Lullaby For A Stormy Night EnglandxReaderYou awaken to soft crying coming from the other room. You nuzzle Arthur's neck, trying to wake him up. "Artie..." you whisper. "Mattie's crying again..."
Arthur groans and flips the pillow over his head. "But I got it last time..."
Another loud thunderclap rattles the walls and rain pounds fiercely against the windows. Another voice joins the chorus of wailing, this one much louder.
Sighing, you roll out of bed to check on your boys. Your feet hit the cold floor, making you instantly wish you could just stay in bed. Alas, even if you did, you wouldn't be able to sleep with the terrified whimpers of your sons. You tiredly make your way over to the wooden cradle where they slept, swaddled in blankets. Mattie is still wrapped in his, crying very softly.
Alfred, on the other hand, has kicked his blanket away, which now rests in a crumpled heap beside him. He flails and thrashes about wildly, crying profusely.
You shake your head, an amused smile playing on your lips. "For twins, you certai
Marry Me EnglandxReaderMarry Me EnglandxReader2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You twirl about happily on the dance floor, a soft, sweet ballad flowing through the ball room. Your long dress brushes the polished stone with each movement. You and your partner glide about, not a care in the world. He spins you gracefully, and you land in the arms of another. This man is much older than you, and much nicer dressed. The music stops and people clap, meaning there will be a short intermission before the next song starts.
The man before you bows slightly, and you curtsy. "Good evening, (Name)." he greets, his words slurred from wine.
"Good evening, your Majesty." you reply, not wanting to anger the king.
He smiles at you and pulls you aside from the dancing. "May I have a word with you?"
"Yes, your Majesty." It would be complete suicide to refuse the king anything he wants!
He leads you out to the garden, where red roses bloom happily in the summer night. You walk through the maze of bushes, silent, as was expected of anyone in the king's presence.
"You are a young lady
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
~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
England x Insomniac!Reader - Late Night CoffeeEngland x Insomniac!Reader - Late Night Coffee2 years ago in Romance More Like This
I craned my head to look at the alarm clock that was currently blocked by my boyfriend's shoulder, I sat up. The bed creaked in protest as I tipped my body forward, peeking at the red numbers that proudly pierced my (e/c) eyes that had gotten used to the dark, 12:30 AM.
"Awh," I groaned and flopped back onto the soft sheets, I rubbed my eyes "The insomnia has gotten worse ..." I muttered to myself, sighing in defeat. The bags under my eyes had gotten darker day after day, they where clearly visible now.
I sat up once again and tip-toed to the entrance of our bedroom, throwing a last glance at my boyfriend's sleeping face I squeezed through the opening. I cast a glance across the stairs, those weak and creaky stairs that protested every time your feet pressed down onto the wood.
I held my breath as I carefully tip-toed down the stairs, begging for gravity to be on my side this one time. I stepped onto the cold floor and went to the kitchen.
I took out a (color) cup
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
On Top of the World EnglandxReaderIf you love somebodyOn Top of the World EnglandxReader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Better tell them while they’re here ’cause
They just may run away from you
Arthur Kirkland had let himself fall into that pit of feelings one too many times for his liking in the long span of time he had been living, and after one time too many, he had sworn most emotions off, love being the primary one. He hadn’t thought the emotion would ever come back into his life, so it was only natural to have sworn it off, but then he didn’t count on you appearing in his life. He didn’t account for there possibly being one person in the entire universe that might be able to fit to him perfectly, almost like two conjoining puzzle pieces.
And now he didn’t know what to say, but he knew he wasn’t about to let you slip through his fingers. He wasn’t stupid enough to let you get away from him.
You’ll never know quite when, well
Then again it just depends on
How long of time is left for you
~Arms of angel~ *Daddy!England X Reader X America~Arms of angel~~Arms of angel~ *Daddy!England X Reader X America2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
*Daddy!England X Adopted!Son!America X Reader*
'Spend all your time waiting for that second chance
For the break that will make it okay
There's always some reason not to be good enough?
And it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction,oh beautiful release
Memories seep from my veins
They may be empty and weightless,and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight ... '
Arthur rubbed his temples in soothing circles,watching the stack of papers onto his wooden office desk waiting to be completed.
Truth to be told,he had no motivation to go on the charade he called life.He loved Alfred a lot,but sometimes the boy wasn't enough for him.
Something was missing to complet the portrait of a happy family life and he didn't know actually what.
Pouring some scotch into the medium sized square glass,the Brit sighed,bringing it to his lips and gulp it from once all the brown liquid.
Watching with tired emerald green eyes the framed picture of himself and a cheery Alfr
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
Dance Teacher! England x Reader Chapter 1Your name is ____ ____ and today is the worst day of your life. It’s a Friday, which is usually a relief to you at every end of the week, but this particular one seemed hell-bent on making you as aggravated as possible at school.Dance Teacher! England x Reader Chapter 12 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Flashback: Earlier that day…
It all started at school, when your teacher yelled at you for falling asleep during class and forgetting to do your homework. Your classmates watched this with interest, seeing as you are one of the best students at your high school. The day got progressively worse, and it all ended with you tripping then falling down the stairs. “Someone should’ve warned you about the stairs!”* A student called out.
End of flashback
You groan at the memory and right now, you’re walking home with a crap-ton of books and homework. You start to make plans to decide on the best way to quickl
England x Reader- Cheer up loveEngland x Reader- Cheer up love2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Lately, (Name) had been looking sad, and not herself lately. So I invited her over for tea, to see what was wrong.
Because seeing her so sad looking, simply breaks my heart...
Me and her both sat across from each other, quietly sipping the tea I made earlier. She hadn't spoke a word ever since she got here. I even felt afraid to talk to her, not knowing what to say, or how to say it.
"(Name), have you been feeling alright lately?"
She looked up and me and put her cup down. "I'm just having problems. Problems with my family and friends. I lost my job too..." (Name) said with a sigh. I gave her a sympathetic look, trying to understand what she was going through.
I couldn't think of anything to say, so I stood up from my chair. I took a few steps towards her and leaned down and gave her a hug. Instantly I could tell that she was surprised, but I hugged her anyways.
"I promise things will get better (Name). If anything else happens...I'll be right by your side to he
Thunder and Tea, EnglandxReader You huddled into the far corner of your couch, wrapping the blanket that was already hung around your shoulders even tighter around you. You closed your eyes and listened as rain pelted harshly against the sides of your house. You let out a quiet breath, shivering still despite the blanket around you.Thunder and Tea, EnglandxReader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Suddenly a large rumble of thunder shook the entire house, making your eyes fly open and a small squeak of surprise leave your lips. It wasn’t that you were afraid of storms, no that was too predictable for your tastes. It was just that the thunder had been getting closer and closer to the house for the past half hour, and it seemed that the storm had just caught up with you.
The light from the kitchen suddenly clicked off and you heard footsteps approach you. You smiled as you felt a pair of soft lips press themselves to your temple and for a moment you were able to forget about the storm as a warm teacup was pressed into your hands. Looking up, you found the very familiar fa
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
Happy Birthday! [England x Reader] Drabble!Happy Birthday! [England x Reader] Drabble!2 years ago in Humor More Like This
Today was your favorite Englishman's birthday, and you were desperate to make it a memorable one. After all, he did deserve it. You remembered back when you were lost in a dark alley with a bunch of creepers who would have done who knows what with you if he didn't step in and save you.
So you decided that today, you would pay him back.
You never really got to talk to England much, with him being a country and all, so you didn't know what he exactly liked. So, you decided that maybe some of his friends would know.
After asking as many countries as you could reach, most of your answers varied dramatically. America had suggested a hamburger, Italy thought pasta was a wonderful idea, Germany a book, Japan something homemade and from the heart, Russia some vodka, and Prussia something awesome. When you asked Prussia to specify on his answer, he just announced that he had some "awesome" stuff to attend to and dashed off.
EnglandXReader - Who I Am C1EnglandXReader - Who I Am C12 years ago in Romance More Like This
"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
EnglandxReader: Family MorningsEnglandxReader: Family Mornings2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You smiled as you sat up in bed. Pulling the sheets closer to your body you looked over at your sleeping husband. He was snoring. Mouth hanging open, drooling on the pillow.
Brushing a bit of hair out of his face you leaned down and kissed him gently on the cheek. You always got up this early to make him tea and breakfast before he woke up. Slipping out of bed you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist.
He was trying to pull you back in his sleep. Gingerly you disentangled his arms from you and slipped on your bathrobe.
You made him his tea and some eggs and toast.
Mama, a little voice from the kitchen whispered. You turned to see Matthew.
What is it baby?
Matthew was holding his toy bear to his chest, Im hungry can we have pancakes?
You shook your head, How about toast?
The ten year old sighed, but nodded and sat at the kitchen table rubbing his eyes.
A few mintues later rapid footsteps were heard, MA!
Daddy!EnglandxMummy!Reader - Fireworks NightYou snuggled into the thickest, longest [f/c] scarf you had, gloved hands idly playing with its woollen tassels. Somehow, you had been lumbered with responsibility of guarding your table, with the specific instruction to 'ensure other sods don't go pinching it'.Daddy!EnglandxMummy!Reader - Fireworks Night2 years ago in Romance More Like This
By table, it was actually some rickety old wooden bench that had seen better days. Over the years you had spent living in the English countryside, you'd learned that all benches in beer gardens were of a similar condition. But still, it was better than having to stand for hours with the other spectators that had come to the Queen's Head for the fireworks display. And with at least another good half an hour's wait until it all started, you were more content being bored at a table, rickety or no, than to be bored and with leg ache.
Despite it being seven o clock on a Monday night, the whole establishment was full of eager families and patrons crowding together for the festivities, fireworks night - It was like this in nearly ev
EnglandxReader: Another Try? My head went blank and everything in my vision swam. It was if I was slowly losing feeling starting from my fingers and my breathing was rapidly increasing. No. No, I can’t stand to go through this again. I gently set the plastic on the white porcelain of the sink and rested my head in my hands. I swallowed and tried to breathe evenly. I just had to wait until Arthur got home and then I would talk it over with him.EnglandxReader: Another Try?2 years ago in Romance More Like This
I stood up, trying not to think about all the sad, negative thoughts running through my head. I swept the plastic into the trash can and walked out of the bathroom. I ignored the stinging in my eyes and walked into the kitchen. I cleaned up a bit, washing dishes and such. I dusted and vacuumed the living room and cleaned most of the house while I waited. When I finished I grabbed a book I’d been reading and sat down on the sofa.
I opened up to a random page and tried to start reading. I hardly noticed the tears falling silently out
EnglandXReader~ Englishmen are policemenEnglandXReader~ Englishmen are policemenEnglandXReader~ Englishmen are policemen2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Well this was bloody fucking brilliant now wasn't it?!
You were only a little bit over the speed limit... only a little....10...15... 20 miles an hour over 45... that was only a little bit. Right?
Okay, it was only going to be a ticket... only a ticket. All you had to worry about was your boyfriend finding out about it...
Yes he might be a police officer but there's still a chance he wont find out about it if the officer walking up to your car now didn't recognize you as his girlfriend. You shrunk into your seat slightly as you listened to the footsteps on the pavement come closer and close... he was at the back of your car now.
You squeezed your eyes shut as you felt the police officer walk up to the window.
Oh God oh God... God dammit iiitttttt....
"May I please see your license and registration please love?"
Of course. OF FUCKING COURSE.
It had to be Arthur. Your boyfriend. The one you were going to t
EnglandxReader: Cold I opened the door to my boyfriend’s house and walked in. It was eerily quiet, but I could sense someone in the house. I set my purse down on his couch ad walked through the house.EnglandxReader: Cold2 years ago in Romance More Like This
“Arthur!” I called softly. He hadn’t been answering his phone and Alfred hadn’t been able to get in touch with his step-brother for the past few days. We were worried about him and I finally decided to come see what was wrong. I heard coughing from Arthur’s bedroom and hurried in. It was dark, which was very unlike the Englishman, and I couldn’t see much.
I walked to one of the windows and opened the curtains. I heard groaning from his bed. I turned and saw Arthur’s blonde hair sticking out from under his blankets. He went into another coughing fit before quieting down again. I walked to his bed and sat down on the edge.
“Arthur,” I sai
Hetalia: England x Reader"P-Please don't tell him, okay?"Hetalia: England x Reader2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You felt your face get hot at the realization that your secret was a secret no longer. You could tell by the look on the American's face that he was stupefied.
'He probably wasn't expecting me to like him, of all people. Although, America is a little ignorant at times.'
"I..I won't tell him. But..why England, of all people? He's such a jerk, and he's so mean! Why not go out with someone who is actually nice? Or someone who actually likes you!"
America's eyes widened and he let out a small gasp, realizing what he just said. You were shocked that your best friend for years and years had said such a horrible thing. America studdered. "I-I didn't mean it like that..I swear! It just--"
But it was a little too late to be apologizing. You thought your best friend would support you, help build up your confidence- but no. You felt your eyes get watery, and you got up from America's couch, still shaking.
'He's right. England would never want me. I'm not as smart
PrussiaxReader ~ One Broken PromisePrussiaxReader ~ One Broken Promise2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Shoot, _________! Shoot!" Your friend's voice was just another among many others.
A loud roar of cheers echoed throughout the crowd as your foot kicked the black and white ball that landed straight inside the net. It took you a good five seconds to register what just happened. You had made the final goal.
Your teammates came running towards you before hoisting you up onto their shoulders, screaming and shouting your name. You laughed and cheered, feeling your cheeks heat up from getting so much attention all so suddenly. The game was currently stuck at a tie, and in order to win you had to make one last point. Which you did.
People rose from their seats and clapped nonstop, glad that their hometown team won.
This was all too perfect for you. Everyone was being so nice and you were feeling happier than ever. But what really made your heart thump was that you couldn't wait to jump into your best friend Gilbert's arms.
After the massive excitement phase was over, you announced to your te
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)2 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
daddy!England x mommy!Reader - Bedtime Stories (R)Request daddy!England x mommy!Reader Bedtime Storiesdaddy!England x mommy!Reader - Bedtime Stories (R)3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Four kids were running loose in your house. They had on their pajamas and were ready for bed, but they refused to go to bed. Of those four kids, only two were your own.
The four children were named Matthew, Alfred, Feliciano, and Lovino. Matthew and Alfred were yours and you husband Arthur's. Feliciano and Lovino were visiting you with their papa, a friend of yours named Antonio. Now, to clear some things up, Arthur didn't particularly enjoy being around Antonio, but he dealt with it because the Spaniard was your best friend.
You could hear the pounding footsteps of Arthur and Antonio, nearly overpowering the pitter patter of the children's footsteps. Shouting from the men alternated with giggle and shouts of laughter from the children. A sigh escaped your lips. You stood up and took a deep breath.
"WILL THE FOUR BOYS NAMED MATTHEW, ALFRED, FELICIANO, AND LOVINO REPORT TO THEIR COMMANDING OFFICER AT ONCE! THERE IS A MAT
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