I'll Rent You for a Night. - England x Reader."So he basically wants you to have a girlfriend," the American spoke, sitting in front of his closest - a Brit with thousands of troubled running across his faded mind. "before giving you that ton of money."
The British man didn't speak a sound, but the American knew exactly the situation and the solution. "Well, I do have an idea on what you can do." Green eyes trailed up in interest. "Rent a girl."
"Rent?" The blue eyed boy nodded. "Are you kidding you bloody git!?" The Englishman grabbed his collar.
"Get off me, dude! So not cool!"
Arthur, the Englishman released his collar tie. "I'm serious, dude. Just rent a girl and rehearsal a script. It's not that hard. Then once you get the money, you pay her and that's that."
Arthur rethought. It wasn't a bad idea. Not bad at all. "Where do you find these t-things, wanker?"
"Anywhere. But first! You have to interview them, and do background checks. You won't want some serial killer in your house, right?"
"Alfred, I cannot believe yo
England x Reader. - Oh, Juliet."Oh, fair maiden. Please take my hand in marriage. I know thou is tied with an engagement, but nothing can stop our love. We will run away together, and spend the rest of our lives out in the wilds."England x Reader. - Oh, Juliet.3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"I cannot do such deed. Though I wish to surely spend the rest of my life with you... I can-"
"Yes you can, my lady." His hand an outreach, Juliet climbed for the impossible.
The Englishman walked in with a cup in hand. "What are you reading this late at night?"
"The Almost Abridged Version of Romeo and Juliet."
You nodded. "His Romeo and Juliet could be called as one of the most famous work of all times." Your eyes adverted to the book again.
"Juliet! Why are you doing this!?"
Juliet didn't speak for she was dead, corpse as cold as stone. Romeo took the poison, drinking it - kissing Juliet one last time, as if it was their parting kiss.
A while later, Juliet awake to find Romeo dead.
"I do not wish to live if it's a world without you, Romeo." Juliet pi
Royal Ball. - King!England x Reader.You were a servant. A lowly viewed ant who no one cared about.Royal Ball. - King!England x Reader.3 years ago in Romance More Like This
He was a king. A high and mighty ruler who had everything he wanted at his fingertip.
Never would they collide. All you know was that you could never get close to him.
Today was the day of the seasonal festival and the whole castle was busy, thrown in preparation.
"Did you hear? King Arthur of Great Britain will be coming tonight as well!" You heard one of the maid say.
"Really?" The other replied and sighed. "But we servants will never get a chance to dance with him. He's a king; who are we kidding..." They only walked away, carrying the decorations elsewhere to post.
It was a masquerade ball, they said.
It was going to be fun, they said.
Everyone was going to have a chance, they said.
But unfortunately, not for you.
You wanted a change. To be away from the servant life and thrown inside the royalty of a princess, or even a foreign queen. It didn't ma
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 EnglandxReader3 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
Drunk!EnglandxReader: Did You Mean It?Drunk!EnglandxReader: Did You Mean It?3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Artie, It's been WAY too long since you last asked me out for a drink," You told your best friend, Arthur Kirkland.
"And that's precisely the reason I invited you here today!" He replied cheerily as the bartender pushed two glasses of beer your way. "Cheers!" Arthur exclaimed as he raised his glass into the air. You both lifted the mugs to your lips and took a swig of the beverage within. Swallowing, you sighed as you placed the glass back onto counter.
"How could it get any better than this?" You thought to yourself as you stared at Arthur. You would be lying if you said you didn't have any feelings for him, but you had never even HINTED them towards the beautiful Brit, in fear of rejection. He placed the mug back on the counter after slugging down a mouthful of beer. Turning to you, he smiled as he began to chat with you about the recent events in your mundane, everyday life. It went on like this for hours, talking about this, and that. You barely sipped on your drink that night.
EnglandXxXxReader"Bloody hell!" An angry British man yelled.EnglandXxXxReader3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"I-I'm sorry!" A [h/c] haired girl yelled.
"[Name] do you know how long it took me to get enough money to buy this!?" He yelled, holding up his laptop.
"N-no....but I said I was sorry! It was an accident!" You yelled back.
"How the bloody hell do you accidentally break a laptop screen!?"
"B-But I was us-"
Arthur sighed and started rubbing the bridge of his nose.
"You know what, [Name]? Maybe you should just go home."
He glared at you.
"I said go!"
You stepped back with wide eyes as you stared at him in shock.
You stomped to his door.
You turned around towards him with tears streaming down your face.
He looked at you with wide eyes.
"Don't ever call me! Don't talk to me anymore, you stupid asshole! I hate you!" You yelled as you slammed the door.
Arthur put his hands in front of his face and fell to the floor.
"What have I done?"
The next morning you woke up with tear stains on your face.
You went to look in
Drunk!EnglandxReaderDrunk!EnglandxReader3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Your phone buzzed in your pocket and you took it out to check who it was. It was your friend Arthur. You answered.
“’ello ________. *hic* I’m really *hic* drunk right now. Can I come over and *hic* stay the night?”
You sighed. This was the 5th time this month he had asked you that. You should’ve known that’s what he was calling about.
“Sure. Whatever. Where are you?” you asked.
“Open your door,” he told you and hung up.
You waked to your front door and opened it. There was a drunken Arthur, standing on your doormat, wearing nothing but a black apron around his waist. He smiled at you, then turned to throw up in your bushes.
“Lovely,” you growled.
“What was *hic* that?” he asked after he finished barfing.
“Nothing. Come inside,” you said and led him to your couch.
He sat obediently on your couch while you got some spare clothes for him. He had given you one of his
Detecting lies (EnglandXReader)A lie detector. A bloody lie detector. That’s what he bought me here for?! Arthur slammed his hands on the table. “Alfred, enough of this! This is ridiculous!” It was bad enough that the American’d dragged him to one of his infamous parties, but this was just plain stupid.Detecting lies (EnglandXReader)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
“C’mon dude, it’ll be totally fun!” He shouted, pulling Arthur back into the throng of people. “’Kay guys! Now’s the time we’ve all been waiting for! Time to hook Iggy up to the lie detector!” Arthur growled as the crowd cheered.
You frowned, as you were one of the few that actually got along with the Brit. “But he clearly doesn’t want to!” You called, feeling a large number of eyes trained on you. Arthur smiled gently, he liked you most out of all the people here.
You were nice to him for one, but also considerate, kind and funny. In short he adored being around you. Alfred brushed off your comment. “He’s got
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
Love Potion? [England x Reader]Love Potion? [England x Reader]3 years ago in Romance More Like This
The magenta-tinged mixture simmered as Arthur checked his spells and potions book again. This time, his creation needed to be perfect- if he could even achieve it, that is. It seemed as if everything was in order; he had cooked and collected all his desired ingredients, adding them to the potion in a precise momentum.
You face suddenly decides to swim back into his mind, and a momentary flush takes over his features as he thinks over just what he was planning to do. As much as he tried to not confront the issue, it was becoming increasingly evident that the country had become smitten with you. There wasn’t a day that went be that he didn’t think about you or something about you.
Taking a flask and collecting some of the liquid swirling in the cauldron, we set it down gingerly on the table attempting to somehow distract himself from his feelings for a moment. Unwrapping a couple of brightly colored candies he had previously pu
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
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 (You Can't!)England was acting rather strange, and by 'strange', I mean even weirder than him talking to his supposed magical friends. It was as though he was suddenly trying to avoid you, which was unusual since you had been dating for six years. Whenever you tried to talk to him, he would ramble on about some excuse to leave or simply just head off at a different direction. Sometimes you could even feel his presence lurking shyly behind walls, as if he wanted but could not for whatever reason talk to you. This behaviour annoyed you; where was his gentlemanly side?England x Reader (You Can't!)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
So one day as you were sulking around on the couch, you received a call from your British boyfriend.
"Hello, love," you heard his voice on the other side, making you realize how much you missed talking to him. However, it wasn't enough to soothe the anger that was boiling up within you.
"What do you want?" you asked bluntly, absentmindedly twirling a few strands of your (insert colour) hair.
"No need to be so rude, young lady. I
Encased. - Prince!England x Reader."(Name)? Can you get the copies from the machine?" You nodded to your coworker, standing up - approaching the printer.Encased. - Prince!England x Reader.2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"(Name)," your coworker called out. "Your heel cracked..."
"About time, I guess. I don't have a pair of flats here..."
"Why don't you go home and relax? I'll handle the rest from here with the team."
You shook your head. "That would be extremely rude of me. I shouldn't."
"I insist." You took on her offer. "It's 8pm, and it's dark. Do you need a car?"
"No, I'm fine. I live fairly close." She nodded before waving goodbye.
With that, you walked down to the lobby, exiting the building. Limping on one foot, anyone could see something was wrong - yet, no one approached to help out.
"Ma'am?" You turn at the sound of a man. "Do you need some help? I can see you limping."
"My heels, that's it. I'm fine, really. Thank you for asking."
"I do have a pair of shoes on me," the blonde reached into his bag, pulling out a gorgeous pair of flats encased in diamonds all around it. It was
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
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 EnglandxReader3 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
Sick!Pirate!England x Reader: Those Emerald EyesA slick, metal blade touched the Prussian's neck. The Prussian Captain, Gilbert Beilschmidt, down on his knees, gulped and nervously looked up at a smirking British Captain, Arthur Kirkland, the one who held a finely crafted sword.Sick!Pirate!England x Reader: Those Emerald Eyes3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Game over, Beilschmidt." Arthur stated, his wicked smirk growing wider.
The Prussian's hand slowly searched for his sword when a gunshot was fired by his pale hands. "I intended to miss," You laughed from a far, now pointing the gun at his panicking face, "It's over." You smirked.
The Prussian looked around, and cursed in a different language, many of his crew members were injured or in pain - very few were still on their feet fighting.
Everyone in the British crew cheered, watching the Prussian opposition retreat in shame. With a final "The awesome me will be back!" from the loud Prussian Captain, the Prussian ship, where there were several holes and smoke from the cannon fires, was soon out of sight.
Teacher!England x Teacher!Reader - RequestTeacher!England x Teacher!ReaderTeacher!England x Teacher!Reader - Request3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Kindergartners = Matchmaker?
“Teacher (Name)! Teacher (Name)!” the youngsters at the kindergarten you were in charge with were being rowdy all around you. You cannot seem to understand anything they said since they were speaking all at the same time. Trying not to shout at the kids, you clapped your hands loudly three times in order to get their attention. Luckily, they managed to get your message and the young ones stopped squabbling and fell silent, waiting for you to speak.
“Good. Now then, what is it you wanted to tell me kids? Please speak one at a time. One at a time, okay so there won’t be any confusion” you smiled gently at them and they all nodded at once. Kiseki, the young girl at the farthest left with braided black hair stepped forward shyly and said, “Um…Teacher (name), here’s a letter for you!” she handed you a pink colored paper neatly
EnglandxReader - Accidental ConfessionsEnglandxReader - Accidental Confessions2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Alfred looks at his reflection in the mirror, frowning. At least, it looks like Alfred. The thing is, Alfred isnt who he seems to be. In fact, the words that next leave his mouth are proof of that.
Oh, bloody hell he mutters, running a hand through his sandy blonde hair.
Yep. Its Arthur. In Alfreds body.
Stupid spell! I thought it would work! Alfred or, rather, Arthur says. The situation seems quite comical, as Alfreds voice also came with his body, so, of course, it sounds like Alfred trying to do a British accent.
A few minutes ago, Arthur was trying to do a spell to curse Alfred after well, details shall not be mentioned about the reason of the curse, only that Alfreds pranks have all become too much for his brother
The only problem was that the spell backfired a little. Okay, a lot. Now, Arthur is staring into the Americans blue eyes instead of his own. Well, maybe he could say they&
EnglandxReader .:Sleepless:.“Arthur...?” you said as you opened the door to his room with a slow and loud creak.EnglandxReader .:Sleepless:.3 years ago in Romance More Like This
You could hear loud thunder noises
“A-Arthur” you said, the light from the lightning flashed light through the window.
He could see your watering eyes.
“What is it,love?” he asked in his usual North London accent, which always seemed to calm your nerves.
The thunder crackled and on cue you whimpered,
“Love, are you scared of the thunder?” Arthur asked half asleep; sitting on his queen sized bed.
“No..it not that.” You said staring in to the dark room, the moonlight that shone through the window helped you see.
“Come inside and tell me.” He said rubbing his eyes sleepily; He looked like a child with not enough sleep.
“I had a really bad dream and this weather is not helping..” you said as you slowly walked over.
“Come here,” he patted the spot next to him on the bed.
You took a seat next to him and hugged him
England x Reader - My Cake!“One slice of strawberry cake please,” you ordered, watching the cashier take the cake out and place it on the counter.England x Reader - My Cake!3 years ago in Romance More Like This
“You’re lucky. That’s the last one,” she smiled at you and held out her hand. You were just about to place the money on her hand, but out of nowhere another hand landed there and left a $5 note, a voice telling her to “Keep the change!”
“Hey!” you called out, reaching for the person’s shoulder and turning him around, only to find out that you knew him.
“(Name),” he stated.
“Arthur,” you said back, just as bluntly.
The two of you just stood there for a few moments, before you continued.
“Um…I believe I bought that first.”
“No, I paid for it first,” declared Arthur.
“But I ordered it!”
“Yes, but who gave the money first?”
“I was giving it! You blocked my way!”
“Either way I bought it first. I’m planning
Red String of Love. - England x Reader.Being in second year of college was a lot of stress, especially with the workload that all the professors were giving.Red String of Love. - England x Reader.3 years ago in Romance More Like This
It was now close to Christmas break, which was always amazing. This New Year's Eve you were planning to spend with some friends at a club; they told you it was going to be fun, or so you hope.
Today being New Year's Eve, you were trying your best to look as casual yet classy as possible; hoping not failing both.
"(Name)! You're here! Meet my boyfriend's friend!" You were dragged off by (Your Best Friend's Name) to another corner of the room, where her boyfriend and another friend of his were now standing. "This is Arthur," (Best Friend's Name)'s hand pointed toward Arthur, the green-eyed man who was standing with a champagne glass in his hand. "And this is (Name)."
Arthur's hand reached out, smiling. "Pleased to meet you, (Name). I'm Arthur Kirkland - from England." Your hand reached out to touch his.
It almost felt as if you knew him. "Please to meet you too, Arth
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)
::Cute Magic:: England x Reader"Oh, my, I'm terribly sorry, (Name)," Arthur apologized.::Cute Magic:: England x Reader3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Pfft~! You were trying to make me into a little kid?" Francis pondered, trying to keep himself from laughing. "Oh, Artie, I didn't think you were –"
"DAMN YOU TO BLOODY HELL, WANKER!"
"Arthur-san, maybe we shouldn't speak such vulgar language in front of (Name)-san," Kiku suggested, trying to calm down the British man. Arthur looked over to (Name) who had her ears covered by Feliciano and looked around curiously at the two men that she couldn't hear.
He sighed as Feliciano took his hands off her ears. "I guess I was lucky. I was looking at the wrong spell. The original idea was to turn this . . . freak of nature over here into an actual frog. (Name) didn't have to suffer that, so that's good to hear." Arthur picked the little girl (who looked much younger than his younger brother) up into his arms. "This was my fault, so I guess I'll take care of (Name) until this spell wears off."
"And make her suffer that horrid thing you call
Back to the past (Pirate EnglandXReader)“So that’s the situation.” You groaned, rubbing the heels of your hands into your eyes. Arthur just had to try out that new spell of his didn’t he? He should have learned by now surely that they always failed!Back to the past (Pirate EnglandXReader)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
He’d gone and done it now though, the twerp had somehow managed to reverse time on his body and as such was back in his younger days. Unfortunately, his mind had gone as well, which meant he was stuck as a pirate captain in these modern times.
Alfred had called you, asking if he could drop the pirate off with you as he knew you had a way of dealing with Arthur. Sighing you dragged a hand through his hair. “Whatever, can you even get him over here without him slicing you up?”
Alfred gulped. “I hope so. See you soon.” With that he hung up and you threw a gaze around the room. It wasn’t that untidy, but you started straightening the place up anyway. Who knows how he would react.
“Unhand me you dog!” Arthur squir