England x Street Artist!Reader (RQ)It’s easy enough to see how you wonder for her and think of her presence, despite your steady belief you are a fellow fixed in his ways of life and his own mind.
Even the first time you meet, and despite your cold stare and your hurried burying of your hands in your pockets for lack of sensible words, you don’t ignore her when she bids you a good morning. You don’t simply walk on like the rest, and leave her in the gutter with her wet chalk and her beautiful, yet hopeless dreams of a worldly canvas. Even though you stumble at her soft inquiries, you allow yourself to spend that precious minute with her, watching what she draws with her filthy, blackened hands. You tell her you care, and with sincerity you think her drawings lovely, and she smiles at you. Who knows, maybe you even return it.
You watch her at her work even as the rain falls, when the Heavens open and you cannot see beyond your apartment for the frosted glass and spiralling fog. But looking down at her,
EnglandxReader - Learn and Grow UpThe air was muggy and hot. It had just rained and the aftermath was humidity. Hurrying on his way, Arthur walked through the damp streets, unaware of the homeless citizens laying around, soaking wet. He shouldn’t have to bother with the poor; they couldn’t do him any good anyways.EnglandxReader - Learn and Grow Up9 months ago in Romance More Like This
Up ahead, he noticed a man who was familiar to him. They weren’t close, nor did they get along, but he didn’t mind talking with him. “Francis, hello. What brings you here to England?”
The blond Frenchman turned around, his eyes saddened and dreary. “Arthur, it’s good to see you.” Moving his head back down, Arthur followed his gaze. A young girl lay on the ground, appearing to be dead. She was filthy and frail, yet had a certain appeal about her.
“Yuck, how can you stand looking at that?” Arthur grumbled, the smell getting to him. She was obviously homeless, and didn’t get a chance to bathe.
Francis glared at him, making him flinch. Did he
Lost and Found- England x Reader(*Reader's Point of View*)Lost and Found- England x Reader9 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
I start the day as I would normally, get out of bed, get ready and set out for work. This had been my routine for quite a while now. But every time I would go something always would bother me. Well it shouldn't matter, I mean it is completely bizarre. I grabbed all my things for work and I set out.
I been walking for about ten minutes, hoping it was there. If it was it would be there after passing Big Ben, sitting at the bench with its book, like always. I approach the tower and take a brief look at it. It would always give me a mix of emotions, I would be eager, but then I would feel not as concerning. I would be really happy then suddenly depressed. This one thing carries so much memories, and sometimes I can't handle it. Maybe I should just sit down for a minute, I am always early and I could still be on time. I drop my bag to the left of me and sit down on the familiar bench. I look by my right hand to see the same
England x Reader ~Wishful Thinking~~Wishful Thinking~England x Reader ~Wishful Thinking~10 months ago in Romance More Like This
“Arthur, what did you wish for?”
________________ was leaning her upper body over the edge of the old wishing well, her short legs dangling in the air as she watched the ripples spread out on the water’s surface.
“That’s a secret, ________________,” he said.
Arthur rolled his eyes. “You know the saying: if you tell someone your wish, it won’t come true.”
_______________ shook her head. “No, I don’t think you need to keep it a secret to make it come true. Maybe I can help you.”
“Alright, why don’t you tell me what you wished for?” he asked.
“That’s a secret, Arthur,” ________________ replied.
Arthur cracked a smile. “How predictable.”
“It’s only because you can’t help me with my wish so I’m not going to tell you!”
“Fine, fine!” Arthur quickly said holding up his hands
EnglandxReader - In DisasterArthur had a lot on his mind. One thing was his brother, Alfred. The next was the girl his brother had brought home. They denied to dating, yet the elder brother couldn’t see that. She was the most beautiful girl he had ever had the pleasure of laying his eyes on. She had silky (h/c) hair and dangerous bright (e/c) eyes.EnglandxReader - In Disaster10 months ago in Romance More Like This
Her name was (Name) and she wasn’t a shy person. When she came over one day, her and Alfred sat on the couch the whole day playing video games. She was very polite though, and helped Arthur with whatever he needed. But Alfred would hug her and tease her. At times, they would get too close, and it bothered the Englishman.
Arthur walked in through the door, pulling at his tie and unbuttoning the top of his shirt. Running a hand in his shaggy blond hair, he sat his breifcase down by the door, and slips his shoes off. Looking over quickly, the girl was lying on the couch, asleep. He checked his watch, the time being past midnight. He hadn’t realized the t
EnglandxReader: 04:21 AM (Chapter one)To say that you were having difficulty sleeping would be the understatement of the century.EnglandxReader: 04:21 AM (Chapter one)9 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
You had lost count of unintentional all-nighters months ago, as well as given up on the search to both the reason why you had such difficulty and as to how to solve it. Perhaps some psychologist would tell you that it was something to do with issues that your mind had. Perhaps a doctor would tell you to take pills or to exercise. Maybe your parents would convince you to use less time on the internet.
Whatever the cause and/ or correlation between your issue and what would effectively solve it, you had long ago given up on cures as well as bothering other people for help.
Which, if you humored your intuition, would also be an explanation for as to why your second problem having become so huge.
This 'problem' being the contemplation of an early ending to the inevitable.
God, you couldn't even bring to yourself saying the word 'suicide'.
It wasn't as if the world was up against you and that you had
~Irises~ A Britain x Reader One Shot~Irises~ A Britain x Reader One Shot10 months ago in Romance More Like This
It was fifteen minutes left until curtain. Your turn was coming up soon. You peered around the curtain, hoping to see the sparkling emerald eyes of your best friend, Arthur. Secretly, you had a major crush on the tsundere Brit. You had been his first friend when he transferred two years ago to your high school. He had that typical British charm. He always held your books and walked you to class, gently holding your arm in his. You longed to do more than that but you just couldn't bring yourself to tell him your true feelings. Those simple gestures meant so much to you and for fear of losing your friendship with him, you couldn't take them the wrong way. You had begged him to come watch you at your recital. You were so nervous because representatives from many different colleges would be there. Your performance tonight decided which college you would attend and what scholarships you received.
Your eyes darted through the crowd until you saw that mess
England X Reader - Pure HappinessEngland X Reader - Pure Happiness9 months ago in Romance More Like This
(Just so you know, you and Iggy are both ten years old)
You hated school. No, you didn’t hate this place because of the difficult work and the long, headache worthy hours. You hated it because you were alone.
You were that kid that sits in the back of the class by yourself. You were that kid that never had a buddy when the teacher told everyone to ‘pair up’. You were that kid that other kids would trip up in the school corridor and laugh at your tear stained face.The only part of the day that you could actually stand was lunchtime.
The high pitch ringing of the lunch time bell sent a jolt of energy up your spine as you reached for your belongings.
You never bothered about eating with the other children; their loud whispering and sniggers floated around you and hit you like little knifes from all directions. You pretended not to hear, but those sharp insults always made you cringe.
You flung your bag up over your shoulder and swiftly exited the classroom. Lunch t
EnglandxReader~ Thank You"I would like to introduce a late transfer student from England." Your teacher announced as she smacked the ruler on the nearby desk to get the classes attention. "Since he's come into this school a bit late, please treat him with any respect you actually have left."EnglandxReader~ Thank You10 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
As the door opened, you could hear various oohs and ahhs spread around the room. Who walked into the room was a male student with an interesting combination of blonde messy hair, emerald eyes, and large eyebrows. His face was filled with indifference.
"You can sit in that seat in the corner, Mr. Kirkland." Your teacher said as she pointed toward your direction. There was a silence.
"But that's-" A classmate began to say until she cut him off. As usual, you never got to hear the rest of it.
"It is fine. Please sit there, Mr. Kirkland." She said as the transfer student walked down the aisle towards your desk. You sighed as you floated up to avoid him sitting on you, even though you wouldn't feel a difference if he did. Guidi
Lost and Found- EnglandxReader Part Two~(*Readers P.O.V*)Lost and Found- EnglandxReader Part Two~9 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
He left me, like that. Two years I have been waiting for his return. I have no way to contact him, I could send a letter, but I never got a chance to write one. He is as good as gone........... Gone? No I can't believe that. Another thing that bothers me is that he left me nothing, but a book. Well it isn't exactly just a book, it was the one he would always read when I was around. For whatever reason I thought that carrying it around was a good idea, I take it out of my bag. It was extremely heavy, but it was his. I was sitting on the bench in the normal raining London, I really have no hope for him coming back...... He is lost...... I look down to the ground as the hot tears fall from my face.... He is lost and he is never coming back..... Never coming back........ He is not coming back! In anger I throw the book as hard as I can. Through my sobs I look at the book... with several pieces of paper hanging out of the cover. I wipe the tears out of my eye
England x Reader An Average MorningYou ate your Lucky Charms as you boredly watched Arthur run around the kitchen like a mad man. Once again he was able to SOMEHOW set his cereal on fire. All he did was add the milk and BOOM. The fire alarm was beeping like crazy as Arthur used the fire extinguisher.England x Reader An Average Morning9 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
" Do you want me to make you something? " Arthur growled as he cleaned his ash filled face with a wet paper towel. " No! I'll just eat an apple.... " You munched on your cereal as you shook your head. " No need to get snappy. " " No need to get sassy. " You chuckled as he grabbed an apple and left the room, stomping. " TRY NOT TO PEAL THE SKIN THIS TIME! I DON'T WANT TO BE PICKING SEEDS OUT OF YOUR HAIR AGAIN! " You received a ' shut up ', as you placed your bowl in the sink.
The fire alarm still flared as you used a chair to sand on to reach it. After many unsuccessful attempts to turn it off, you threw it on the floor. The batteries popped out and the annoying tune of beeps stopped at last.
Sixth time this month.
England x Reader - Don't wake me upEngland x Reader - Don't wake me up8 months ago in Romance More Like This
If this love only exists in my dreams
Don’t wake me up "
She looked to her fingertips, arms stretching towards the light. It was always like smoke surrounding them, blurring the shape, making it similar to stew, leaving only the sensation of what it should be behind. In this world of dreams, [f/n] always felt like there wasn’t a way to leave an impression in. [f/n] knew she’d somehow fade in the air if she tried. That was always the way the girl knew it was a dream.
It was too much alike real life.
Dreams are frightening little things, aren’t they?
The clarity almost blinded her when she tried to see past her hands.
"Too much light in this window"
There were two couches, a coffee table, and a tea set over it all put in a spacious room, somehow cramped with too much furniture, all in different styles, as if the owner couldn’t make his mind about what he wanted. A jar of jam was open, and the smell of fresh strawberrie
England x Reader - A F.A.C.E. Family birthday You once again got up and started pacing around your bedroom. What to do for Arthur’s birthday? You thought. Unfortunately, just like every other time you asked yourself that question, you didn’t have an answer.England x Reader - A F.A.C.E. Family birthday11 months ago in Romance More Like This
Tomorrow was Arthur’s birthday. He has been your best friend/crush since forever, yet you still didn’t know what to get or do for him. You knew he usually just spent the day alone, like it was just any other day. But it wasn’t just any other day. It was his day to feel special.
Banging your head against the wall, you sighed in frustration. What if you threw a surprise party for him? No, he doesn’t like too many people. And even if you threw a party, where? Well, he liked being outdoors on sunny days, and the only people he actually likes are Francis, Alfred, and Matthew…
You stopped banging your head on the wall. That’s it! You thought. Sadly for you this wasn’t going to do EXACTLY to your plans
England x Reader- Weeping AngelsA/N: I don't know....I really don't knowEngland x Reader- Weeping Angels10 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
I was walking through my local park to get some fresh air. It was slightly chilly as the wind went through my (h/l) (h/c) hair. Since it was still cold outside I had decided to wear my favorite (f/c) coat over my (f/c) tank top and jeans, it complimented my (f/c) (flats/sneakers/heels/flip flops) rather nicely. As I was walking I saw the new angel statue that had been placed in this park not too long ago, and in front of the statue was Arthur Kirkland. It seems he was just staring at it. Of course I knew what this was about.
Arthur is a huge Doctor Who fan, he would invite me over to watch it with him. But that wasn’t a problem for me at all, plus I found it better because I tried to call him once when I didn’t know the show was on.
I was sitting in my room doodling, but soon grew bored of that. So I picked up my phone to call and see if Arthur wanted to hang out. So I quickly but calmly dialed his number and list
England X Reader: Much Different in PersonEngland X Reader: Much Different in Person10 months ago in Romance More Like This
England X Reader: Much Different in Person
You looked to Arthur with a look of surprise when he presented you a meal of a classic chicken cutlet, French fries and a huge bottle of sprite. You eyed the food that was so perfectly placed on the table and then back at him. It looked good. From the smell to even the way it was presented, not a spot of burnt meat was placed.
“What is it?” He looked to you with concern.
You shook your head and began to eat. “Nothing. It just looks really good.”
He laughed as he sat himself down. “Ha-ha, good thing I don’t cook as bad as my character.”
On YouTube, TV, Deviantart, and even fanfiction.net, news of the Hetalia nations were widespread. From their daring personalities to their simple means of racial foolery, you and everyone who watched was hooked. Your biggest crush was Arthur Kirkland, known as Britain or even England. From the way he acted on TV you were ce
England x Reader : Your NumberEngland x Reader : Your NumberEngland x Reader : Your Number9 months ago in Romance More Like This
Arthur groans in irritation at the sound of his ‘friends’ mocking him, taunting him at the fact that he was too much of a pussy to ask the girl of his dreams for her number.
“C’mon, you wimp!” Alfred said, smacking the Brit on his back a bit too hard, “Just go over to the babe, and be like, ‘Aye, girl, gimme them digits of yours’ and she’ll fall head over heels for you! She’ll give you her number in a heartbeat!” He said, gesturing towards (Name).
Arthur looked at him with a face that said that he’s an idiot. Scratch that, an utter dumbass. “I highly doubt that would work on any girl with the right mind.” He scoffed, turning away from the idiot American.
Francis laughed at his friend, “Oh, you have to passionate side you at all, huh? It’s simple, honestly! Just go up to her and simply ask for her number!”
“I-it’s not that simple!” Arthur
Filth (England x Reader)Somehow, and although this young beggar never quite understood why, she managed to still recall the day they met all those months ago. Mercy was, after all, rather a difficult thing to forget and lose mind of, nor was it something she wanted to pretend never existed in the first place.Filth (England x Reader)1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
There was little to be said of mercy in the grey, heartless world she called her home. There were not many possible words to accurately describe what horrors were witnessed, and what cruelty was so often delivered to her and those alike unfortunates who had no choice in the matter of the ways they would live, and the ways they would die.
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 his face shaved clean. For the reasoning of his appearance alone (or so it seemed, at least in those short few months) she always chose to wait for him at the more often than not repulsive, clus
Model!England x Blind!Reader-I wish I could Part 2Model!England x Blind!Reader-I wish I could Part 27 months ago in Romance More Like This
~Two weeks later~
Beauty comes from the imagination of our minds, and is seen whether we can see or not. Remember this~
Sincerely, ______ ________
It's been two weeks since I met the mysterious blind girl and I couldn't get her out out of my head. I look at that sketch every moment I get now and think of her all over again. Her messy, long, (h/c) braid and (s/t) skin, but no matter where I look I cou
A Dying Storyteller (England x Reader)The pen faintly scratched the paper causing it to bleed ink. Wobbly letters danced across the page. Characters stumbled from the pen tip. You almost put a hole through the page as you crossed out a misspelled word. You then rewrote it correctly with care. Finally, the words fit themselves together into a bow and tied up the letter. You folded it up, crammed it into an envelope, and stuck a stamp on it.A Dying Storyteller (England x Reader)9 months ago in Romance More Like This
Then you left it on your desk. The letter waited patiently for you to send it. The late afternoon sun shone upon it.
You descended from your attic, where you worked, and down to your kitchen. Pulling out a bottle of water from the refrigerator, twisting the cap off, and discarding it followed your trip down the spiral staircase. After drinking half the bottle, the front door opened.
You greeted your husband. He greeted you. You noticed that he was fidgeting with the hospital bracelet around his wrist. He fled to his study, at the other end of the house. The boards didn't creak unde
[England x Reader] You Know You're A Whovian WhenThis Saturday started as any other Saturday would. You woke up, got dressed, and spent the day with the ever-lovable tsundere, Arthur Kirkland, who also happened to be your ever-lovable (tsundere) boyfriend. The two of you had bonded over a mutual hatred of Francis Bonnefoy, from whom Arthur had 'saved' you from one day. Ever since then, the two of you would hang out frequently. You discovered that the two of you not only shared a hatred for the flirtatious Francis, but also a passion for Doctor Who. OK, you maybe a little more than Arthur. Or a lot.[England x Reader] You Know You're A Whovian When9 months ago in Humor More Like This
Here you were now, cuddled up next to your British gentleman on the sofa, watching the latest episode of Doctor Who. The two of you were silent throughout the whole episode, considering it was a season finale. Finally, the episode draws to a close, leaving the both of you just staring at the screen for a bit.
"Well, that just happend," you say, finally breaking the silence. Arthur still seems lost in thought, piecing together the events of
England x Reader Oneshot: Accidents HappenEngland x Reader Oneshot: Accidents Happen7 months ago in Romance More Like This
England x Reader
*BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP*
_____’s annoyingly loud alarm clock blared in her ears at 6 A.M. She groaned, but she knew that she had to get ready for work. ____ dragged herself out of bed and began her morning routine. Recently, ____ had been more eager to wake up and go to work the next day. Why? Well, ____ worked at a coffee shop, and there was one customer in particular who brightened up her day. His name was Arthur Kirkland. He had gorgeous green eyes, strong eyebrows, messy hair, and a thick British accent that drove her wild. They’d become extremely close during the past few months. When she’d first met him, she was merely attracted to him, within weeks it grew into a crush, and within a few months, that crush grew into love.
Arthur had now become a regular at the coffee shop ____ wo
England x Reader - Slot machines, Bets and LiesEngland x Reader - Slot machines, Bets and Lies5 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
“Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own.”
― Robert A. Heinlein
He didn’t think much after hearing [f/n] scream. So when he found himself surrounded by feminine voices yelling and a very surprised (though her face was a bit difficult to read after what the allergy had done to her) [f/n], he didn’t quite understand why at first.
“What happened?” Arthur asked, while checking if she was well.
“That is what I should be saying! My face is huge like a balloon! You haven’t told me about it! And why for heaven’s sake you are in the ladies room?” She yelled back, and he finally took conscious about where he was.
He covered his face with his hands, his face growing red at an alarming pace. Maybe his ears would start to let steam out, like a kettle, because he sure could sure feel the heat coming out of those. He was impressed it hadn’t burn
~Not Again!~ Drunk!EnglandXReader~Not Again!~ Drunk!EnglandXReader9 months ago in Humor More Like This
There you were, reclining in your living room with an episode of your favorite show and a bag of chips. A typically boring Friday night. You were feeling exhausted from exams, and you decided to spend the night in, rather than going out with your friends. Plus Arthur was in the group, and heaven knows you were done with going out in anticipation of a good time, only to end up babysitting your british friend and making sure neither of you died in the process.
Sure, you loved the guy, but his drinking habits were ridiculous. You've never seen anyone deteriorate into an emotional wreck after one shot like Arthur did. One second he was holding an intelligent conversation, and the next he was starting fights and confessing his apparent undying love for you. You've never mentioned the last part to him.
Well, you weren't going to think about that now. This was the first weekend in months where you weren't being dragged out to some party by Alfred or persuaded into some crazy antic by Gilbert
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 EnglandxReader9 months 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
Magician!EnglandxReader: Arthur the GreatArthur smiled as his eyes caught yours in the crowd. His confidence boosted tenfold as he started his next trick.Magician!EnglandxReader: Arthur the Great9 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
The crowd ‘ooo’d and ‘aww’d as Arthur finished his show. “Thank you, ladies and gentleman!” With that he left the stage and went backstage.
“Hello, Arthur,” you said as he walked through the door. You were lounging on his couch waiting for him to return from his show.
“_________,” he said smiling. Slowly he sat down next to you. “How have you been?” he asked kissing you gently.
“As good a wife can be while he husband has been away for so long,” you said giving him a small kiss on the nose.
Arthur smiled, “You could come with me you know?”
You pouted, “Would you really want your wife and three children with you as well?”
“Ma! Can we come in now?” Alfred called from outside the door.
“Sure,” you shouted back and all three boys ran in.