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.
Hate Me [ England x Child!Reader ] 04Contains:Hate Me [ England x Child!Reader ] 041 year 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 ] 011 year 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 ] 051 year 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 Chapter1 year 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
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 Lullabies1 year 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
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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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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
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
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
EnglandxCancer Patient!Reader - When She Loved MeArthur held your hand tightly as the heart monitor was slowing down rapidly. Even though you knew what was about to happen, you still had a smile on your face.EnglandxCancer Patient!Reader - When She Loved Me1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
"________, please, stay with me!" Arthur cried, warm tears dripping down his face onto your hand.
You let go of Arthur's hand and put it to his face and cupped one of his cheeks.
"Arthur, you know I love you, and I always will. Don't forget me."
When somebody loved me, everything was beautiful
Every hour we spent together lives within my heart
And when she was sad, I was there to dry her tears
And when she was happy so was I
When she loved me
The heart monitor slowed even more, but was still going. You smiled a weak smile and the heart monitor went flat. Arthur's eyes widened, and unable to keep anymore self control in, he let it all out. Tears, screams, everything. The doctors tried everything to get you back, but nothing worked. You were gone .
Through the summer and the fall,
We had each other that wa
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"Er... Mfhs-s...." You mumbled into your pillow, reaching for the other that you had been using the past few nights to block out the noise.
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
Papa!America x Young!Reader: Daddy's 'Girlfriend'~Age 15~Papa!America x Young!Reader: Daddy's 'Girlfriend'1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
(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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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
AmericaxReader: Never gonna be alone'Time, is going back, so much faster than I,AmericaxReader: Never gonna be alone2 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
My Hero. (Father!England x Child!Reader)My Hero. (Father!England x Child!Reader)2 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
EnglandxShy!Reader: An Escape from RealityNot much I need to say here. I just want to specify that, (l/f/s) stand for 'least favorite subject.'EnglandxShy!Reader: An Escape from Reality1 year ago in Romance More Like This
You rose from your bed and stretched as the afternoon rays of sunlight made your (e/c) orbs sparkle as if they were diamonds. Your eyes scanned the book that you have slept with in your arms. A bright smile appeared on your face as you fingered the delicate pages of the ancient book. This book happened to be called, "The Gate of Glory", which was about a teenage boy named Nate. The main conflict in this story was about Nate searching for his long lost childhood friend named Glory. You just bought the book out of complete curiosity, but you were unaware at how addicting and wonderful the book turned out to be.
Being an only child, the internet and books provided your need for entertainment. When situations got tough, you pulled out an anonymous book and escaped from reality. However, due to your love of books, you were very timid and antisocial when it ca
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"Ah, (y_n) it's good to see that your awake. How are you feeling?" Arthur asked, ruffling your hair after you leaned down to his height level. Chuckling you scratched the bridge of your nose, smiling you replied. "Hahah~ I feel fine Arthur, oh and I'm ready for my visit to Kiku for my appointment." nodding his head in reply to your words, Arthur wrapped his hand around yours, giving it a small squeeze, buckling yourself into the passengers side of the car.
Arthur glancing at the review mirror as he pulled out of the driveway. Watching the people out of the window, amusing Arthur to no end. Arthur couldn't help but laugh, always finding your child like glee of seeing people in motion while your sitting still in the car. Turning to look at Arthur you mumbled. "Arthur...I'm still really sorry about this..." looking at you, Arthur's emerald green eyes sparkling with a mixture of worry and confusion as he spoke. "What are you so
Trying not to hate you EnglandxReader part 2________ woke up first the next day. Gazing at the clock, she saw it was only 7:09, so she shut eyes once more.Trying not to hate you EnglandxReader part 21 year ago in Romance More Like This
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
MumsyBritannia!ReaderxChildren!UK: Little Wanderer“England! England!” You walked around, calling out for your youngest son. “England!”MumsyBritannia!ReaderxChildren!UK: Little Wanderer1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
“He’s not here, mam!” Scotland ran in from the moor. “I looked at that pond he’s always lurking by too!” He was a tall boy, he looked about fourteen, with dark red hair and green blue eyes.
“He probably went out lookin’ for fae again!” Your daughter, Ireland sighed. She was slim, with lighter ginger hair and pale green eyes.
“Do you know where Wales went?” You asked her.
“Nae, but if I had to guess, probably with that little scumba-“ Scotland shut his mouth as he saw you shoot him a warning look. “Probably with England,” he finished lamely.
You sighed, running a hand through your hair. “Scotland, can you go ask your father if he’s-“
“I was just there, mum,” Wales walked in. “Germania says he hasn’t seen him, but he’ll keep an eye out.” W
Don't Mess with a Mochi!Don't mess with a Mochi!Don't Mess with a Mochi!1 year ago in Humor More Like This
Another peaceful day in the park. You grinned from your place on the bench, gently petting your England Mochi as he sipped his tea. The mochi's had become very popular pets, especially the America Mochi's. You had wanted one, but they were sold out. You figured that you would have to wait til the next day to get one when you saw the England Mochi sitting in his kennel with a sad look on his face. Apparently no one wanted him, so you bought him instead. It had been a whole week since then and the two of you got along like peas in a pod. The little white blob with green eyes and thick eyebrows practically took care of himself, which was very good for you. The only thing though was that he wanted your attention constantly; snuggling next to you in bed at night, crawling into your lap when you watched t.v. or read a book, even twining through your legs like a cat when you were on the phone with some guy.
But you didn't mind. You passed i
Papa England x Child Reader: Those WordsPapa England x Child Reader: Those WordsPapa England x Child Reader: Those Words2 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
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 2-2 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
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)2 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
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 EnglandxReader1 year 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