Teacher!England x Student!Reader - Hickey“Hey, Art,” said Alfred, filling a Styrofoam cup with the cheap coffee for which the teacher’s lounge was infamous. “How ya doin’? Heard you weren’t feelin’ well this weekend.”
“Fine, actually,” the blond English teacher replied, lounging with his feet on one chair and his head resting tiredly on the back of another one. “Mostly tired.”
“Second period students wipe ya out?”
“Yes. The worst. Just holding out for the last period of the day, at this point.”
“I feel ya.” Alfred came over and yanked the chair out from under Arthur’s feet, spun it around and straddled the back of it, muscling through a drink of the acidic coffee. Arthur let off a disgruntled sigh and sat straight. “Tea again, I see.”
“Coffee again, I see,” Arthur mocked, taking a sip of his own drink.
“I can’t understand why you drink that stuff.”
“Me? You do
Teacher!England x Student!Reader - SickYou woke up because Mr. Kirkland never snored, but this morning, he was. His chest rose and fell with effort underneath you, and he tossed his head in his sleep. It wasn’t long before he woke himself up, coughing a couple times. You slid off to let him sit up and he did, body wracked by a fit of coughs. “Augh…shit…”Teacher!England x Student!Reader - Sick3 years ago in Romance More Like This
“You okay, babe?”
He breathed through his mouth, staring at you a bit dazedly for a moment. “Yes, I think I’b—I’m fine.” He cleared his throat, sniffing.
“No you’re not, babe. You’re sick.” You stroked his face, gave his cheek a tender kiss, and casually felt his forehead. “You don’t have any noticeable fever. Likely just a cold, I don’t think you have to worry.”
He groaned, slumping against the headboard. His cheeks were a little bit flushed. “I’m not sick,” he said. “I’m definitely not sick. What time is it? I’m hung
Teacher!England x Reader - Unexcused AbsenceThe wind was being very mean to the thin-limbed trees battering the windows of the home of one Mr. Arthur Kirkland. You pulled your hoodie sleeves up to your knuckles, with a firm hold on a small brass key. The place was quiet so that the creaking of the door hinges stuck fast in your mind. There was one sole lamp light, coming from the living room just around the corner. As you toed off your shoes, a fluster of coughing broke the stillness. You heard a groan and a creak of leather and tiptoed quietly into the room, against the wall and so out of sight of the coughing man in the recliner.Teacher!England x Reader - Unexcused Absence2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"H-hhaa--tsch! Ugh, god..."
"AAH!" He flinched violently, a box of tissues tumbling from his lap. "Wh--what are you doing here!"
"Um, I'm your girlfriend?" You picked up the box and placed it daintily on the table beside him, and ruffled his knotty blond hair. "Poor baby. The sub said you were out sick. Why didn't you tell me?"
"I-I sort of fell asleep," he rasped, "after phoning for a subst
Teacher!America x Student!Reader - Dresscode (ch2)You'd been distracted all day from first period on. Mr. Braginski had almost written you up for being so spacey.Teacher!America x Student!Reader - Dresscode (ch2)3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
And now it was lunch and your heart was hammering and you could hear it in your ears and your stomach fluttered, the sensation almost overwhelming enough to trip you on your way to Mr. Jones's room. You clutched a hand to your stomach upon entering the hallway, hesitating at the closet door. When he'd said to meet him "here" did he mean the closet or the classroom?
You got your answer when Mr. Jones stepped out to close the classroom door. He saw you and smiled, nodding his head toward the room in invitation. You smiled back shyly, entering with a shaky breath. "H-hi."
"You're late," he teased, walking over to his desk and writing something in Sharpie on a piece of binder paper. "This is becoming habit. Do you like keeping me waiting?"
Heart, shut up, you can't hear the teacher. "I'm sorry I was finishing a chem test in Braginski's class."
"Ooh. Gotcha." He winked up at
Teacher!America x Student!Reader - HeroFebruary 14th brought as much pink-and-red heart balloons and hallway make-outs as you had expected, and first period hadn’t even started yet. The hallways were decorated for the Valentine’s Day dance, and you just stood outside Mr. Jones’s door, books clutched to your chest, blushing at the thought of who your Valentine was this year.Teacher!America x Student!Reader - Hero3 years ago in Romance More Like This
The two of you had had a cute, secretive relationship for a few weeks now, and gone on very discreet dates. You wondered if he had anything planned for today, but considering it was a school night, that was probably a no. Just in case, however, something happened during school, you had dressed nice; and by nice, I mean a nice, red, half-to-the-knees skirt and white half-calf boots. A white, fluffy long-sleeved sweater with a scooping neckline showed off only the straps of your red tank top.
You were still very anxious to see him, and waited impatiently outside of your US History class with your fellow classmates.
Teacher!America x Student!Reader - DresscodeQuick, get dressed! Gosh dangwhere were all your clothes?Teacher!America x Student!Reader - Dresscode3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You tried to recall the last time you ran a wash. More than a week ago. That explained it.
Now you scraped the back of your dresser drawers for something that didn't break the dress code. "Arugh!" The minutes on that clock were changing far too fast. Well you had to wear something. You tugged on a really tight pair of jeans, which felt a little like a push-up bra for your butt at the moment. Shoving your feet into a pair of tennis shoes, you donned a very lacy, tight camisole with thin straps. Over that, you wore a cute graphic tee you hardly ever got to wear, because it was an off-the-shoulder scoop neck, a detail you hadn't noticed when you bought it on clearance.
You brushed your hair quickly, muttering a curse as you checked the clock again, and grabbed your school supplies, leaving the house without breakfast.
Your heart sped and you blushed as you halted your brisk-walk in front of the blue door to your fir
Teacher!England x Reader: My Generation"Well done everybody, that was brilliant!" Prof Kirkland announced. Mr Kirkland was your English professor and the object of %70 of the schools female population. Including yours. Possibly some of the boys as well.Teacher!England x Reader: My Generation2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Today was the fist day of your Sixth-form play, you'd been helping out back stage with about five other students and the Professor himself.
The play was over for the night and Mr Kirkland was giving out one of many pep-talks.
"Remember that without us, there would be no show. So I'll see you all tomorrow! I assume you all have a lift to get home."
A chorus of yeahs, excluding your own. Everyone proceeded to gather their things and leave.
You were relieved to be going home really, it had been a long day, now all you had to do was walk home and fall into bed. You'd only just made it to the building exit when you heard someone calling after you.
Sexual Tension: England x ReaderWARNING: I swear in this. Get over it, the whole world swears all the time. As I once made an Italian say, “Swearing is good for the soul.”Sexual Tension: England x Reader3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
“I take that as a compliment, stuck up bastard!”
“At least I’m civilized, arse!”
“Well, your language begs to differ!”
“Guys, guys, calm down and listen to the hero’s awesome plan!” America interrupted you and England’s bickering.
But both of you turned to him in a rage and yelled, “FAT ASS!” which effectively sent him away to sulk.
I guess all of you must have been pretty boring, and with you taking care of fighting with England, France was dozing off before you screamed. He groggily opened his eyes, calling out, “I disagree with all of you.”
“SHUT IT, FROG!” you and England yelled again, onl
His First Name Is Coach [Prussia x Reader]Your legs moved monotonously as you got into a rut of thinking about ways you could escape this torture; the freezing air and the repetitive chk, chk, chk of your tennis shoes on the gravel track. The coach called your name, stirring you from your thoughts and reminding you how tired your legs were. You groaned, jogging lazily and glaring at coach Beilschmidt, who smirked with his pointed teath, and red eyes under his white-blond fringe of hair. He looked positively demonic. And he was so young. You tended to think “vampire” when you saw him. “Yes, coach?”His First Name Is Coach [Prussia x Reader]3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He leaned back on the bleachers, checking his stopwatch and then clipboard. “Pick up the pace, you’ve still got three laps to go and only four minutes left in this period.”
“Three!” you cried, looking away miserably as you picked up your feet at a faster pace. Coach B was notorious for his ridiculously tough grading policy. This was P.E. for crying out loud, no one takes th
Teacher!England x Student!Reader: Not GoodTeacher!England x Student!Reader: Not Good3 years ago in Romance More Like This
WARNING: This is a bit mature, and a few dirty things are definitely implied. Just warning you, in case you're sqeamish, but there are NO descriptive scenes.
He's your English teacher.
You know quite well that you shouldn't have this massive crush on him; for once, he is twenty-four, and you're seventeen. That alone should clue you in that this is hella wrong. However, you can't help your feelings or the way your heart speeds up when you see him.
"(Name)," he says gently, becoming quite aware that you weren't completely in the room with the rest of the class. Your mind is somewhere else, daydreaming about what it'd be like if he actually noticed you as a woman and not just a simple student. "(Name), pay attention."
"Oh, I'm sorry," you spoke, your cheeks turning red.
He smiles and shakes his head. "All right, class, I'd like you to summarize last night's chapters for me."
Many of the hands shoot up, mostly from girls.
English is your last class of the day, so w
Teacher!AmericaXStudent!Reader- Extra Credit I yawned, laying my head down on the desk in my American History class. The teacher, Mr.Jones, was currently going on about the Revolutionary War, which seemed to always be hard for him when Mr.Kirkland was near by.Teacher!AmericaXStudent!Reader- Extra Credit3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Dude, _________, like, head up!" Mr.Jones laughed, tapping the back of my head. My head shot up, well, at least he was nice about it.
"_________, would you like, see me after class? I needa talk to ya!"
"Y-yes sir." I nodded, folding my hands in my lap. He was a young teacher, and a lot of female students, and some male student as well, thought he was hot. Don't get me wrong, he was freakin' adorable, but...he was a teacher!
"So, _________, do you know why I asked you to stay?"
"Well, like, your grades are totally sucking dude!" He threw his arms up, showing me a folder of my last several tests. "You went from being like, my best student, to my very worst! Why? What happened?"
I'm NOT Fat! [England x Pregnant!Reader] I'm NOT Fat!I'm NOT Fat! [England x Pregnant!Reader]2 years ago in Romance More Like This
[England x Pregnant!Reader]
Anyone in their right state of mind would notice that Arthur was distracted. They were arguing as always, yet the Brit wasn't saying a word. He wasn't yelling at Alfred for his idiotic ideas, he wasn't succumbing to the need to strangle the French man next to him, and his attention wasn't even drawn to Ludwig when he took control of the meeting. Another average World Summit meeting, but without Arthur prolonging activities, they actually accomplished a few things.
"England!" America yelled at the top of his booming voice.
The country spoken to looked over to the younger nation in slight confusion and anger at his thoughts being interrupted.
"What's wrong, dude? You've been quiet all day." He asked, worry lacing his usually chaotic voice.
"'e 'asn't even tried to strangle me."
Dirty Things~EnglandxReader"Hehee.."Dirty Things~EnglandxReader3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Stop...all of you!"
"What if (your name) doesn't..."
"THAT'S ENOUGH YOU WANKERS!"
England, was preparing something special for you, on account it had been a full year since you two became friends. He invited you over for tea, and you were going to be over in almost an hour. Now, before this, some of his magical friends came by and decided to visit him. So far, things weren't working out.
Arthur began to pout before setting a tea bag into the pot he was using. He set up two cups on a nice try with little scones and biscuits. He smiled thinking of you enjoying them. He rememberd the day he first met you. The day you asked him for some paper at the world meeting. You got into a conversation after he asked; "Why? Nothing's important about meetings anyway." and became good friends after that. You were able to get along with Sealand better then he could, even America noticed how much you two spent together. Most countires wou
~Up she goes~ *Husband!England X Wife!Reader*~Up she goes~~Up she goes~ *Husband!England X Wife!Reader*2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
'Sequel to 'White Christmas' - Husband!England X Wife!Reader from 'All I want for Christmas' series'
'Up she goes,up,up,/I want to reach her,but it's hard/She's being like the best of me/She's reaching for eternity/I guess that's why I can't reach her/Because she's growing and I can't soar.'.
The female brushed her (h/c) hair with small movements,the action itself soothening her.Of course it was quite hard to hide such a thing - in a way,she felt egoistical to keep it just for herself and Arthur - but her major fear was how his family was to react.
Sighing inwardly,the female placed the hairbrush onto the small wooden table in front of the mirror,glacing once more at her reflection - she had grown unnecessarly tired and her belly proeminent,anouncing she had to speak up already.
Seeing his wife lost into her thoughts,the Brit enveloped her into a warm hug,placing his hand against her baby bump - small,but still there.
"I don't know how am I supposed to go
Not letting you get taken away (EnglandXReader)Huffing slightly, you arrived at the university your boyfriend attended, an important book of his clutched to your chest. You’d texted him the moment you’d spotted he’d left the manual for his English literary course behind, so he knew you were coming with it for him.Not letting you get taken away (EnglandXReader)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
One of your hands wiping away the sweat from your forehead, you straightened up and cracked your back. As your morning lecture had been cancelled, you were still in your pyjamas when Arthur started freaking out about needing his book.
So being the kind and compassionate girlfriend you were, you’d thrown on the closest clothes to hand, slipping some easy shoes on and ran towards his university like a bat out of hell.
“Ar-Arthur....” you muttered as you awkwardly made your way on campus. He went to a different university to you, so the whole place was alien to you. Turning your head this was and that, your lip started trembling as you became more desperate.
The strange looks from the othe
England X Reader: Sleepy Time With EnglandEngland X Reader: Sleepy Time With England3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"England . So um Will you do it?"
"Ah for you? You're asking me to count sheep man .
Why would I have to do something like that?"
For the past few nights it's been rather hard to sleep. It's not
like you tried to stay up or that you didn't like sleeping. It was
just that you couldn't sleep till the next morning. Tonight when you
saw England, you noticed how nice the sound of his voice was Maybe he
could help you. So right now, you were asking him straight forward.
You didn't really care for his answer but you wanted his help a lot! He
was just about to walk back into his house a few blocks past yours.
"Well I heard counting sheep helps. I've tried it myself but
it doesn't seem all that effective." You said with a smile,
clasping your hands together.
"Yes, I know counting sheep is something you do when you
can't sleep. What I meant was why do I have to count sheep for you "
Suddenly your eyes started to get all watery. You put a hand over
Kiss the GirlKiss the Girl2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You were sitting in the quad of your boarding school. It was a beautiful spring day, very late in the afternoon to be precise, the birds in the surrounding trees chirped a merry tune. The sun was high in the sky and fluffy white clouds painted the light blue sky. The marching band was practicing in the distant, the woodwinds play their beautiful tunes. The strings played alongside them harmonically.
The choir had also taken up residence in the quad their precious medleys blurring together in pure elegance. You smiled to yourself as you sat in the shade under a large tree, contently reading your favourite book. School is over for the week and you had the weekend to enjoy yourself.
Little did you know not to far away in the crowded quad, a handsome young gentleman had been starring at you for the past five minutes.
"Arthur! Dude!" Alfred called snapping his fingers in front of his friend. He has been starring at a g
Jealous!EnglandXReaderXNeko!France"Aww, aren't you just the cutest thing?"Jealous!EnglandXReaderXNeko!France3 years ago in Humor More Like This
Arthur Kirkland watched you snuggle with the cat, green eyes narrowed. He could see why'd you dubbed it as FranceCat; after all, that cat was a fluff ball, just like Francis's "sexy" hair and, also very much like France, this cat seemed more than happy to cuddle near some.....Intimate areas.
To anyone else, it would have been rather amusing to see the Brit's face turn bright red as glowered at the smug, fluffy cat. Arthur, however, was less than amused. "You really are cute!" You cooed, scratching the cat's ears and ignoring your boyfriend's silent hissy fit. "Why don't you sleep with me tonight?"
Arthur's eye twitched. That was it. This cat could mock him, even hog his girlfriend on a day Arthur planned to spend with you, but to take his place in your bed, the one place he had to look forward to at this point?
That. Bloody. Cat's. Gone. Too. Far.
The cat had to go, Arthur knew that much. He then had an idea. "____?" He ad
Bad Love Advice- EnglandxReaderBad Love Advice- EnglandxReader3 years ago in Romance More Like This
((A/N: Damn, I barely made the deadline on this one! DX I need to speed up my writing skills…))
Arthur sighed as he watched you have fun with some of your friends. You were perfect in his eyes, with your (h/l)(h/c) hair that looked very soft, your (s/c) complexion which seemed to glow in the sun, and last but not least, your beautiful (e/c) eyes that always sparkled with happiness. Once again he sighed. He wished so badly to ask you out, but he just didn't have the guts to do so. You probably wouldn't like him that way anyway. You'd most likely go after someone like Alfred or Francis, heck, maybe even Ivan! The saddest part was, tomorrow was Valentines Day. If Arthur didn't ask you out now, you would most likely get asked out by someone else.
“Ohhonhonhon~ Who are you staring at, Arthur?” A French voice asked him, snapping him out of his thoughts.
Arthur turned to the annoying Frenchman,
England X Pregnant! Reader- Our Little OneEngland X Pregnant! Reader- Our Little One3 years ago in Settings More Like This
"W-What?" you stammered as you looked down at the white, plastic stick in your hand. Two pink lines, which meant only one thing... pregnant. Your hands flew up to your mouth and tears began to fall from your eyes. It wasn't that you were upset. In fact, you were ecstatic. You were carrying your beloved Arthur's baby in your womb.
You and Arthur had been married for about two years now. He was truly the one for you and you the one for him. He cared about you more than anything in the world and you the same. You dated for about a year and a half before he proposed to you. Of course you agreed and the two of you were soon wed after that.
However, what stumped you at the moment was how this had happened? Then it hit you. About three weeks ago you had shared a tender moment of intimacy with Arthur. He had been stressed from work that evening and you managed to relax him a bit with a massage. The two of you had headed up to your bedroom. You were about to put on your pajamas when you felt Ar
Spin the Bottle (England x reader)“But I don’t want to” Kiku said trying to flee. Yao and Alfred caught hold of him and set him in front of the bottle.Spin the Bottle (England x reader)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
He looked back at Yao “but what if…” He rather jerked his head in the direction of his crush (random female name).
(Me: you put your name there didn’t you? You; what? me? No! Me: Yes, you did admit it! You: I admit nothing! Me: ahh so you did put your name there! You: …yes… Me: I knew it I knew it! You: can we get back to the story? Me: huh? You’ve been reading all this? Man, I have some faithful readers)
“Too bad” Alfred said impatiently just spin the stupid thing Kiku gave up and spun the ‘stupid thing.’ Unfortunately, it pointed toward Yao who was hovering over his shoulder.
Kiku turned and stared at him for a second “I don’t want to kiss him!” almost everyone in the circle face-palmed.
“No, no” Alfred said pinching the bridge of his nose “you
Teacher!Prussia x Student!ReaderWarning: I swear. A lot. More than I should. But not as much as Romano, which is where I draw the line. It's good to have boundaries, right?Teacher!Prussia x Student!Reader3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
School sucks. Everyone knows that, right? But there's always that one class. There's always that one class where you find yourself actually enjoying yourself and learning something interesting. For you, that class was history. History with Mr. Beilschmidt. The albino man always found some tidbit to make the class laugh. His lessons were exciting, and he wasn't as uptight and stuffy as your other teachers. He was the type to sit up on his desk, legs crossed casually, and engage the whole damn class in a deep meaningful discussion, where you'd actually learn more than you ever would from a musty old textbook. And there was no denying that he was hotter than hellfire itself.
There was only one issue. Mr. Beilschmidt's ego was bigger than the freaking moon. So you and your fellow classmates took on the responsibility of knocking him down a few pegs. Y
England x Reader - The Pirate ActEngland x Reader - The Pirate Act3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Jeez, Britain! How come you're so lame nowadays, dude?"
'Lame? I was the person who raised you, you bloody git! Show some respect!'
"Ohonhonhon~ I agree with America, ma chérie! You're quite a softie now, non?"
'Why you bloody frog!'
Comments like these filled the meeting room, where the World Conference was supposed to be held; but of course, a meeting with the various countries practically spelled out 'trouble.' In every meeting, at least some sort of chaos ensued.
Today's topic? England's apparent 'weakness' and 'lameness.'
If it weren't for him being a gentleman, he would've immediately belted out every snappy thought that crossed his mind as comments about him were made; actually, he would've, gentleman or not. But, he had promised _____ to not get into any trouble, and he intended to keep that promise.
Though, that was proving rather hard at the moment.
As America and France teased him about
Sex talk (France X Reader X Greece)You poked at the sleeping brunette softly watching his back rise and fall slowly. His head lay on his arms blissfully a small smile tugging on his lips as he was dreaming.Sex talk (France X Reader X Greece)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
“Come on Greece get up.” You whined softly. A familiar laughter rang through your ears as you turned around to see your favorite frenchie.
“Bonjour, ma Cherie.” He smiled pulling you in for a hug.
“Hey Francis.” You smiled hugging him back quickly. France looked at Greece and laughed softly.
“Asleep again?” You nodded.
“I know right. Why is he always so tired?” Suddenly Hercules’ snore was interrupted as he raised his head up looking up at the two hazy figures. One had (h/c) hair and the other was blonde. Blinking softly he noticed it was you and France.
“Oh…hey…” he yawned.
“Come on Greece it’s time to go.” You said pulling on his arm. He nodded and rubbed his eye softly.
“Alright.” At that he go
Swing [France x Reader]"Bonjour, Mademoiselle," sang a calm voice behind you, snapping you out of your daydream. You startled, holding onto the swing's chains as you turned to look behind you.Swing [France x Reader]3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Ah, it is you!" said the tall, blond man. "You are so beautiful today. I mistook you for an angel."
You blushed despite yourself. "Oh. Um. Thank you."
"Je t'en prie, tu es tres jolie." He gently uncurled your fingers from the chain and brought your hand to his lips for a lingering kiss, his liquid blue eyes fixed on yours the entire time. His long golden locks danced with a sudden gust of wind, the cold of which brought you a sudden shiver. "Allow me," he said, shedding his grey sweat shirt and draping it over your shoulders.
"You won't be cold?"
"Pas de tout!" he assured. Looking ahead of you, he grabbed hold of the swing chains just above where your hands were, and pulled you back a few feet before letting go. You canted back and forth slowly, coming back to his warmth after each swing. "Tell me, why are