Letters from a Britannia Angel-UK x Reader x USA 1Letters from a Britannia Angel-UK x Reader x USA 12 years ago in Romance More Like This
Letters from a Britannia Angel
England x Reader x America
Ach! You were late! You’d forgotten exactly how or when you had fallen asleep, but that was beside the point. The clock blinked 4:53 pm on its digital face, and your date with Alfred was at 5. How in the world were you going to make it to the park across town in seven minutes? At least you were already dressed in your (favorite color) blouse and a pair of dark blue jeans. You quickly threw on some makeup, put up half your hair in a sloppy, but oddly good-looking bun, grabbed your black windbreaker, and scrambled out the front door of your house, and into your parent’s car.
As you drove, your feelings of anxiety began to grow. Even though Alfred wasn’t the type to get angry about showing up late, it still bothered you when you were. You had been dating Alfred for a while, and known him since childhood, when he began attending your elementary school. His parents moved around a lot for
EnglandxReader:SmileI sat listening to the music I wanna sing to my boyfriend. He was everything I loved about him. His accent, his cooking (Though it's terrible I loved how we laugh after baking them), and of course his "gentleman" act. it was all too perfect. I know it's kinda weird for me to sing in front of him, but come on! It's Valentine's Day! 'Just a few more seconds till the bell ring!' I told myself. I sent a text to Arthur to meet me in the band room for a special surprise I have for him. Though he doesn't like when I keep things from him, I just hoped this works.EnglandxReader:Smile2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The bell rung as everyone hurried out of the class room in such a rush. I walked down the hall to the band room to set up my guitar and mic, with the help of my friends of course.
"You ready for this?" Michelle asked.
"Alright then good luck." Alice told me, "You and my brother are perfect for each other, just hope he'll like the idea."
I giggled. I've known Alice since elementary. We were best friends till I met
Romano x Reader: Crazy (1)He has always intrigued me.Romano x Reader: Crazy (1)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Ever since the first encounter, I've spent hours with him, trying to figure him out.
I have been called a child prodigy by some. Music, math, arts, writing; you name it, I've attempted it.
And not just in school. Fencing, tennis, judo, soccer, dance, javelin, archery, track, theater; I've done them all and not only triumphed, but excelled, putting in 110%.
The point is, I'm rather smart.
I've always been pretty good at reading people just by watching how they talk, interact,dress, their body movements, facial expressions; the world is a giant library, each person a book for me to peruse at my leisure.
But not him.
He is the one person, the single novel that rests on a high self, too far up for me to grab, even with the assistance of chairs and ladders. heck, I can't even see the damn bindings of this mysterious piece of literature. He sits up there, taunting and teasing me,laughing at my foolish attempts to get my hands on him.
And I hate it.
It eats away
EnglandXReaderXIceland- Who Will You Choose? Pt. 1EnglandXReaderXIcelandEnglandXReaderXIceland- Who Will You Choose? Pt. 12 years ago in Romance More Like This
Who will you choose?
___________’s first day as a country
Grumbling to himself, Arthur Kirkland, the personification of the United Kingdom its self, attempted to push through Alfred’s rambling. The young American man was proposing his newest scheme of eliminating both World hunger and Global Warming. Bloody hell he is annoying. Arthur thought to himself, rubbing his temples with his middle fingers.
“Alright dudes! Oh, yeah I totally forgot! We have a new country to introduce!”
“We haven’t had a new country in ages...” Arthur inquired, tapping his fingers rhythmically on the table.
“She’s-a our new little-a sister!” Feli giggled, sitting next to his brother Lovi. “One of-a our neighbor islands recently became-a certified country.”
“We’re-a helping her start off…” Lovi stated in a much less bubbly way.
“Interesting…” France laughed, smir
My history teacher is a country!Reader chapter 1You woke up to a dreadful and horrifying noise known as your alarm. Realising that it was a school day, you groan and hesitate to get out of bed, but do it anyway. The bed creaks as your bare feet touch the cold floor and even more so when you lift yourself up. Maybe you shouldn't of watched THAT many episodes of hetalia last night. Feet thudding on the floor, you get yourself ready.My history teacher is a country!Reader chapter 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
You come down the stairs, still tired, and get some breakfast. Since the house is silent you hear the ticking of the clock on the wall. Looking up at it, you are going to be late, as usual.
" great. Another lecture from the head, probably"
rushing to finish, you pick up your bag and take a quick look in the mirror as you leave. Seeing your (H/L) , (H/C) hair, messy and covering over your (E/C) doesn't help increase your confidence going to school, let alone being late.
As you enter, the halls are eerily quiet and quite creepy, you think. Quickly rushing to your class, history, it seems as though you won't
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You turned towards the voice. "Oh. Hey, America."
He ran up to you and grinned widely, his eyes shining behind his glasses. "What are you doing tonight? Want to go out?"
You checked the date on your phone. It was Friday. There was no school tomorrow… you really weren’t doing anything but part of you didn’t want to do out. Your chest and heart still hurt.
"I don’t know…" You replied.
"Come on." America said. "It'll be fun. Trust me."
He gave you a small smile, pleading with you to go. You stood your ground. Then America shot you the puppy dog eyes. You caved. I mean, how couldn’t you?
"All right, fine. I'll go out with you." You said.
He smiled at you. "Sweet, dude! Thanks!"
You tried to smile back, but you couldn’t. You started walking to your first class. America followed you and took your hand. You didn’t care enough to take it back, so you just let him hold it. After class, America took you to the next class, holding y