Old, New Valentines. EnglandXReader
Old, New Valentines.
The sunlight was seeping through the curtains like piercing beams of light, Sign that it was time to get up and start a brand new day.
But not only the sun woke you, Sudden clanking and cussing was heard loudly from downstairs.
In the Kitchen.
"Arthur...?" You said as you turned over, expecting to see your husband laying next room you in bed.
You we're only welcomed by the coldness of a half made bed.
You stood up from the bed with a frown. "Where on earth..." you said before a loud growl was heard.
"Agh you bloody-!"
No old man like him would be that angry in the morning by himself.
You sighed thirdly before waking to your dressing table to retrieve your nightgown before walking out the door and down the stairs.
"Arthur dear... What's going on?" You asked drowsy, missing the warmth of your bed already as you approached the kitchen slowly as you walked down the stairs.
"___!" Arthur gasped. "What
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But for the last few days, there's been something... Something unsettling _____. Something making her.. Act different. Even though she denied it, she was always looking at the girls that even dared to steal a glance at Arthur with a sad look. She always thought about how pretty the other girls were and how skinn
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You stood beside the entrance to the _____ amusement park, your friend Lily set you up for a blind date and you were suppose to meet him here when the park opened. It was a hot and dry so you were wearing jean shorts, a patterned tank top, and a pair of toms. You were considering canceling the whole thing, you haven't gone out on a date since you broke up with your ex because you didn't want to put out . Plus you didn't even know the guy, well according to lily you guys did know each other but you never really talked. There were two reasons you stayed, the first one being you we're curious to see who it was, and the second one was you just didn't want to be rude. You stood there fidgeting and pulling on your shirt as you waited for him.
Meanwhile in the parking lot,
"Don't make me drag you out" Lily said turning to look at Arthur from the front seat "You are being ungentlemanly and making her wait."
"You told me we were going to a tea shop not an amusement p
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((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,
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"How have you been, love~?" England’s voice rang through [Name]’s head, causing her to briefly shut her eyes. He asked [Name] everyday how she was feeling, almost every time he saw her. Quite frankly, it was beginning to annoy her.
Ignoring his presence, she began to walk home. The meeting today had been especially difficult to sit through; all she wanted now was to sit down on her couch and watch some mindless TV, anything to calm her stressed mind and pounding headache.
"I’m fine, England." [Name] replied casually, not giving him the satisfaction of a more elaborate answer. His smile didn’t fade; Instead he continued to ask her his daily questions.
"What are you doing now, love?"
"Not seeing that frog Francis, right?"
"Or that bloody git Alfred?"
"Your house is here, right?"
Stunned, [Name] turned to face him. She was hoping that if she kept walking past her house, he would eventually get bored with her endless wand
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England X Reader: Happy Valentines Day, My Love
Happy Valentines Day everybody! O7O *gives you a rose* For my darling, Reader~ ^//.//^
Anyway~ I thought of making a quick story for you guys because it’s Valentines Day~ *waves arms* the day of love~ >7<
Today was Valentine’s Day...They day or love...The day or happiness…The day for loved ones.
Too bad you had no one on this day, so you kind of felt down. You had your friends but they were out with their boyfriends and girlfriends, so they couldn’t see you. But you had to work anyway at the café. You just served cake and tea, because that was the ‘valentine’s day special.’
“Thanks, come again~! Have a good day~” You waved the guests away and smiles, and then you sighed when they left. “So pooped~” You said to yourself, because your early morning shift 9:00AM. You turned and cleaned up the table, then put the plates in the kitchen. You
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“God, Mum,” groaned the annoyed voice of a certain bushy-browed Brit. “Why are you so worried about this? What’s the worst that could happen?” Slipping a clean shirt over his head, he feverishly felt around for his specially darkened shades, somewhere on his desk. Finally feeling the cool plastic, he quickly snatched them up and covered those so very sensitive orbs.
“Well, let’s see,” His mother said monotonously. “You could fall and hurt yourself, you could get lost, you could be jumped and beaten, not to mention-”
“Always on the positive, aren’t you Ma?” He muttered, mostly to himself. But seriously, as pessimistic as he was, even Arthur himself was sure that he could survive at least one day of public high school.
Yep; as a form of ‘freedom’ from his so called ‘self-isolation,’ a local therapist suggested attending his
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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
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“Yes?” You smiled at Arthur.
“I love you.”
“I love you too Arthur.” You beamed at him, his lips drifting lightly across yours.
Arthur bit back tears. He had tried to stop the memories that overwhelmed him, but they just kept coming.
You twirled through the field, your white dress flowing out about you. You looked so happy.
Arthur chased after you, laughing.
“You can’t catch me!” you teased.
“Want to bet love?”
Arthur caught up to you and tackled you, pinning you under him. You laughed in pure delight. He picked a small flower and threaded it in your hair, wishing the moment would never end.
Arthur walked slowly over the dead autumn leaves, coming up on a low black gate. The wild flowers he carried rustled as he pushed through.
“It’s like a fairy tale.”
“What is, love?”
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"Thanks for inviting me Iggybrows." You said as you walked inside of your best friend England's house. He had called you earlier to invite you for tea and scones.
God you hoped that he hadn't made those scones,last time you tried his cooking you had to get your stomach pumped. England was your best friend but you had to admit that he was a horrible cook, not that you would ever tell him that of course. You would be the last person on Earth to hurt his feelings.
"You're quite welcome." England said as he closed the door behind you. You heard a high pitched screeching noise, you assumed that it was the kettle. "Oh that's the kettle, I will be back in a moment love. Just sit on the couch until I come back." He said, hurrying into the kitchen.
You did as he said and sat down, waiting for him to return. Soon enough he did. "Come with me to the table love, we can drink our tea there." He said as he held out his hand for you to take. "O-okay." You blushed as you grabbed his hand. When you two
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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
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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,
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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
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"Come on, (name)." You turned and saw your brother, Prussia, running up the stairs to a big house, well more like mansion; it seems being a country had its perks, the house he shared with Germany and Austria, as you were told by your best friend Hungary. "Zis is our home. Follow me und I'll take you to your room."
You nodded and grabbed your bags and followed the white hair of your brother, leaving the blonde haired blue eyes of your other brother behind by the taxi getting the rest of his own bags. Inside looked even bigger than it did outside.
It seemed more like a hotel then a home if anything. As soon as you walked in you saw stairs that led upstairs and from there a hall way that went to either side of the house. Prussia was standing at the top of the stairs, looking down at you expectantly. You followed him and he took you down the hall to the left.
"Exactly how many rooms do you have here?" You asked.
"A lot. Leave it at zat, schwester." Prussia said and grinned.
He stopped a li
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[England x Reader]
Nothing was going right for you today.
You know those days where nothing seems to go good? And then at the end of the day you reflect on what happened and just have a little pity party for yourself. Well that's how you were feeling right now.
First, you had a fight with one of your good friends. She was mad at you about what? That's it. You didn't have a flying clue.
Then, you failed a test that you studied super hard for. Does that make any sense? Not to you.
As soon as you got home, you decided to have some relaxing time and then realized you lost your wallet. With money and stuff in there.
Apparently you did something so bad that even God hates you.
You were so frustrated you just wanted to bash your head into the wall. Though you doubted that would ease the throbbing headache you had. Just as you were about to scream in anger, you heard the doorbell ring. Oh...some stupid salesperson is gonna get it today...
"What now?!" you shouted, flinging the d
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Warning! Emotion!!! ALOT OF EMOTION!!!!
I start to think there really is no cure for depression, that happiness is an ongoing battle, and I wonder if it isn't one I'll have to fight for as long as I live. I wonder if it's worth it.
1. Sever despondency and dejection, accompanied by feelings of hopelessness ad inadequacy
2. A condition of mental disturbance, typically lack of energy and difficutly in maintaining concentration or interest of life.
Synonyms: Distress, Hopeless, Misery, Melancholy
Antonyms: Is there even antonyms when your lost? When your in misery? Crumbling and shattering into pieces? Is there?
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It was a droning, painful existence.
He, on the other hand, always flawlessly looked the part of the clearly wealthy gentleman, his clothing fine and
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'Meet me after school. Backstage. -Secret Admirer'
That was all the note said.
Now, when I had dreamed of getting a letter on Valentine's day, I had imagined it to be filled with kind words and beautiful expressions.
Not vague instructions.
I sighed and shoved the note in my bag then grabbed my books and shut my locker. Well, at least I had the whole day to figure out who had sent it. The thing was, I already had a few ideas.
FIRST PERIOD: ALGEBRA
I rushed in just as the bell rang and scooted into my seat next to one of my suspects, Alfred F. Jones. I know he had a thing for me at one point, but I really doubted that he was the sender. It would have been bigger and more outgoing if it was from him.
"Good Morning Al."
"Mornin' to you too, babe." I sighed and took out the homework
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Play with her hair when she’s laying on your chest
He couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have you in his life. He couldn’t believe how you would do anything to see him, anything for him; even if it meant going through hell and back. He doesn’t even understand why you go through what you so and do so much for him- just for him. There are days when he comes home from work and he literally looks for anything to start a fight in order to get rid of his work related stress, anger and aggravation; and you stand there and let him yell and scream at you knowing it’s not you he’s angry with, when these fights are said and done you smile and ask if he’d like any dinner you cooked. Of course it puzzles him greatly, how you could stand there and through it all and listen unfazed, and never attempt to fight or argue back.
In his own opinion you’re angel – his own angel. He doesn’t feel like he d
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You tap pointlessly at the buttons on the controller for the games console in your hand. The little character on screen jumps whenever you do, moving around as you instruct. He still didnt quite jump when he needed to, though, plummeting hundreds of feet into cloudy nothingness that rested at the bottom of the level before exploding with a horrible squeal and re-spawning at the last checkpoint. Clearly that wasnt cloudy nothingness. That was electrified cloudy nothingness. people were mean in creating ways for your character to die.
________, what on earth is it that youre supposed to be-
did you just shush me?
Shh! Arthur, youre making me lose concentration.
The Brit rolls his eyes, taking a seat next to you, God forbid Id ever do that. Looks like you need all the help you can get with this game.
You sigh in frustration as the little character dies aga
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The rain dripped down his face, but he couldn’t feel it in the dream. He just stared up at the heavens and watch the dream rain mingle with dream tears on his skin.
Your voice rang out, strong and beautiful.
Love, wake up.
He clenched his eyes shut, knowing all that awaited him was more pain. But England cracked open up one eye anyway, finding your shining (e/c) eyes staring down at him. “Honey, are you alright? You were almost yelling in your sleep.”
England moved and hugged you quickly, taking in your scent and feel. You hugged him back in surprise, rubbing his back soothingly. Tears ran down his cheeks, and he buried his face in the crook of your neck. The (h/c) locks tickled his nose, and he relished the feeling for as long as he could.
Your voice rang in his ears once more, and your im
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“Arthur! Arthur Stop it~! Hahaha Please!” Your beloved tickled you over and over again.
“Oh come now Love. You were the one that started this tickle war of yours” Arthur grinned as he had you pinned on the couch.
When he got home only minutes before, tried and over worked. All you wanted to do was make him smile. So you started a tickle war with the Englishmen and lost as her over powered you. He may not look strong with his thin pale body. But he was strong and now he was about to make you well aware of it.
“Arthur I started this because I wanted to make you smile” You said looking up to him. “And you are now.”
His smile was beautiful to you, something you wanted to see every day for as long as you lived. You leaned up to him and let your lips meet his. Every kiss Arthur ever gave you was everything you ever wanted. He r
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"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
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"Arthur! Let me in~" you whined. You heard a groan and footsteps approaching the door.
"Hello, _______________. What brings you here?" He asked, sounding slightly annoyed.
"It's Christmas eve, silly! I promised to spend it with you remember?"
He blushed. Was that really today?! "And I thought I told you don't bother." He said, not trying to be rude but doing so anyway. "I told you I don't do much for this holiday…"
You looked around his house. Boy, he wasn't kidding! You saw no sign of any kind of Christmas decorations. It was as if the holiday was non-existent in his house.
"You should be grateful I came!" You scolded. "Your house is so gloomy! Where are your decorations?"
Apparently, the words "I don't do much for this holiday" weren't registering in your head. "I haven't put them up, obviously."
"Because I'm just not in the Christmas spirit. I haven't been since…" He paused, an extremel