England x Reader-The Greeting of LoveThe song had almost ended when you heard a sudden crash and banging noise from behind the stage where you were playing causing you to gasp in surprise.
"Wh-Who's there?" you stammered trembling in place, your feet cemented to the floor.
All of a sudden, you heard a quiet storm of cursing before someone revealed himself from the back covered in shambles of broken wood and crinkled sheet music.
"Bloody hell, it was too dark. I knew where I was going "
The young man in front of you had messy blonde hair barely covering a pair of bright emerald green eyes underneath the bushiest eyebrows you had ever seen. He was wearing an embarrassed expression probably because he had tripped on something in the back. You didn't know what he was doing here, though.
"Um, are you alright?" you asked quietly bringing your bow closer to your chest in case he was going to lunge at you (though you wouldn't know why he would do something like that in the first place).
The young man dusted his uniform and s
EnglandXReader: Operate“Dance Poppet, Dance.”EnglandXReader: Operate3 years ago in Romance More Like This
He felt like he was on top of the world. His mind was soaring; his heart pounded heavily in his chest with excitement and power. And she was the source of it all. He watched as she pirouetted across the dark tile floor, her feet gliding across the tiles as if it wasn’t even there. Her arms fell around her body gracefully as they swayed to the imaginary music in her head. Her simple white dress flowed around her, the fabric billowing out from her waist, gently twirling around her spinning legs. The blue bow that was wrapped around her (h/l) (h/c) hair chased behind her as she teetered back and forth. She was merely a blur of colors. Pink, blue, white.
_________’s eyes caught hold of Arthur’s as her body took to another spin. Her eyes shined brightly, their deep (e/c) color sparkling, immediately pulling Arthur in. She was the embodiment of innocence and simplicity and it made Arthur all the more eager to touch her.
Good Guy, or Bad Guy? (England x Reader)Good Guy, or Bad Guy? (England x Reader)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Good Guy, or Bad Guy?
(England x Reader)
"Shallow guys!!" you shouted as you violently hit one of the many country flag-printed pillows on your bed, anger boiling in your veins. "If I had a nickel for eve-- GAH!!"
You punched your beloved, rectangle-shaped fluffy stress relief once more.
"Dude, sis, you okay?"
You turned around to look at the newcomer, face torn in rage, but if fell and relaxed as you saw the look of worry in your pretend-sibling's eyes. Why pretend? Because, even though you weren't related, you considered yourselves as family.
"What happened?" he asked, risking a few steps in your direction.
"I'm not pretty enough." you sternly replied.
"I'm not pretty enough" you repeated, those words bringing a sting to your heart. "That's what happened"
"Who told you that?" he asked, walking even closer to you.
"[Guy's Name], Alfie. [Guy's Name]."
"My ex." you cut, turning around at staring intently at the wall that was now in front
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 Reality3 years 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
Absolutely Incomprehensible British GentlemanDrunk!EnglandXReaderXAmericaAbsolutely Incomprehensible British Gentleman3 years ago in Humor More Like This
Absolutely Incomprehensible British Gentleman
"You know, I'm really glad you decided to join us, (Name)."
"Only because I know you'll need a ride home."
"HAHAHAHA! Dude, you know him so well!"
Arthur glares at America as he holds the door open for you. To get immediate revenge, he slips through the doors before America and thus resulting in the doors smacking the poor guy in the face. Alfred laughs that off as he swings open the door, whacking England on the back. Arthur staggers forward then turns back to America, yelling,
"Watch it, you idiot!"
You look back at them and sigh, "You haven't even taken a sip of cider and you're already acting irresponsible."
"He started it," Alfred strolls past Arthur and stands by your side, scoping the pub.
The place is lively; filled with music and laughter. The bar glistens from just being wiped down for the nightly round of hoppers. The tables are nearly all
Last Day. - England x Reader.Today was the last day you'd spent with your English gentleman before he would return to his hometown after a two years business trip.Last Day. - England x Reader.3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Here you were, spending the last day watching movies with Arthur, your head on his lap. You smiled, looking up at his green-eyes, blond hair and his perfect features. You saw him glance back down at you as you hurriedly look away back to the television. Arthur's hand began stroking your hair. "What's the matter, love?"
"N-Nothing," you answered. "It's just that... I know I'll miss you when you leave tomorrow." Arthur stopped stroking your hair as the words came out of your mouth.
"I know," he said sighing. "I will come back. Or you can come to England when you're free."
And so, that following morning, you and Arthur were riding the taxi to the local airport.
You were there to see him off as he requested. Arthur had his hand cupping your chin, smiling down at you with his gorgeous green eyes. "I'll miss you, (Name)..."
"I don't want you to go, Arthur..."
A Love Story EnglandXReader *Request*It all started in high school. Arthur and (name) fell in love. They were high school sweethearts, spending all of their time together. Sadly, her family never liked Arthur for some unknown reason. They told her to stay away from him, he would leave her one day. (Name) would argue that he would never to such a horrid thing; Arthur loved her. Of course he wasn't good with words, acting almost brash at times but she cared for him. On several occasions, she would ask him "How deep is your love for me?" Arthur wasn't very good at admitting his feelings or anything of that sort, when he would answer, it sounded harsh and caused (Name) to cry. Soon the love-struck couple started to fight because of her family. He called her parents hypocrites, she threw a vase at him. She would vent of the family pressure, he just took it and listened until she was just too wore out to vent anymore. Then he would try to comfort her, but once again, he wasn't good with the words that involved Love.A Love Story EnglandXReader *Request*4 years ago in Romance More Like This
EnglandXReader What Do I Believe?England looked like he belonged in a loony bin.EnglandXReader What Do I Believe?3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You sat in your chair, not quite sure what to do. You had been reading and drinking tea with England in his library when some of his..."friends" decide to visit. And there he goes, off laughing and playing and talking to the air.
"Ah!" He cries, finally turning to you. "______, this is Flying Mint Bunny!" He gestured with his hand at a spot to his left. You try and focus on where he means, but you honestly can't see the creature.
"Um, England...I'm sorry, but I don't see anything."
His face falls and he looks heartbroken. "But...______, I thought you were different," He mumbles, cradling something in his arms.You look away and bite your lip.
"Wait," he looks at you with big eyes, "Do you think I'm making them up? Do you think I'm...crazy?"
You almost dropped your teacup. "No! No, of course not! It's just that...well, I, ah, I don't think they're for real." Your voice shrank with every word.
England narrowed his eyes. "______, you've read
Away [Hetalia: England x Reader]"I love you, Arthur."Away [Hetalia: England x Reader]3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I love you too, [Name]."
You smiled at him as he saluted you in a joking manner and put his captain's cap back on, his black suitcase rolling behind him as he left you beyond the gate, people swarming all around you trying to get to their flights. A single tear rolled down your cheek as a gentle smile lit your lips and you turned away, the pink scarf that he gave you floating behind you gracefully, reminding you he was going to be back someday.
"So, bro. How'd your date with that one girl go? Her name slipped my mind," Alfred yawned, putting in a pair of contacts and putting his glasses away. He walked alongside a certain sulking British gentleman who, like him, had a suitcase in hand as they approached their gate along with many other uniformed soldiers entering with their belongings.
"Her name is [Name]," Arthur growled sullenly. "Get it right, you twit."
"Well, so sorry," Alfred replied, shrugging and frowning slightly. As Arthur felt a wave of nostalg
Too Late (ArthurXReader) "I love you." he had whispered into your ear, and you quickly glanced at him, shocked at his words and his choice of place to say this words. He smiled at you guiltily and he softly shrugged his shoulders. You slowly began to fill tears forming, and tried to blink them away. "I suppose I should have said it sooner. Maybe we wouldn't be in this specific situation if I had......or maybe it wouldn't have changed anything." he muttered, and he softly ran his hand through your hair and you close your eyes, tears finally breaking free. "I have another thing to confess, shocking I know, but it's true. I loved you back when we were children, from the first summer you moved in. Remember when you moved in?" he asked and you smiled at the memory.Too Late (ArthurXReader)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
*FLASHBACK BROUGHT BY THE AWESOME PRUSSIANESS!*
A five year old you were happily walking with your mother to meet your new next door neighbor. You had your (h/c) (h/
(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 _(
The only way EnglandxReader"...And that's the only way that you will get (y/n) to confess her love to you!" Alfred screamed into the phone.The only way EnglandxReader3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"I-I don't know Alfred! That seems a little bit extreme..." Arthur said nervously, fingers tangling themselves in his hair.
"Dude, she won't confess otherwise! Come on, when have I ever been wrong?"
"Exactly. That's why IM THE HER-"
"I GET IT YOU BLOODY GIT!"
Arthur swiftly hung up and sighed.
'is this really the only way?'
Only one way to find out.
~~~SUPER TIME SKIP BROUGHT TO YOU BY FRANCEY PANTS! Honhonhonhonhonho-GET OUT OF MY STORY YOU GIT!~~~
You plopped down on your bed with a deep sigh. What a long day! You spent the day cleaning your house because your mom is so OCD with the way she wants things done. Your phone started ringing, loud and annoyingly. You groaned and rolled onto your stomach, stretching to reach your phone.
"Hello?" You said, annoyance obvious in your voice.
"*huff* *huff* (Y-Y/N)!!!" you heard an obnoxious American at the other end screa
Arthur x reader : scrapbook"Good morning master. Did you sleep well?" you asked as you opened your master, Arthur kirkland's silk curtains.Arthur x reader : scrapbook4 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Yes, I did thank you!" he yawned, squinting his eyes as the bright morning sun shone through the window. He looked up at you and chuckled.
"W-Whats so funny?" you asked, tucking his bed sheets under the mattress.
"Why is a beauty like you making my bed and working for my household?" he smiled placing his feet in his slippers.
"I-It's my job, I am here to serve my master, which is you." you blushed. You loved working for the Kirkland household, especially their eldest son Arthur, he considered himself an English gentleman but he used to be a badass punk, you sometimes messed the old him but you had grown to like the new one.
"Well then I'm lucky to have you wake me up every morning," he walked over to his dresser and took out some clothes and went to the bathroom to get dressed.
you left the room and continued your daily duties.
As the day went on you seen else of Arth
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,
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
~Manual Labor~ (England x Reader)"[Name]?" you heard Ivan call.~Manual Labor~ (England x Reader)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
You looked up from whatever you were doing, to look at him. "Yeah?"
"Are you going to keep this, or can I throw it on the trash bag?" he asked, holding up an old, broken garden gnome. Since when you've had that thing, you had no idea.
You and your friends Ivan, Alfred, Arthur, Francis and Yao were on your garden, throwing away stuff you didn't need anymore.
"Throw it away!" you answered, pointing at the big, black trash bag that Yao was holding.
"Why am I the one who has to hold the trash bag for, again? It stinks, aru! Literally!" the Chinese man whined.
"Please, Yao, just hold it!" you begged, putting on your best puppy face. After Yao stared at it for a couple seconds, he sighed in defeat, looking away. You cheered inwardly.
A few minutes passed by, while the others ask you about which things you wanted to keep or throw away.
"Hey guys, I'm hungry! Can we take a break now and eat something?" Alfred exclaimed. As if on a cue, you heard a loud grumbling
England X Reader: Not HatedYou witnessed the scene from a distance, watching as your proud love fell to his knees. And from across the field that had be tainted with battle and fresh blood, you could hear the shocked, cold words of the victor, "You used to be so great," and a sob from the owner of the green eyes that were clasped shut in pain.England X Reader: Not Hated3 years ago in Romance More Like This
You could at least be grateful that the rain took focus away from water currently falling from your orbs.
An hour later you took Arthur's hand, and dragged a dazed nation back home, while he wondered all the while if the fight he just fought was worth while. He could no longer call himself a sibling. That thought burned more than he would have liked it to.
That had been a three months ago. And during those months, England has slowly let the toxic elements of the event drain from him. You helping him whenever he stumbled, but he was strong even when his little brother had just broken ties.
You were England's room, waking up on his bed, blinking up to see a crate bein
Christmas EnglandxReaderYou shivered, waiting out in the cold for the person on the other side to answer.Christmas EnglandxReader3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Arthur! Let me in~" you whined. You heard a groan and footsteps approaching the door.
"Hello, _______________. What brings you here?" He asked, sounding slightly annoyed.
"It's Christmas eve, silly! I promised to spend it with you remember?"
He blushed. Was that really today?! "And I thought I told you don't bother." He said, not trying to be rude but doing so anyway. "I told you I don't do much for this holiday…"
You looked around his house. Boy, he wasn't kidding! You saw no sign of any kind of Christmas decorations. It was as if the holiday was non-existent in his house.
"You should be grateful I came!" You scolded. "Your house is so gloomy! Where are your decorations?"
Apparently, the words "I don't do much for this holiday" weren't registering in your head. "I haven't put them up, obviously."
"Because I'm just not in the Christmas spirit. I haven't been since…" He paused, an extremel
Tracing letters (EnglandXReader)You sighed as you ruffled your hair. “You know Arthur, this could still take a while.” You said, leaning back so your head was upside down. He shrugged, taking another sip of tea and flicking to the next page of his book.Tracing letters (EnglandXReader)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Turning back to your laptop, you continued typing for a bit longer. But due to the position you were in, you groaned and rolled your shoulders to try to loosen your tense muscles. Arthur glanced up as you rubbed down your back to the best of your possibility and smiled, an idea brewing.
“Come over here, I’ll do that.” He told you, cocking his head at you. “That’d be great Iggy.” You replied, grinning when he frowned at his nickname. “How many times....” he muttered as you sat down sideways on the chair next to him so he could get to your back.
First you took off your woolly jumper though, knowing it’d be more effective that way. His hands rubbed your shoulders and you closed your eyes relaxing instantly
Coming Home || Police!EnglandxReaderComing Home || Police!EnglandxReader3 years ago in Romance More Like This
You didn't know what happened. One moment you were driving down the highway and the next, you were in the ditch, pain ripping through your body as you sat cramped in a sorry excuse for a vehicle. Moving was not an option, it hurt too much, but your head could shift slightly. It was just enough to take in your surroundings. The dash was crumpled and pinned your legs, the airbag was stained red from where your head used to lay and you could feel an itch at your forehead. Above you, the roof was dented quite thoroughly. Absently you thanked your mother's genes for making you short.
It didn't register though what had really happened. Your mind was working slowly. At a snail's pace, it tried to catch up to what was going on. You heard someone shouting to someone else, the voice getting closer. The driver's door opened and someone touched your neck carefully, taking your pulse. There was a sigh of relief before the hand took yours. Carefully you let your h
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
Gift: The Language of Flowers: England x ReaderGIFT: ENGLAND X READER: THE LANGUAGE OF FLOWERSGift: The Language of Flowers: England x Reader3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
(Name) slung her bag over her shoulder and hauled her three text books into her arms. The driver slammed the trunk doors of the shuttle closed and drove away, leaving behind a cloud of dust. She was unable to move out of the way in time. Coughing and sputtering, (Name) nearly dragged herself up to her dorm room. Never before had she hated those two flights of stairs so much nor had she ever been so tired. Taking three tests in a row was exhausting.
During the first exam, she was energized after having drunk almost four cups of coffee before class. Caffeine, after all, was your best friend after a whole night of studying. However, its effects began to wear off halfway through test number two. By the third examination, her energy had crashed. The letters on the paper were dancing and she was nodding off to the silent beat of sleep. Later on, she'd stumbled onto the shuttle and fallen asleep in her seat. The driver had to wake her up
APH Fanfic: EnglandxReader- Cat (The Sequel)"Arthur, have you seen my other shoe?" you asked, holding the left shoe of your favorite pair of flats up for him to see. You were trying to get ready for work, but you just couldn't seem to find the other shoe and you were feeling rather frazzled.APH Fanfic: EnglandxReader- Cat (The Sequel)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Arthur, who was seated at your little table, skeptically raised one of his impressive eyebrows over the top of the newspaper. "What on earth makes you think I would know where it is?"
You sighed impatiently. "Turning into a cat doesn't make you invisible, you know," you told him.
Arthur frowned, his eyebrows drawing together in irritation. "What're you talking about, -name-?"
Starting to feel irritated yourself you put a hand on your hip and raised an eyebrow of your own. "Two words: cat hair."
Arthur suddenly blushed a brilliant shade of pink. "I believe it's under your bed," he replied, before very purposefully hiding behind the paper.
"Thanks!" you said and, wit