Trying not to hate you EnglandxReader part 8One year later...
"Won't you at least consider it?"
"Damn it Arthur, no means no!"
"Well why the bloody hell not?!"
This was the basic formula for the conversations __________ and Arthur had been having recently. What exactly were they arguing about?
"A baby's a lot of responsibility. It's not like a pet, we have to pay for diapers, food, 18 years of school later on… I just think we should make sure we're taken care of first before we take such a big step forward."
Yep, they were arguing about having a baby. The experience was something Arthur was really looking forward to, but ________ was a little less than eager.
Arthur sighed. "How long do you think that's going to take?"
"I don't know. A few years maybe?"
__________ shrugged. "Sorry."
He frowned. "Alright, cut the crap _________. What's the real reason you don't want to have a baby?"
She turned her head, confused. "What are you talking about? Those all were the real rea
Trying not to hate you- England reader part 9__________'s birthday eventually came to pass, and after several… "attempts", she and Arthur finally conceived a child! They were overjoyed to finally be on this magical journey together…More Like This
Right. Let's go on this trip with them, shall we?
Like any first time parents, these two searched far and wide for any information about pregnancy that they could. Here's what they found vs. what they experienced.
The first trimester of pregnancy is marked by an invisible — yet amazing — transformation. And it happens quickly. Hormones trigger your body to begin nourishing the baby even before tests and a physical exam can confirm the pregnancy. Knowing what physical and emotional changes to expect during the first trimester can help you face the months ahead with confidence.
Sounds like a heartwarming experience right? Wrong.
Arthur shuddered at the sound of _________ purging her breakfast for about the 3rd time today. How could she have anything left? He wasn't sure, but it
Trying not to hate you EnglandxReader part 6Arthur clutched his chest. She… she was in love with someone else? He ran back to the house, trying to hold back tears of his own.More Like This
"Damn it," He cursed. "Just when I thought we could get along, she has to go and do something stupid like this!"
His heart continued to sink. But then something occurred to him…
Why was he so bothered by this? Just because she liked someone else didn't mean they couldn't be friends, right? And since he was with someone now, it wasn't like she could cheat on him. So why did it upset him that she had feelings for another man?
It was then that he realized he had fallen for ___________. God knows why, but he had. He loved that crazy, irritating, rude, wonderful, beautiful, incredible girl.
And she didn't love him.
His heart hurt even more as thought back on the earlier events of today, how she had lead him on. How dare she play with his emotions with that?! He punched a wall in anger.
"Damn her… damn her for making me feel this way…"
Back on her spot on the r
Trying not to hate you EnglandxReader Part 5As rays from the morning sun crept their way through uncovered windows, green eyes slowly fluttered open.More Like This
"Oh… my head…" Arthur grumbled. His head was probably the thing hurting the most, but really his whole body was in pain. Probably because he'd passed out on the floor.
He struggled to get up for a bit, and when he finally did he was rewarded with a spinning room. He tried closing his eyes but this only made it worse, so he simply sat down on the couch and held his head.
"I swear I'm never drinking again…" He said miserably.
"WELL GOOD MORNING, SLEEPYHEAD!!!!" An obnoxious cheery voice yelled, making Arthur feel like someone was putting a jackhammer to his head.
"Ahhh! You git; what's the big idea?!"
________ giggled. "Just getting a little revenge for yesterday."
"Revenge? What are you…" suddenly his face got very red. "Oh God, we didn't… did we?"
"Please, you think I'd let you do anything like that?" She scoffed. Though he did get pretty close…
Despite his condition, ________ prob
Trying not to hate you EnglandxReader part 4And so, the two decided they'd try and get along. Yep, that little bonding moment was all it took for them to call a truce. It's enough to make one wonder if they really could've just gotten along to begin with.More Like This
At least, it would if it wasn't so obvious that they were falling for each other.
The truce between Arthur and _______ didn't last very long, though.In fact, it barely lasted the night. But there was a subtle change in the way they treated each other... They became nicer, bit by bit. It was so minute one could blink and miss it.
Then, one night, things got a jumpstart.
The sun was setting, and ________ was coming back from a nice, relaxing day of sunbathing. She walked into the house and was appalled at what she saw.
Beer bottles. Beer Bottles everywhere. She didn't even KNOW they had beer!
Feeling a little nervous, she cautiously looked around for her husband.
"A-arthur? W-where are you?" she timidly asked.
"In here, lass!" Came the response.
Lass? Since when did he call her
Trying not to hate you EnglandxReader 3The next few days were uneventful. The couple continued going back and forth between awkward moments and wanting to rip each other's throats out.. It seemed like things were getting worse every dayMore Like This
It hilarious to think how hard they were trying to fight the inevitable. It was even funnier to think about how miserably they were failing.
Part one of the glorious honeymoon planned by both their respective parents had come to a close. Now it was time for part two
A little trip on an exclusive island. For a whole month.
"Ugh, could they be any cheesier? _________ groaned. She tried to act pissed, but really she was terrified. A lot could happen between them in a month, especially given the setting. She had to admit, they were pretty slick. She hated it.
"It could always be worse."
_______ was prepared to challenge that accusation, but she remembered a certain song from a Christmas movie from her childhood and suddenly, she didn't feel like it. She just hummed the song to herse
Trying not to hate you EnglandxReader part 2________ woke up first the next day. Gazing at the clock, she saw it was only 7:09, so she shut eyes once more.More Like This
They shot open immediately when she felt arms around her waist.
"A-arthur?" She whispered, not really trying to wake him.
Arthur merely grumbled in response and pulled _______ closer to him, his warm breath on her neck. She shuddered at the feeling.
Oh, and the fact that he had morning wood wasn't really helping either.
Why are you conspiring against me, universe? She wondered as she felt her resolve to slip out of his grasp slowly slipping away. Just as she was about to give in, she heard a gasp from behind her and the warmth left her.
"What the hell?!"
His screaming was enough to break her out of her whatever trance she was in.
"T-that's what I should be asking you!"
"I don't know how that happened!"
"Surrrre you don't!"
"I- I don't! I swear!"
"Whatever." She got of bed and made her way to the couch.
"What are you doing?"
"Sleeping on the couch so what
Trying not to hate you- EnglandxReader"Do you, _______take this man, Arthur Kirkland as your husband, to love him and to honor him, to nurture, serve and support him, in times of joy and in times of difficulty? Do you promise to remain by his side regardless of what trouble befalls you, and in the presence of temptation to forsake this love, do you promise to remain steadfast and true? Do you promise with all your heart and soul to honor this vow till death do you part?"More Like This
_______ wanted to say "I don't". This was wrong, so wrong! She didn't want this! She didn't love this man, she didn't even like him! She was in love with another man, for Christ's sake! She looked back at said person, Alfred, smiling happily in the crowd. Oh, if he only he knew
No, him knowing wouldn't do any good. It would cause trouble. She had been forcefully engaged by her parents, and now she was getting married, and that was that. So ______ had no choice but to let her feelings remain secret
This didn't mean she accepted Arthur t
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England x Reader
Contest entry for :icondragonmunchy:
Arthur smiled as he looked at the (Favorite Flowers) sitting on the flower stand outside the store.
He bent down and gently tore a petal off, bringing to his cheek to feel to softness of the silk-like material.
Tucking the petal into his jean pocket, Arthur picked up the pot of (Favorite Flowers) and brought them to the little girl selling them.
"Here, miss. I'll be buying these ones here." Arthur said as he handed a five dollar bill to the short brunette.
She beamed up at him with bright eyes. "Thank you, sir!" She exclaimed, gently placing the money in her little messenger bag like it could break if she held it to roughly.
Arthur smiled, ruffling her hair with his free hand, and walked to his car that was parked in the parking lot.
He fumbled with his keys until they slipped from his grasp, landing with a clatter on
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Love at first sight.
Arthur didn't believe in such things at all. Those things - he thought they were completely absurd and utterly idiotic. There is no such thing as love at first sight. How would you know that you were going to dedicate your life with that person at first glance? How stupid, he would say. Although he may believe in things such as dark arts and magic and whatnot, he never believed in things that involved romance. Ah, yes.. Romance. He didn't despise it, he didn't like it very much either. He felt nothing of it at all. And sometimes, just for a few times, he would wonder why.
And that is when he met a beautiful woman of his age at a certain cafe. She was probably a year younger than him, he never bothered to ask. He never also bothered to ask for her name. But oh dear Lord, she was the most majestic woman he had ever laid his eyes on. Cliché as it may sound, she was truly, wonderfully, perfect. She was not too fancy, nor too plain at all. She usual
England x Reader- The Fairy DanceYou couldn't suppress the smile that brightened your face like the summer sun as you ran into the forest behind your father's cottage. The other villagers had been frightened of the forest for people said there was a wizard who lived in the forest. He was said to abduct beautiful young virgins and make them one of his many wives for all of eternity, never to see their parents or village again.More Like This
You, however, thought the rumor was hogwash. You shared your fathers opinion on the matter. He had told you many a time that the other villagers were just scared of the unknown, but that you still shouldn't wander into the forest alone because of wild animals. Yes, your father was a logical man. One thing that he did seem to agree with the villagers on about the rumor of the wizard was that your should not enter the forest.
You'd broken this rule many years ago. The forest was such a wonderful place. How could it possibly hold the horrid and menacing things the villagers said? Ten years you'd com
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Take my hand, I'll teach you to dance.
I'll spin you around, won't let you fall down.
Would you let me lead? You can step on my feet.
Give it a try, it'll be alright
"But, I don't even know how to dance" you mumble, looking down with an embarrassed expression. "And that is why I signed you up for lessons. Did you learn nothing from them, ___?" your father sternly spoke, narrowing his eyes just a bit.
"A proper young lady needs to know how to dance elegantly"
Yeah, yeah, yeah. A proper young lady needs to know everything. You got that established already. But maybe you weren't a proper lady. Who cares? You didn't ask for such a duty. You often dreamed of leaving this place and having a simple life. But, sadly, you were the only child and had the duties of becoming the next heir.
"Tomorrow's the ball. You will have to find a husband by the end of the night. You'd best practice dancing now than" your father spoke, scowling. Your mother on the other hand, si
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*Please read description
Also, there is some very ... interesting swearing
Arthur loved (name), he honestly did … but sometimes you were too much for him. Today was one of those days. You were still in bed since you had a day off work, playing on your phone shouting some very colorful words. Also, being a lady, cursing normally would NEVER suit someone of your taste so you found some very … interesting word choices and they go like this.
“YOU ARE A MISERABLY PEDESTRIAN ROUGE AND A NARCISSISTIC, BUG-EYED EXCREMENT STAIN ON A SUMO WRESTLER’S UNDERPANTS !!!”
“YOU ARE AN UNCONSCIONABLE REVOLTING ONANIST AND A MISERABLE, FLEA_ INFESTED MOLESTER OF SMALL FURRY ANIMALS !!!”
“YOU ARE AN OUTRAGEOUSLY LASCIVIOUS SNEAK AND A PREPOSTEROUS, SOUL-DESTROYING PROOF THAT GOD HAS A DISTURBING SENSE OF HUMOR !!!”
“YOU ARE A CONFOUNDEDLY BOORISH CONTEMPTIBLE MORON AND A MALODOROUS, INTERNET-ADDICTED WRETCHED TO ALL WHO ENCOUNTER YOU !!!!!
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You sighed for the ‘nth time’ ever since the sun set down; you looked at your silver wristwatch to check the time, you frowned when you realized how late it is already. You have to finish the report before the morning or else your British boss might cut your salary. You rested your chin at your palm as you stared at the monitor-checking the financial report that you will explain the next week. Your eyes traveled from the expenses to the income. Everything’s just fine, good thing you’re using excel since your high school days, now you’re a professional when it comes to rushing paperwork and finishing it nicely.
You spaced out for a moment, realizing that you already finished everything, including the graph. It’s already 1am and it’s pretty dangerous to go home alone, especially crime is everywhere in this busy city. You finished 4 cups of espresso and now you can’t sleep, yo
Blind!England x Reader - Only your touch [Short]Her fingers touched my skin and I felt my heart almost flatter. Even though my eyes were open, the only thing I could see was pure darkniss. I wanted to see her. I wanted to look into her beautiful eyes and see the reflection of my face in them.More Like This
But I couldn't and to know this felt like an unbearable pain.
(Name) laughed softly and kissed my forehead.
"You look wonderful today, Arthur.", she said. My lips curled to a smile and I had to chuckle. She was so nice and such a lovely person. Hearing her voice, was like listening to a sweet, beautiful lullaby. I could have listened to it for hours.
I streched my arm into the air, trying to find her face. On half of the way, she touched my hand and lead me to her cheek. It felt so soft and warm... Blood began to rise into my cheeks. She laughed quiet and then she whispered those words, that made my heart began to run everytime:
"I love you, Arthur."
And even though I would never see my adorable (name)'s face, even though I would never see her
England x Reader. You were so Great... Britain...You hadn't seen any sign of England since yesterday. You went to the meeting he was supposed to be at, even though your weren't a nation. All you were was the human he'd fallen in love with. But still you went, hoping he might decide to show up. Nothing. You knew it was pointless to ring him, his phone was turned off. There was only one thing left for you to do.More Like This
"Right. I've had enough of this. I'm going to find out what's wrong with him. He could be dead for all any of us know!" You said determinedly.
"No. He's not." America told you. "There would be another England. To take Arthur's place."
"..." You looked at the American for a few moments. "Well, I'm still going. I'm worried about him!" You told him, glancing at the rest of the Allies in the small meeting room, before walking out.
Where was he? What was wrong with him? Was he okay? So many questions bounced about inside your skull, but you ignored them for now, getting into your car.
It didn't tak
England x Country!Reader. Meeting distractions."Come on love, we're going to be late." England was trying to pull you gently towards the meeting room, fingers interlaced with yours.More Like This
"Who cares?" You sulked, dragging your feet as you walked next to him. "I hate these stupid meetings, they're always pointless... Nothing ever gets done."
"That's not the point. The meetings are important and we have to go to them." He told you, leading you up to the large double doors that lead to the meeting room.
"But... I bet they wouldn't miss us if we skipped just one..." You gave him your best puppy-eyes.
"No. Now come on." The blonde pushed open one of the doors to complete carnage. People were stood around in small groups, yelling at eachother.
"Hey, it's quite calm today." You commented.
"Mm..." England took his seat at the table and tried to ignore everything that was going on. You sat beside him as you always did, doing the same as him. Though you glanced up and spotted Germany, sat at the head of the table. His jaw was squared
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A Night at Work
England x Reader for phoenix5101
Daylight has escaped the sky as you walked into the bar. The sky rumbles with thunder promising rain once again. The bartender knows you by name because, well, he's your boss. He waves at you with a weak smile.
"Hey, ____. You're early for your shift." He looks at you for a moment. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I just didn't sleep well so I am not feeling too good and also this weather isn't going to help."
"Lighten up, it's a Tuesday. Business will be slow and you're not working on Friday or Saturday night. You don't have to worry about crowds at all this week." The thought bought a small smile on my face. "There we go! Now please try to be nice and smile for any customers tonight. I need to leave for most of the night but I should be back in time to lock up."
"Okay please be back on time to lock up. I really don't want to deal with any late stragglers by myself tonight."
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"Please (y/n)? It would be a brilliant joke!" begged Peter. He was using his almost irresistible puppy dog eyes. Good thing for (y/n), they were only almost irresistible. She sighed, trying to repress the annoyance in her voice as she responded.
"No, Peter, I really think we ought to take England's threat into consideration and leave him alone." Peter sniffed. He really loved spending time with (y/n), she was nice to him unlike most actual countries and she made great hamburgers. He just wished she was willing to lighten up every once and a while and stop hiding in her shell.
"Your just saying that 'cause he threatened to tell America about how you really feel." he pouted. (Y/n) buried her head into her knees, trying to hide her blush from Peter. America, or Alfred or Alfie as she called him, was (y/n)'s best friend. She had developed a crush on him when they were both children. She tried dismissing it as nothing m
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*Warning! Small amount of violence!*
(You're a neko (cat ears and tail, but the rest of you is human!)
A pair of strong hands collided with your chest, pushing you back up against the damp brick wall. You hissed in pain and pulled your cat-like ears back in an angry manner. You could also feel your lips instinctively pull back, revealing your sharp canines. You regret taking this shortcut home already.
You had had a long, stressful day at work. Business had been booming lately, and your boss has been making you work over time. It was really taking a toll on you; getting up in the morning was getting close to impossible. All you wanted to do now is get home and sleep, and maybe eat a little chocolate?
Obviously you’re not going to get home as early as you thought.
“Let go off me!” you commanded, trying to so sound firm, but your voice still wobbled with some uneasiness. The stranger chuckled at your frightened face, revealing his disgusting rotting teeth.
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There you were, fighting for your life in that dark, moldy alley way. Your desperate cries for help remained unheard as the man pinned you harder to the damp wall. The man’s fingers fumbled around his pockets, looking for his desired object. You screamed and yelled until your throat was raw, but it was no use. No one could hear you. No one will save you. You were destined to die young with a knife in your belly.
The dream dissolved as your eyes shot open. You stared up at the ceiling, still trying to decipher if this was still a dream, or you were back in cold reality. You couldn’t help but notice how bleach white your room was. The walls, the bed and even the door was a blinding white that made your eyes water.
You shielded your eyes from the cold walls with your hand. You froze when you saw tiger-like cuts twirling around your slightly swollen fingers.
“What the hell?” you muttered, twisting your wrist and observing the cuts. Were you in a fight? Is the rest o
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‘Maybe this Alfred guy wasn’t all as bad as you thought? Maybe he’s not like all those other men? Maybe, just maybe, he likes you for who you are, and not for your body.’
You shook those awkward thoughts from your head. Yes, this Alfred boy was nice, but what if it was all an act? What if he was trying to trick you? Just like your friend’s brother did? You had to be extra careful around this boy.
You poked your head out of the bedroom and scanned down the corridor. You could hear the clangs and clacks from plates coming from what you guessed was the kitchen. You followed the loud noises, assuming they would lead you to noisy Alfred. You stepped through the kitchen door and stared at the humming man in front of you, flipping eggs and frying bacon.
The kitchen... it was surprisingly clean. You thought it would have looked like a pigsty, but no, everything was put away in their correct places and there were no stains from earlier spills. You cleared your t
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You poked the crispy bacon with your fork, stabbing it and placing it gently on your soft pink tongue. The intense meaty flavour thrilled your taste buds as you chewed your first bite. Your stomach hungrily accepted the meal and demanded more.
You savoured each bite, almost forgetting that Alfred was there. He seemed to have forgotten about you too as he munched away on his own meal. You stared at him, amazed by how fast he devoured his plate and chugged down his orange juice. He caught your surprised eye and flashed you a large smile. You returned the friendly gesture and placed another strip of bacon in your mouth.
“So, __________?” Alfred asked as he grabbed his second load of bacon. “What’s it like being a neko? Like, do your ears and tail get annoying sometimes?” His blue eyes flickered up to your cat-like ears.
“Yes and no. Sleeping is sometimes difficult with the tail. And when I was young I used to always stand on it and trip over,” you
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You collapsed down on your couch, exhausted from the never ending stream of sleepless nights. You reassured yourself over and over again that you didn’t like Alfred, and that it was impossible to fall in love only within a day of knowing someone. But even the bright colours flashing on the T.V could not distract you from your deep thoughts.
You thought of his confused face when you pushed him away. The sadness that wobbled his voice when he cried after you as you ran. The warm tears and cold air that stung your eyes. Maybe you shouldn’t have ran. Or maybe it was just your cat instincts going wild, trying to prevent something that had happened to you before.
You shivered as you thought of ‘that’ time. The time you were tricked by that terrible boy and lured into his bedroom. Your friend’s brother seemed like a nice guy, but it was all a joke. You still remember his large hands pushing you down on his bed and that huge, crazy smile that dimpled his cheeks. T
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“Oh, hello dear.”
You stopped your quiet walking and peered over your shoulder at the familiar the voice. Your eyes connected with a pair of tired green orbs.
“Arthur?” you asked, turning around fully to meet the man face to face. He smiled weakly, revealing his perfect white teeth, but you could still see the bitterness that glazed his eyes. His hair was shaggy, just like it was when you first meet him, but it wasn’t as shiny and vibrant. He looked exhausted.
“Hello,” he said again, his electric green eyes penetrating (e/c) ones. You gulped and shifted uneasily on your feet, the air between you two growing awkward and silent.
“Um, so what are you doing out here so late?” you asked, trying to spark a conversation between the two of you. But Arthur just glared at you, his smile beginning to fade into an unhappy frown.
“I was about to ask the same thing,” he said dryly. You glared back at him, trying your best
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~Alfred’s Point of View~
I snuggled deeper into the soft sheets, trying desperately to block out my noisy sister in the next room. Usually I would be in there with her, watching a scary movie or singing a country folk song, but tonight, I’m just not in the mood.
I sighed and stared up at the dark ceiling. I mustn’t be so sad all the time. I’m Alfred F. Jones, the happy, hamburger-munching American! Not the sulking, soul-draining emo. I know I’m making Arthur miserable too, but I just can’t help it. I just... I don’t know if I hurt her. What if she thought I was going to rape her? To never let her go and keep her as a sex slave for the rest of her life?
I ran through all the worst possible scenarios, making me feel even more like shit.
“That night,” I whispered to myself, “I just... I needed to help her. Yes, I may have lied to her about over-powering that man, but she needed the confidence. She needed- AMELIA! WILL YOU KEEP IT
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[England x Pregnant!Reader]
Anyone in their right state of mind would notice that Arthur was distracted. They were arguing as always, yet the Brit wasn't saying a word. He wasn't yelling at Alfred for his idiotic ideas, he wasn't succumbing to the need to strangle the French man next to him, and his attention wasn't even drawn to Ludwig when he took control of the meeting. Another average World Summit meeting, but without Arthur prolonging activities, they actually accomplished a few things.
"England!" America yelled at the top of his booming voice.
The country spoken to looked over to the younger nation in slight confusion and anger at his thoughts being interrupted.
"What's wrong, dude? You've been quiet all day." He asked, worry lacing his usually chaotic voice.
"'e 'asn't even tried to strangle me."
Butler!England x Master!Reader ~Like it? LEMON~A/N: This story is from Black Butler YEah everything from the symbol to the butler (this makes no sense at all XD) Anywho!More Like This
Hope you like it dear readers!
You were a rich teenage girl who had no family. They died from a fire. Your house was burned everything including all your memories from it. Your aunt was kind to rebuild your house. You felt so lonely. You had no one by yourside. Your aunt was to busy and she always travels cause of her business. 2 days after that incident, you went to a store. A person appeared from the dark room. He asked you if you were lonely and you nodded. He asked you if you were sad and you nodded again. He said he could give you a butler to be with. You thought for awhile then nodded. He brought you to the dark room he was in awhile ago. You sat in a velvet chair and he left you there with a crow on the bird stand. "If you are asking for a butler, you have to accept the contract." it spoke but it didn't shock you. You furro
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WARNING England might be a bit ooc >_
I'm Coming After You(Cop!EnglandxThief!Reader) SFMore Like This
I saw your face in a criminal sketch
Don't be alarmed 'cause you don't know me yet
I'm on the prowl now, sniffing around this town for you
Calling all cars, there's an officer down
Shot to the heart on the night on the town, and
The evidence of your fingerprints was found, and now
You had done it again. That's right, you [First Name] [Last Name] had broken in to yet another house and the police had been notified. You really had to learn to be a bit sneakier. After all, you only did this to get by! ...And then some. A cop was on your tail, you really hoped you wouldn't have to shoot him like the last one. The look of pain on the late officers face was too much for you to bear seeing again. You had a special type of relationship with the officers, you were friendly with them but still ran. It was more like a never-ending game of tag in a child's backyard rather than police officers chasing a criminal. You looked back for a moment and smiled. You knew this one, he was
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Freckles & Cupcakes ~ 2p England X Reader
(Name) (LastName) smiled as she gazed at the man on the otherwise of the counter. He was so unusual! However, this only made the (HairColour) (HairLength) female fall more in love. Oliver had such amazing eyes. Lolly blue with candy floss pink swirls. The pink was swirling lazily, giving off the effect of peacefulness. His hair was short and fluffy, and it was a candy floss pink! So adorable~
People always said the Oliver Kirkland was mad. A murder. However, from the day you met him, you life had turned around completely.
"Oliver..... Look I would love to go to your house... But to study? I mean seriously...." (Name) moaned.
The pink haired male turned to her and grinned.
"Don't worry poppet~! My family are.... Well.... Ok their not that nice but they try their best~!" Oliver said.
(Name) rolled her (EyeColour) orbs. But she still followed him anyway.
Oliver pushed open an old looking oak door, revealing the interio
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"Ugh, I hate history." you groaned yourself.
"What do you mean? You're an straight "A" student, even you got A's on history." Your best friend, Natasha said.
"I know but history makes me sleepy. I love all the subjects except THAT one." You said as you lay on the desk table at class.
You're an straight "A" high school student, Senior year, and 18 years old and ready for school to be over and graduate. You have a best friend named Natasha. You've been with her since elementary school and look out for each other like sisters. Your parents died of car accident last year and stayed at your parents house by yourself with help pay by your grandparents and with full time job with good pay. You work at doctor's assistant that your mother used to work before she died. You always loved school, every subjects and classmates, except history and lots of school boys who had crush on you.
When the class bell rings, the history is about to start.
"Alright class, this week's project is going
DarkKing!EnglandxServant!Reader: Word is Law Ch1You were standing quietly in the hallway of the castle you called home. Like many of the servants you were born in the castle which was viewed as being a huge honor. The king was always kind to you and the other servants. He especially was kind to you since your mother was the favorite servant of his late wife. You also had the same birthday as his beloved queen. So the king made sure that your work was always easy and your day in the castle was cheerful and joyful. But today you were in tears because the king finally passed away after years of fighting an illness. Tears rolled down your _______ cheeks before falling to the floor. You stared at the all black uniform you were wearing. It was decided that all the workers would wear black out of respect of the dead kind.More Like This
“_________, the princess called you to her chambers.” Felicia said softly, you could hear her voice cracking. You looked up at your friend who was wi
England x Reader - Don't Call Me During Doctor Who It was a Saturday night and I sat on the couch, my legs pulled up to my chest and my friend, Alfred, watching baseball next to me. He kept slapping my leg and shouting at the screen. I sighed and leaned my head on my hand.More Like This
"Hey Alfred?" I said.
"What?" he pulled his eyes away from the screen long enough to give me an irritated look.
"I think I'm gonna go over to Arthur's and-"
He looked at me all panicked and checked the time on his phone, "Oh I wouldn't go over there now."
I raised an eyebrow, "Why's that?"
He snorted and handed me his phone, returning his gaze to the screen, "Go ahead and try to even CALL him. He won't want to talk."
Snatching the phone from him, I punched Arthur's number in the held the phone to my ear. It rang forever before going to voice mail. Irritated, I called again. Again, it went to voice mail. I began to get worried. I called again then turned to Alfred.
"What's wrong? Is he hurt or something?"
Russia x Reader ------- The ScarfI do not own Hetalia, nor do I own you (you belong to Russia! )More Like This
I do own this story
And also, I made Russia's scarf REALLY long ~_~ sssooo yeah
It was a normal day for the Allies. England, France, and America were fighting over nothing again. China was looking like he was analyzing something (although he kept sneaking glances at the Russian), Canada was being ignored (poor Canada ), and Russia was just smiling as usual. The more China glanced at Russia, the more he started to wonder about the country. The one thing that China REALLY wanted to know, was why the HELL did a big scary country like him where a PINK SCARF all the time! Was it because he had no scarves to hide some kind of injury? Was it because he was used to wearing a scarf that he didn't realize how hot it was in the room? Was it because he put his white or red scarf in with whites or reds? China's curiosity grew and grew. He wasn't sure what
Chibi!AmericaxBabysitter!ReaderxChibi!CanadaMore Like This
You looked down at the two children you would be babysitting.
“Now, Francis and I will be back around six, are you sure you’ll be alright?”
Looking up you nodded. “I’ll be fine Mr. Kirkland.”
The Brit nodded and left with his friend.
A tiny hand grabbed your pant leg, “Miss ____________...”
“I’m Matthew…” he said sadly looking down.
“I’m sorry Matthew,” you said kneeling down to hug the little boy who was tearing up. “Will your forgive me?”
Matthew nodded looking up at you with wide violet-blue eyes.
“Miss __________, will you play with us?” Alfred said a little loudly.
Picking up Matthew you nodded and followed Alfred down to the game room.
“I want to play CandyLand…” Matthew said quietly.
“Let’s play video games.”
Matthew pulled on your shirt sleeve, “Please…can we play CandyLand?”
Semicolon (EnglandxReader)SemicolonMore Like This
The high-pitched ringing of Arthur Kirkland’s phone woke him up in the silence of the night and, glaring at the obnoxious device, he quickly answered it while rubbing his duly throbbing temples. An irritated “Hello?” was muttered from his end as he stared at the numbers on his alarm clock. It was nearly midnight.
“Mr. Kirkland?” a quiet voice stuttered into the receiver and Arthur felt his fatigue disappear.
Furrowing his thick brows, he swallowed, “Yes. Who is this?”
The hushed voice didn’t answer. “I- I know that you gave us your number with the intent of homework help, and I know it’s late, but-” the voice wavered weakly, “but I need your help with something- something else.”
Something in the Brit’s heart panged and he tried to recognize the caller’s voice. “Of course, love, anything you need.”
There was a relieved gasping of air on the other end as t
England. Gun shot.Hello.More Like This
My name is Arthur Kirkland.
Though no one ever calls me that.
The United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland; My official name, a jumble of useless vowels and consonants that no one bothers to remember. They don’t even call me that.
England, Britain, Brit, Limey…
Names aren’t important anyways. Look at me! I’m rambling about useless information.
Let’s start again. If we’re going to do this, we’re going to do it proper.
My name is Arthur Kirkland.
I go by various titles, but Arthur is a particular favorite of mine I save for special circumstances.
The only people I have ever let call me Arthur are my younger brothers. My older brothers did it without even asking.
I hate them. My older brothers, they were monstrous. Everyone who ever took care of me were horrible.
I’m not trying to sound unthankful, believe me, I’m not. I’m sure they really did love me. Deep down.
They were terrible at expressing it.
I'm Sorry: England x Sick!Reader“_____, I love you more than anything in the entire world.” Arthur said.More Like This
You turned to look up at him, adjusting yourself as you rested in his arms. “And I you.” Sighing you looked at him. He was just everything you could ever want in a man. “But we need to talk.”
“What is it, poppet?” he asked, his expression immediately filled with concern.
You bit your lip. This wasn’t something you wanted to talk about, now or ever, but it was something you had to deal with. “I- I suppose it’s better for you to know.” you whisper quietly, taking advantage of his close proximity to not have to speak loudly. “I-I’m sick, Arthur.”
Immediately he tightened his grip on you, “Sick? What do you mean? Do you feel feverish? Do you need a doctor?”
“Arthur, calm down. I-I’ve been to a doctor.” You were quickly flashing from being too hot, to being freezing, but you remained in Arthur’s
The Occupants of 221C (EnglandXReader)It had been three years. Three years since Sherlock Holmes took a swan dive of the top of St. Barts. Three years since John Watson sank into a terrible depression in a response. Three years since you and your husband Arthur moved into 221c Baker Street to help him cope with day to day life without his dearest friend.More Like This
His limp had returned, he barely left the apartment, and sometimes you heard him muttering to an unseen person Arthur assumed was a manifestation his mind had conjured up as a way to cope with his grief. Poor Mrs. Hudson was constantly fretting over the bags under his eyes and the hollowness of his cheeks, and you couldn’t blame her at all. John Watson was the mere shell of the man he once was, the man Sherlock Holmes had helped make him.
Arthur was a profiler for Scotland Yard, which was incidentally how the two of you met, and how he knew and became somewhat-friends with Sherlock. You smiled as you remembered the day. You had been mugged, and Arthur was assigned yo
Magic: England x ReaderWhen you were little, you loved magic more than anything. Every single aspect of it was fascinating, and you would have been completely satisfied to see any magical creature at all.More Like This
Then, one fateful day, you met Arthur Kirkland.
And you fell in love.
Sure, it was a little kid crush, and you also had a few shameful ones on cartoon characters, but he was the most amazing thing that had ever happened to you.
It was in late July, and uncharacteristically chilly for such a time of year, making it seem a bit more like fall than summer. You were outside hunting for magical creatures, a little disposable camera and binoculars in your knapsack.
You walked into a field, stalking the creatures and looking for fairies. Then you saw him. A little boy sat in the center of the field, crying. Of course, you didn’t notice he was crying, as he was surrounded by magical creatures!
So, walking slowly and with purpose, you made your way over to the boy, bright (e/c)eyes locked on the unicorn. You co
EnglandXReader- A Minty IntrusionMore Like This
Quick and fluffy to break the pace (not that there's much of one) from my series "According to Francis."
HAPPY HAPPY DAY (HAHAHAHAHA HERO VOICE) XD
Arthur Kirkland felt cursed. His magical "friend," Flying Mint Bunny, had been following him around all day, teasing him about... Could he even say it? Arthur really didn't know if he could talk about the reason he was being bullied by a bunny. He was so used to just keeping his feelings inside and pushing people away when they tried to break the ice covering his heart. His *cough ONLY cough* friend Kiku dubbed this phenomenon as being "tsundere."
"You have to talk about your feelings, Iggy, or no one will ever understand you and want to be your friend. I know I wouldn't want to hang out with someone who couldn't hold a conversation without getting distant, and (name) probably won't either." the high pitched and supposedly "cute" voice
Sanity is Overrated: 2p!England x Reader You walked along the pathway of your friend Oliver's garden. On your way to visit him, you let yourself in the back gate to admire the fantastic garden. It was like a cross between Alice in Wonderland and some Doctor Seuss plants. Everything you saw made you want to grin, especially the long table out in the middle. That table made you think of all the crazy tea parties you had had with the peculiar fellow. Although, there hadn't been anything written about cupcakes by Lewis Carroll, precisely...More Like This
Ollie was such a sweetie...
"_____!" Oliver yelled, running up to you in a storm of pattering footfalls. You stopped on the placid pathway and smiled at your friend. However, instantly your mood soured in seeing the distressed look on his face and the tears streaming down his cheeks. You caught him skillfully in a tight hug while he sobbed into the hollow of your neck.
You asked worriedly, yet all the same calmingl
Denial: England x Dead!ReaderDenial is a funny thing. It can twist up the past, crumple things up, and alter your perspective. Arthur did really see the other car coming towards him.More Like This
He did hear your scream pierce his ears.
He did see you cover your bulging stomach quickly, a small attempt to protect his and your unborn child. Squinting your once beautiful (e/c) eyes in expectation, you braced for impact.
And he saw the bright crimson blood splatter wildly against the windshield before it shattered.
Arthur could see all the beer bottles left shattered around the car as well. As he saw that, he vomited, the retching inspiring gut wrenching pain in his side.
But Arthur couldn’t really register you how you got taken away.
He could see the sheet covering your face as he lay trapped in the car, woozy and bleeding profusely.
But somehow he could also see your face was bloodied and marred. He knew that both you and his baby were no longer alive.
Arthur couldn’t accept any of it, however. It was just so
Worthless (EnglandXReader)CAUTION: SWEARING, BULLYING, AND SUICIDE. MAY BE TRIGGERINGMore Like This
A gentle creaking resounded through the air as a gentle breeze stirred the object dangling in front of the school entrance. The first of the teachers to arrive didn’t notice it at first, she was far too distracted with juggling her files of graded papers and laptop, but one glance upwards sent everything she was carrying tumbling to the ground. A loud scream pierced the serene silence of the early morning as she stared at the body dangling from the top of a flagpole.
The wind caught a piece of paper, carrying from the dead teenagers hand to the shocked woman below. Catching the note, the teacher scanned it before choking on a sob and took out her cell phone to call the police.
______ ______ was dead, and people needed to know.
You were getting ready for school, nothing new. You had a terrible feeling in the pit of your stomach that today was going to be horrible, so you broke out your power outfit. Je
Mad Hatter!England X ReaderArthur sighed as he looked down at his silver watch. He crinkled his abnormally large eyebrows together, smashing the watch down on the table. “Bloody hell. Right when I needed it too. Can't the poxy watch finally work for once?” He sighed, leaning back at his chair. He looked out in front of him. His cup was half filled with tea, plate covered in crumbs and a half eaten tea biscuit. He glanced at the watch again. “Six o'clock. Still tea time. I want a clean cup.” That being said, he moved to the next chair over.More Like This
“No room!” He called out as the dead grass crunched under the approaching feet.
The British man didn't even looked up as he poured himself another cup of tea. “No room. There is no more room. Isn't that much obvious?”
“But...There are so many open chairs!” The voice rose a pitch with its anger. “You do realize you are sitting at a table alone, do you not?”
Sighing again, Arthur glanced
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You twirled around in your new pink skirt.
I look cute! I guess....
You stopped twirling and turned your head into your bedroom mirror and adjusted the flower barrette to hold back your newly-cut bangs. Then, you adjusted your newest pink shirt that matched your skirt. "Alright, now I'm ready for school!" You shouted to yourself.
I wake up in the morning
And immediately I start to think of you
I decided to cut my bangs
Just to hear you say, "What happened?"
A pink skirt, and a flower barette
And it's time to go
I'm looking super cute today!
You looked around, hoping to find him. "Ni-Hao!" A familiar voice called out. You turned around to meet familiar amber-brown eyes. "O-Oh hi, Yao!" You stammered while looking down at the ground to avoid eye contact. "You look nice. What happened to your hair?" Yao smiled. "Well.... I just wanted to cut my bangs!" You nervously laughed. "Something wrong?" You shook your head for no. "I-I have to get to class." And with that, you wer
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"Are there anymore…?" You ask him, referring to his countless injuries. There are no life-threatening wounds, but the fact that he's hurt bothers you to begin with. You hate it when Alfred gets hurt. It doesn't happen often, but when it does, you can't help but want to lock him away from all the dangers of the world, keeping him safe from any harm.
"No, you got all of them, [Name]. I owe you big time."
You nod, stomach churning and flipping around. America sits on the couch with a small slouch, most of his body covered in bandages. His left eye is quite the shiner and throbs whenever its touched.
"Who did this to you?" You question the blonde quietly. He didn't reply the first time you asked, instead, he ignored you. But you have to know. It's beginning to eat you alive.
"It doesn't matter, does it?" he smiles. "I still have you."
"Alfred…" Your voice trails away.
"Hey, don't look like that, [Name]! I'm perfectly fine!" Alfred laughs just as lou
Italy x Reader: Pretty PicturesYou slipped into the hallway, the hall pass in your hand making you grin. Not being in class was one of the coolest feelings in the world. You strolled down the long passage, in no rush to get to your destination, since getting there meant you would have to go back to class shortly afterwards.More Like This
Your destination was supposedly the ladies restroom, but you planned to make a stop at the vending machines on the way there. The snickers bar was practically calling to you…
“Ve~! _______!” You turned to see a bouncy Italian halfway through the process of glomping you, his feet leaving the ground and his arms outstretched for a hug.
“Feli-!” You squeaked as he finished the hug, almost knocking you over. He rubbed his face on yours like a cat, making soft “Ve… Ve..!” noises.
“_______! Where are you going?” He asked expectantly, looking up at you with his big amber eyes. You laughed, the days where him being so close to you would make y
Hetalia Seven Minutes In Heaven Sealand (Adult)More Like This
You walk up to America's hat, glad that it's finally your turn and immediately begin searching for an item. As you search, something soft wraps around your hand, you lift your hand up and see something a light blue. It looked a bit like a handkerchief but bigger. After giving it a second look you recognized it as Sealand's old neck tie. "Hey Sealand, I got your item." You waved around the neck tie above your head.
"Oh, alright then I'm coming." Sealand happily walked up to you, a smile covering his face and locked your arm in his. "I sure hope you're ready for this, I've become quite a ladies man you know." He gave you a playful wink. "Now, shall we adjourn to the closet my dear?"
"I think you two had better, you're staring to give me the creeps man. Now hurry up or I'll start docking your time." America lead you and Sealand to the closet and locked you both inside.
"Weird, I wonder why I creep him out. Maybe It's my new found manliness or something." Sealan
Grandpa!RomexMom!Reader Kids saySometimes I wish my kids didn't have such a big mouth.More Like This
Augustus, my father and by extension, their grandfather, and his wife were visiting us for the holidays. The kids loved him; as did I.
But of course, since we didn't see them very often, there was a lot of catching up for us to do. And unfortunately, for my children, the most embarrassing memories were the ones that got told.
For the most part, they tattled on each other, like Antonio teasing Feliciano for not knowing where the Korean war was fought, Or Feliciano mocking Lovino for the way he sleeps with his feet uncovered because he feels like the blankets suffocate his feet. Hell, my father even got in on the fun himself, mocking my mom for her love of zumba classes and the way she does the YMCA dance when they take their daily walk.
But then, sometimes they turn on me.
This car ride happened to be one of those times.
All I was saying was that I'm not a violent person, given certain circumstances that would cause Gha
PrussiaXReader ~ EinsamkeitThough I look like I'm lecturing,More Like This
I'm actually just talking
It's not really...
At times my face may look grim,
But I'm actually just cold
Though I don't mind it...
You are on the battlefield and you tried to defend your home country Prussia. You love the leader, Gilbert Beilschmidt, and you swore him, that you always will be his servant and soldier. You feel cold, because it is snowing since hours.
I take pride in work that needs delicacy,
But my fingers are too big
Even if I'm said to be "generally adequate,"
I don't understand
You lay on the ground and thinking about the old times. You know that you would die soon, because your body is full of the red liquid. Every move hurt, so you decided before, not to move. You close your eyes and smile. You are alone and no one is there to help you.
I want to be found
Gilbert was often here for you and you knew his combat tactics, but unfortunately they failed. Yo
GerFem!Ita: Buon Weihnachten! "I'll be back soon, sorellina. I promise," Romano said, giving Italy a tight hug as she frowned and her honey colored eyes watered. He hated to see his little sister like this, but he didn't know what he could do about it.More Like This
"I know, I know, I'll just miss you so much!" Italy exclaimed.
"You know, you could always come with me. Spain wouldn't mind it at all. You know that," Romano suggested.
"No, it's fine. You guys probably want to do manly things anyways. I'll figure something out. I'll be fine, I promise!" Italy dismissed, forcing a smile.
"Are you sure?" Romano asked skeptically.
"I'm sure," Italy replied.
"Well... Alright. I need to go now, though, or I'll miss my train. I love you, sorellina. Buon Natale," Romano said, kissing Italy on
Oneshot: Hong Kong x Reader - Tongue"C’mon, show me again. I want to take a picture!"More Like This
"Jeez, Leon! I’m just asking you to stick your tongue out!"
Leon looked annoyed, but you could tell he was enjoying all this attention you were giving him. He leaned back in his chair, casually kicking his feet up onto his desk with a dull thump. He gave you a look, squinting his golden brown eyes and pursing his lips. You smiled. This Cantonese boy was ridiculously good at making funny faces. Maybe because he always looked so damn grumpy all the time. He wiggled his eyebrows and you stifled a giggle.
"So, how does it feel to like, I don’t know, eat stuff?" you asked.
"What are you talking about?"
You pouted at his fake innocence.
"You know what I mean, dummy."
He took his time drawing in a long breath before answering.
"Mmm… Just like how people normally eat, I suppose. There’s not much difference. Well, nothing that I’ve noticed so far anyways. Basically, I don’t feel
Neko!Male!ReaderxSlight!Himedere!America - IntroHi!!!!!! Listen, I know that I need to do the Seven Minutes In Heaven, but I'll probably have two or three done in two weeks! Also, Himedere means, an attitude or behavior like a princess.More Like This
Note that this will be a four shot, I'll put it in a separate folder and everything! XD
SUMMARY (Don't worry, no spoilers!)
America in this story is a sort of innocent who is used to getting what he wants, but one day there is a new student who refuses to come in close contact with anyone except his younger brothers, who are the Nordic 5. And Sweden and Finland, it's more of a "You're my son" than a 'You're my wife" thing with the two. Actually no, we can just say that Berwald has a father complex because his father was never around. Sure.
Anyway, ON WITH THE STORY!
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Alfred hummed as he strode through the hallway of the schools. He stopped at the breakfast cart, buying a juice box and waff
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CanadaXReader Folkin' Around
'Allow me to exaggerate a memory or two
Where summers lasted longer than
Longer than we do'
"Matthew! When we grow up, can we get married?"
"___-________! I-I-I... Y-Yes!"
"Yay! I'll be a good wife, Mattie! I promise!" You looked as determined as possible to be a good wife for your friend. The only downfall; You were going to have to wait about 13 to 14 years to marry him. You kissed him on the cheek, the began to run in the direction of the foster house both you and Matthew lived at, your (h\c) hair flowing behind your small figure.
"C'mon, Mattie! We'll miss dinner!"
'Where nothing really mattered
Except for me to be with you
But in time we all forgot and we all grew'
You lived in a foster home with eleven kids. You, Matthew Williams, Heracles Karpusi, Alfred F. Jones, Arthur Kirkland, Ivan Braginski and his two sisters Natalia Alfroskaya and Yekaterina "Katyusha" Braginskaya, Gilbert and Ludwig Beilshmidt, and Elizaveta H
2p!Italy x child!reader- Family love (prologue)You sat quietly in your room as you heard your mother and some man you've never met, argue in the living room. You were only four, but there were somethings you just knew to do that most four year olds wouldn't think about. Like being quiet and to stay in your room when your mom had company over. Especially a man, which she had over often. If you heard arguing, you were to hide and put in your earplugs until your mom came to get you but tonight, you didn't hide. You stayed at your door and listened in to see if you could understand any of it since this time you heard your name being mentioned.More Like This
"She's yours, damn it, and there's nothing you can say that can change that! Just give me my damn money!"
"Like hell she's mine, you slut! You fuck at least four men a day! Why the hell are you trying to pin your kid on me?!"
"Cause you're the one who did it! (name's) your daughter and you're paying me my damn child support, you bastard! I've been taking care of her, by myself, for four years! Do
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"Bloody Hell! Let go of me, (Name)!"
"B-But it's freezing! Lemme wear your sweater."
England only scoffed as you tugged at his sleeve helplessly. He couldn't blame you though, it was pretty cold for a fall morning, but he felt that was no excuse for you to not at least wear the school's uniformed pull-over.
"You should have brought your own. It is required you know."
You huffed and crossed your arms as you two countinued down the sidewalk. "Well technically this is your fault, Artie. Who walks to pick up someone anyway? We could've rode in that stupid Rolls Royce of yours."
"Don't talk about it like that! And you're the one that likes to take Alfred to school! You don't have to drag me along."
"You're my cousin, it's your job to see me to my destination safely."
England rolled his eyes as you finally made it to the other blond's home. Before you two could even walk up to the porch, the door swung open revealing Alfred F. Jones. His hair disheveled as usual and he wore his signature coa
Cowboy!AmericaxReader: Cowboyz Boot CampMore Like This
The familiar sound of a bus pulling up and excited boys shouting "Yee-haw!!" filled your ears. You smiled and looked out of your open window to see that a small yellow bus had indeed pulled up to the gate in your front yard and many rowdy teenage boys hopped out of it; all of them wearing cowboy hats and carrying suitcases.
Your father greeted them eagerly and led them from the front of the house to the back of the house, where your family's huge ranch/farm was. You grew everything from apples to huge pumpkins, and you raised almost every farm animal imaginable. You had some of the most beautiful horses in the country, and they were your family's pride and joy. Despite that your father had something against you doing it, you liked to spend most of your time inside of the huge red barn that stood half a football field's distance away from your little farm house.
Every year during the fall, harvest time, your father held a "Cowboys Boot Camp" for boys from all over the countr
Problems Hetalians Have#1: Randomly shouting "PASTAAA!!!"More Like This
#2: Being a straight-A History/Geography student
#3: Randomly giggling and/or crying during History class
#4: Giggling whenever a country's name (human or nation) is mentioned
#5: Making it your life mission to travel the entire world
#6: And to learn every language
#7: Making stereotypical and/or semi-racist jokes a lot
#8: Finding all stereotypes extremely funny, not offensive
#9: Loving any person that comes from a different country than you do
#10: Being able to recognize and/or impersonate almost any accent
#11: Mixing random words and/or phrases from other languages into your everyday speech
#12: Calling your friends and/or family by different country names because of the way they act and/or look
#13: Being afraid to try scones (or any British food, for that matter)
#14: Once you have actually tried British food and realized it's delicious, going into a fanrage and wondering why everyone thinks it tastes like crap
#15: Giggling while going on "S
GreecexReader: My KittyYou sat cozy on the couch, reading a good book, when you heard a knock on your door. You walked up and opened the door, seeing your good friend Kiku with an adorable, fluffy kitty. "Awww~, what a cute kitty!" you cooed. The kitty let out a happy mew and you saw Kiku smirk slightly, a weird sight but you brushed it off. "I'm glad you rike him, I was hoping you could watch him for a short whire." You looked at him a little surprised. "Really? Why not Heracles? You know how good he is with cats." Kiku seemed to be holding back a chuckle and the kitty was looking away. "-ahem- he is away on business. Would you mind?" You looked at the kitten and smiled. "Sure, I can look after him for a while. Does he have a name?"More Like This
"I thought you could arrange that. I have to run, bye!" He said quickly before heading off. You looked at him confused then down to the kitty. He had fluffy brown fur and big green eyes, which looked adorable. But there was something familiar about this cat, especially the
Mafia!Romano x Reader - Well Worth It: Ch. 2 [APH]Lovino awoke to the sound of sweet chirpings from the birds outside the window. Sunlight peeked through the curtains and landed on the grumpy Italian's eyes causing him to pull the covers over his head. Wait...covers? Lovino immediately sat upright, wincing slightly from the pain that coursed throughout his entire body, but he tried to ignore it. His eyes scanned the area. He was in a room with sky blue-painted walls. A bookshelf sat across the bed which lay against the wall with the window. The bed was soft and comforting accompanied with fluffy pillows and a warm blanket. Beside the bed was a small dresser with an alarm clock sitting on top. It was a fairly simple and empty room, and it was completely foreign to the mafioso.More Like This
Lovino swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up, only to find his legs to feel weak and fail him. The Italian quickly grabbed hold of the dresser to keep himself propped up. He let out a soft curse before hearing a soft gasp and looked up towards the
You only have one shot (Mafia!RomanoXReader) MANGOSeveral ancient fast-food wrappers blew in front of their steadily moving feet, faded pages of out-of-print tabloids rumpling past as they advanced down the stairs of which several grimy tiles were cracked or even completely missing. Lovino stared down at the abandoned metro station, the looming darkness worrying him; an ambush could have been planned and easily carried out should they simply walk in.More Like This
With one hand in his jacket, he narrowed his amber eyes though the motion went unnoticed; the dark shades he was wearing covered them completely. He jerked his head to the side wordlessly, one of his men responding instantly. The switch knives the tall man usually couldn’t be used well in gunfights and the like, even if this particular guy had killer aim, quite literally. No, now his skilled left hand went to the smaller automatic he had hidden in the back of his trousers, held up by his leather belt.
With no further ado he shifted forward, sticking to the rundown wall of the stairs
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“You’re sleeping with that thing again?”
The familiar voice of the Italian carried a disgruntled tone as you clambered onto bed, his words raspy from drowsiness as he cracked one eye open to look at you.
“There’s nothing wrong with it,” you retorted defensively, clutching the soft material of your teddy bear closer to your chest. “It helps me sleep. Really.”
His scoff wasn’t very subtle as Romano propped himself up with his elbows, eyes narrowed at the plush animal that was held in your arms.
You’d recently received the teddy bear from your mother who’d been digging through old belongings she had up in her attic. During her little adventure, your mother managed to recover an old teddy bear that used to belong to you, and without a moment's hesitation she instantly mailed it to you to help ‘keep in touch with your childhood’.
Initially, Romano had used it as a way to tease you, especially when you cuddl
Russia x Reader: Native LanguageIvan x Reader: Native LanguageMore Like This
Things would start the same all the time. It was ordinary. Boring, overused, and repeated. Some people liked it that way, while others weren't so fond with it. It didn't really mind to many people as they are already fond of living the life that they are in now. But, although it didn't apply to everyone, but the common a person's routine was would be waking up in the morning, get ready, eat breakfast, attend either their work or school, come home, do homework or any household chores, eat, shower, sleep, then repeat.
But as for (Name), it started to grow different.
She was just an ordinary high school student at that time. Cute smile, bright eyes, and a kind enough heart. She had a decent amount of friends, Internet or real life (But, in this case it didn't really matter). School days, she would wear the required uniform that had to be worn to the school she attended, APH Highschool, and on regular days, she'd wear whatever she'd fee
EnglandxReader: I'm so Hot I Could Kiss MyselfMore Like This
“Iggy, give it up, it’s no use. We’re stuck here, and we’re gonna be stuck here until America comes to save us, or until those Macaroni brothers decide to let us go, which we both know could take a very long time,” you pointed out, watching as England tried to dig his way out of the cell you were both being held in. His face was covered in sweat and dirt. You sat with your back against the wall, crossing your arms defiantly. You wanted out as much as he did, but how the heck was digging supposed to work?
“Oh bullocks. There is no way I’m waiting for that stupid America to come and rescue us. He’ll probably get his butt captured and thrown in here with us! Then where would we be!?” England protested. You were surprised he hadn’t told you not to call him ‘Iggy’. Then again, you called him that all the time, and he never seemed to mind.
“Still in this cell?”
HetaliaXUnnoticed!Reader- Ch.2More Like This
You quickly scrambled down the hallway to your first class of the day, which, sadly, was Language arts. That is the class that you hated, it's not that you hated writing, but because in that one class not even the teacher seemed to notice you.
Although, today that might just be a great thing considering you were almost three minutes late.
You were speed walking, almost running really. You ran, looking down at the tiled floor, worried about the reaction you would get when you charged into the classroom. Most of the students would look at you probably thinking; who the heck is she?
"Oof!" Running into something, you stumbled backwards, dropping a handful of books in the process. "A-ah! I'm so sorry!" You shouted, not even bothering to look up at the person you had ran into, but instead instantly went to go p
HetaliaXUnnoticed!Reader- Ch.1More Like This
It was another beautiful sunny day outside as you walked to your bus stop. Mind you, the air was quite chilled, maybe making the weather feel around 30° Fahrenheit, (that's also about -1° Celsius) but you didn't mind at all.
As you reached your bus stop, you noticed all the other teens conversing joyfully with each other, not one even bothering to turn there head to acknowledge you, but it didn't exactly bother you anymore. You had gotten use the lack of attention.
Ever since you had started high school, no, ever since you had started junior high you had started falling back in popularity. But once you had started your first year of high school, which started a few months ago, people just stopped talking to you. In reality, you only had one good friend, but she wasn't even at the bus stop yet.
You took out your phone an
EnglandxReader: Family MorningsMore 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!
AmericaxReader - I Won't Give UpMore Like This
~*~ Alfreds P.O.V. ~*~
When I look into your eyes
It's like watching the night sky
Or a beautiful sunrise
Well, there's so much they hold
And just like them old stars
I see that you've come so far
To be right where you are
How old is your soul?
I sit on the couch with Arthur, my head in my hands, breathing deeply. Arthur brings through a mug of coffee for me and some tea for him, placing them both on the table. He doesnt speak, waiting for me to do so, first.
A picture sits on the table, face up. A picture of her. A picture of ________.
Shes smiling so happily, as if nothing could have ever gone wrong. Her eyes are bright, sparkling, full of hope and showing happiness.
Its painful to look at.
Well, I won't give up on us
Even if the skies get rough
I'm giving you all my love
I'm still looking up
What the hell went wrong? I eventually ask.
You know I cant answer that, Alfred, he replies, quietly, There
EnglandxReader - Half a Cup of MagicMore Like This
BEEP BEEP BEEP
Entering your house after coming home from work, you hear the sound of the fire alarm. You sigh and walk through to the kitchen again, snatching up the towel you keep by the doorway, which you use on a regular basis now, but not for drying spills. No need to panic that the fire alarm is going off, because youve seen a familiar car parked outside.
No, this towel is to fan the smoke away from the fire alarm and out of the kitchen window whenever your boyfriend, Arthur, is cooking. Usually, he doesnt burn things, and you never thought his cooking could get worse, but, unfortunately, you have been proven wrong by both him and the horrible cloud of smoke making you cough at this moment in time.
You exchanged keys a while ago, so youre not surprised to find him inside once youd seen the car. He tries to be sweet, attempting to cook for you, but, unfortunately, his cooking isnt a good thing.
BEEP BEEP BEEP
EnglandxReader - Accidental ConfessionsMore 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&