Last Call CasualtyEngland x ReaderLast Call Casualty3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You were jolted awake by the insect-like vibrations of your phone on the nightstand. You picked it up and saw that it was just past three AM. You didn't need to ask who it was on the other end.
"I'm going to guess that you don't know what time it is, Arthur," you muttered, sitting up blearily.
"Nope," he hiccupped. He sounded distraught. No surprises there. The Brit only ever called you when he was pissed (read: drunk), and he tended to become more and more depressed with each shot of gin. Honestly, he was a lightweight.
"I need you," he said. At least, this was what you assumed he had meant. What he actually said was "Uh nead oo."
"How much have you had to drink, Arthur?" you demanded, almost afraid to hear the answer.
"Dunno. There was one, and two, and uh what comes after two?"
By this time you were on your feet, going to the closet to get some clothes. "Just wait there," you told him, silently hating yourself for going to him again. "I'll
England X Reader: My Last BreathHold onto me, loveEngland X Reader: My Last Breath3 years ago in Drama More Like This
You know I can't stay long
All I wanted to say was "I love you" and "I'm not afraid..."
Slowly, your mind drifted to the surface of consciousness. A rhythmic, shuddering, rocking motion cocooned your body. You felt the soaked collar of your shirt sticking to your shoulders and the base of your neck, and more sickeningly warm, thick liquid pooling at your collarbone. Four fingers were pressing a scrap of cloth against the side of your throat, a futile attempt to stem the flow of liquid.
In an instant, it all came back to you.
The hill. The climb. The fall. The sharp stick. The sudden gush. Then darkness.
Arthur had you in his arms, running with all his might, while trying desperately to staunch the pouring blood at your throat.
You knew it was pointless. You knew you would die. Your campsite had been miles from any town, because that was the best place to see the stars.
That was why you'd climbed the hill in the first place. You and Arthur had wanted to stargaze, and
Just The Way You Are EnglandxReader: One Shot(F/N) took a seat in the dimly lit bar, a bit confused as to why she was there. Oh, that's right she was here to meet up with her best friend Arthur. Although she wasn't sure why her gentleman of a friend had wanted her to meet him in a bar of all places. He wasn't even here and the band had already left the stage, making her realize how late he actually was. That's when (F/N) saw her blonde haired, emerald eyed friend walk right on to the stage, oozing with sex appeal. His usually neat blonde hair looked as if he had just gotten out of bed, his light blue button-up unbuttoned by a few too many buttons. In all honesty, Arthur looked as if he had finished having sex and had dressed in a hurry.Just The Way You Are EnglandxReader: One Shot3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Not that she was complaining, he looked fantastic, but she wasn't exactly sure what he was doing. He had a guitar, now that confused (F/N) more than she initially was, she had never even seen Arthur around a guitar. "This is dedicated to a very special lady in the audience tonight." (F/
Request Smile Punk!EnglandxPunk!Reader¨Damn it,__ sometimes I wonder why I still like you.¨ Arthur said after bailing me out of jail... again. I smiled and hugged him.Request Smile Punk!EnglandxPunk!Reader3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
¨I dunno... Maybe ´cause I´m irresistable.¨ I grinned and ruffled his dirty blonde hair. He glared at me.
¨That is not the reason!¨ he exclaimed. I laughed.
¨Then tell me, my dear Iggy, why do you love me?¨ I asked. He glared at me again for using the nickname he hates.
¨Because..... you manage to stay with me even though I´m... boring.¨ he sighed. I put my hand on my hips and looked at him with ¨Are you serious?¨ look.
¨Listen, Artie... I stay with you ´cause you manage to put up with my antics... you still care about me. Also because you at least /try/ to keep me out of trouble. And because you´re the reason that I smile...¨ I said. He looked at me with surprise in his emerald green eyes.
¨R-really?¨ he asked. I nodded.
¨You stole my heart since th
EnglandXReader: ParadiseEnglandXReader: Paradise3 years ago in Romance More Like This
When she was just a girl
She expected the world
But it flew away from her reach
So she ran away in her sleep
________ sat alone in her room, crying silently. Her hands clenched her dress tightly, creating wrinkles in the soft mint green fabric. More small salty tears fell from her bloodshot eyes. Being a country was very so...so difficult. ________ never imagined it would be like this. Since ________ was a little girl, she had so many plans as a country, eventually aiming for world peace. But other bigger countries looked down on her and thought her plans were stupid, only because she was a third world country and was very weak. Little did _______ know that one country had always supported her, even if he didn't show it.
'My...my plans aren't stupid. They aren't. I just want everyone to get along. I don't think Boss England would understand either.'
________ decided she would slee
Shining Legacy (EnglandXReader)A request for ZumbaWolf, don't worry it's coming >.<Shining Legacy (EnglandXReader)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Please tell me what you think and enjoy!
Your breath scraped painfully through your throat. Your back was resting against a cool, slimy rock, and you were trying to steady your ragged breaths. You could hear them.
"Looks like the bastard was lying after all." You froze, listening. They were so close. A stern voice cut through the drip drip of water falling from the damp ceiling.
You sank lower behind your shelter. You ran your fingers through your dirty, matted hair, twisting some gunk out of the tips.
Pirates. They had come to your village with an offer; they would do anything in exchange for information regarding a legendary treasure hoard that was supposedly located nearby. They weren't amused when the elder told them that there was no such thing. The entire village had then had to suffer their retribution, as they pillaged every shop and burned homes to the ground.
You'd received a few cuts and bruises while escaping, but
EnglandxReader Terrible Things"Daddy! Daddy!"EnglandxReader Terrible Things3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The man turned around looking at the 7 year old boy running towards him. His (h/c) hair pushed all of his face as he ran. His Emerald eyes glowing with happiness. The boy stopped in front of his father with a massive grin.
"What's the matter Theodore?"
The boy looked up at his father grinning even more. The blonde man sighed before returning the smile and giving a questioning look.
"I met this girl daddy, and I really think I love her, she beautiful and really cool for a girl!"
The boy never stopped smiling for one minute. No matter what ever happened you could never get rid of his smile. The man gave a sad smile before turning to the grave behind him. He ran his hand across the grave gently before clearing his throat to speak.
"Well that good Theodore, but just remember to spend as much time with them as you can."
The younger boy could sense the sorrow in his voice, but it wasn't much of a surprise. It had been 6 years today since she died. The women he knew nothing ab
England x Reader school confessions(A/N:THIS IS MY FIRST TIME MAKING A ENGLAND X READER FIC.England x Reader school confessions3 years ago in Settings More Like This
IF YOU DON'T LIKE,DON'T READ)
i sighed,looking at the flowers that I'm gonna be giving to someone,her name is [Name] [Last name]
she has [h/c] [h/l] hair and beautiful [e/c] orbs,she's nice,polite,smart,cheerful and she's just perfect unlike me,
I'm completely the opposite of any perfect guys,how could she even like a guy like me?,but i was going to confess
to her no matter what.i put a note on her locker during our free time at school while everyone was at the
cafeteria.the note said
' Dear [name] meet me at the school rooftop at 5:00 pm
i was getting nervous,thinking that i just might screw up or worse that she doesn't feel the same.It was 4:50 pm
when i checked my watch,now I'm REALLY nervous as i went up the stairs at the school rooftop.I made sure that
no one was their,i enter the rooftop to see no one,i sighed in relief now tha
EnglandxReader - FearlessYou were just walking along in the park, for some reason, you felt like dressing up. Well, not exactly dress up as in put on a tutu and a tiara and call yourself the ballerina princess. But you decided that you were going to go to the park in your best dress, a small [f/c] dress that floated around your knees, short sleeves, and tied with a [c] bow that went just below your bust, with the dress you wore your best [f/c] flats.EnglandxReader - Fearless3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The wind gently past you, making your [h/l] [h/c] hair flutter in the breeze. You looked up to the skys, and see that it was a dark grey, you felt a few drops of rain fall on your face followed by a rumble.
Panicking you ran under the nearest tree.
Seconds later, you look to your left and see that someone else had fled to your shelter.
He looked a little sexy. He's blonde hair was slightly damp, and his eyebrows were huge. Under those eyebrows were two beautiful emerald green eyes. He wore a suit also, a suit that you instantly recognised. It was a suit that your
EnglandXReader- Just too shyEnglandXReader- Just too shy3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
As I sat there in English class, I stared at ______ a few rows away from me. She was my so called "best friend". I stared at her long, silky (h/c) hair, and wished she was mine. But she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. After class, she walked up to me and asked me for the notes she had missed the day before and handed them to her. She said "Thanks Arthur, I owe you one." and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I wanted to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy to tell her, and I don't know why.
The phone rang. On the other end, it was _____. She was in tears, mumbling on and on about how the French frog had broke her heart. She asked me to come over because she didn't want to be alone, so I did. As I sat next to her on the sofa, I stared at her soft (e/c) eyes, wishing she was mine. After 2 hours, one Drew Barrymore movie, and three bags of chips, she decided to go to sleep. She looked at me, said "Tha
Request- EnglandxReader- In TimeIn time, my love, in timeRequest- EnglandxReader- In Time3 years ago in Romance More Like This
I know it's hard to wait
But it will be worth it, love
"You make it so hard to be a gentleman." His thick eyebrows were deeply furrowed as he gazed out the window, his eyes glassy and unfocused. Not really seeing what was beyond his thoughts.
She flipped the page in her book, an apathetic look on her face. "Oh what a sorrowful tale. I do weep for you." her voice dry.
A surge of anger rushed through him and he slammed his fist against the wall.
"When will you cease teasing me?"
A light smirk teased at the corner of her lips.
"In time, my love."
The deep frown marred his otherwise handsome face. Placing a ribbon in her place in her book, she stood and retired to her bedroom.
This wait makes me old
It wears down my soul
And tears apart my heart
"I grow tired of waiting for you. One day I'm going to leave for good." he sipped his tea casually, as if he were discussing a recent political affair.
"No you won't" she now w
Cornish pasty (EnglandXNew kid!Reader)This one was written for taya4212.Cornish pasty (EnglandXNew kid!Reader)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
I hope you all enjoy~ I feel like I'm on a roll now~
Please tell me what you think ^^
Tch. If someone else bumped into you, you swore to yourself, you'd resort to murdering them with biros. Dammit! A tall albino sent you flying to the floor and just carried on walking, talking to his two friends. You snarled as you tried to clamber to your feet for the umpteenth time that day. A hand presented itself in front of your face.
"Need a hand?" a pleasantly British accented voice said. Grateful, you took it and once you were back on your feet you brushed your clothes off. "Thanks." "Ta, love." You blinked in surprise, you thought they only said that in films!
"Say, you wouldn't be new here, would you?" The blond said, looking you up and down. "Yeah, just transferred." Your replied, scratching your cheek bashfully. "Well then," he bowed," it's a pleasure to meet you. My name is Kirkland. Arthur Kirkland." Taking your hand in his, he gently kissed it.
EnglandXReader (request): Help me HealEnglandXReader (request): Help me Heal3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Arthur sighs, as he takes the whisky bottle and pours himself another pint. No matter how much alcohol he will drink, it still won’t numb out the pain. How many years has it been since the War of Independence? No matter how badly he wishes to forget, the pain just gets worse.
He can remember it easily, as if it happened yesterday...
The year was 1783. The clouds in the sky are giving off a dark greyish hue, and were so thick you can cut a large chunk of it. The rain continues heavily, it seems that it won't stop for a while. Arthur stood before his brother, wearing his red coat. Behind him his army of British troops. Alfred stared back at Arthur, his electric blue eyes filled with anger, confidence and determination.
"Hey Britain. All I want is my freedom!" Alfred yells, ready to attack. “I’m no longer a child, nor your little brother. I’ll become independent from you from now on.” It was one
EnglandxReader::Your Mr. DarcyYour Mr. DarcyEnglandxReader::Your Mr. Darcy3 years ago in Romance More Like This
England x Reader
Books: portals to another dimension, creators of a new meaning in life; crisp paper upon crisp paper, each piece is filled with adventurous tales, succulent romances, quizzical mysteries, bone chilling thrillers, astral Sci-Fi's and much, much more. As soon as the first page is opened, the imagination is endless. You are sent to a far off land, losing yourself in the depths of a new beginning, that beginning leading to a well-endowed plot which leads one of two paths: Success or Tragedy.
Our story begins here with an average height British man by the name of Arthur Kirkland and a young lady sitting underneath an oak tree in the mid fall. Her eyes glued to a book of sorts that most would simply ignore, but Arthur Kirkland on the other hand, took much notice not only to the book, but her alluring stature. Her soft hair fell perfectly around her face, her eyes sparkling under luscious lashes, the way s
Request - England x Reader - Save Me, My PrinceRequest England x Reader Save Me, My PrinceRequest - England x Reader - Save Me, My Prince3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Someone was behind you. They were going to take you. They already had Michelle, your closest friend.
These stupid skirts are too heavy. The heels make it too hard to run. You did your best, lifting the skirts and taking long strides. Your panting drowned out all noise, even the loud clicks of your heels.
The man caught up to you. His face was obscured by a plain white mask. The eyeholes were too small for you to see his eye color. The only thing you could see was the wavy blond hair pulled back with a blue ribbon.
He began to tie you up, ripping your dress and yanking you by your (h/c) hair. One of your heels slipped off, unnoticed by your assailant. Before he got your hands tied, you managed to rip out a chunk of his blond hair, throwing it near your shoe. That made him angry.
The man tossed you over his shoulder like a sack of flour. You struggled, beating his back and kicking with your bound limbs. It wa
Patient!England x Doctor!Reader - REQUEST"Alright, Time to take your temp." You said, walking into your patient Arthur's room.Patient!England x Doctor!Reader - REQUEST3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Doctor... Before I die... What can I do to get you to go on a date with me?" Arthur asked you.
You chuckled. "Haha, Very funny. You aren't going to die Arthur. It's just pnumonia."
"But what if it's more severe then pnumonia? What if It's early stages of Cancer?" He replied.
"It's not early stages of Cancer."
Arthur looked at you with puppy dog eyes until you finally gave in. "Tell you what, When you get out of the hospital, and I'm saying /when/. No sooner. When you get out of the hospital I will go on a date with you."
Arthur seemed to return to his 'gentlemanly' composure almost immediatly. "Thank you, Love." He said.
"But for now I am your doctor and you are my patient. You will refer to me as Doctor _______. Not Love."
"Awww...." He pouted.
You let out a breath as you left his room. Sure, Patients had asked you out before, but this one was difficult! He had actually convinced you to going on a d
Protection [Hetalia: England x Reader]As you held Iggy's hand, you noticed the Big Ben was brighter than usual.Protection [Hetalia: England x Reader]3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Iggy..." you murmured quietly into your boyfriend's ear. "Why are they renaming Big Ben?"
"Love, it's in honor of our gracious Queen Elizabeth," Arthur said blatantly, while giving your cheek a small poke with his free hand, grinning slightly.
"I like Big Ben better," you said to yourself inwardly, frowning a little bit. It was nice having it as Big Ben, but changing it to the Elizabethian Tower was a little odd. It's always been Big Ben, so why can't they can't they create some sort of mural of some sort in honor of their Queen?
The streetlights glowed warmly as the two of you sat down, jackets and striped scarves rustling. A cold gust blew by, and it began to snow as you curled up in the crook of Arthur's arm, a bit drowsy from all the walking around Britain you'd done today. You had gone around on rental bikes, visited Buckingham Palace, and the London Bridge. You'd also visited the British Museum.
I Don't Care - England x ReaderI Don't Care - England x Reader3 years ago in Romance More Like This
England x reader I don't care
England was in his living room having a cup of tea when he heard loud knocks at his doorstep. 'I wonder who that could -', his thoughts were interrupted once he recognized a familiar (and irritating as he would say) voice.
"Yo Iggy!? Are you gonna let me stay outside, or are you gonna let me in your house?! You need to stop wasting your time reading for hours and help the hero with something," America yelled from the other side of the door. England rubbed his temples while opening the door.
"It's going to not gonna , you bloody git! Now, what do you want from me at this hour?" He looked at his clock which read 6:28 P.M.
"Well, me and France have been wondering if "
"If you can join us tonight to the bar," France asked while he was standing behind England for who knows how long .
"How the bloody hell did you get inside my house, Frog?! If I can ask so kindly, why would I want to even join both of you idiots," England ranted as
HetaOni ArthurxReader: Dark like Night "You're lucky you're not dead."HetaOni ArthurxReader: Dark like Night3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Your voice. It was somewhere to his left, and Arthur closed his eyes, searching for any hidden meaning in it. Were you scared? Angry? Worried? He had no idea. If only he could see your face, watch the way your eyes would darken when you were sad, the way you bit your lip when you were nervous, how you would tap your foot and frown pointedly when you were annoyed.
But that was the problem.
He couldn't see.
"You should be dead." You struggled to keep your voice steady as you tied a bandage around his arm, despite your shaking hands. "If Ivan and Alfred hadn't been there, you'd be dead, Arthur. The Thing would have killed you." You couldn't emphasize that enough. It was a wonder that you had managed to stop the bleeding, for now. The Thing that prowled the rest of the mansion outside the h
EnglandxDancer!Reader The Dance of Life The dancer started in a crouched position, on her side, knees pulled to her chest, her hands resting on her black pointe shoes. The music starts and at her cue, she moves. The sad plucks of the piano move her body in time with the music, but she feels nothing of it. She swings her leg around and moves to stand, facing away from the audience. This is the dance of her life story.EnglandxDancer!Reader The Dance of Life3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Get up you worthless piece of trash!" my mother screamed at me. She was drunk again and lashing out. Doing as she says, I stood just to get pushed down again.
"Next time, you better listen to me, you understand? Your father would've been so disappointed in the punk you turned out to be!" she screamed. My eyes flickered for a brief moment. A memory of a man, a warm smile, a deep, hearty laugh, flits across my brain before it is stomped out by reality. My father, the man who left me for heaven when I was five.
"Earth to (Name)! Wake up, scum! Are you listening to
EnglandXReader- fight to the deathYou were stretched out on the couch, your head resting on a pillow, with your (h/c) fanned out behind you. It was a hot Saturday afternoon. Too hot to actually do anything other then complain how hot it was.EnglandXReader- fight to the death3 years ago in Humor More Like This
Which was exactly what you were doing.
"Iggy...Why is it so hot?" You fanned your neck with a magazine and looked up at your British boyfriend, Arthur.
"Because our side of the planet is now facing the sun, therefore the sun's rays are shining directly on us, making the air heat up. That's why it's hot." He answered. "And don't call me Iggy."
"You have an answer for everything, don't you?" You sat up and wiped your forehead. "And I like calling you that, a nickname is a sign of affection."
Arthur rolled his emerald eyes. "Anyway, I agree it is rather hot in the house, any ideas on how to cool off?"
"Hmm..." You rubbed your chin in mocking deep thought. "Got it! But we need to find a Wal-Mart so I can buy it." You jumped up and bounced on your toes.
"Wait, what?" He cocked his thick
Englandxreader - A drink for the teamYou woke up to an oddly sunny day, a smile spreading on your face. Quickly getting dressed in a neat shirt and comfortable slacks, you went into the kitchen of your one bedroom flat and began boiling the kettle for a cup of tea before work. You turned on your television to the official Olympic channel, sharing in the pride that people everwhere in England felt since the games came to London.Englandxreader - A drink for the team3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Brushing your teeth and pulling a comb through your (h/c) hair, you listened as the events and their competitors were listed off for the day, turning your full attention to the screen as the amount of metals flashed briefly. Though England wasn't ahead of the rest you smirked to yourself. "We'll show them how it's done! Before these games are over, I'm sure we'll come out with a higher metal count!" You poured your tea into your travel mug, screwing on the cap and switching off the telly before putting on your shoes and walking out the door to work.
The library was only a few blocks away and you wa
Soldier!EnglandxReader -- Dog Tags[minor amount of cursing included; didn't quite think it was worthy of a warning. Tell me if you think differently. Enjoy.]Soldier!EnglandxReader -- Dog Tags3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
EDIT -- due to the number of people crying over this story, I'll put up a VERY SAD STORY WARNING so that those of you with kind, innocent hearts won't be reduced to tears without first being warned. But if you're tough, read on.
London, England. 2004. War in Afghanistan.
Today was hot. And long. Oh, so very long.
Al had stayed up all night crying like a baby over the 'ghosts in his closet'. And, of course, this had frightened Mattie and, following suit of his boisterous twin, made him start whimpering as well.
You were exhausted and, truth be told, rather irritated with the both of them--although it was really more Al than Mattie--and you had a terrible lot to do today. Load laundry, plan dinner, call Sandra back about working on Thursday, get groceries for the rest of the week--it was only Tuesday--, apparently Al's battery-powered, wailin