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
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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
Romano x Reader: Crazy (1)He has always intrigued me.Romano x Reader: Crazy (1)2 years ago in Romance
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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
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
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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