England X Reader- How I fell for herIt was another typical rainy day in London. Arthur sighed, he missed feeling the sun's warming rays on his face. Arthur strolled through the damp park with his mint green umbrella. As he rounded the paved corner, he saw a weeping woman. The woman was sitting on bench alone, her body trembled. Arthur, being a gentleman, walked over to her.England X Reader- How I fell for her1 year ago in Romance More Like This
He cleared his throat before saying anything, "Excuse me, Miss, are you OK?" As the young woman looked up at him, Arthur saw a black eye forming around her left eye. Arthur looked shocked for a moment. She looked away as if ashamed of herself.
"I'm fine." She said quickly. The woman stood up and quickly turned to leave. Arthur caught her wrist and stopped her from leaving. The woman turned around in surprise. Arthur finally got a good look at the girl. She had the most lovely shade of _______ hair and extraordinary _____ eyes. Besides the bruises, she was absolutely perfect.
"I'm with me, I'm Arthur Kirkland. I won't hurt you." Arthur insisted,
(another pirate story) England X reader New life!(another pirate story) England X reader New life!1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
(Heya everybody! We only have 2 EXAMS LEFT! SCREAAAM! YEY! So I decided to treat myself! I'm soo bad. I've started another fanfic!!! I already have 2! Oh weelll...so this one is about England because I don't see ludwig as a pirate! And one more thing, I'm not the MOST historical person...so... Enjoy poppet!)
It happened when she was wiping down the table, the cafe was empty due to the time of the day. The warmth of midday had been slowing down work, rain had been blessed down on the villagers. It was almost the end of her shift. Hopefully she could get home quickly, she was tired. (Name) sighted, she did not like her clothes: a maid dress which almost reached to the floor, it restricted her from making too much movement ... and she hated dresses anyway. She took the mop up whilst holding up her dress and started cleaning the floor.
Her cafe was mostly calm with only the noise of the waves breaking the
Italy x Reader- HetaOni- 24 (Part 1)I looked at the note in my trembling hands, my whole body shaking slightly. It said I had 24 hours left to live... I found it on the piano and I guess I just believed it. How could I not? Everything had been so strange in the mansion... But I kept it hidden, I didn't want to worry anyone.Italy x Reader- HetaOni- 24 (Part 1)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
I made my way back to the safe room Germany had found. France, Prussia, and Germany stood in a corner, chattering among themselves as the others were scattered throughout the room, doing various tasks. I kept the note close to me as I weaved my way through the people.
Sitting on one of the many beds, I thought.I can't believe how much I've wasted my time. I can't just sit here. I have to do something! But what? Run and run and never sto? ...That sounds good... But I have to say goodbye. I got up, still making up my mind. I...I should tell them. I unfolded the note. The number 24 had somehow changed to 18. How? But...it was 24 a second ago...
"Everyone!" I called without thinking.
Hetalia GermanchildXGermany 4Like always my personal comment is written in italics.... betcha didn't know two people were writing this! I am twin... number... 1? All of our writings are shared so... ja... BTW this isn't gonna be rude... more like a child teacher relationship...Hetalia GermanchildXGermany 41 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Did you say something that might interest the class?" Mr. Ludwig asked turning to her.
'Woof woof' (Name) thought.
"Er...noo sir" she replied . Mr. Ludwig glared at her suspiciously and turned back to the rest of the class, hand in-front of his eyes so to block out the sunrays which his hat couldn't block. He narrowed his eyes.
"I have already got one child who is coming to my camp, if any of you vant to join...you are...welcome, however remember... I do not like slackers" Mr. Ludwig turned to (Name).
"The coach vill leave tomorrow at 5 am. I hope to see you there"
(Name) yawned and stretched. Was she su
Marry Me EnglandxReaderMarry Me EnglandxReader2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You twirl about happily on the dance floor, a soft, sweet ballad flowing through the ball room. Your long dress brushes the polished stone with each movement. You and your partner glide about, not a care in the world. He spins you gracefully, and you land in the arms of another. This man is much older than you, and much nicer dressed. The music stops and people clap, meaning there will be a short intermission before the next song starts.
The man before you bows slightly, and you curtsy. "Good evening, (Name)." he greets, his words slurred from wine.
"Good evening, your Majesty." you reply, not wanting to anger the king.
He smiles at you and pulls you aside from the dancing. "May I have a word with you?"
"Yes, your Majesty." It would be complete suicide to refuse the king anything he wants!
He leads you out to the garden, where red roses bloom happily in the summer night. You walk through the maze of bushes, silent, as was expected of anyone in the king's presence.
"You are a young lady
Hiding her Beauty (Fem!italyxGermany) ch.2Hiding her Beauty (Fem!italyxGermany) ch.23 years ago in Romance More Like This
The soft amber light was slowly fading away as the sun continued to fall below the horizon. The delicate white curtains were swaying gently, illuminated by the light of the setting sun. Inside the quaint house were beige colored walls, framing the wide main room. As the sun fled the sky the temperature began to slowly drop in its recession. Inside the house the kitchen cupboards were less than overflowing with food. On one of the counters sat a rack to where three ration books had been tucked in the midst of several other letters and miscellaneous papers.
Just inside the main room of the small house sat a young women, her brunette hair fell in soft waves around her shoulders. Her amber eyes studied the project in her hand as she worked. The woman had petite hands and a matching frame, her smooth olive skin was practically glowing in the Italian light. From the depths of her curly hair one specific curl sprang up from the rest, sprouting off the side of her head oddly.