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
Rocker!EnglandxReader: If It Means a Lot to YouRocker!EnglandxReaderRocker!EnglandxReader: If It Means a Lot to You3 years ago in Drama More Like This
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!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 Inside3 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
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 SHOT3 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!"
Meet the family. Punk!England x Reader“Ugh.. hi?”Meet the family. Punk!England x Reader3 years 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 Gift3 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
I'm All Yours... Rock Star! England x Shy! ReaderI’mI'm All Yours... Rock Star! England x Shy! Reader3 years ago in Romance More Like This
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
Punk!England x Reader OneshotPunk!England x Reader Oneshot3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
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
Punk!England x Reader: She's a Rebel-1Warning: Reader Insert, Lemon in the next chapterPunk!England x Reader: She's a Rebel-13 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
Flowers Mean Forgiveness [Punk!EnglandxReader]Flowers Mean ForgivenessFlowers Mean Forgiveness [Punk!EnglandxReader]3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Request: Punk!EnglandxReader (Romance, hurt/comfort)
Written for: Umbrelink
I can't believe this!" You yelled in frustration, throwing the bundle of flowers (red and white tulips) merciless on the ground. "How can he even dare to think that would make everything alright?"
Once again, this particular evening, you felt your eyes water up. This time, though, it wasn't out of sadness, but more out of anger. How can he even try something like this? Flowers, out of all things? You stood above that way too cliché sorry of his. He could try to be all gentleman, if he just wanted to, but you wouldn't fall for that. After all these years, you realized, you never knew what kind of person Arthur Kirkland was. Now you do; and, well, after four years of loving him and putting up with everything he did, this was just too much. You had boundaries. And he should know. But seemingly he didn't. After four years.
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.DaddyEnglandXMommyReaderXChildAmerica3 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
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~3 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
England x Reader - Best Ways to ComfortEngland x Reader – Best Ways to ComfortEngland x Reader - Best Ways to Comfort3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
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
Punk!England x Punk!Reader WingmanPunk!England x Punk!Reader Wingman3 years ago in Humor More Like This
England x Reader
You gazed lazily around the room you were in with heavy-lidded (e/c) eyes. A surprisingly bland boudoir for a punk. You would know. You leaped furtively from your bed to scavenge for your clothing.
“There it is,” you said, as you slinked across the room and shimmied into your plaid (f/c) jeans.
You glanced at Arthur, who seemed much too angelic in his state of unconsciousness.
“He’s not half bad…..” you mumbled, picking-up your black tube top and sliding it on. He had piercing emerald eyes, and a sexy mess of blond locks.
“It wouldn’t kill him to pluck his brows, though.”
“What a pity,” you concluded aloud while sliding open his bedroom window. You were about to begin your descent from the fourth floor of the oversized manor, but you wanted to get one last look at him.
In the loudest voic
EnglandxReader::The Small ThingsThe Small ThingsEnglandxReader::The Small Things3 years 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,
EnglandxReader - Fears and MemoriesEnglandxReader - Fears and Memories3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
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
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 You3 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
Punk!England X Reader ~ My Gentlemanly PunkPunk!England X Reader ~ My Gentlemanly Punk3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You sigh and walk over to your living room window. It was sunny in (Place), the total opposite of what you felt.
Exactly a week ago you had confronted your boyfriend, Alfred, on why he was spending so much time with some bimbo. He had then explained- er well, more like bragged that she was the love of his life and the two of you were done.
You laugh bitterly at that thought, that's the exact same way you two had become a couple. He dumped his previous girlfriend for you, saying the exact same thing. Well, once a player always a player.
You look over at the clock on the wall to see its 1:20pm. Your eyes widened and you dashed out your door, grabbing your keys, wallet, and phone.
"Why the hell did I lose track of time!" You yelled while dodging pedestrians, "If I'm late again Arthur will never forgive me!"
Arthur. That's someone who's always despised your Ex-boyfriend even though they're brothers. He even warned you about him, but you were to lovestruck to believe him.
Now that yo
Punk England x Reader - Package DealYou are adjusting the mike so it fits your height. You and your band, Hep Talia, are setting up to practice on the small stage of the empty club. No one is there, except for a few drunk stragglers, but you didn't expect anyone to be there, your band needs the practice anyway. Your mind has been wandering all afternoon though to your crush, Arthur Kirkland. He's an exchange student from England, and you can't seem to speak around him. Your comfortable around all the other guys, most of whom are your friends, but not around him, your mind goes blank and you start to get really nervous.Punk England x Reader - Package Deal4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"You ready, chica?" Hep Talia's drummer and one of your best friends, Antonio asks, breaking you out of your daydream. You look back at your band mates, noticing something is missing. Matthew is ready by his bass, quiet as ever, and Antonio is by his drums, but no Francis.
"Where's Francis?" you ask. Your other best friend, and guitarist for Hep Talia, is usually on time. Antonio shrugs and your
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
Should I Stay Or Should I Go? Punk!EnglandxReaderWARNING: Punk!Iggy, being sexy as hell, but with quite a potty mouth. Not that you don’t love it, my lovelies. I butt in once, but it’s Prussia’s fault. So don’t judge. And if you don’t like this song, you do not deserve Punk!Iggy, and can just leave. This is classic British Punk, where they took Pop and vomited all over it. Enjoy! ^^Should I Stay Or Should I Go? Punk!EnglandxReader3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Oh and bear with me here, I’m trying to write a French accent this time.
h-> ‘ (feedback on this would be great, is it too hard to read?)
“Bloody frog!” Arthur hollered at the blond fellow that seemed to be diving for treasure in some bimbo’s mouth.
Breaking away with a glare, Francis looked up at the punk. “What is it? Can you not see I’m busy ‘ere?”
“Whatever, slime, I need to chat.” he said, grabbing the fancy blue dress shirt’s collar and dragging him away from the girl who didn’t really seem to care much that she’d lost her
Punk!England x Nerd!Reader - The Perfect Concert[ Hetalia - Himaruya HidekazPunk!England x Nerd!Reader - The Perfect Concert4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You - You ]
The Perfect Concert
Your best friend, _____, dragged you with her to go to some concert. You didn't even know the name of the band playing, most of the time you'd just tune out all of her rants about them and some other things. All you ever did was occasionally nod and laugh when she did to show that you were 'listening.'
What was even worse though was that she had forced you to go with her extra early to be able to have places in the front row. That was where you were now, groaning and laying on the cold, hard ground in your favorite hoodie.
"Why of all the people that you could've taken, you forced me to go with you?" You rolled from side-to-side before becoming tired and bored of that. It wasn't making you any warmer anyway. You groaned again, but even louder while as curled up into a fetal position while she explained for the fifth time in that hour why she chose you. You had the answer already memorized by now, but you continued to ask.
Just For You England X ReaderJust For You England X Reader3 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.
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
Stereo Hearts: England x Reader songficIf I was just another dusty record on the shelfStereo Hearts: England x Reader songfic3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Would you blow me off and play me like everybody else
If I asked you to scratch my back, could you manage that?
Like it read well, check it, Travie, I can handle that
You opened up the window, sticking out your head to find the source of the music. It had streamed into your ears late at night, and you had finally broken down to try to find its source. Stereo Hearts by Gym Class Heros drifted towards you, making you smile. Another voice called your name, "_____?" You looked down onto your back lawn to see Arthur Kirkland. In his grasp, held high above his heads, was a big old fashioned stereo. Your eyes widened.
It was cheesy as hell. It was classic. It was... Arthur. You grinned wider than you thought possible, and jumped out the window, scaring him half to death. But you landed on your feet, as you had done it many times before. Arthur set the boom box down and you hugged him tightly. He pulled back, taking his class ring in one h