Punk!England X Reader: Christmas PresentThe window glass was fogged, a thin layer of frost crowded in the corners of the window pane as it overlooked the small blurs of London at night.
Well, morning, rather, seeing it was about a quarter till one in the morning and _(Name)_ could not seem to find any sleep in the dark, slow night. She sighed where she sat, her elbow propped up on the window sill while she sat on top of her comfortable, but lonely, mattress.
He said he would be back soon.
London was rather cold in the wintertime, especially during the night it seemed, as _(Name)_ found herself curled up, socks adorning her feet, and an over sized sweater hanging over her figure as she brought her knees up to her chest, relaxing as she watched the outside city beyond her bedroom and apartment walls.
Many nights, like tonight, _(Name)_ found herself unable to sleep and ended up wide awake at nights, watching the world go by without her.
She was sometimes too engrossed with the thought of where he might be sometimes, whe
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If It Means a Lot to You
You laid on the edge bed wrapped up in your quilt like a caterpillar in a cocoon. You stared at the empty space next to you where your boyfriend should have been. "Day 63." You said in a monotone voice. You had been keeping track of how long Arthur had been gone since he left for his world tour. It wasn't the first tour he had been on while you two were an item, so you were somewhat used to being alone. But just because you're used to something doesn't mean you like it.
You glanced up at the clock. 5:54 A.M. He going to call any second… you thought. Arthur had promised to try to call you ever day while he was gone. But there were so many factors that stopped you two from keeping in contact. Arthur was busy; he had to write new songs and practice with his band and have concerts. You had a full time job you had to keep. And even if you both had free time, the time zones made it so that one of you would have to call at an outrag
Punk!Singer!England x Reader - ONE SHOT "Arthur," you whined as your British boyfriend dragged you into the empty basement. "Why do we have to throw a party?"Punk!Singer!England x Reader - ONE SHOT2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"C'mon, love!" the Brit cupped your chin in his hands. "It'll be fun!"
"No," you pouted. "It'll be loud and give me headaches."
He simply chuckled and walked over to his CD rack. Arthur ran his hands over the many different CDs and scanned the rack for music. You wandered over to his old records. For some reason, you found them a lot more interesting than his new music.
Now, you know that Arthur has been around for a while. He IS the personified version of England. You ran your finger over several record cases before stopping at a specific record. It read "Abbey Road". You excitedly pulled it off the rack and ran your fingers over the dusty cover. This was your absolute favorite Beatles album.
You spun around excitedly and waved the album infront of your boyfriend's face, "Look!"
England x Reader: A Christmas Eve Kiss~It was Christmas eve and snowflakes fell softly, drifting down from the black, winter night sky. The street light illuminating each individual flake, also causing the thick blankets of snow, still untouched, unmarked, to glimmer ever so slightly. Laying in your cozy bed, you watched this for a while peacefully till suddenly your cellphone vibrated from the desk beside you. You reached out an arm tiredly, snatching it in one fluid movement and, ignoring the contact name, opened your new message.England x Reader: A Christmas Eve Kiss~2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You giggled to yourself, rolling your eyes and immediately replying.
Well no dip. What can I say? That's what you get for asking Alfred to fix your furnace!
Your reply came quickly.
Ugh that git! Don't even know what I was thinking when I asked him! That's what I get for trying to save money...
Sighing, you rolled onto your other side. As the guilt began to settle in, you typed up a short message and stared at it nervously. Before you
Punk!England x Reader Request- The Girl InsideYou sighed; another boring day of simple schoolwork. Well, simple for you at least, seeing as you were known all around school as the most serious student alive. Or at least that's the façade the other students believed.Punk!England x Reader Request- The Girl Inside2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You truthfully loved to have fun, but your parents had really put on the pressure about school. Thus you were forced to hide that one side of you that you secretly loved. That side included a girl that was quite the opposite from the strait A, quiet, and serious girl who had eventually also become a part of you. Yes. The other half of you was the side you'd been forced to suppress by your parents.
The girl inside you who was sarcastic, snappy, couldn't care less about school, and who loved to turn her music up full blast was the one your parents could never know about- or anyone else for that matter.
The only problem about this was that one guy who seemed to know who you really were on the inside. He'd even made some sly remarks about how he'd love to crack
Meet the family. Punk!England x Reader“Ugh.. hi?”Meet the family. Punk!England x Reader1 year ago in Humor More Like This
Said moment, you had the urge to slap the shit out of Arthur.
But let’s start off with some explanation.
It was a typical Friday, when you were walking home with your boyfriend of a half year. Many people questioned your relationship, after all he was a punk with a ton of piercings and a bad mouth, but seriously, you couldn’t care less. Even if he had a loose mouth and a hot temper, he was ‘the one’ (and aww aren’t we lovely there?) for you. But sometimes you asked yourself how you could end up with him.
To take sides: he did beat your previous boyfriend up.
Made you skip (many) classes.
Distracted you from learning. (Which happened quite a lot.)
And gave some of his attitude to you, what made you a hot-headed tomboy/punk/lady/thing…
To top it off: He couldn’t cook.
He did have some good sides too, but we don’t have the time for a fluff-flashback neither to list them down.
What brings us back to your way home.
EnglandxReader: The Perfect Christmas GiftYou were sitting on the sofa looking through magazines trying to find a good Christmas gift for your husband; Arthur. You were married for a few months now and this would be the first Christmas you would send together as a married couple. You wanted to get your new husband the perfect gift.EnglandxReader: The Perfect Christmas Gift2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Dang, it I don't know what to get him." you said putting down the cooking magazine that had a list of popular cookware inside. Arthur loved to cook for you. However you honestly didn't like his cooking but you would never tell him that.
You decide to give up on your search of the perfect gift when you noticed it was twelve in the afternoon. 'Iggy won't be home for another five hours. What am I suppose to do now?' you thought lying across the sofa. You started watching your favorite TV show before drifting off to sleep.
"Love, its time to wake up." you heard the British accent you loved so much.
Your eyes opened when you felt your husband's soft lips press against your. You smiled before
APH | Underneath The Mistletoe [England x Reader]APH | Underneath The Mistletoe [England x Reader]2 years ago in Romance More Like This
In between reader inserts? I'll try!
Hey hey hey! I should be working on the series, but why don't I make a late entry on Christmas? This is a one shot but it has other countries in it~
Please excuse the grammar/spelling errors!
England x Reader - Underneath the Mistletoe
Author-chan's POV all the way!
_____ knocked on Arthur's door softly. It was the day before Christmas Eve and she wants to spend time with him. Then, the Brit answered the door.
"_-___?! Love, what are you doing here?" He looked surprised to see ____ at his door.
"To celebrate Christmas with you! Why else?" She smiled cheerfully. ____'s optimistic personality is what motivates her the most.
"Well, um... thanks but-" Arthur stopped mid sentence as _____ entered the house. She was expecting to see a Christmas Tree and other Christmas stuff... But, all she saw was a lit fire place and no decorations
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All Yours… Rock Star! England x Shy! Reader
You sat patiently tapping
your foot in rhythm with the bass of your favorite band of all time.
Not only was it your favorite, but you were also best friends with
the lead singer, Arthur Kirkland. You smiled at the memory of meeting
*This flashback is brought
to you by England’s magical creatures*
You had decided to get out
for some fresh air to (favorite public place). You hummed a quiet
tune as you sat down, enjoying the peace. You could swear you heard
guitar playing in the distance, but decided to ignore it in favor of
resting your eyes. Before you knew it you were out.
You were woken up by the
sound of a guitar, but it was much closer to you now. You looked
around in surprise, finally locating the source of the noise.
What you saw made your jaw
A blond man was sitting a
respectful distance from you while playing the most beautifully
painted acoustic guitar you’d ever seen. He had his eyes closed
Just For You England X ReaderJust For You England X Reader2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The apocalypse must be coming. That was the only explanation you could think of for this...this travesty. On the one hand it was rather nice for you and made you feel loved and needed, but on the other hand it was an occurrence that was abnormal anywhere besides your dreams.
At the world meeting for all to see, England, the infamously tsundere ball of mood swings, was holding your hand on the table. It doesn't really seem like much, but it is England we're talking about. The show of affection was in plain sight! But that wasn't all - he was
sitting againstsnuggling into your right side. No space was left between you two, and the chairs would have to merge for you to be any closer.
The weirdest thing, though, was that all he could do was softly smile. He wasn't ashamed nor was he embarrassed by it. Normally he would become red enough to trick Spain's Romano radar.
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Punk!England x Reader
CONTAINS SOME BAD WORDS
Going to school had its ups and downs for you. The upside was that you could see your friends. The downside was that you had to do a crap ton of homework. But somehow you managed to do it all in one night. You were a regular girl in school with [h/l][h/c] hair and bright [e/c] eyes. You got along with almost everyone in the school except for him. He had emerald eyes and dirty blonde hair. And his eyebrows! Man, don't even get yourself started on those things. You could probably land planes on them! You two just didn't see eye to eye. You tended to stay away from him and he did the same to you. Everyone knew that you two hated each other, what for, they didn't know. Anyways, you were in English class and were talking to Alfred Jones. "Hey, [name], are you trying out for the talent show?"
"Oh, I don't know. Probably not. What am I going to do? Sing? I don't have a good voice."
"Well-" The bell rang, cutting off Alfred. Yo
EnglandxReader: Cleaning Day I opened my eyes blearily as my alarm started beeping loudly. I reached over and pressed the dismiss button. The sun was peeking over the tree tops and shining right in my face through the window. I groaned, closing my eyes and turning onto my side. It’s Saturday, I thought dejectedly. I sighed and sat up, trying to rub sleep out of my eyes and straightening my tank top. I looked over at my boyfriend and couldn’t help but laugh. His hair was a total mess, even worse than usual, and he was drooling slightly. Playing Super Mario Brothers last night must have worn him out.EnglandxReader: Cleaning Day2 years ago in Romance More Like This
This is gonna be fun, I thought as I traced a solitary finger down his bare back. I carefully slid out of bed and snuck over to his side. I crouched down, grinning to myself, and pounced!
“Wake up sunshine!” I yelled as I landed perpendicularly across him. Now, one thing about Arthur. He’s most definitely not a morning person, so being woken up s
Rainy Days EnglandXReaderPitter, patter. Splish splash. You looked up from your book, glancing over at the Brit huddled in the corner with a stack of spell books. "Hey, Arthur?" You questioned. "Wanna take a break and, I don't know, do something?"Rainy Days EnglandXReader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"I'll have you know, I have a lot of reading I need to get done." He replied, his green eyes not leaving the faded pages and hand inked words. "So please shut up." And, with that said, he continued to pour over the spell books.
Groaning, you shut your book and looked out the window. What a shitty time for it to start raining. The only reason you'd come to his house in the first place was simply because you needed somemore tea bags, and he was the only one who had them. You had no idea it was going to start pouring.
So now you were stuck in this house with Arthur complete-and-utter-jackass Kirkland. Not to mention, he was still pretty pissy that you broke his favorite teacup during your last visit. Perhaps that was why he chose today to catch up on hi
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You frown as you dont get an answer from Englands phone for the third time today. You wanted something to do and were going to see if he wanted to come over. As far as youre aware, neither he nor you had anything important to be doing and if there was something important you should be doing like attending a meeting, youre sure Germany would have yelled at you down the phone by now.
It had started to rain this morning and the rumble of thunder and flashes of lightning had begun to accompany it a little later, which had put you off going outside, but seeing England would be nice if you could just get a damn answer from him!
You shrug and pick up your car keys along with the spare key to his place that hed given you, just in case. He always answers the phone, so you find his lack of communication with you a little strange and worrying.
As you drive over to his place, you try his phone again, but, again, not getting an answer. The rain hammers against t
Punk!England x Reader: She's a Rebel-1Warning: Reader Insert, Lemon in the next chapterPunk!England x Reader: She's a Rebel-12 years ago in Romance More Like This
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, you or any of the song
Summary: Arthur Kirkland was the punk rocker of your dreams. He went to the same school as you but never seemed to notice you, that is until he heard your band play. Punk!England x Reader. Reader Insert. Lemon in second chapter.
Hey guys, another reader insert and this time with Punk!England. I hope you enjoy. The second chapter will contain lemon, I promise. Enjoy and please let me know what you think and what reader inserts you’d like to read next!
You peeked out at the crowd from backstage with a smile; you and your band were playing at a big punk rock festival in your area. You were up next and planned to play a small set with some of your favorite songs in it. When looking out you caught a glimpse of...him. You let out a surprised gasp and your heartbeat sped up a little. You doubled checked to b
England X Reader: Make it RightEngland X Reader: Make it Right2 years ago in Romance More Like This
England X Reader – Make it Right
When a sudden crash! sounded on the lower floor of your apartment at some ungodly hour of the morning you awoke with a rapidly beating heart and wide, fearful eyes. Within the dark confines of your bedroom on the second floor you felt fear spreading through you as your mind went into overdrive: Is there someone in the house? Am I being robbed? Should I call the police, or lock myself in the bathroom??
After an intense moment of silence, you decided to fetch your baseball bat. Making your way to the closet by the bedroom door on unsteady feet, you paused every second-step to listen with strained ears for any more sounds from downstairs. However, it was only once you had the solid wooden bat clasped firmly in your hands as you stood anxiously at the head of the stairs that you heard anything of interest.
This time, it was the familiar grumbling of a man that came from the direction of the downstairs bathroom.
You could have melted
EnglandxReader--Stay With Me ForeverEnglandxReader--Stay With Me Forever2 years ago in Romance More Like This
The tears rolled relentlessly down my cheeks and I wiped them away angrily, glaring at the remains of the black ship, the Black's Pride (such a creative name, I know) that still bobbed on the waters. How the hell did I get myself here? Why was I even on this damned ship? My sword clanked at my side as I turned to face the captain of the pirate ship, the Devil's Storm.
"…is it still there?"
A man with a red coat and a pure white jacket walked up to me. His messy blonde hair dangled over his shining green eyes. His figure was unusually short for his age; nineteen or so. Black pants adorned his legs, and with also black boots, it seemed that he wasn't wearing any shoes at all.
I nodded furiously, accepting the lace handkerchief he handed me and wiped my eyes madly, attempting to rid myself of the water that I hated so much. The liquid, that, to me, symbolized defeat and weakness. The captain watched me, his eyes sad.
"Why did you want to come here, love?"
DaddyEnglandXMommyReaderXChildAmerica"I'm a superhero!" the small boy yelled as he ran, small feet pounding on the ground. A small, red cape flew out behind him, a plastic "S" burned onto the fabric. He giggled loudly as he was picked up, delicate, thin arms wrapping around his torso. "Let me down! Let me down!" he screeched, laughs making his words almost intelligible, this fact was accompanied by the lisp he had with his two missing front teeth.DaddyEnglandXMommyReaderXChildAmerica2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Who's my hero?" the girl asked, her (h/c) locks falling over her face. The little boy laughed, bright blue eyes wide.
"I am! I am!" he said, then smiled even louder when she nodded in affirmation.
"Yes you are!" Then, without warning, she fell over on her back and held the small boy above her and blew a raspberry on his stomach. He laughed at the feeling, tears forgotten. She then let him down and hugged him close to her chest. He snuggled into her.
"I love you, Mommy," he said quietly, the energy high he was just feeling lowering out as drowsiness overtook him. She kissed his
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Arthur jumped as he heard that shriek, followed almost immediately by a loud thump and a crash. He jumped up, flinging the book in his lap onto the floor and spilling his hot tea he had been taking a sip of into his lap in the process. The cup clattered to the floor as he leapt around in circles swearing for a moment, trying to distract himself from the burning. As soon it was slightly more bearable, Arthur ran towards where the sounds had been coming from.
His footsteps thumped on the wooden flooring of the old cabin as Arthur tore up the stairs and ran down the hallway, heading for the bedroom. He flung open the door to find (f/n) lying face down on the floor. Her torso was flat on the floor, while from the hips below she was on her side. Her hair flowed from her head in a messy and wavy pool, and her arms lay on the ground in positions that made her look like she was trying to claw tracks into the wood. For all Art
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Despite Rebecca Black's song tarnishing it's good name, Friday really was the best day of the week. It meant movie night, just you, your boyfriend, Alfred, a horror flick, and endless bowls of popcorn.
"Alfred, popcorn's done!" You announced, marching into the living room, a bowl of hot, buttery popcorn in your hands.
"Awesome, dude!" He said, flashing you a nervous grin as you sat down next to him on the couch. "This time I'll get through the whole movie, just you watch ____!" Sure this made his determination clear, he grabbed the bowl and stuffed handfuls of popcorn into his mouth.
You rolled your eyes at his so called "enthusiasm"; you were 99.99999995% sure that, by the time the movie was over, he would be the one in your lap, holding onto you for dear life.
Rolling your eyes again, you grabbed the remote and pressed play. The screen was pitch black, until a zombie with a mangled, bloody face flashed across the screen, arms outstretched, as though trying to grab you both through th
Take Care of You England x Reader Arthur had always been there for (f/n). In Kindergarten, where they met, when her pencil broke, he'd given her one of his. Whenever she got lunch she didn't like, or had forgotten her lunchbox, he shared his lunch with her. When her goldfish died, he'd comforted her.Take Care of You England x Reader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
He was still there in middle school. When she couldn't go to the first dance because she was sick, he stayed home with her. He auditioned for band with her when she'd been too scared to do so alone. When her first real crush broke her heart, he was there to convince her he was a jerk and didn't deserve her. That was when he realised he loved (f/n).
And on into high school. They got lost in the hallways as freshmen together. They continued with band as sophmores together. He attended detention with her, and even bailed her out a few times. Then injunior year, she'd met Francis, a foreign guy from France.
England x Reader: When I'm With YouSummer is coming to a close. Alfred F. Jones has invited all of his friends, and even some random strangers, to spend the weekend in his mansion of awesomeness (though Gilbert refuses to acknowledge this fact, even if he knows it's true). You, being one of his best friends, are naturally invited.England x Reader: When I'm With You2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Since it is about a hundred degrees Fahrenheit, most of you guys spend your time near the pool. You can't swim to save your life, though you refuse to let any of these guys know so that you won't be mocked. You simply stay in the shallow end or work on that tan you kind of don't want to get, cannonballing into the ends where your feet can touch the ground and your head can rise above the water. You play with the water guns and joke around with everyone, and a smile is always plastered on your face.
So here you are, sitting near the edge of the pool with your feet dangling over the edge and splashing the water around. You wear a light T-shirt over your bikini, slightly self-conscious, especiall
EnglandxReader::The Small ThingsThe Small ThingsEnglandxReader::The Small Things1 year ago in Drama More Like This
England x Reader
There was a loud banging noise that you presumed was the front door; boisterous stomping down the hallway and incoherent words were thrown around as your husband dropped his suitcase on the kitchen table. There were dark circles forming under his eyes and stress lines were more apparent on his pale face.
He slumped into his armchair in the living room and began unraveling the newspaper that he picked up from the driveway, you on the other hand, were standing in the kitchen as all of the commotion happened, worried for your husband as his mood grew more sour each day.
You wanted to help, but you hadn't the slightest clue as to why he was so upset. He never complains about work, his brother Alfred hasn't bothered you two in a while, hell, he just got a raise!
"So, what's the big deal grumpy-butt?" you asked as you leaned on the back of his armchair. Arthur sighed distastefully and flipped the page of his newspaper saying,
Gift: The Language of Flowers: England x ReaderGIFT: ENGLAND X READER: THE LANGUAGE OF FLOWERSGift: The Language of Flowers: England x Reader2 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