EnglandxReader - Christmas Love
Staring out of the bedroom window, you saw the first few delicate drops of snow fall to the frozen ground below. A feeling of excitement passed through your body; you loved winter more than any other season during the year. You loved the snow, the snowball fights, the nights in front of the fireplace with a hot mug of tea or hot chocolate in your hands but more importantly, you loved the chilly time of year because you got to spend it with your best friend Arthur.
You had known Arthur since the two of you were kids. The moment you saw him, you wanted to be friends immediately, even though he was a bit reluctant at first due to his self-consciousness. Your small, awkward meeting blossomed into a fully-fledged friendship in a matter of weeks and it has stayed like that for several years. The only problem was, the pair of you went to different schools, which made it harder for you to see each other during the school year. That is why the Christmas season is a very substantial time for bot
England x Reader: String of FateEngland x Reader: String of Fate2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Excuse me, _______ -san, but what are you rooking at?” a quiet Asian voice whispered beside you. You jumped, surprised by the sudden voice. You quickly closed the window that you were searching on.
“Ah, Kiku! What are you doing here?” you laughed.
“I was searching for seh anime the schoor just got in,” he grinned, tilting his head so that his dark hair fell to one side. “So, pardon me for asking, but was sat the Red String of Faith myth that you were rooking at?”
Your face flushed a tad bit pinker. “Uhm, yes, it was.”
“I sought so. You know, sat is very popurar in my country. Do you berieve in it, ______?” Kiku asked, looking into your (e/c) eyes. You knew that look well. That was the one where he scrutinized every detail of your face, read the mood, and could tell when you were lying.
You looked down, gazing at the black keyboard in front of you. “Well, I think it’s interesting…” you said, your
England X Reader: 'Make A Wish' (Contest Entry)England X Reader: 'Make A Wish' (Contest Entry)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
England X Reader: 'Make A Wish'
(A/N: My submission to The-Hetalia-Hangout’s contest.)
It was a late night. Stars were out, and the moon was shining brightly. Lighting up the hill full of poppies and daffodils. You and a certain Brit were lying on top of a picnic blanket that was simply sprawled on the floor. The night sky was filled with stars, a few fireflies were flying about. An old robin's nest abandoned, high up in a nearby tree.
It was a quiet night. The silence was bliss, away from all the noise you were so used to. The usual hustle and bustle of the city was stressful, so the calm and stillness of the night, in an empty field was relaxing. It was like a small haven in a world full of troubles, problems, worries, regrets and lies.
Snuggling closer to England, his scent of tea and vanilla is warm and inviting. You nuzzle his cheek inhaling more of his scent, the Brit’s cheeks heat up from the sudden affectionate gesture. This was normal, an affectionate g
EnglandxSick!Reader "Oh for the love of God...." (Y/n) groaned and shoved her face in her pillow. She had been laying in bed all day, having caught an aweful cold. She would get into coughing fits easily, had to blow her nose every five minutes, and, every now and then, felt extremely nauseous. This sucked, she had plans with her friend too! England, though she prefered to call by his human name, Arthur. She would have to call him and cancel, much to her disappointment.EnglandxSick!Reader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
So, she popped a cough-drop in her mouth so she wouldn't get into a coughing fit while she spoke, and grabbed her phone. She sniffled and bit as she heard a soft click from the other end, followed by a sexy British voice on the other side answering with a "Ello?" "H-Hey, Arthur..." "(Y/n)! What's wrong, love? You don't sound very good..." Well he hit it on the nose with that one... "I-I'm s-sorry, Arthur... I c-can't come o-over.... I caught a cold..." Though Arthur felt saddened at the news t
Catch Me - England x Reader (Songfic) Before I fall too fastCatch Me - England x Reader (Songfic)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Kiss me quick but make it last
So I can see how badly this will hurt me
When you say goodbye
(Name)… She’s beautiful. The way her (h/c) blows in the breeze, her pretty (e/c) eyes and her gorgeous smile that lights up my entire day, every time I see her she leaves me speechless.
But I can never admit my feelings to her.
We’ve been best friends for so long, about 8 years now, but she never seems to return my love… Not that I’ve ever shown it straight-out like how Francis would; just kissing the girl.
I send her Valentine’s Day cards every year, and she always returns them, but she doesn’t love me like that; she only returns them to be friendly.
I give her hugs on all her birthdays, and she then proceeds to tell me how I am the best friend ever, how I always care for her and how she loves me. As a friend.
She just doesn’t return my feelings.
Keep it sweet, keep it slow
Let the future pass and don’t
EnglandxReader: Connected by WiresEnglandxReader: Connected by Wires2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You sighed for the ‘nth time’ ever since the sun set down; you looked at your silver wristwatch to check the time, you frowned when you realized how late it is already. You have to finish the report before the morning or else your British boss might cut your salary. You rested your chin at your palm as you stared at the monitor-checking the financial report that you will explain the next week. Your eyes traveled from the expenses to the income. Everything’s just fine, good thing you’re using excel since your high school days, now you’re a professional when it comes to rushing paperwork and finishing it nicely.
You spaced out for a moment, realizing that you already finished everything, including the graph. It’s already 1am and it’s pretty dangerous to go home alone, especially crime is everywhere in this busy city. You finished 4 cups of espresso and now you can’t sleep, yo
EnglandxReader: Notebook EntriesLooking at the shelves of books, Arthur Kirkland found a familiar looking girl in the library. It was (Name), a girl from his class. They talked to each other once in a while, and ate together sometimes, too.EnglandxReader: Notebook Entries2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Hello, Miss (Last Name)," he greeted as he approached her. Unfortunately for him, they were still on formal terms.
(Name) clutched her notebook close to her and smiled. "Hi, Mister Kirkland. How are you?"
"I'm alright, thank you for asking. I'm just looking for a good book. And I'm guessing that you're looking for one too?"
She laughed a bit before trying to reach up to get one, barely touching the book's spine. "Yes, I am."
Arthur noticed her difficulty since she was shorter than him and the shelf. Since he was such a gentleman, he reached up with little efforts and got the book for her. "Is this the one?"
(Name) nodded and thanked him in return. He noticed she wasn't giving any eye contact and there was a slight tint of pink on her cheeks, which brought him to look
Stand In the Rain (EnglandXReader)You sprinted through the deserted streets, the ominous clouds promising rain matching your dark, unpredictable mood. Your sneakers pounded the pavement, the sound and the sensation overpowering any other thoughts that could cloud your mind. You felt like nothing could catch you, but as the saying goes, you can’t run away from your problems.Stand In the Rain (EnglandXReader)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You paused in the middle of the road, panting heavily, hands on your knees. The first few drops of rain tainted the even tone of the asphalt, and slowly the memories came back to you, each one adding new weight to your soul.
Practically tearing into your jean pocket, you unwound your iPod and jammed the earbuds in, randomly selecting a song without really looking at the title. You just wanted to forget, to get away, anything. But the first hauntingly beautiful notes did anything but that. The rain fell faster.
She never slows down.
You never did. With everything that had happened, slowing down simply wasn’t an option anymore.
No Coffee EnglandxReaderTea.No Coffee EnglandxReader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You never cared much for it. It wasn’t your least favorite beverage, that spot belonged to the disgusting diet shakes your mother kept drinking and always begged you to try. Those were the worst by far!
That being said, tea still wasn’t that high on your list. You’d tried it before, and tried it again, but it just didn’t do anything for you.
No problem, you told yourself, Nobody says I have to drink it, right? And for a good portion of your life, that was true. No one would force you to drink if you didn’t want it, and most people didn’t really offer it to you anyway.
And then you made the error of falling for Arthur Kirkland.
Acquaintances for a long time before becoming friends, you started to pursue things once you realized you found yourself attracted to Brit. You didn’t think he suspected anything yet, which was fine. It gave you more time to – for lack of a better word – analyze him. See what he
RQ: Completely Priceless. EnglandxBullied!ReaderThe only sounds that could be heard in her bedroom were hushed sobs of sorrow and anguish. There were shards of glass everywhere; some pieces reflected sunlight from the window. ________ sat in huddled in the corner, cradling her injured fist to her chest. Her choked sobs subsiding as she slowly recovered from her breakdown. _________ didn’t know if she could continue living anymore. What was the point? Everything around her said that she wasn’t good enough.RQ: Completely Priceless. EnglandxBullied!Reader2 years ago in Sketches More Like This
She was tired of trying to reach the impossible goal of being perfect by societal standards. She was tired of trying to be something she wasn’t in order to gain the approval of others. She became weary of the taunts and jeers of her classmates. ______ didn’t want to go to school anymore. It became too much. The mocking laughter of her tormentors echoed in her mind. Their voices filled with spite and hatred resounded in her ears.
“No one likes you.
Good Guy, or Bad Guy? (England x Reader)Good Guy, or Bad Guy? (England x Reader)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Good Guy, or Bad Guy?
(England x Reader)
"Shallow guys!!" you shouted as you violently hit one of the many country flag-printed pillows on your bed, anger boiling in your veins. "If I had a nickel for eve-- GAH!!"
You punched your beloved, rectangle-shaped fluffy stress relief once more.
"Dude, sis, you okay?"
You turned around to look at the newcomer, face torn in rage, but if fell and relaxed as you saw the look of worry in your pretend-sibling's eyes. Why pretend? Because, even though you weren't related, you considered yourselves as family.
"What happened?" he asked, risking a few steps in your direction.
"I'm not pretty enough." you sternly replied.
"I'm not pretty enough" you repeated, those words bringing a sting to your heart. "That's what happened"
"Who told you that?" he asked, walking even closer to you.
"[Guy's Name], Alfie. [Guy's Name]."
"My ex." you cut, turning around at staring intently at the wall that was now in front
England x Reader ~It Ends Tonight~England x Reader ~It Ends Tonight~2 years ago in Romance More Like This
England x Reader ~It Ends Tonight~
"It Ends Tonight" by The All-American Rejects
(Haha It’s probably sooo not what you’re thinking btw. It has a “happy ending.”)
They strangle me.
“Arthur?” ____ asked quietly at the door. “Please, come out.” She stood at the door of my study. I had the door locked and all of the lights off but one measly lamp at the far end of the room. I didn’t want to talk. This is the day that pains me the most. I sat there tears silently streaming down my already tear stained face. I don’t know why this day pains me so much. America wasn’t my only colony that declared independence. Maybe it was because I raised him on my own. He was like my own child. But he left me. Alone. Only _____ saved me. Every year this happens. I know it kills her inside when July, 4th comes around and she sees me like this. Well no exactly sees but hears for I refuse to come out
England x Reader - You Can Get MeArthur Kirkland sat on the couch, his legs crossed, reading the newspaper. He was enjoying the somewhat peace and quiet that was going on in the house. Alfred was sleeping in the arm chair, quietly snoring and probably dreaming about hamburgers. This gave Arthur some time to himself. However, he felt something was missing.England x Reader - You Can Get Me2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
As much as Arthur loved keeping to himself once in awhile, he always knew that he couldn’t be happy without his one love; [First Name] [Last Name]. He loved everything about her. The wonderful smile she greeted him with every morning, the beautiful look in her [e/c] eyes, the way her [h/c] locks glimmered in the sun, and who could forget the adorable giggle she had? She was Arthur’s everything, and he enjoyed every moment of his day when it was spent with her.
That particular day, Arthur hadn’t been up early enough to wish [Name] good luck on her way to work. He was afraid that it would upset her as much as it upset himself. He felt as if not seeing
England x reader- Friday Nights~Love is like a big present...England x reader- Friday Nights2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was your favourite day of the week; Friday. Tonight you were supposed to go to your best friend England's house for movie night, just like always. You'd been friends for roughly eight years, maybe a bit longer. He was always there for you when you needed him.
You had started to take a liking to your old friend, who knows the reason. There was just something about him that made you... Happy. You collected your items and checked how you looked in the mirror one more time, then walked downstairs and outside, being sure to lock the door behind you. After a few minutes of walking, you got to England's house and knocked on the door in a certain pattern; the two of you had come up with it as a way to know who was at the door. You could hear a little bit of commotion, then a loud 'bump' from inside. A few moments later England opened the door, rubbing his head with a small grimace on his face.
"Did you trip, Iggy?" You asked, giggling a small bit.
TouchHeart ~ (England x Reader)TouchHeartTouchHeart ~ (England x Reader)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
England x Reader
The sandy blonde American rose up from his seat, the bowl filled with popcorn which was resting on his lap a few seconds earlier came flying in the air, showering a certain [Name] with its content.
"WOOT!!" he screamed "Did ya see that, [Name]? Second touch down today!! AWESOME!!"
"Yeah, Alfie." you replied in an annoyed tone, picking the popcorn from your [hair colour] hair. "Can you be careful, next time?" you added, popping some of the buttery goodness in your mouth and crushing it with a solid "crunch".
"I was: that's why you don't have chicken wings instead."
You sighed, but you let out a small laugh, while the green-eyed blonde next to you grumbled some insults to the American under his breath; he had been the victim of that one the year before.
"Chillax, bro! We're watching football here!" said Alfred, amicably punching his older brother's shoulder since you were leaning your elbows on your thighs, your back arc
EnglandxReader Only Atendee“Is anyone even going to come to this party?” (Name) asked herself, her birthday just had to fall on the same day that Alfred was throwing one of his ‘Awesome’ bashes.EnglandxReader Only Atendee2 years ago in Romance More Like This
She had handed invites out to the people that she really wanted to come, but they had all turned her down to go to Alfred’s party. She had said that she didn’t care either way…but it had hurt. And even with her bravery of handing invitations out she still couldn’t bring herself to give an invitation to Arthur, her long time crush who had never even looked at her. She bit her lip as she set out the few h’orderves that she had made
out on a table with a plain (color) plastic table-cloth.
She bit her lip, this would be sad if no one came to her party…she sat down on her couch with a plastic cup full of (favorite soda) and waited…and waited.
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Arthur stared at the invitation he’d found on the ground at school. It was addressed to some
Shakespearean Quotations (EnglandXReader)Browsing the books on the library shelves, words and couplets and sonnets swirling around your mind as your brain tried to make sense of the required reading. As a freshman in college aiming to become a biologist, being forced to take a semester of Shakespeare of all things seemed like a complete waste of your valuable time. It also didn’t help that nothing made an ounce of sense to you.Shakespearean Quotations (EnglandXReader)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Your eyes fell upon a collection of nicer-quality paperbacks nestled amongst the thick hard covers, bright colors and bold titles identifying them as some of Shakespeare’s more popular works. Upon closer inspection you realized that they weren’t necessarily books at all, but manga volumes.
This was the perfect solution! You would still be reading the actual plays, but the drawings would put them into context and all of your problems would be solved! You withdrew Romeo and Juliet, the play you were supposed to read this week, and began to walk away, but an accented voiced stoppe
EnglandxReader - Fears and MemoriesEnglandxReader - Fears and Memories2 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
Party Stain - England X ReaderParty Stain - England X ReaderParty Stain - England X Reader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Why Arthur had even accepted the invitation to Alfred’s party was beyond him.
The music was deafeningly loud, his head pounded like it was being hit repeatedly by a sledgehammer, and currently he was being crushed between two fairly burly men as he tried to make his way off the dance floor.
He squirmed between them, trying to push them off, only to have them bump back with the beat of the offensively explicit music.
Instantly, he lost his footing and tumbled forward, hitting the floor roughly. He scrambled to get back up, dashing for an escape from the madness.
He wanted to leave. Now. And nothing was going to stop him. . .
Except knocking into someone considerably forcefully.
He was so focused on getting out that he wasn’t really paying attention, and when he turned the corner you collided, spilling soda everywhere and bumping heads violently.
Arthur palmed his forehead in pain, looking down at his clothes. His once white button-up shirt now
When You Were YoungWhen You Were Young2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You've known Arthur and Alfred ever since you were little. You guys would always play with each other till sun down, the step brothers were your best friends. You had promised each other that the three of you would always be best friends. You sealed the deal with a friendship ring for each of you.
You could still remember the day the Brit and American made to you. You still even kept the ring on a silver chain which you wore everyday. You missed the days when you were young. No care in the world, girls still had cooties and there was no such thing as heartbreak.
Thumbing the ring that hung on your neck, you've remember how things have changed between you and the boys. Once you hit high school Arthur became much more distant, much to your displeasure since you developed a crush on the Brit. Instead you became closer with Alfred, who seemed to have stuck to the promise.
"Hey babe." Alfred greeted kiss you square on the lips.
"Hey." You softly said looking away from your boyfriend.
Drunk!EnglandxReader: Did You Mean It?Drunk!EnglandxReader: Did You Mean It?2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Artie, It's been WAY too long since you last asked me out for a drink," You told your best friend, Arthur Kirkland.
"And that's precisely the reason I invited you here today!" He replied cheerily as the bartender pushed two glasses of beer your way. "Cheers!" Arthur exclaimed as he raised his glass into the air. You both lifted the mugs to your lips and took a swig of the beverage within. Swallowing, you sighed as you placed the glass back onto counter.
"How could it get any better than this?" You thought to yourself as you stared at Arthur. You would be lying if you said you didn't have any feelings for him, but you had never even HINTED them towards the beautiful Brit, in fear of rejection. He placed the mug back on the counter after slugging down a mouthful of beer. Turning to you, he smiled as he began to chat with you about the recent events in your mundane, everyday life. It went on like this for hours, talking about this, and that. You barely sipped on your drink that night.
Stay in Bed Mornings EnglandxReader He was late coming home, again. He had even texted you telling you he was about to leave over three hours ago, and then he had texted you back ten minutes later apologizing for the tardiness he knew was going to come. Arthur's boss had been doing this more and more frequently it seemed, you were beginning to let yourself think you never even got to see him for more than an hour at a time, and that alone could hurt even the closest of marriages.Stay in Bed Mornings EnglandxReader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You sighed, shaking your head and letting some strands of your (h/c) hair fall in front of your face, resting your palms on the cool surface of the mattress. You had stayed up waiting for him every single night this week and it was taking a toll on you. Perhaps you would just lay down for a quick nap, shut your eyes for just a moment to regain just an hour of the sleep you had lost this previous week.
Slowly you lowered your body down, relishing the way the mattress seemed to hug your body close to it, enveloping you as the comforter
EnglandxReader: Accidentally in love.WARNING!! It has bad words!! and Alfred gets a bit happy D:EnglandxReader: Accidentally in love.2 years ago in Romance More Like This
I don't know what's happening but...every time she is near, every time she talks, every time she laughs, every time she smiles, every little thing (Name) does. How can I explain it? It doesn't make me mad... Or sad or... Agh. I don't know! It just-! Drive me insane... Oh God. Love? No. It can't be!
"What's the problem Arthur?" I heard, snapping me out of those thoughts (Name) said turning back at me. With her beautiful (e/c) orbs...and... Those yummy lips...CALM YOURSELF KIRKLAND WHAT ARE YOU THINKING?! I mentally slapped myself.
"What’s the problem? Oh nothing love! Nothing!" I smiled to her, the problem? Well, I don't know. Maybe I'm in love? AAAGH. I can't stop thinking about it!!!! Oh give me a sign!
"Well... Alright... It's just that suddenly you stood there not even breathing! Anyways if something is bothering you, you can trust in me!" She smiled to me before hugging me. How can possibly someone
EnglandxReader - Accidental ConfessionsEnglandxReader - Accidental Confessions2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Alfred looks at his reflection in the mirror, frowning. At least, it looks like Alfred. The thing is, Alfred isnt who he seems to be. In fact, the words that next leave his mouth are proof of that.
Oh, bloody hell he mutters, running a hand through his sandy blonde hair.
Yep. Its Arthur. In Alfreds body.
Stupid spell! I thought it would work! Alfred or, rather, Arthur says. The situation seems quite comical, as Alfreds voice also came with his body, so, of course, it sounds like Alfred trying to do a British accent.
A few minutes ago, Arthur was trying to do a spell to curse Alfred after well, details shall not be mentioned about the reason of the curse, only that Alfreds pranks have all become too much for his brother
The only problem was that the spell backfired a little. Okay, a lot. Now, Arthur is staring into the Americans blue eyes instead of his own. Well, maybe he could say they&
Tired EnglandxReader He was tired. He was tired of pain, suffering, heartbreak, hate. He was tired of the simple human instinct to wage war, and he was tired of war itself.Tired EnglandxReader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
He fumbled with his keys, taking them out of his pocket and finally managing to slide them into the lock of his door, trying not to let the fatigue of the day show on his face. He tried to push it all aside. Push aside that annoying American’s words, the perverted Frenchman’s advances and actions, and he tried to completely forget about the official documents he had been forced to bring home that currently resided in his briefcase.
A tired sigh left Arthur Kirkland’s lips as he pushed open the door to his flat. Immediately, he let his briefcase drop so his fingers, calloused from over the years, could press into his temples, rubbing small circles into the skin in an attempt to soothe the headache he feared was approaching. He tried to be gentle in his shutting of his front door, not really wanting any loud