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 ] 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.
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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
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
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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
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
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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
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
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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
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 2-3 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
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
Enchanted- EnglandxReader one shotI frowned at the paper in front of me. My song was finally complete. All my feelings for my best friend and secret crush Arthur, finally put on paper. Now there was only one problem.Enchanted- EnglandxReader one shot3 years ago in Romance More Like This
When the hell was I gonna sing it to him?
This seemed like such a good idea at the time...
A knock on the door drew me out of my thoughts. I went to answer it and who else would it be but the heartthrob himself.
"Oh, Arthur! I didn't expect you to be here so soon." Not that I minded of course.
"Actually love, I'm a little late... Sorry."
"Oh, is that so?" Sometimes it scares me how I can get so lost in my thoughts.
He looked around the house and sweat dropped. "Were you daydreaming again, _____?"
I blush, looking at my house. It was only a little messy, but I was extremely embarrassed. Arthur's house was always so clean! He was always outdoing me in this aspect and as a woman, I felt ashamed about that.
"Haha, you know me so well..." I trailed off scratching my head. "I'm really sorry. Come in,
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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
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)3 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
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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
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(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
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They shot open immediately when she felt arms around her waist.
"A-arthur?" She whispered, not really trying to wake him.
Arthur merely grumbled in response and pulled _______ closer to him, his warm breath on her neck. She shuddered at the feeling.
Oh, and the fact that he had morning wood wasn't really helping either.
Why are you conspiring against me, universe? She wondered as she felt her resolve to slip out of his grasp slowly slipping away. Just as she was about to give in, she heard a gasp from behind her and the warmth left her.
"What the hell?!"
His screaming was enough to break her out of her whatever trance she was in.
"T-that's what I should be asking you!"
"I don't know how that happened!"
"Surrrre you don't!"
"I- I don't! I swear!"
"Whatever." She got of bed and made her way to the couch.
"What are you doing?"
"Sleeping on the couch so what
Child!EnglandxAdult!Reader -Pt 4- Arthur went to the window, looking down towards your form on the ground. Tears ran down his face,"M-Mummy...no..." Holding his wand in hand, he tried to do something to save you but to no avail.Child!EnglandxAdult!Reader -Pt 4-3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"We save save 'er...but you 'ave to come wis us." Francis smirked which already threw Arthur off. "N-No...I-I don't want to go with you..."
"But your mother." The Russian piped up again, pointing your form laying face-down on the gravel. "She'll die if you don't help her."
"N-No...I-I won't...no..." His eyes blared with anger,"Why did you do that to her...? I...HOATA!" The little English boy waved his wand in front of the two as they laughed, only a light enveloping them.
Only after a second did both of them actually begin changing into their human forms only this time, they could never change back. They'd be human now forever.
They fell unconscious to the ground as Arthur floated out, quickly going to your destroyed figure on the ground,"M-Mummy...plea
AmericaxReader: Never gonna be alone'Time, is going back, so much faster than I,AmericaxReader: Never gonna be alone3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
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
(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 _(
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 Lullabies2 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
Americaxreader - My brother the Hero"Hey, ____, wanna play superheroes?" you heard your older brother, Alfred, call out. You looked up from your colouring book and smiled. "Okay, Alfie!" you said, springing to your feet. Alfred came into the living room with an American flag tied around his neck. Following his lead, you grabbed your own special blanket that you carried with you everywhere, making a cape similar to Alfreds. He jumped onto the couch, making a fist and punching the air. "Prepare yourselves, evil villains, for the power of the mighty Captain Alfred and his sidekick, girl-wonder ____!"Americaxreader - My brother the Hero3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You laughed as your adoptive father, Arthur, came into the room. "____, Alfred, what are you two doing?" he asked. Alfred suddenly pointed. "Look out, it's the eyebrows monster!" he shouted. Arthur took no hesitation in catching on as you began to run away. Grinning he said in a growling voice "Yes, it's me, the eyebrows monster, and I'm going to tickle you and your little sidekick too!" He moved forward and grabbed you around
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
England X Reader- Not the best at cookingEngland X Reader- Not the best at cooking3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was morning and you were, like always, the one to wake up fisrt before your British boyfriend, Arthur. It was only one reason to why you were the first. Arthur couldn't cook to save his life. You truly loved him, but leaving him in a kitchen meant just a huge explosion. You were currently making breakfast for him and hoping he would like it. He was kind of picky when it came to food. When it came to food he always said that Britisg food is the best and that French is the worst. He said it maybe because of that blond Frenchman who always teased him.
Arthur may not be the best at cooking, but he was sure the best at others things Like pleasing you and making you smile. After finishing the food you walked with the food on a plate to the room you two shared, knocking before entering.
"Hey Artie! Wake up, breakfast is ready." You said with a bright smile. Fisrt he groaned and rubbed his eyes, still half asleep.
"H-Hello there, love. Why are you always the fisrt one to wake up?