RQ: Child!England x Child!Reader - Gone
Whilst the summer breeze blew around him Arthur sat on the edge of the quiet road, his emerald eyes glistening with salty tears, small hands clasped together. His best friend, ________, was moving away. The two had been friends since practically birth, and were as thick as thieves. They were completely inseparable. Now, ________ was leaving him.
Her father had gotten an amazing job proposition in America, and he had jumped at the offer. Her family needed the money, since they weren't exactly rolling in money. Arthur on the other hand, was better off. He came from a wealthy family and had never needed to ask for anything, because of this his young mind couldn't contemplate why they had to move. He only knew that he would miss her, with all his heart and soul.
"Artie?" a soft voice called.
Arthur looked up and dashed away his tears. __________ stood before him, wearing a pretty, pink summer-dress. Her hair was tied into two plaits on each side of her head which bounced every time she too
Child!England x Child!Reader - Gone (Part 2)Child!England x Child!Reader - Gone (Part 2)3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
This story takes place during your (and Iggy's) University days. However, the two of you still haven't seen each other again since the day you left for America. At the beginning you are packing your bags to return to England, as you have been accepted into your favourite university in London (Imperial or UCL, for example).
(f/u) = favourite university in London
(m/n) = mother's name
(c/n) = course name
You plopped yourself onto the bed and glared at the state of your room. There were half-folded clothes everywhere; textbooks were flung about, shoes of all designs were hiding your wooden floor, and suitcases stood, wide-open. Your room looked as if it had been hit by 'Hurricane Sandy', and you were supposed to be leaving for England tomorrow.
You had been lucky enough to get accepted into (f/u).Your parents had pressured you during the times when you were taking GCSE's and A-levels. You had hated it then, you had enough stress
Child!England x Child!Reader - Gone (Part 3)Child!England x Child!Reader - Gone (Part 3)3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Oi, love. Watch where you're going!"
Finally, you looked up, and what you saw shook your world to the core.
"Arthur?" You queried.
"That's my name. Don't wear it out. Wait......__________? Is that you?"
You nodded, mouth agape.
"Shut the barn door, __________, you'll let the flies in." Artie quipped, he had obviously gotten over the initial shock faster than you had.
You snapped your mouth shut, feelings stung by his slightly sharp words. This wasn't the Artie you remembered. The Artie you knew was kind and sweet, forever by your side.
"Artie?" You questioned, dubious.
The dirty-blonde in front of you rolled his eyes condescendingly.
"I already bloody said it was me, didn't I?" He snapped.
You stepped back slightly, hurt by his snide tone.
"Um.." You mumbled, taking small steps backwards, "I think I have the wrong person, sorry."
You whipped around, meager tears forming in your (e/c) eyes. Choking back sobs you start
Tiny Problems -P1-(Child!England x Child!Reader)Tiny Problems -P1-(Child!England x Child!Reader)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Your friend Alfred had invited you over to come and hang out for a while. Despite the fact, you were nowhere near as hyperactive active and nowhere close to as cheerful as Alfred the two of you somehow got along. Sure, you both got along and enjoyed similar things but both of you did things that irked one another from time to time. Usually the two of you would be laughing together or hanging out and you would end up yelling at him the next, almost like an older sister. Nevertheless, for the same reason you often looked out for Alfred and unlike other Nations, you were always blunt with him.
Aside from that, you were also one of the few people that could get his little family to enjoy each other’s company. You were miraculously able to pull Matty out of his shell and make sure he never faded into the background. You were able to handle Alfred, keeping him mostly in check. Heck you were even able to get Arthur to join in some fun and stop acting so stuck up all the time. In some st
I Will WaitSummer had officially begun, and were you ever happy that it had. The day before you had just written your final exams for your classes for eleventh year. You wouldn't get the results until mid July, but at the present time it was the least of your worries.I Will Wait3 years ago in Romance More Like This
At the exact moment you were on your way to meet your childhood friend Arthur at the park. You've know the Brit ever since the two of you could talk, and you've been close ever since. You've been through various tribulations with him and you've been there for each other through it all.
When he called you earlier, he urgently stated that you needed to meet him at the park. Of course you were worried about why this meeting would be so urgent. Except at the same time you were glad he had asked you. It's your typical cliché, fairytale, Hollywood romance. You fell in love with the boy next door. Figuratively speaking of course. Saying you fell in love with your best friend is a more appropriate way of stating it though.
Either way you we
Tiny Problems -P2-(Child!England x Child!Reader)Tiny Problems -P2-(Child!England x Child!Reader)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Meanwhile as the two of you squabbled, Kumajirou’s sensitive ears picked up the noise in the far part of the house. The little polar bear perked it’s head just as Matty was about to finish setting up the chess for another game. “What’s wrong Kumajirou?” Matthew asked raising a brow of concern for his furry friend.
“I hear children…” the bear said as he promptly left the table and began walking an all fours towards the door and then down the hall. Poor Matthew looked so confused but simply shrugged and followed his pet. The two of them kept a steady pace with Kumajirou leading the way all the way towards the back end of the house where Alfred usually stored stuff and the offices were held so that he and Matty could work.
As they grew closer, Matthew could also hear the voices and they both sounded strangely familiar. Kumajirou finally stopped in front of an old door. Mathew could have sworn he never saw the door before in his life but beh
Good Guy, or Bad Guy? (England x Reader)Good Guy, or Bad Guy? (England x Reader)3 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: String of FateEngland x Reader: String of Fate3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Excuse me, _______ -san, but what are you rooking at?” a quiet 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 (h/c)
England x Reader Easter Special - Fluffy BunniesEngland x Reader Easter Special - Fluffy Bunnies3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Look Artie! Their so cute!" you squealed picking up the fluffy creature. Your boyfriend Arthur sighed and ran a hand through his blonde hair.
"I told you before not to call me that love." he grumbled.
"Aww! But it suits you!" you said giving him a peck on his now rosie cheek. You giggled at his flustered face and continued petting the small rabbit in your arms. The fluffy white animal nuzzled into your hand. Its thin whiskers tickling you (s/c) skin. You let out an "Aww~" and continued stroking the rabbit.
Arthur chuckled at you and handed you a carrot. You looked at him sceptically until you smiled and took the carrot. You sit down on the dirt and grass ground. Arthur simply stand beside you. He enjoys watching you smile. That was the entire reason he took you to this bunny farm today. He knows how much you love them.
You held up the bright orange vegetable to the rabbits mouth and watched it nibble. You were so lost in the cuteness, you didn't even realize more rabbits were coming t
England x reader- Friday Nights~Love is like a big present...England x reader- Friday Nights3 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.
England X Reader X America - I'm Sorry (Part 1)England X Reader X America - I'm Sorry (Part 1)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
You looked down at your watch, 6:30pm. Your boyfriend should be home soon. You sighed and fiddled with the remote. Your house was always so quiet and boring without Arthur. His boss had been making him work overtime and he had been a bit grumpy lately so you tried your hardest not to tick him off.
You stared up at the ceiling and puffed out your cheeks.
God there is always crap on T.V on Thursday nights. You looked down at your watch again, 6:34. You let out a frustrated sigh and nibbled at your finger nails. Maybe you should do something nice for him? Like cook him a nice romantic dinner! And then afterwards you could give him a naughty treat! You giggled at the thought as you pulled yourself off the couch and headed towards the kitchen .
You rubbed your chin in thought. What should you make him? He wasn’t that much of a picky eater, but you wanted to impress him. You rummaged deeper into your pantry until you found a sack of potatoes. “Uh-huh!” you thought ‘Ho
Depressed! America x Dead! Reader: Too LateHe sat on the porch step with his head in his hands, the man with the blue eyes. Those eyes, once full of enthusiasm and life had lost their spark. As he had lost his love. The man’s name was Alfred Jones, and a month ago you wouldn’t have been able to shut him up. These days you had to beg him to utter a word. He had lost his love, he had lost his _________.Depressed! America x Dead! Reader: Too Late3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
___________ had been his everything. On that fateful day Alfred had planned to propose, but it was not to be. His happiness, his love –hell, his LIFE – was stolen from him. All that was left was an immortal shell (for he could not die), the spirit inside had long since died out. As Alfred blinked back his tears he reminisced; it had been a beautiful, golden day...
The sun shone on ________’s hair, bouncing off it, seemingly creating a halo above her head. That depiction wasn’t too far off. Alfred was almost blinded by her beauty and soul, almost as if she was actually a
Kiss the GirlKiss the Girl3 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
Chibi!EnglandxChibi!Reader: Hair and AccentsChibi!EnglandxChibi!Reader: Hair and Accents3 years ago in Romance More Like This
“England!” you called out looking for your best friend. “England! France, have you seen him around anywhere?”
France gave a short ‘Ohonhon’ before saying, “You are looking for your lover?”
That comment turned your face red, “England is not my lover!”
“Ohonhon, how do you know I was taking about him?”
Your face went darker, half with anger and half with embarrassment, “Do you know where he is you frog eater?”
France flipped his golden locks, “Why would you want someone like him. He is so stuffy and unfashionable. I mean look at his hair, so short. Don’t you like my hair?” He moved his hair within your reach.
Grabbing a fistful you tugged, “Where is he?”
“Le~ow! Last time I saw him he was on that hill,” he pointed in the direction where England was.
You gave him a smile, “Thanks frenchy.” With that you let go of his hair and trotted off to find England
Holding On [Depressed!England x Dead!Reader]Holding On [Depressed!England x Dead!Reader]3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Holding onto you was difficult.
He didn't want to say it was impossible, because that might make him crack. He needed to hold onto everything about you, all the things that made you...you.
But as he mentioned before, there was some difficulty to the task. There were many things he loved about you, and didn't want to let them go just yet. Truth be told, he didn't want to ever let those memories go, but he knew that would never happen.
The whole situation was like trying to cup water in your hands. Placing your hands so they would sit nearly on top of each other, and pressing your fingers tight so there were no holes or leaks, yet the water still dripped on...it was only a matter of time before there was not a single drop left. Needless to say, attempting to hold water in your hands was virtually impossible.
Though instead of holding water, he was holding you. Memories of you to be more ex
England x Child!ReaderEngland x Child!Reader3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Come to France~" The man beckoned you.
"No, come to me. England." The other said.
I stared at both the men, not sure as to which one to pick. I looked at the long haired one known as 'France', sure he looked very nice but you had a bad feeling about him. Then I looked at the man with the bushy eyebrows, his smile was sincere and soft.
"Engwand." I said pointing to him, and then walking over to him. "What?! You chose him?!" The long haired man said, sounding quite upset. "I'm glad you chose me (Country name)." England said with a smile.
England picks me up and walks through a big field, leading up to a giant house, where he takes me inside and set me down. "This is your new home (country name), let me show you to the spare room." England said as he picked me up again. As he did so, I looked around in shock at all the pictures and old items on the walls and shelves. I was already starting to like the place.
England sets me down in a big room, it had a bed, closet, and a
Tiny Problems -P5-(Child!England x Child!Reader)Tiny Problems -P5-(Child!England x Child!Reader)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
All through the night, you kept thinking you heard something. You would wake up just enough to give a tired look around your new room before putting your head back down. Sometimes it was a gentle hum, other times you thought someone said your name nevertheless you heard something. Every single time though it turned out to be nothing. Your eyes would catch no glimpse of anything strange and you would sit up for a few seconds just to check if you heard anything. The only thing you heard in the silence of the night was Arthur’s snoring from the other room. Figuring it was just your imagination you would go back to sleep, unfortunately this waking issue happened at least six times last night.
Needless to say, when you woke up around 6 a.m. you simply stayed awake. Your tiny body felt tired and weighed down as you sat up in your bed. Tiny hands moved to rub your eyes as you tried to sweep away the sandman’s spell. Lifting up the covers you swung your legs over the side of the be
Tiny Problems -P4-(Child!England x Child!Reader)Tiny Problems -P4-(Child!England x Child!Reader)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Your tiny feet carried you closer to the entrance of the house. Compelled, you peaked your head around the corner as you tried to get a glimpse of who on earth Al brought home without being fully seen You weren’t exactly comfortable with everyone knowing your little dilemma. Unfortunately, with Al around it was very possible it could and probably would happen. The real question was: when?
It only took a second to recognize who the tall and tanned man that invaded your home was, Spain. The Spaniard carried what seemed like just as many bags as Alfred did inside his own brilliant green orbs looking about in confusion. “Hey amigo where do you want me to put this?” He called out in no particular direction.
“Just put ‘em anywhere dude!” Alfred called back from the kitchen as he invaded the fridge. huh? you thought confused. How the heck did he get from back there to the kitchen… You didn’t recall him passing you, but somehow y
My New Boyfriend .:Child!England x Child!Reader:."[NAME], ARE YOU TALKING TO YOURSELF AGAIN?" You heard your mother yell to you from the other room. Sighing, you set down your tea cup and yelled back; "NO I HAVE GUESTS!"My New Boyfriend .:Child!England x Child!Reader:.3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Without much of a surprise, your mother came rushing into the room. You see, normally you wouldn't talk to the other kids your age you would always be seen talking to the air and acting as if somebody is there. Mainly, your family just shook it off and said you had 'imaginary friends'.
Truthfully, the fairies and everything were real. Just nobody else saw them. You were the only one and it was horrible! To have people think you're crazy, when in reality, they were the crazy ones.
"You're having a tea party by yourself?" You watched as your mum looked around the room. It was as if she expected people to magically pop out and yell surprise. "Uh mum, I already told you! I have guests!"
Suddenly, you felt someone tap your shoulder. Of course, only you could see who it was; Flying Mint Bunny. FMB was o
Popular!EnglandxBullied!Reader- Are You Happy NowPopular!EnglandxBullied!Reader- Are You Happy Now3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She stood out in the crowd, was a little too loud
But that's why we love her
She's not like other girls
She could have conquered the world
Until you broke her down.
You sat hunched in your desk, your (h/c) hair hanging in your face as you wrote on the white slip of paper your world history teacher, Mr. (Teacher's Name) had handed out to everyone in the room not ten minutes earlier. The class period was almost over, and yet you were one question away from finishing that nights homework. Smiling silently to yourself, you read over the next question that was written on the slip.
Who were the Ottomans? You read the question inside your head, putting the tip of your pencil to your mouth, squinting your eyes slightly. Smirking, you jotted down your answer on the line below it.
The Ottoman Empire lasted from 1299 to 1923 as one of the largest and longest-lasting empires in history. It's capital city was Constantinople (present-day Istanbul, Turkey
'Hide and seek' Father!England X Child!Reader“______? Where are you?”'Hide and seek' Father!England X Child!Reader3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You clamped your lips shut and held your hand over your mouth tightly, in an attempt to keep yourself from bursting out into laughter. Your muffled giggles grew slightly louder as you heard the loud footsteps of your British father, Arthur, frantically running back and forth through the house trying to find you. You made sure not to laugh loud enough for him to hear you; you didn’t want to end your fun just yet.
You didn’t know exactly how long you had been hiding, but you knew it had been a fairly long time. Which in your mind, only made this game more fun, But, to your father, the longer he was looking for you the more worried he became. You see, he didn’t know you two where playing a game. All he knew was you where missing and he couldn’t find you. Anywhere. Where were you? Had you run off somewhere? What happened to his darling angel, ______?
Arthur had searched the entire house. Every bedroom, every bathroo
First Day - Child! Alfred x Child! ReaderFirst Day - Child! Alfred x Child! Reader3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was your first day of kindergarten and you were extremely nervous. You never really wanted to go in the first place. Your dad insisted and even dragged you out of bed this morning!
“Daddy I don’t want to go…” you whined.
Your father just sighed. That was the umpteenth time you said that today. It was getting kind of annoying.
He knelt to your level and playfully messed your (h/l) , (h/c) hair.
“C’mon love… stiff upper lip. The first day of school is going to be over before you know it.” He said trying to make you want to go to school.
“But what if the teacher is mean..or if the other kids pick on me? Or what if a UFO crashes in the classroom?!”
Now you were just being unreasonable.
“The chances of those happening are very bleak (y/n).”
Arthur swears you’ve been having way too much time reading those silly comic books you have at your house. He wishes that you indulge yourself more with history books or m
EnglandxChild! Reader- SleepsongEnglandxChild! Reader- Sleepsong3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Come on now, poppet. It's time for bed." England said, attempting to pick you up and bring you to your bedroom.
"But papa, i'm not tired!" You pouted, gripping the man's pantleg for dear life. He gave you an annoyed sigh, but tried to cover it with a rather cheery smile. And not a cheery smile that a father would give to his loving child he adored more than anything in the world. It was more like a smile a phycopathic killer would give to his victim before slaughtering him.
Your bottom lip protruded out, your eyes growing larger as you stared into the emerald orbs of your father. By now, he had grown immune to your puppy dog eyes, not budging the slightest. He just stared down at you, hands gently rested on his hips. You stould your ground for a minute more, your eyes burning a hole into his head. But just as before, he stared down at you with a slightly annoyed stare.
Deciding that you wouldn't win this battle, you held your arms up to the Britt, opening and closing your hands. "I'm
EnglandxReader - Fears and MemoriesEnglandxReader - Fears and Memories3 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
Bunny!England x Reader- Easter WishesBunny!England x Reader- Easter Wishes3 years ago in Romance More Like This
You let out a small sigh, drumming your fingers against the flowered tablecloth that covered the wooden table beneath it. The only thing you could hear was the tapping sound you made, and the happy sounding chirp that came from outside the white paned window.
It was March 31, and it really didn't seem any different from an ordinary day alone. The only thing that made it different, however, was the fact it was Easter Sunday. When you were little, you usually spent this holiday over at your parents house, 'helping' your mother cook the ham and potatoes you had each year. It always comforted you to be with family during the holiday season, though each time you thought about it, it seemed like the same routine; Sit in the cramped kitchen your parents had owned since you were a small child, the old television that was pushed into the crevice in the wall playing Easter marithons in the background, the smell of freshly cut tulips from the garden filling the room while you sat and watched your