Hate Me [ England x Child!Reader ] 02England x Child!Reader
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 ] 043 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 ] 01England x Child!ReaderHate Me [ England x Child!Reader ] 013 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
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 ] 05Contains:Hate Me [ England x Child!Reader ] 053 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 Chapter3 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
Frozen Warmth [ Russia x Child!Reader ] 03Russia x Child!ReaderFrozen Warmth [ Russia x Child!Reader ] 033 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
About two months have passed (give or take Russia wasn't really sure) since he took (y_n) in. Watching the young country play with some of the woodland creatures, Russia felt a small smile forming on his face. This new country is so innocent and pure, it would be a shame if anything were to happen to it.
And this being the first country he's taken in to his home willingly. Russia knows that he's scary, and one to be feared but not by this young girl. His boss has asked what country you are, the only thing Russia can tell him is that he has to wait and see.
For you're still very small right now. It's hard for him to place where the land you will rule over will appear, and how bit it will be. Hearing the sound of a door close, Russia turned around to see your tiny figure standing in front of the now closed door. Staring at the Russian you asked.
"Russia why did you save me? The rabbit told me that you haven't saved anyone in a while."
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"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
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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
(England x Reader) I'll Say it Next TimeDISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN YOU OR HETALIA ಠ_ಠ(England x Reader) I'll Say it Next Time3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
An England x Reader One-shot.
I opened the door of a café and smiled, it was warm and a sweet scent of cake and coffee warmed me up. It was a cold winter day, and snow crowded the stone pavements of London. During my flight to UK, I had worried about meeting him again. But I had brushed that off as soon as I arrived in the familiar streets of the city, and the kind faces of old friends before moving to America.
I looked to my left to find a seat to sit in. There he was, and our eyes met. He was still the same. His blonde hair that looked quite wild, and his ivory skin that were soft, and pink from the cold. His eyes were just the same I rememberedolive green with golden sparks of joy. It's Arthur Kirkland.
He is the man I loved. But I was too cowardly to tell him. He stood up, and his chair was pushed back with a small scrape and a groan.
It was a peaceful day in London, and _(
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So there sat one stumped American and his daughter. It seemed that this girl had made herself at home next to him, which in Alfred's mind was a good and bad thing.
"Let me call England," he tenderly nudged the girl away from her comfortable spot.
"England?" She looked just as confused as him. "Like the country?"
"Did your mom not tell you who I am?" He pulled himself off the couch, feeling even more tired than when he had tried to sleep early. Her mother knew who Alfred was, or at least he thought she did. So he was going to have to explain the whole country thing to her? That was just peachy.
The little tike shrugged her shoulders and pulled her book bag onto the couch with her. It seemed that she was more than contented with her new abode. But he couldn't be concerned with that at the moment.
Alfred grabbed his phone off the end table. Quickly he dialed the numbe
Papa England x Child Reader: Those WordsPapa England x Child Reader: Those WordsPapa England x Child Reader: Those Words4 years ago in Drama More Like This
Warning!! A little Dramatic and Emotion! Don't like it then don't read it!
Arthur Kirkland remembers the day you were born, how could he not forget? Your first breath was also the last breath of your mother's. He feared that he'd lose you too when they took you into a separate room. Finally after three long gruesome hours he got to hold you for the first time and give you a name. "_______, ________ Kirkland! I bet your mother would have wanted it too!" He felt pride in the name and in being a father. But he lost your mother in the process and that was something his heart would never rebuild from.
He watched over you like a hawk and when your first word was 'mama', pain struck him like lightning. When you entered preschool you noticed that most of the other kids had two people dropping you off. You turned to your father and ask
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The sandy blond laid in the bed looking up at the ceiling with disgust. The person at the door kept hitting that damn little doorbell button and would not leave! It had been going on for at least ten minutes! What kind of person would do this on a Saturday? The day he finally had off from meetings or any other tedious trials in life.
That person out there really laid on the doorbell now. Tossing the plush red and blue covers off himself and onto the floor, he pulled himself out of the bed. Adjusting himself in certain places he cursed the world and the person that disturbed him. They better not bring him the good word or someone above better help them. And screw them he wasn't about to put pants on. His boxers with little hamburgers on them would be good enough! Grabbing his glasses off the nightstand he started to the door.
"What!?" He yanked the door open to his home, surprised that no on
EnglandXReader- Trick or Treat?EnglandXReader- Trick or Treat?3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Trick or treat?
You plopped on your sofa with a big bowl of candy on top of you. No, you couldn't touch those sweets as they weren't yours and they were for the trick-o-trick-ers.
Yeah, you guessed it. Today was Halloween. Scary costume, pumpkins, candy, legends and festive season.
...And you were stuck at home giving the candy to all the little dressed up kids who knocked your door as your mother took your own little brother and sister trick or treating.
Your father was sleeping, he had a night shift so he wasn't required the task.
So, you were left with the job to stay at home, waiting for children to come for their free candy, giggle in their 'scary' costumes and leave.
And then repeat.
"This is so boring..." you groaned. Seriously, you could have been at you friends Alfred's Halloween bash but Nooo, you had to stay and give out candy.
It would have been nice to spend the night with your friends and see him.
Great way to spend a F
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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
Child!EnglandxAdult!Reader: -Pt 2- The next morning, you looked over to see Arthur sleeping beside you, his hands gripping onto your nightshirt. His eyes were still red from crying but you knew you couldn't hide the truth from him. Bringing him closer, you kissed his forehead softly.Child!EnglandxAdult!Reader: -Pt 2-4 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Mama..." He murmured in his sleep, gripping your shirt tightly and let a few silent cries out. Sitting up, you held him in your arms and rocked him, humming to calm him down. It worked because in seconds, he was back to his peaceful sleep.
His eyes opened up and he just stared at you blankly,"Good morning Arthur..."
"Morning mummy..." He muttered while bringing his head back onto your chest. "I want scones..."
"I-I don't know how to make scones sweetie..." You whispered softly, combing his hair with a tender touch to keep him calm. "I can make really good pancakes. I also have waffles."
"Scones! Scones! Scones!" He objected over and over until you told him once more that you couldn't make the
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
2p!EnglandxReader:Orphan Orphanage. Ha, that's a laugh. More like a prison. From this place, you were scarred mentally and physically. You were much younger than most girls here, most of them lashing out their anger on you. They even gave you the nickname 'punching bag.'2p!EnglandxReader:Orphan3 years ago in Romance More Like This
That wasn't even the worst of it. The orphanage was disgusting, crawling with vermin and disease. All the rooms were the same shade of dull gray with cracks and holes designing them. In the rooms, medical beds were lined closely together, the mattresses and comforters grimy and reeking of mildew. If you were fortunate enough to have a window in your room, it was filled with dirt and covered only by tattered curtains.
Around the old, unstable building was surrounded by a high-standing fence, topped like a cake with barbed wire. The grass on the ground has died out long ago, weeds not even being able to survive in the barren, dry dirt. Luckily, the people who worked here provided clothes, although most were donated and disgu
EnglandXsick child ReaderEnglandXsick child Reader3 years ago in Romance More Like This
It was pitch black. You couldn't remember anything. You just kept seeing kind green eyes ans hearing a gentle voice telling you everything was alright. Suddenly you saw a light. As you entered the light you saw that you were in a hospital bed. When you looked over to you nleft you saw those kind green eyes.
"hey", said that same gentle voice,"how are you feeling?"
"...fine...i guess...confused.." you sammered.
"You passed out in the middle of the street. I brought you here to make sure you were alright."
"Oh...so thats what happened"
"Yes it is, and we need to get a hold of your parents to let them know where you are."
"I don't have any", you said sadly.
"Well......what is your name?"
"I don't have one of those either."
"we need something to call you by. What would you like to be called?"
"I don't know."
"How about _____?"
"Thats a nice name. _____ I like it."
Well then ms._______ you need to get some rest. I'll be back tomorrow"
True to his word the man came back the next d
Nordics x depressed!child!reader ch. 3 ((Sorry it took me so long to get this up. I had SO much school work. Anyways. This is the last Chapter you can vote on the characters. Enjoy~))Nordics x depressed!child!reader ch. 33 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
That night you laid in bed, turning slightly when your stomach rumbled with hunger. You buried your head into your pillow and sighed, "It was all my fault... They died because of me... I-I'm so stupid..." A soft whimper lift your lips and you started to cry.
Matthias was walking down the hall when he heard a muffled crying sound coming from (y/n)'s room. He opened the door quietly and saw (y/n)'s form curled up on the bed, her back shakily rising with every sob. He frowned slightly then left the room, heading towards Lucas's room.
He opened the door and walked over to his sleeping Norwegian friend. Gently, he shook Lucas, "Hey. Wake up..."
Lucas turned, grabbing Matthias's tie and pulling it down to choke him slightly. "What do you want...?" He g
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
Papa!England x Child!Reader - English Lullabies You were sat next to America on the couch of your father England's home in London. America had come to visit England after the World Meeting that was held earlier today, but instead of catching up with England, America had been playing with you outside on the unusually sunny day. Both of you were tired from running around, and were now watching a Doctor Who marathon on the TV.Papa!England x Child!Reader - English Lullabies3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Haha! That alien dude looks nothing like Tony!"
England sighed from his position on the love seat adjacent to the couch. "Well, America, that's because they aren't Tony. They are the Silence."
You were currently watching the episode 'The Impossible Astronaut', because it took place in America and featured President Nixon. When America found this out, he was ecstatic, demanding that he see the episode immediately. The aliens were just an extra bonus.
You giggled. "They could look like Toni if he was taller!"
America laughed and ruffled your hair. "Now I see it! You're so right, little d
I'm All Yours... Rock Star! England x Shy! ReaderI’mI'm All Yours... Rock Star! England x Shy! Reader3 years ago in Romance More Like This
All Yours… Rock Star! England x Shy! Reader
You sat patiently tapping
your foot in rhythm with the bass of your favorite band of all time.
Not only was it your favorite, but you were also best friends with
the lead singer, Arthur Kirkland. You smiled at the memory of meeting
*This flashback is brought
to you by England’s magical creatures*
You had decided to get out
for some fresh air to (favorite public place). You hummed a quiet
tune as you sat down, enjoying the peace. You could swear you heard
guitar playing in the distance, but decided to ignore it in favor of
resting your eyes. Before you knew it you were out.
You were woken up by the
sound of a guitar, but it was much closer to you now. You looked
around in surprise, finally locating the source of the noise.
What you saw made your jaw
A blond man was sitting a
respectful distance from you while playing the most beautifully
painted acoustic guitar you’d ever seen. He had his eyes closed
Little!AmericaXLittle!Native!Reader: THIScloseLittle!AmericaXLittle!Native!Reader: THISclose3 years ago in Drama More Like This
You sit idly on the cliff's edge, watching the ocean rolling along in the distance. Your long dark hair blows steadily in the wind, and no other time of day can make you feel happier than when the sun breaks through the night sky and shines down on your beloved land. You click your skin boots together with the song the water makes with its roars. You've begun to really appreciate the quiet time until you hear a voice calling, "Hey! Youuuuuu!" You look back to see the little boy running with all of his might to you. His eyes are on par with the color of the ocean and his hair is the color of the sun when it sets.
"Oh, hello." You stand and greet him, putting your back to the ocean. His name was Alfred. He had no exact home and often wandered from tribe to tribe in the area. Everyone cared for him when he came around, and he always made sure to earn his keep. He hardly got in trouble unless it was for mischief, then he would have to hold weights the entire day (which he didn't seem
Child!AmericaXChild!Reader- Arms Of An AngelChild!AmericaXChild!Reader- Arms Of An Angel3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was my first day at a new school. My big brother, Arthur, was leading me down the 5th grader hall to my class room. I was looking around excitedly. When we got to my class room, I looked around at everyone, noticing they were staring at me. I guess they knew I was the new kid here. I noticed a little girl sitting in the back by herself. She had (h/l) (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes. She looked lonely, so I walked over and sat beside her. She didn't even glance at me.
"Hi, my name is Alfred. What's your name?" I asked, but she didn't reply. Soon, class started, so I couldn't ask her again. I sat beside her at lunch and followed her around at recess. She kept giving me curious looks.
"W-Why are you following me?" she asked in a whisper. I smiled at her, happy she actually talked to me.
"Well, I want to be your friend! I'm kind of new and everything," I said and she gave me a soft smile.
"Well, okay. My name is ____."
"It suits you," I said. We began to play together. At one point, I grabbed