Hate Me [ England x Child!Reader ] 03England x Child!Reader
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 ] 02England x Child!ReaderHate Me [ England x Child!Reader ] 021 year 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.
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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
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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
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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.
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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
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"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."
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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
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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," his 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 number waiting impatiently for England to pick up his phone.
He could ne
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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
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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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And I'm starting to regret not spending all of it with you...'
Alfred sighed, the end of his senior year in high school came fast. Much faster than he wanted it to in fact. He looked over at (name), his best friend. He barely spent any of the second semester of school with her, which made him even more depressed than he already was, reason being that he thought they would be going their seperate ways for college and not seeing each other ever again.
When the end of the day came, he went outside, walked to (name) and smiled, then said, "Hey (name)!"
(Name) turned and looked at Alfred with her (e/c) eyes. Her (h/c) hair that was tied back in a low pony tail, draped over her shoulder when she turned. "Oh," She said, then smiled, "Hey Al!"
"Hey..ummm...I..I have to tell you something (n-name).."
"Okay. What is it?" She tilted her head, then looked confused when Alfred suddenly pulled her into a
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He was a king. A high and mighty ruler who had everything he wanted at his fingertip.
Never would they collide. All you know was that you could never get close to him.
Today was the day of the seasonal festival and the whole castle was busy, thrown in preparation.
"Did you hear? King Arthur of Great Britain will be coming tonight as well!" You heard one of the maid say.
"Really?" The other replied and sighed. "But we servants will never get a chance to dance with him. He's a king; who are we kidding..." They only walked away, carrying the decorations elsewhere to post.
It was a masquerade ball, they said.
It was going to be fun, they said.
Everyone was going to have a chance, they said.
But unfortunately, not for you.
You wanted a change. To be away from the servant life and thrown inside the royalty of a princess, or even a foreign queen. It didn't ma
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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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"I guess I should start walking somewhere." You said softly as you started towards a random direction.
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'I heard a new country vas forming.' He thought to himself as he walked towards the green field. 'I vonder vhere it could be...' He thought as he stepped into the grass. He noticed a
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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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"Big brother!" you shouted trying to find your older brother. "Big brother!" Running down the steps to the basement you found him sitting amongst at lease a hundred books. "BIG BROTHER!"
The ponytailed haired man jumped, "Aiyah! __________, do not yell indoors, aru."
Quietly in a whisper you said, "Big brother…"
He lifted the heavy book from his lap, "Looking at old family pictures, aru."
You walked over to him and made room for yourself on his lap, "I wanna see!"
Giving a smile chuckle he said, "Ok, ok…"
"Is that you?" you nearly shouted. It was a picture of Yao in his military uniform.
You flipped a page, "Who's this?"
Yao peered at the page, "Hong Kong, my…well…he calls me teacher."
"Big brother China, why haven't I met him?"
"Umm…well…how about we look at the next page, aru," he turned the page.
"Big brother Kiku!" you shouted pointing to a picture of Japan in his old samurai outfit hold a sword. Turning the page again you found another pict
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:Orphan1 year ago in Romance More Like This
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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
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(Name) sighed as she was once again up in her room. She hated being in her room all day, but there are days where she just had to be up there. She couldn't help that her father's girlfriend, (least favorite girl name) was a huge bitch. It's not that (name) minded Alfred having a girlfriend, it was just the one he chose happened to be snobby and extremely stuck-up. (L/f g/n) only cares about herself, and to (name), it was obvious. She would always ask for expensive things that she doesn't need and she would act all lovey-dovey when Alfred is around, but when he isn't, she enters bitch mode.
All (name) wanted right now, was for Alfred to notice that (l/f g/n) was just using him for his money, and because she is an attention whore. A MAJOR attention whore. Whenever she is over, she would drag all of Alfred's attention to (name), to herself, and (name) would be forgotten about while (l/f g/n) was there.
(Name) just sighed again, but then lightly smiled when she heard arguing going
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Hopping, you tried to get a hold of the door handle, but you were just too small to reach. Impatiently, you pouted until England walked over to you chuckling. You were burning with curiosity to know who it was; England didn't have a lot of guests over.
You liked that one black-haired man, he always blushed when you hugged him and often gave you dress-up clothes. Was it him?
"Dude, what took you so long?" Well, that wasn't that same quiet voice you remembered, but it could be him. "Kikuuuu!" You cried, holding onto his leg.
The man chuckled as he met your prying (e/c) eyes. "Sorry to disappoint, but I'm not Japan." He told you as he stooped down to your level, ruffling your hair. You pouted again, glaring at him and poking hi
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It was the fifth night since you had moved into your new flat in central London.
The fifth night you had been unable to get a decent night's sleep because of your next door neighbours.
You crammed the pillow over your head.
"...Right, that's it!"
For the second time in two nights, you threw your pillow on the floor in defeat.
After having a door unceremoniously slammed in your face, you had gone back and climbed into bed, feeling for all the world exhausted and exasperated. Thankfully, the noise had stopped completely, much to your relief. It was just a shame that couldn't have fallen asleep even if you wanted to. Your mind refused the sweet release of dreaming and instead had to replay your encounter with Mr. Kirkland over and over with its own running c
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)1 year 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
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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
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“I swear this is the last straw…”
England has had it. There has been a lot of turmoil going on at his place lately.
It has seemed as if the whole government and economy was out of whack. And to add to that, he has been having serious migraines for the past few days. It was quite stressful really.
He had observed his room and noticed that it is in serious need of tidying up. There were papers scattered on the floor, some clothes lying about. He really needs to clean his mess.
But…then again, who could blame him? Being a country is really tough.
The man quietly muttered a few complaints as he exited his room.
A thought crossed his mind and he remembered that he hadn’t had a cup of tea since yesterday and finally decided to make himself some.
As England went into the kitchen he noticed a little form walking about, picking various kitchen utensils. This caused the Englishman to blink in surprise.
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"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