The taller man pouted. "England, you're so boring. You need to lighten up. It always seems like you have a pole up your ass."
Iggy was not amused.
"That's France, you idiot."
A goofy smile spread across America's face. "Okay, you're right about that. But y'know what I'm sayin'! You need to enjoy life more!"
England scoffed. "You're just an arrogant idiot who spazzes out at the littlest things!" He poked America's chest, but right as he did so, the younger man snatched up his hand and kissed it gently.
"You're a real snot, y'know that?"
The so-called gentlemen blushed as America pressed their lips together. A small moan escaped England as the other nation's tongue started to explore every nook and cranny of his mouth.
Their lips parted, and America grinned. "But I know the whole snob ac
British Seduction PrologueBritish Seduction Prologue4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Airplane food sucks.
Alfred squirmed in the seat, his blue eyes fixed upward at the fasten seatbelt sign, managing a polite smile to the flight attendant as she took away the tray of food, tossing it into a trash bag. Okay, it had been a nasty in-flight meal, but at least he'd gotten something.
Besides, he grinned to himself, he'd be able to pick up some Mickey D's or something when the plane finally stopped taxi-ing.
They had McDonald's in England, right?
Oh god, what if they DIDN'T?
His smile faltered, eyes widening behind his glasses as he considered this possibility, before he breathed out.
Of course they'd have McDonald's.
Who didn't have McDonald's?
That would just be be un-American. Yeah!
Though, really, he wasn't in America, was he? And he wouldn't be for um the whole summer, actually.
A whole summe
His Angel ch1 "I can't.. I can't take it anymore." The young boy's shoulders shook with the force of his sobs, his words coming out broken through clenched teeth. He dropped the knife, droplets of crimson scattering across the floor. Rivulets of red rolled down his wrists and fingertips, shaken onto the carpeting by the force of his trembling hands.His Angel ch13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Matthew William's had never liked his life. He had a twin brother, nice parents, a beautiful mansion-like home, a trust fund that most people would kill for but he wasn't happy. For example, since the day of his birth, his brother Alfred had been everyone's favorite. He was attractive and talented, tall and muscular and fun to be around. All of the girls in school had a crush on him, all the boys in school wanted to be his best friend. He was the captain of the basketball team, and the quarter back on th