G is for GermanyG is for Germany, strict as heMore Like This
E is for efficient, something he is to be
R is for red, a colour on his flag
M is for Mercedes, a car that’s got swag
A is for anger, the emotion you should fear
N is for Never... say no to beer
Y is for yelling, that which everybody can hear
AmericaXReader Names ONESHOTAs you walked with the American, you hummed to a familiar tune.More Like This
~La da da da, La da da da da da~
You looked up to see Alfred smiling at you sweetly.
"W-w-what? What are you looking at? Is there something on my face?" You panicked.
"Dude, calm down! I was just listening to your singing!" He laughed as the two of you sat down on a public bench. You looked around the park and couldn't help but to smile. On the playground there were three little boys playing. One blond with sleek blond hair, one with messy brown hair and one with short black hair. Then, the little brown haired boy fell and he started to cry. Before you could even get up to try to help him, Alfred was already right next to the boy, helping him stand. As you walked closer, you could hear their conversation.
"Hey, why are you still crying?" He asked.
"B-b-b-b-because it hurts!" He bawled.
"What's your name?" You asked.
"Well, Feliciano, do you know what you name means in Latin?"
"It means happy, luck
England x Dying!Reader-The Gates-ONE SHOT A year ago, you married the love of your life. he was your one and only, you're sure of it. His name; Arthur Kirkland. You rememebered when he laid you down on the bed wedding night and called you "Miss _______ Kirkland". You loved him dearly. He was your first love and you were his.More Like This
Two months later, you found out you were pregnant. You thought the Brit might be mad but no. Arthur was so excited he called everyone he could to tell them about it. Even Francis. You began to read parenting books and occasionally you would be napping and wake up to your husband whispereing to your belly. It was probably the cutest thing you've ever seen.
You were eight months along now, getting ready to pop, when the worst happened. You miscarriaged. You remember Arthur breaking down right there in the doctor's office. After that, you spent days in the garden, cutting flowers and burning them. Arthur would have to run out and calm you down. It was the lowest point of yo
Hate Me [ England x Child!Reader ] 01England x Child!ReaderMore Like This
Throwing the things he was carrying in his arms at the front door, Arthur walked towards his living room. Lying down on the couch, his eyes drifted over to a small little fish bowl, inside the fish bowl a small face stared back at him, sadness imitating from the small body, the beginning of a new country, which had been left alone for an entire week.
Picking himself up from the couch, Arthur made his way towards the small bowl. He could see that water had pooling up in the small fish bowl. So (y_n) had been crying while he was gone? Once he'd stood right in front of your fish bowl, you threw your small hood over your head.
Hiding your brilliant (e_c) from him, the sharp stabbing pain of guilt stabbed at his heart. Leaning down to your level, Arthur gazed into the fish bowl; clear streaks of tears were falling from your eyes filling the bowl even more. Wanting to show you kindness, wanting to show you affection the English man had to
There's A Good Reason... Dark!England X ReaderMore Like This
(( THE FULL TITLE: There's is a Good Reason All the Tables are Numbered Honey You Just Haven't Figured It Out Yet Dark!England X Reader. Anyway this is a songfic matching the song by Panic! at the Disco. So I figured...sounds kind of proper...there is a formal meeting..punk-ish... DARK IGGY! The rest I will make up literally as I go so sorry if it sucks...because right now I have NO IDEA what the plot it... So here you go! p.s. I ADORE comments! Please, please, PLEASSSEEE comment!))
Sick and tired of it. She always over looked him. (Name), with her (h/l) (h/c) beautiful hair falling elegantly and her perfectly curved body. Maybe she was out of his league, humble Britain, always ready to open the door for her and help her with any problem she might have, but be damned if the bloody frog or diabetic scum bag was any closer than he! At least he respected her as a woman but did she notice, care, NO! Never. Never once was there a "Thank you for always being there for me Arthur." or
2p! England x Reader: Those Dangerous CupcakesMore Like This
It was summer break of 2013; ¬you were visiting with your aunt and uncle in a quaint little town off the coast of Whales. You’re cousin told you about the new cupcake shop owned by a creepy overly happy British man who went by ‘Oliver Kirkland.’ You threw on your denim jacket and knee high converse and pulled up the hood. “Be careful young lady and come home as soon as soon as your done!” Your aunt shouted from the kitchen. You stood at attention and saluted to your aunt’s wishes.
“A’ight, can I go now?” You asked. Your uncle looked at you and smiled.
“Be careful (First Name) I don’t wanna have to bring back a dead body to my brother, alright?” He said. You nod and kiss your uncle’s cheek. You smile and walk out of the small cottage. It was raining slightly so you decide to grab your umbrella from the back of your car. You open the Umbrella showing off the cute kitty face the Umbrella had on it