Hate Me [ England x Child!Reader ] 01England x Child!Reader
Throwing the things he was carrying in his arms at the front door, Arthur walked towards his living room. Lying down on the couch, his eyes drifted over to a small little fish bowl, inside the fish bowl a small face stared back at him, sadness imitating from the small body, the beginning of a new country, which had been left alone for an entire week.
Picking himself up from the couch, Arthur made his way towards the small bowl. He could see that water had pooling up in the small fish bowl. So (y_n) had been crying while he was gone? Once he'd stood right in front of your fish bowl, you threw your small hood over your head.
Hiding your brilliant (e_c) from him, the sharp stabbing pain of guilt stabbed at his heart. Leaning down to your level, Arthur gazed into the fish bowl; clear streaks of tears were falling from your eyes filling the bowl even more. Wanting to show you kindness, wanting to show you affection the English man had to
Hate Me [ England x Child!Reader ] 02England x Child!ReaderHate Me [ England x Child!Reader ] 023 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
A tiny you, in a tiny world, your eyes only able to see the world around you, outside the window you can see children playing, the birds flying around careless and free. Unaware of your suffering, while the cats and dogs play their usual game.
While tiny you are left all alone. In your little fish bowl that you've now called your home, Arthur has also deemed this tiny bowl your home. Arthur .
The mere thought of the Englishman brought tears to your eyes, one day he would love you, and then the next day it was seemed that he despises you. Does he really hate you that much? Does he despise your existence that much? Does he hate how tiny you are?
Is he afraid to love?
Clutching the fabric of your cloak, crushing the material in your hands you felt tears falling out of your eyes, wait why were you crying? You should hate Arthur! You have every right to hate the Englishman, for the way he's treated you, and how he speaks to you.
Hate Me [ England x Child!Reader ] 03England x Child!ReaderHate Me [ England x Child!Reader ] 033 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Ah, today Arthur has a guest. It's that Frenchman Francis again; he's one of the few who know about Arthur raising you. He would always entertain you, or he would be fawning over how cute you are, or going on about how it's been so long since he's seen such and unloved micro-nation.
Those words twisted your heart, feeling as if somebody had finally decided to run you through with a knife, and with an extra little bit of courage twisted the knife. Your hand clutched the fabric over your heart, pulling your small cloak over your head in a failed attempt to hide your pain from Francis.
But the Frenchman had already taken notice, smiling he walked towards a small vase. Hearing his retreating footsteps caused you to panic.
'No!' you screamed, 'No! Please! Don't leave me here like Arthur! Please! Someone stay with m-'
"(Y_n), you can stop crying now. I'm still here ." Hearing the Frenchman's w
Hate Me [ England x Child!Reader ] 04Contains:Hate Me [ England x Child!Reader ] 042 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Arthur x Child!Reader
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Do not show her affection, because it allows her to grow up.
"Arthur, dude why are you down? Did something happen?" Alfred asked only slightly worried about the Englishman's emotional state. Looking up at Alfred, Arthur's peridot colored eyes filled with sorrow, looking away from Alfred, Arthur mumbled.
"I've done it again…"
Alfred's ears picked up on the mumbled words. Taking a bite of the wax papered hamburger, setting the second one atop of Arthur's head, speaking in between bites. "What have you done again? Chase off another girl?" Arthur decided that now would be a good chance to cut into Alfred's train on thought.
"What?! You stupid git n-." cut short by the sound of Alfred's fist hitting his hand the American yelled. "AH-HA-HA-HA! I know what you did again~ you made another person sick with your tasteless food!! Am I right or am I right?!" Alfred finished, sounding sure of himself, smacking the blond boy upsid
Hate Me [ England x Child!Reader ] 05Contains:Hate Me [ England x Child!Reader ] 052 years ago in Drama More Like This
Arthur x Child!Reader
[ Arthur's P.O.V ]
This is the happiest I've seen (y_n) since she was put under my care. She's grown a good bit, from the love and affection I've given her, she's about the size of America when I found him all of those years ago. Three months, three months have passed since I started showing (y_n) kindness.
It was hard for me to believe that America played a small part in the joy and happiness (y_n) has been able to obtain. But, I had to do all of this carefully under the Queen's radar. For if she were to learn that I'm treating (y_n) with kindness, showing her affection and allowing her to grow up…then I would most defiantly be punished.
But, right now seeing the smile on (y_n)'s face while she ran around my rose garden full of energy. Hiding from the man mythical creatures that originated or live in England in this simple game of tag. The creatures enjoying it as well, mostly the fairies and Flying Mint Bunny.
Hate Me [England x Child!Reader] Final ChapterContains:Hate Me [England x Child!Reader] Final Chapter2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Arthur x Child!Reader
The meeting room of all of the countries was soon filled with the sounds of many different voices. Each ranging in pitches from high to low, to voices you would not expect one to be capable of having. Many different greetings were exchanged in the words of ones country, hugs, and more than a few tears were seen and or given that day.
A small smile started to form on my face, placing my hand against the small scar on the side of my temple where the woman had shot me twenty years ago. Leaving me unconscious for a year or two, I'm not sure.
I remember waking up to the sight of that stupid Frog, America, and Canada crying, my eyes immediately searching the room for the familiar face of (y_n) only for the Frog to place his hand on my shoulder.
Shaking his head while America and Canada averted their eyes from my gaze, looking at my family I remember asking where (y_n) was.
“Wh-where is (y
ChibirisuxChibireaderChibirisuxChibireader3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Stupid bloody frog." England muttered to what appeared to be himself, looking as his reflection.
All that time he spent growing his hair long, trying to improve his looks, trying to impress everyone, but mostly her
And now nobody would know.
"Aww don't be sad, Arthur!" Flying mint bunny chirped, trying to cheer him up.
"Yeah, we still think you look handsome!" One of his many fairy friends tried.
"And I'm sure _____ does too, if she really cares about you!" Another added.
"S-shut up! I wasn't doing this to impress ______!" England stuttered.
"Yeah you were!" Flying mint bunny insisted, the way one half of those "Did not!" "Did too!" battles children have sometimes go.
"I was not!"
"Then who were you trying to impress?"
He couldn't come up with an answer, pretty much confirming what his magical friends already knew. They would've continued had they not noticed the little girl advancing quickly in the distance.
"Arthur!" ______ yelled in excitement, glompi
DaddyEnglandXChild Reader(Part one)DaddyEnglandXChild Reader(Part one)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Daddy EnglnadXChild Reader
The rain poured hard as the two brother nations were about to brake there ever so close bond. " I won't allow it!" the English man demanded "I'm tired of you taking away my freedom, from now on I want be my own self England!" the blue eyed man said. England dashes towards the American with his gun lunging it fast.
America blocks England's rifle with his own, and says with a stern voice their eyes meet "You can call me INDIPENDENT!" then England yells back refusing America's own words "you can't do that!" England leans off for a sec then hits America's rifle just right and sent his rifle flying.
England raises his rifle to him, and America's blue eyes lock with his brother's green eyes once again. "Do it! Let's see if you become great again, once you shoot me your own brother" England's mind flashes memories of America when he was little. He lower's his Rifle "damn it, I can't shoot you" he falls to his knees crying "DAMN IT WHY!?" then America says in a
Frozen Warmth [ Russia x Child!Reader ] 01Russia x Child!ReaderFrozen Warmth [ Russia x Child!Reader ] 013 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
That was your first thought, staring at the snowy landscape you couldn't help but question if you were gong to live or die. Who knows, maybe it would be the latter and you would live, but you were highly doubting that at the moment.
Curling in on yourself, you tried to hide your face from the cold wind, which seemed to be biting into your skin. Shivering, you could feel your warmth slowly being stolen by the wind, and the snow beneath you.
After all, you're merely wearing a black cloak, and a white dress. There's not much you can do about changing your clothes. Heck you're not even sure where you are .where are you? Where is your home? Was anyone looking for you?
No nobody was looking for you. You felt as helpless as a tiny baby, staring at your small hands, the silver bracelet sliding back and forth on your thin wrist. You looked at the sky; you could see that the snow started to pick up again. The sno
Too Late (ArthurXReader) "I love you." he had whispered into your ear, and you quickly glanced at him, shocked at his words and his choice of place to say this words. He smiled at you guiltily and he softly shrugged his shoulders. You slowly began to fill tears forming, and tried to blink them away. "I suppose I should have said it sooner. Maybe we wouldn't be in this specific situation if I had......or maybe it wouldn't have changed anything." he muttered, and he softly ran his hand through your hair and you close your eyes, tears finally breaking free. "I have another thing to confess, shocking I know, but it's true. I loved you back when we were children, from the first summer you moved in. Remember when you moved in?" he asked and you smiled at the memory.Too Late (ArthurXReader)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
*FLASHBACK BROUGHT BY THE AWESOME PRUSSIANESS!*
A five year old you were happily walking with your mother to meet your new next door neighbor. You had your (h/c) (h/
Father!EnglandxChild!reader - Dance with me daddyYou were so happy as you twirled around the living room, the sunlight glowing through the window and causing your big, bright eyes to sparkle. Soon your birthday would come up and your father said that you were old enough to invite some friends. You spun around in your little blue sun dress, basking in the excitement and the wonder of having a fun day with your friends as you became a big girl.Father!EnglandxChild!reader - Dance with me daddy3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"____, what are you doing?" you heard a voice say from the doorway. Your father, Arthur Kirkland, was standing and watching you twirl happily. You giggled and held your hands out. "I'm dancing! Come dance with me, daddy!" you said, beckoning for him to take your tiny palms into his. He laughed and walked over, picking you up and twirling you around in his arms. You squealed and shrieked as he laughed with you.
. . .
You were so nervous, since this was your first formal school dance. You kept adjusting your dress, double and triple checking your makeup to make sure it was perfect. You hoped that
Remember Me [ Canada x Reader] 01Love is never lost. If not reciprocated it will flow back and soften and purify the heart.Remember Me [ Canada x Reader] 013 years ago in Drama More Like This
- Washington Irving
Chapter One: |Lost|
No, no, no, no! This is all a lie, none of this is true, what happened is a lie! (y_n)....she's not gone! She's still here waiting for me! She's not lost, there's still hope that what Alfred told me is a lie! But...he would never lie when it comes to (y_n)...or would he? No, he takes his friendship with her very seriously, calling her a valuable ally, and friend.
But...I want to believe what Alfred told me was a lie, to protect my own sanity, what little I have left after all, I decided to run all the way from my job, just to come to the hospital. The sliding doors opened for me, the smell of bleach, and medican's mingled togeather, creating a not too pleasent smell. Wrinkling my nose at the smell, I ran towards the elevator doors.
"Ah-a there you-a are Matthew!" a familiar Italian voice called out to me, stoping
Papa England x child ReaderWhy does everyone leave me? England thought. My brothers hate me, America left me. I need something exiting in my life. He thought as he walked down the street under his umbrella and the rain poured on. Little did he know of the little nation that was just up the street sobbing alone in the rain.Papa England x child Reader3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
You stood shivering from the rain under the awning of a store trying to stay dry, but you still got soaked. Where am I? You thought, I open my eyes and I was in that ally in the rain. You started to cry when you realized how alone you were. Just then a loud clap of thunder made you jump and run out from the little bit of cover you had. Scared, alone, cold, and wet you sat down on the sidewalk not knowing what else to do. You stared trying to work things out in your little head. All of a sudden the rain stopped pouring down on your little form. You sniffle and look up with tears filling your (e/c) eyes.
As England continued down the road he thought he heard cry
EnglandXLittle Reader 1Waking up to droplets of water landing on your eyelids, you opened your eye; the first impression of the world was the gloomy dark grey clouds above you. Not knowing where you were or what you should do, you ended up walking through the forest you woke up in.EnglandXLittle Reader 13 years ago in Humor More Like This
It seemed like days had past but it continued to rain. You had made your way out of the forest to a large village, without thinking you carried on walking through the streets.
After walking for what seemed like hours you crouched under the only bit of shelter you could find. (h/c) strands stuck to your forehead and the sides of your face, the material of your (f/c) dress clung to your small frame and no longer gave any protection from the harsh elements.
Your eyelids became heavy and you had almost slipped completely into a deep sleep when there was a sudden flash of light.
"One, two, three, four, five, six " You counted until a load rumble ran through the air. Feeling slightly relieved the storm was a good distance away, for
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
My Hero. (Father!England x Child!Reader)My Hero. (Father!England x Child!Reader)3 years ago in Humor More Like This
Arthur smiled at his daughter and asked,
"Yes, love? What is it?"
(Name) pointed towards a kitten nearby.
"Look!" She cried, "It's a baby kitty!"
She ran over to the sandy colored ball and began to stroke its fur.
"I don't think he has a home." The kitten began to mewl and pur and (Name) giggled along with him.
"(Name)! Don't touch that thing!It could have diseases!" Arthur cried, picking up the young child in his arms.
"But daddy! He looks so sad!" She whined.
It was true though. The poor kittens face dropped in sadness when Arthur had pulled (Name) away. "Can we take him home?" Arthur eyed the kitten with a look of disgust. "Please?" Arthur looked back at his daughter with worried eyes before finally giving in with a sigh.
"Alright." (Name) cried out in triumph. "Yay! Thank you daddy!" She exclaimed, giving him a kiss on the cheek before running back over to the kitten.
Arthur gave her a weary smile before adding, "But (Name) I must remind you. Haing a pet is a big responsib
-Songfic- APH England x DJ!Reader - Lost In StereoLOST IN STEREO-Songfic- APH England x DJ!Reader - Lost In Stereo3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Pairing: England x DJ! Reader
(Lost in stereo, lost in stereo)
(Lost in stereo, lost in stereo)
She works for the weekend
Mixtape of her favorite bands
Tearin' up the radio
Lost in the stereo's sound
She's trouble in a tank top
Pretty little time bomb, blowin' up
Take you down, living in the radio
Lost in the stereo's sound
"Cheer up Iggy~"
"How can I cheer up when I can even barely hear myself thinking you git! And don't call me that!"
"Geez, you don't need to scream! Besides, it's your birthday! Lighten up a bit why don't cha?"
"Well, you should've brought me to a cafe rather than a bloody club Alfred! Not to mention a bloody famous club that needs months of reservations to even go into!"
"Ahahahaha!! Consider this my birthday present bro! You won't regret it I promise!"
So, here I am, stuck in an extremely crowded club, with that bloody wanker brother of mine, Alfred, all alone in th
Apartment Boyfriend! [ England x Reader ] Contains:Apartment Boyfriend! [ England x Reader ]3 years ago in Romance More Like This
England x Reader
Protector EnglandxReaderYou huddled in the corner of your room, pleading in your mind for the voices to be quiet, for the shouting and yelling outside to stop. You were terrified. You had only recently moved into a house on your own, and now you knew why the rent was so cheap; drunken uproars was of the norm to happen every night, and you hated it. You already had many drunken idiots arrive on your doorstep, banging on your door and windows, most of the time shouting abuse at you, and this was another one of those times.Protector EnglandxReader3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Come on, you slut! Open the door already!" You trembled from each bang that echoed through the small house. You had tried to stand up for yourself the first night this had happened, only to have an empty bottle swung against your head, causing you to need multiple stitches. If it wasn't for the blonde gentleman, who you believed to be also drunk at the time, punching the offender in the face, knocking him out and him somehow taking you down to the hospital, you wouldn't know where you would
Hetalia Gakuen ((Popular!Reader x England))Hetalia Gakuen ((Popular!Reader x England))3 years ago in Romance More Like This
You yawned as you walked through the mildly crowded halls of Hetalia Gakuen.
You grinned as you were greeted almost instantly.
People called out to you, here and there, you smiled and greeted them in return.
You guessed you could say that you were popular.
Everywhere you walked in school, everyone knew your name, everyone smiled at you.
You were popular, know that you thought about it.
But you weren't popular for the wrong reason!
You knew girls who were popular, who were liked because Well, because they were sluts. They were whores and they were fakes, the only reason they were liked was because they slept with almost all the guys in school.
How people saw that as 'Admirable' was beyond you.
You weren't afraid to talk about them either, or to stand up to them.
You also weren't afraid to stand up for your friends. You weren't afraid of a lot of things.
You didn't know how girls like that could ever be popular.
You were popular because You didn't really know why
You were just
Girl of my dreams .:EnglandXReader:.~ArthurGirl of my dreams .:EnglandXReader:.3 years ago in Romance More Like This
I dreamt of a girl with shining (h/c) and the most beautiful (e/c) he had ever seen. She was twirling in the falling snow. A long (f/c) coat twirling with her as she laughed and held her hands up to the sky. She looked my way and smiled softly at me. My heart skipping a beat.
"Come on Arthur!" She said at me. I went up and walked towards her. She grabbed my gloved hand in her own gloved hands and dragged me to the clear field filled with fresh untouched snow.
"Come on Arthur let's dance!" She cheered pulling me into the middle of th field and placing her hand on my shoulder and the other firmly in my hand.
"Love, you want to dance here?" I asked smiling softly at her.
"Come on Arthur, please?" She asked looking at me, her (e/c) eyes glistening softly from the dim sunlight peeking through the thick grey clouds. I put my hand on her waist and began dancing in the fallen snow.
She looked up at me and smiled causing me to blush.
"Arthur." She whispered as we both leaned in. Our lip
Papa!America xYoung!Reader- Daddy's little cowgirl*Age 6*Papa!America xYoung!Reader- Daddy's little cowgirl3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Alfred was just coming home from work, but only to find Arthur frantically searching around the house. "Hey dude," Alfred said, "What's wrong?"
Arthur looked over at the tall blonde with a worried expression on his face. He quickly walked over to the American and said, "I can't find (name) anywhere! I've searched all around the house, the back and front yard, and the pool shed! She isn't in any of those places!"
Alfred began to think a little, then asked, "Have you checked the storage room? She likes to go in there sometimes." He watched as the Englishman shook his head, then started walking in the direction of his storage room. When he was close, he could hear rummaging through boxes and clicking on the floor. 'She must have found a pair of her mother's old heels,' he thought before looking through the doorway.
Instead of finding (name) in a pair of her mother's heels, he found her in his old cowboy hat along with his old vest and boot. Seeing this caused him to laugh a little
Really A Family 2 EnglandxReaderFeeling utterly exhausted, you collapsed on your bed and lazily burrowed into your pillows. You'd never imagined having children would drain you to this extent. You loved your babies, but holy crap did they require a lot of your time. They were just over three months and very healthy, but sometimes you wondered where they got all of their energy from. You knew that the moment they learned to crawl, they'd be all over the place. You and Arthur had already started making the whole house baby-proof. Locks were set on all the cabinets and drawers, gates were put up at the top and bottom of the stairs, and you had both started a habit of closing doors inside the house.Really A Family 2 EnglandxReader3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Arthur fell down on the opposite side of the bed, making you bounce. With a groan, you swatted in his general direction before letting your arm flop uselessly onto the covers. Your husband chuckled and ran a hand up and down your back.
"Tired?" he asked softly, scooting closer to you.
"What gave it away?"
"Just a lucky guess,
A Promise (EnglandxKid!Reader)The year was 1783. England had just returned from Paris, tired and heartbroken. He had just signed a treaty saying that he recognized America as an independent nation. He had raised America like a son for years, but now, America wanted to be apart from him. He knew something was like this was coming, but he never expected it to happen so soon. It would've helped if America was cordial about the independence, but alas, he broke the poor country's heart to get his freedom.A Promise (EnglandxKid!Reader)3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
England entered his home, numb and silent. He sat down in a nearby chair and just stared off into space. His maid came to him, asking if he needed anything, but he just weakly waved his hand to dismiss her. Then, he heard the pitter-patter of tiny feet, gradually increasing in sound and frequency as it came closer to him. A little girl, no older than the age of 6, came running to him. "Big brother!" she squealed, as her (h/c) locks bounced behind her. She pounced on England, and he caught her in h