Love Overpowers Taste (England X Reader)"(Name)! (Name)! Wait a moment, love!" The World Meeting just finished and you were walking outside before you heard your British crush calling for you. Immediately, you fixed your (h/c) (long/short) hair to something that looked decent before turning around with a cute smile.Love Overpowers Taste (England X Reader)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Hello, Arthur! Oh what's this?" You asked; he had been holding a clear food container full of what looked like black lumps. You were a rather new country of (Country Name) but everyone and I mean EVERYONE warned you of England's less than stellar cooking abilities. (Bluntly: they told you that never to try his food unless you want to be in the hospital.)
The light haired man gave a smile and handed you the package (HAHA HAVE FUN WITH THAT), "It's for you, love! I realized I have not gave you some of my excellent homemade scones. Here, try one!" He took out a scone or what was supposed to be a scone and handed it to you; it was burned black, and was heavy as a rock. You gulped an
Coming Home || Police!EnglandxReaderComing Home || Police!EnglandxReader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You didn't know what happened. One moment you were driving down the highway and the next, you were in the ditch, pain ripping through your body as you sat cramped in a sorry excuse for a vehicle. Moving was not an option, it hurt too much, but your head could shift slightly. It was just enough to take in your surroundings. The dash was crumpled and pinned your legs, the airbag was stained red from where your head used to lay and you could feel an itch at your forehead. Above you, the roof was dented quite thoroughly. Absently you thanked your mother's genes for making you short.
It didn't register though what had really happened. Your mind was working slowly. At a snail's pace, it tried to catch up to what was going on. You heard someone shouting to someone else, the voice getting closer. The driver's door opened and someone touched your neck carefully, taking your pulse. There was a sigh of relief before the hand took yours. Carefully you let your h
Missed You Madly- England/ReaderArthur let a small sigh expell from between his bitten lips, sinking further into the yeilding confines of the sofa. Between ink-stained fingers he cradled an ancient book, one from a time he couldn't recall (though he doubted he'd actually want to, in retrospect). He let his pale hands ghost over the yellowed pages and faded words, drinking them in with his darkened eyes and savouring the warm evening light flooding through the window. It was fragrant and sultry, the windows thrown wide open and allowing the perfumed aroma of roses to filter through into the cozy sitting-room. The entire expanse seemed to glow gold and shades of amber, radient light spilling across the scratched leather sofa and surfaces like molten gold. The sky was littered with a few wisps of clouds, the rest like a water-colour painting in it's entirety as yellow faded to dusky pink and then to saffron orange. One graceful, languid hand swept away a shaggy fringe, Arthur's eyes flitting shut for a moment in thoughMissed You Madly- England/Reader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
EnglandXReader: Lessons In LoveLights flashed. Blue. Purple. Green.EnglandXReader: Lessons In Love2 years ago in Romance More Like This
The room wavered as the lights danced on the walls. The music beat against The blonde's ears as he made his way deeper into the sea of people. The people felt like they were closing in, swallowing him in their rhythmic dancing and pulsing auras.
It was a different experience for Arthur, being in the thick of the crowd. When Alfred or Francis even managed to get him into a place like this he usually stuck to the outskirts of the dance floor, he preferred his space out there. Often times he kept to the shadows, standing along the walls. There it was secluded, and quiet (despite the raring music) and he could actually think there. Besides, most of the tables stood alone, away from the crowd, making for an easy escape when he got bored. Tonight, however, was different. He had caught a glimpse of something. He had seen something that he hadn't expected to ever see there, something that had become the
The only way EnglandxReader"...And that's the only way that you will get (y/n) to confess her love to you!" Alfred screamed into the phone.The only way EnglandxReader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"I-I don't know Alfred! That seems a little bit extreme..." Arthur said nervously, fingers tangling themselves in his hair.
"Dude, she won't confess otherwise! Come on, when have I ever been wrong?"
"Exactly. That's why IM THE HER-"
"I GET IT YOU BLOODY GIT!"
Arthur swiftly hung up and sighed.
'is this really the only way?'
Only one way to find out.
~~~SUPER TIME SKIP BROUGHT TO YOU BY FRANCEY PANTS! Honhonhonhonhonho-GET OUT OF MY STORY YOU GIT!~~~
You plopped down on your bed with a deep sigh. What a long day! You spent the day cleaning your house because your mom is so OCD with the way she wants things done. Your phone started ringing, loud and annoyingly. You groaned and rolled onto your stomach, stretching to reach your phone.
"Hello?" You said, annoyance obvious in your voice.
"*huff* *huff* (Y-Y/N)!!!" you heard an obnoxious American at the other end screa
England x Shy!Reader: Ice-cream SundaysEngland x Shy!Reader: Ice-cream Sundays2 years ago in Romance More Like This
England x Shy!Reader
It was like any other Sunday for (name). It was ritual that you go to Forever Friends(1), buy an ice-cream Sunday, and go home to watch a fluffy romance movie.(2) And you DID NOT like your rituals to be interrupted. Anywhoosie! You were walking down the street to the ice-cream parlor, when suddenly, you ran into someone!(3) You both fell onto the pavement, the other person on top of you. The man (yes, you finally figured out it was a dude!) immediately got off of you, saying "Oh, I'm terribly sorry love!" "Here, let me help you up," reaching out his hand for you to take. You hadn't gotten the chance before, so you hadn't gotten a good look at him until now. He had a soft, slightly embarrassed smile painted upon his thin lips, pale lips, that accented(4) his elegant stature. He had a head of messy blonde hair, and HUGE black eyebrows, that oddly, you found attractive(5).
Just For You England X ReaderJust For You England X Reader2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The apocalypse must be coming. That was the only explanation you could think of for this...this travesty. On the one hand it was rather nice for you and made you feel loved and needed, but on the other hand it was an occurrence that was abnormal anywhere besides your dreams.
At the world meeting for all to see, England, the infamously tsundere ball of mood swings, was holding your hand on the table. It doesn't really seem like much, but it is England we're talking about. The show of affection was in plain sight! But that wasn't all - he was
sitting againstsnuggling into your right side. No space was left between you two, and the chairs would have to merge for you to be any closer.
The weirdest thing, though, was that all he could do was softly smile. He wasn't ashamed nor was he embarrassed by it. Normally he would become red enough to trick Spain's Romano radar.
EnglandxReaderEnglandxReaderEnglandxReader2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You were the top student in your school, the best at everything.
Everything except math.
You hated the subject with a passion. Not only did you think it was frustratingly tedious, you also had a hard time understanding certain formulas.
You only hated one thing more than math, and that was a very pompous person.
He was always making fun of how you failed miserably in math. Sadly, the rest of the student body felt he had the right to taunt you, seeing as he had the best math grades.
"Just iknore him ______." Your best friend Natalia rolled her eyes. "Se guy is a total jack-ass."
You shrugged, glaring at your math text book.
"Yeah.......Don't.....pay... attention.....to him." Heracles mumbled, his head resting on a textbook.
You pursed your lips, "He's the only thing I hate more then math."
Natalia let out a sharp laugh, "Vow, sat's saying a lot. Sucks to be him." She twirled a lock of her ash blonde hair a
Last Day. - England x Reader.Today was the last day you'd spent with your English gentleman before he would return to his hometown after a two years business trip.Last Day. - England x Reader.2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Here you were, spending the last day watching movies with Arthur, your head on his lap. You smiled, looking up at his green-eyes, blond hair and his perfect features. You saw him glance back down at you as you hurriedly look away back to the television. Arthur's hand began stroking your hair. "What's the matter, love?"
"N-Nothing," you answered. "It's just that... I know I'll miss you when you leave tomorrow." Arthur stopped stroking your hair as the words came out of your mouth.
"I know," he said sighing. "I will come back. Or you can come to England when you're free."
And so, that following morning, you and Arthur were riding the taxi to the local airport.
You were there to see him off as he requested. Arthur had his hand cupping your chin, smiling down at you with his gorgeous green eyes. "I'll miss you, (Name)..."
"I don't want you to go, Arthur..."
Police!EnglandxReader: PartnersPolice!EnglandxReader: Partners2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Ohonhon~Angleterre did you hear about our new junior officer joining today?" Francis, Officer Arthur looked up at his biggest annoyance.
Rolling his eyes he said, "I don't care. Go annoy him instead."
"Don't you want to take the rookie under your wing, maybe take him to dinner?"
"For the last time you bloody frog, I'M NOT GAY!" shouted Arthur grabbing the Frenchman by the tie.
Francis just laughed. "Oh really?"
Arthur just groaned and let go of his coworker's tie, "Just leave me alone I don't have time to deal with you today."
"Ohonhon~ fine then. But you know it's only a matter of time before you come crawling to me to-."
"GO AWAY!" England shouted scaring Francis off. He huffed. Mixing business and his personal life was not something he did or ever intended to. Matters of the office should stay outside the home. Or at least that was his policy until he saw you.
You walked in quietly, but still people turned their heads as you walked by. (h/l) (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes. You were beau
EnglandxReader- The StageYou stared up at the stage, bottle of beer in one hand, chattering friends all around you. Somehow they had convinced you to come to this weird male strip club that had just opened and was supposed to be fantastic. Men from all different countries showed off their amazing bodies on stage for drunk, lonely women.EnglandxReader- The Stage2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
So far, you were dubious. Sure that albino "Prussian" was incredibly hot and the Frenchman with all the roses was handsome but other than that… nothing. And then the Brit came onstage.
He wore nothing but a pair of underpants in the colors of the British flag. He had messy blonde hair and brilliant green eyes with ridiculous bushy eyebrows that somehow didn't make him look ugly but all the more attractive. You sat up in your seat, staring attentively at the man.
"Ladies…." said the announcer, "He likes long walks in the park and reading romances all night… Please welcome ARTHUR KIRKLAND!" The room filled with applause and cheers. Arthur did some sort
EnglandXReader: Operate“Dance Poppet, Dance.”EnglandXReader: Operate2 years ago in Romance More Like This
He felt like he was on top of the world. His mind was soaring; his heart pounded heavily in his chest with excitement and power. And she was the source of it all. He watched as she pirouetted across the dark tile floor, her feet gliding across the tiles as if it wasn’t even there. Her arms fell around her body gracefully as they swayed to the imaginary music in her head. Her simple white dress flowed around her, the fabric billowing out from her waist, gently twirling around her spinning legs. The blue bow that was wrapped around her (h/l) (h/c) hair chased behind her as she teetered back and forth. She was merely a blur of colors. Pink, blue, white.
_________’s eyes caught hold of Arthur’s as her body took to another spin. Her eyes shined brightly, their deep (e/c) color sparkling, immediately pulling Arthur in. She was the embodiment of innocence and simplicity and it made Arthur all the more eager to touch her.
Catch Me- England/ReaderArthur watched ______ with a glitter of mirth in his eyes, carding his fingers through his tousuled blonde hair. His lover stood several paces away from him, feet firmly planted in the snow. "You need not be afraid," He laughed, extending a hand towards her "It's perfectly safe."Catch Me- England/Reader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"You're certain?" The Englishman nodded.
He had initially hoped to waste the day beisde the fire, perhaps reading or watching old Christmas films, but a sudden inclination towards a more...romantic pursuit had overtook him. He'd drove himself and his lover through the snow and the vast country estate that he lived on, and now they were standing at the edge of a frozen lake; the blonde already wore skates that had lasted him an extremely long time, and another pair were at ______'s feet. She stood still, teeth chattering from the cold and a becoming pink blush rising to her cheeks. The young woman had been somewhat delighted and horrified simultaneously at the suprise Arthur had arranged, not so much bec
HetaliaxReader- Airport- England"_____!" yelled a familiar, British voice, "_____, over here!"HetaliaxReader- Airport- England2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You turned to find Arthur running up to you, a brown paper bag in hand.
"Arthur!" you grinned, holding your arms out for a hug. He squeezed you tight, letting you bury your face in his shoulder and snuggle close to him, "I missed you…" you whispered as you tilt your head up to look into his brilliant green eyes.
He chuckled, kissing the top of your head, "I missed you too, duckling. I brought some scones with me, though, a little welcome home gift. I worked all day making them so I hope you like them." Arthur presented the brown paper bag to you, smiling expectantly.
"O-Oh… Yeah. Thanks, Arty. That's real nice of you." You took the sack from him and take out one of the scones, taking a delicate nibble of it and scrunching up your nose at the taste. "These are great, honey." You told Arthur, "Your best ones yet!"
"I'm so glad you think so, Love! I made us a whole meal for dinner to go with them, too!" He beamed at you, as ha
Rainy Days EnglandXReaderPitter, patter. Splish splash. You looked up from your book, glancing over at the Brit huddled in the corner with a stack of spell books. "Hey, Arthur?" You questioned. "Wanna take a break and, I don't know, do something?"Rainy Days EnglandXReader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"I'll have you know, I have a lot of reading I need to get done." He replied, his green eyes not leaving the faded pages and hand inked words. "So please shut up." And, with that said, he continued to pour over the spell books.
Groaning, you shut your book and looked out the window. What a shitty time for it to start raining. The only reason you'd come to his house in the first place was simply because you needed somemore tea bags, and he was the only one who had them. You had no idea it was going to start pouring.
So now you were stuck in this house with Arthur complete-and-utter-jackass Kirkland. Not to mention, he was still pretty pissy that you broke his favorite teacup during your last visit. Perhaps that was why he chose today to catch up on hi
EnglandXReader What Do I Believe?England looked like he belonged in a loony bin.EnglandXReader What Do I Believe?2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You sat in your chair, not quite sure what to do. You had been reading and drinking tea with England in his library when some of his..."friends" decide to visit. And there he goes, off laughing and playing and talking to the air.
"Ah!" He cries, finally turning to you. "______, this is Flying Mint Bunny!" He gestured with his hand at a spot to his left. You try and focus on where he means, but you honestly can't see the creature.
"Um, England...I'm sorry, but I don't see anything."
His face falls and he looks heartbroken. "But...______, I thought you were different," He mumbles, cradling something in his arms.You look away and bite your lip.
"Wait," he looks at you with big eyes, "Do you think I'm making them up? Do you think I'm...crazy?"
You almost dropped your teacup. "No! No, of course not! It's just that...well, I, ah, I don't think they're for real." Your voice shrank with every word.
England narrowed his eyes. "______, you've read
Painful Heart Procedure: EnglandxReaderPainful Heart Procedure: EnglandxReader2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
When I was a child, I would always spend my time in the infirmary, I was always sick.
Inside, I would see the same bitter old hag sitting on her comfy chair, she would slide down her think rimed glasses. Just so that they would fall to the bridge of her nose. With narrowed dull eyes she pulled out a thermometer, rolling to the door, she then asked.
"Back again, brats these day don't know how to take care of themselves."
She stuck the thermometer into my mouth, gagging, she pulled it out when it made a ding noise. Reading it she hesitated for a second, shaking it she turned back to her desk, where she was before.
"Take a seat, i'll call your mom."
Nodding I went over to the little brown chairs, and took a seat. I wasn't feeling so well in the morning, and by lunch time, I had thrown up everything I ate. Holding onto my stomach I sat there as the nurse dialed my moms number. At that moment the door opened and coming in was a boy, no older than me. He had short messy blonde hair, his eyes
Forever and Always- EnglandxReaderAlthough Arthur had endured his fair share of war and conflict, some scars were acquired from battles he'd never fought; mental rather than physical, unseen yet still there, lingering in the back of his mind like ominous storm-clouds because he couldn't stand to face them. They weren't caused by trauma, not from the psychological torture that came hand-in-hand with events of his past, they were simply things he couldn't come to terms with. They were all the things he wished to forget, paranoia and nightmares that haunted him every time he closed his eyes, the guilt and regret and even hints of the ruthlessness that had consumed his mind as an arrogant pirate captain- It was difficult enough watching everyone he'd ever cherished die or abandon him, but his own mind destroyed him more than normal wounds ever could; it had started to accumulate after his beloved Elizabeth had died, after Alfred left, after the horrors of the world wars that had tested him more than he could ever knForever and Always- EnglandxReader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Thank you, Netflix! EnglandxReaderTwo.Thirty.Five.a.m.Thank you, Netflix! EnglandxReader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
That is the ungodly time England was woken up by a phone call. From the ringtone, "What makes you beautiful" (dawws), he knew it had to be ________.
"It's 2 in the sodding morning, _________. What the bloody hell do you want?!"
"Arthur, you need to get over here. Now."
The serious in her voice as well as what she said kind of turned him on a little. And it showed in his response.
"W-what? Why?" He asked, a million dirty thoughts going through his head.
"Because they have 'Once Upon a Time' on Netflix!"
England hung up the phone and practically flew to ________'s house. Sure getting laid would've been better, but Once Upon a Time? That was still pretty fucking great. And watching it with her would make it 100x better.
"Wow, that was fast." ________ teased.
"Well, I got the popcorn and the Tv's already on the show. Shall we?"
He smirked, locking arms with her and walking to the couch. While he did this in a playful manne
He+She=We [Prussia x Reader]She was the best thing that had ever happened to him. Not that he'd ever admit it. There was only a small problem, the only reason she wouldn't become smitten with his incredibly sexy awesomeness.He+She=We [Prussia x Reader]2 years ago in Romance More Like This
She was married.
And not just to anyone, but to Ivan Braginski. That is, the tall Russian man that scares and intimidates every living thing within ten feet of him. The guy that promised he'd kill Gilbert if he came within two feet of his wife ever again.
It was kind of a problem.
Because he was hopelessly, irreversibly, and madly in love with this little lady.
Again, not that he'd ever admit it.
Slamming down his sixth beer on the bar counter, he began to laugh outright. Why was he even upset? He was awesome! And alone, but awesomely alone! Right, he didn't need some girl to 'complete' him or whatever, because well, he's awesome!
He immediately began choking on the air. After a moment, he regained his ability to speak. "Oh, hey _____, what's up?" His voice was
England X Reader - GentlemanYou snuggled deeper into your overcoat as you headed toward the university. The crisp autumn atmosphere rolled all across England, meaning your evenings were now filled with hot chocolate and hearth fire.England X Reader - Gentleman2 years ago in Romance More Like This
And Arthur, of course, who you were on your way to see now.
Arthur really was the perfect boyfriend, a true gentleman straight out of a 19th century romance novel complete with perfect manners and the ability to dance.
Before you started to date, he actually called your father and asked his permission to "court" you. His chivalry wasn't forced or investing, it was simply in Arthur's nature: He was never rude to you, he was always considerate of you, and he held you in the greatest respect.
As if his manner wasn't enough, he was also incredibly handsome, with soft blonde hair and glittering jade eyes. You honestly had no idea what cosmological luck fall landed you with him.
You let out a happy sigh and nearly skipped up the stairs to the great stone steps of the building.
You opened th
England x Reader - Best Ways to ComfortEngland x Reader – Best Ways to ComfortEngland x Reader - Best Ways to Comfort2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Arthur jumped as he heard that shriek, followed almost immediately by a loud thump and a crash. He jumped up, flinging the book in his lap onto the floor and spilling his hot tea he had been taking a sip of into his lap in the process. The cup clattered to the floor as he leapt around in circles swearing for a moment, trying to distract himself from the burning. As soon it was slightly more bearable, Arthur ran towards where the sounds had been coming from.
His footsteps thumped on the wooden flooring of the old cabin as Arthur tore up the stairs and ran down the hallway, heading for the bedroom. He flung open the door to find (f/n) lying face down on the floor. Her torso was flat on the floor, while from the hips below she was on her side. Her hair flowed from her head in a messy and wavy pool, and her arms lay on the ground in positions that made her look like she was trying to claw tracks into the wood. For all Art
Gift: The Language of Flowers: England x ReaderGIFT: ENGLAND X READER: THE LANGUAGE OF FLOWERSGift: The Language of Flowers: England x Reader2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
(Name) slung her bag over her shoulder and hauled her three text books into her arms. The driver slammed the trunk doors of the shuttle closed and drove away, leaving behind a cloud of dust. She was unable to move out of the way in time. Coughing and sputtering, (Name) nearly dragged herself up to her dorm room. Never before had she hated those two flights of stairs so much nor had she ever been so tired. Taking three tests in a row was exhausting.
During the first exam, she was energized after having drunk almost four cups of coffee before class. Caffeine, after all, was your best friend after a whole night of studying. However, its effects began to wear off halfway through test number two. By the third examination, her energy had crashed. The letters on the paper were dancing and she was nodding off to the silent beat of sleep. Later on, she'd stumbled onto the shuttle and fallen asleep in her seat. The driver had to wake her up