It was on the battlefield when she first met the foreign nation. His green eyes glaring into her dark ones. She had in her hands a gun and he had one in his. She held a strong front but it was only to mask the pain she was in. So many of her people were losing their lives in this war and small scratches would be left upon her skin.
"I will ask you again slave where is America?" Britain glared.
"And I will answer you again Britain, I do not know." [Name]lied, a scowl on her face.
America was in pain right now and she refused for Britain to see him in his current state.
"I think I'll need to teach you your place!"
"Go ahead, make my day."
By time America walked unto the battlefield [Name] had received a bullet wounded to the leg and numerous scratches while Britain had only a few on his face.
"I want my freedom, Britain! I'm no longer a child or your little brother. For now on consider me independent!" America declared, gun
Unwanted Help to the Sick pt. 3More Like This
It was a day of celebration, success and happiness. All around America, American's were running around and having fun. It was independence day, Alfred's birthday, it seemed that the only one who wasn't enjoying it, as Alfred himself. When he got home from the hospital the other day and having that argument with Arthur, he ended up crying himself to sleep that night.
Everyone who came up and asked him if he was alright, he just said he was fine and to just go enjoy the party, no one believed a word of it but left him alone none the less. Alfred walked off from the party to get a bit of fresh air and to clear his mind, but the only thing that kept coming into his mind was the look Arthur gave him after he answered Arthur's question with an answer that was utterly and completely untrue.
He had realized that as soon as Arthur asked him that question he was so much in love with him, that his mouth didn't seem to want to say it, so it spurted out a lie that would ore than likely ruin
Unwanted Help to the Sick pt. 2More Like This
Alfred was in the waiting room trying to distract himself with game on his iphone. But even that couldn't keep his mind from wandering and the constant worry of his British friend in the other room who was sick and who knows how badly he was sick, or even how long??
Alfred just was not able to keep his mind from going down morbid paths about what was going on with Arthur, 'Why am I so freakin worried about him?...Maybe it's because I was his former colony?...No that's not what I'm feeling right now or..have been for while now...' Alfred thought to himself not even noticing the nurse coming into the room till she spoke.
She coughed fairly lowly but loud enough for the American to hear her. "For Mr. Kirkland?" she asked. "Yes" he answered standing up, "how is he doing?" He asked the nurse. The nurse looked down at her clipboard for a moment and answered, "He's suffering from a slight fever but the doctor gave him something to bring it down, so he should be fine now." Al
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Arthur laid in his bed taking heavy breathes.
'This is bad...' he thought to himself.
He sat up in his bed and put his head in his hands and just keeps breathing.
'I don't want to go to this meeting today...' he thought.
He got up slowly from his bed and headed to his bathroom, he splashed some cold water in his face and stared at himself in the mirror for moment then started to get undressed to take a shower.
He stepped into the water and let the warmth of it surround him.
'All I have to do is get through this day with no problems...hopefully...'
It was a day of a world meeting and it was being held in America, Arthur wasn't really looking forward to going to the meeting and especially not looking forward to seeing that annoying American that he knew would start yammering about other things than the meeting, like the one day that Arthur hated the most that he knew was getting closer and closer, 'Greeeeeat...' he thought to himself while he got on
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Arthur could feel himself shaking as he stared at the airplane outside the giant airport window.
He's coming home today. He thought to himself excitedly. Alfie's coming home today!
Alfred F. Jones (the man he was waiting for) had gone off to help in the war effort four months ago. Arthur had had many friends before (and still had them mind you!) but Alfred was the one person that truly understood him.
Arthur could never understand how Alfred was able to tell when his smile was genuine or fake but it was one of the reasons why Arthur had grown so close to him.
The truth was that Arthur wanted to be closer. In the time that they had known each other, Arthur had grown to love him. A lot. So much so that even Alfred's presence brightened up his day. As if he was surrounded by darkness and Alfred had come in and flicked the light on.
Arthur quickly looked down at his hands aft
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"Alfred, I swear to god, I will kill you with my hockey stick if you don't..."
"But Mattie, you never cuddle with me!" America's blue eyes were full of hurt as he pouted at his brother.
Canada tried to struggle out of the other's inhuman grip. "That's because I don't like it! Now will you just let go of me?"
"Agh!" Canada shifted uncomfortably, trying to get away from America's arms which were currently wrapped around his waist. The smaller blonde growled in irritation, and settled for working on prying his hands apart.
"Why won't you just stay with me?" Alfred whined, and tightened his grip. The action only caused an irate flush to spread on Matthew's face.
"Because I have things to do other than lying in bed all day with a lazy boyfriend," he snapped, beginning to loose the internal struggle to remain patient and calm(ish).
A whine was heard, and Matthew glanced over at Alfred, who was sulking. "Why not?"
Canada bit down
England x Reader x 2p England Part 3____________ has the perfect life. Beauty, smarts, a loving soon to be husband. However, there was something else that caused her pain. She couldn't describe it. It was like waking up from a bad dream, one that made her terrified that she was going to lose everything. Somewhere in that fear, it created a hole in her heart as if something was missing.More Like This
Artie helped that thought fade in her mind. She couldn't ask for anything more than to be with him where she was safe and happy.
"I love you, Artie." She would whisper tenderly every time as he held her close. He made the pain go away, he healed the hole in her heart.
"As do I, my sweet little Mockingbird." Artie kissed her in response every time.
_____________ had noticed that there was a single rose in bloom in the corner of every room she went into as if it were a ghost that was following her. Artie wasn't fond of roses or flowers, he preferred plastic flowers and decorations if he displayed any decorations at all. This was much to ____
England x Reader x 2p England Part 2Arthur straightened his tie several times while looking in the mirror. The one time his brothers actually pay attention to him is when he was going out to meet a lady friend and he detested it. They would always make fun of his 'classy' appearance, Dylan and Seamus would tell him to do one thing while Scot would tell him something else to help him and no one was helping at all. To help him with his appearance, he had to ask his fairy friends for assistance.More Like This
"Now, just smile nice, be yourself, and try not to bring up any awkward questions." Isabella, the earth Brownie smiled at him. "Besides, what's not to like?" She fluttered in front of Arthur.
"I What if she makes fun of my accent?"
"I don't think she can talk, Arthur." Flying Mint Bunny said. "How could she make fun of your accent?"
"She has her writing board, doesn't she? Then again, she wouldn't write it to my face."
"Look at it this way: Girls love something different, she's gonna LOVE you!" Isabella smiled.
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“Morning’, old land ‘Murica.”
“Good morning to you t- HEY, WHAT DID YOU CALL ME?!?”
In the meanwhile, as you have predicted his reaction before, you were already out of the bed you two shared and heading to the bathroom, chuckling the way out between clothes, games and… a whole mess that was laying on the floor.
“Nothing, ‘Murica, nothi-“
But America was fast, already behind you, squeezing the life out of you with a bear hug.
“Next time I will take advantage of you, if you keep on calling me ‘old’!”
“I’ll save that for tonight, youngster!”
You were placed down in front of the mirror at that. You washed the night out of your face, at first, then took the toothbrush, the toothpaste and started washing your teeth.
America took some beard foam and started spreading it all over his lower face. While you brushed your teeth, you watched his reflection amused.
He wasn’t wearing…
Quit Hitting (Captn Steve x Reader)As usual, when you went into the training room, there was Steve hitting something. This time it was a manakin that the head was almost ready to tear from the body.More Like This
You didn't say anything to him before getting on the treadmill with your iPod on shuffle and your headphones on. You saw the head finally fly off the dummy from the corner of your eye and with a small smile you saw him attack the punching bag next.
He may not turn into a giant green King Kong, but you knew he had to have anger issues. Why else would he punch things so much? Or it could also have to deal with Stark being around all the time... or both. You bit your lip at a thought, thinking of a way to get him to stop throwing punches if only for a second.
Stopping the treadmill, you went on itunes and bought a song, watching the blond while it downloaded. A finger scanned through your recent purchases to find the newest one. Unplugging your headphones, you hit play and had it on the highest volume possible.
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"Do you know Sleeping Beauty?"
"Eh? What's that? Is that the nickname of a cool Scouting Legion member?"
"Whaaaaaat?!" _____ quickly sat up to take a good look at the boy who was lying down beside her. He shrugs, "Well is it?"
The (e/c) orbed girl shakes her head in disapproval. "No silly, it's a story about a princess who falls into a deep, deep, sleep because of a curse." She begins, though Eren didn't seem to be listening. "The only way the princess could wake up from her deep sleep was if she was kissed by her true love." She swoons, while the boy beside her scrunches his nose up in disgust. "Ew, kissing is disgusting. My mom kisses my dad every morning before he leaves for work." He sat up too, rubbing the back of his head. _____ rolls her eyes. "Kissing someone means you love him or her, Eren. It's nice. Now back to my story," She averts her gaze from Eren to the sapphire sky above the both of them, "A prince comes and kisses her. And the princess wakes up! Then t
Possessive- LevixReaderLevi relaxed in his office chair with his chin resting atop his hands. His grey eyes gazed at you with a serenity that you had never seen him show when outside of the privacy of his office and bedroom. He remained silent for a few minutes, content in just having you in his presence, before he finally spoke in a quiet, gentle voice.More Like This
"You're wonderful, you know that, right?" he asked.
A rare smile graced his lips as he admired you. He loved everything about you. He adored how you were very helpful. You were always there and ready to assist him when he needed help. He loved how you were petite and shorter than him and how smooth you felt when the tips of his fingers brushed against you.
But there was one thing that did bother him. He would often catch the other cadets touching you and trying to have you all to themselves. Seeing the others surrounding you made a fire ignite and burn in his chest.
His smile turned into a frown as he felt the jealousy and rage rise at the thought. He stood
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Lantern lights flashed across the pavilion and the soft romantic music began to flow through the park followed by the sweet scent of freshly cooking chocolate and sweets. The sight of romance and love decorated the festival with bright pink and red hearts while the words of affection were scribbled in white lettering on the various brick walls that bordered the entire area.
You pressed the bright red stick against your lips and carefully painted them in the color with the help of your compact mirror. Smacking your lips together, you clamped the compact shut. Just because you thought no one would kiss you and that Valentine's day was a waste of a holiday, didn't mean you didn't want to look pretty for the occasion.
Hordes of people soon poured into the festival, more than you expected. The event was supposed to be a city-wide festival hosted by the school and volunteers alike to raise money for charity. Tickets were sold for a very reasonable price and the rides were free, but the major
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Angry green irises never ceased to follow your carefree form as you began to decorate your pink booth with sticker hearts and glitter. You could hear the boy click his tongue in annoyance behind you, making you roll your eyes again.
“If you're not going to help, can you at least stop staring daggers in my head?” you chuckled at the boy who kept following you around like a lost puppy.
“They should have made a boy run the booth instead!” He huffed in irritation while you simply hummed a tune to yourself to drown him out. “What was that stupid bastard thinking?” he continued to grumble for the fifth time that day.
“I don't see what's the big deal,” you chuckled in amusement at the various aggravated expression he made while he paced back in forth. “Someone would have to do it anyway. It was just my rotten luck it was me,” you sighed and stepped into the booth.
“That's not the point! What if someone tries to take advantage o
~She's the one~ *Iceland X Reader*~She's the one~More Like This
*Iceland X Reader*
'If she's the one you're looking for
Then I'm ready to let go ...' .
The female sighed as she watched the brown haired happily talked to the Icelander,gesturing in a ridiculous manner with her tanned hands to put emphasis - she brushed a strand of (h/c) locks behind her ear,packing her stuff in a (f/c) bag and stood from the window - the more she saw the two together,the more she felt sick at stomach.
It wasn't the fact that (Name) dispised Michelle - but she didn't like her either,because she captured the liliach eyed boy's whole attention upon her.As some say,if the brunette girl was on fire,the (h/c) would have considered roasting marshmallows on her - but that would be mean and unlike the kind hearted female.
Everytime things turned out like that,she felt herself breaking little by little and tears gathered into her glimmering (e/c) pools,making them look matte as she lost hope - why Emil could chat with Seychelles for so long and wh
Imperial!Germany X Dragonborn!ReaderMore Like This
((A whole group filled with Skyrim/Hetalia: www.fus-ro-pasta.deviantart.com ))
The cold, bitter wind of Skyrim blew trough [name]'s [h/c] hair. Her wrist were bound and sat uncomfortably in her lap. She bounced on the hard, wooden bench every time the cart hit a rock or hole. Which seemed to happen a lot. It had been an ordinary day until she had gotten herself caught up with some rebels during an ambush. Just her luck though. Things like this always happened to her. To her right was Alfred Stormcloak, the leader of the rebel Stormcloak army. In front of him sat a man with dark, shaggy brown hair and brown eyes. He ran his mouth and cursed like a sailor about how he shouldn't have been there. Finally the other man in the cart, a Stormcloak with long blonde hair in a pony tail and blue eyes, spoke up. " Would you 'ush already! Vinning like a little girl vill not 'elp any of us!" He scoffed. Alfred seemed to be trying to eat trough the cloth on his mouth wanting to speak. " Alfred, a lit
iNSaNiTYItaly sat in his room, secluded. He had the curtains drawn and the light was off, leaving him in complete darkness. He was holding his head and he stared at the ground with wide eyes. His once bright, amber eyes were dull and red. Tears ran down his face and sob forced it's way out.More Like This
"I can't take it. Why would he do this to me," he cried out as fresh tears made their way down his damp cheeks. Another person had left him, betrayed him in the worst way possible.
"You promised you wouldn't leave me... How could you lie like that?" Italy asked no one in particular. "Germany... Why would you do this?"
He screamed loudly, clutching his head harder. He shook violently, rage taking hold of him. His sad tears were replaced with angry ones. He heard a knock on his door.
"GO AWAY!" Italy screamed as he grabbed the closest thing to him and threw it at the door.
"Veneziano! What's going on? Unlock the damn door!" Italy heard his brother yell from the other side of the door.
"Leave me ALONE!" Italy
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Thin. Thin. You had to be thin. This thought was consuming your brain. You couldn't think about anything. Especially food. If you couldn't think about anything, especially food, and that was good right?
Yes. It was good. Perfectly good.
"(F/n) are you going to listen to me today?" Ludwig asked the girl who was sitting in the chair across from him. She gave him a blank look back, obviously absorbed in her own thoughts.
"I brought food," he said, his monotone voice level staying the same as she started to register that thought among her own. He turned around to grab something as when he was back, she wasn't in the cold metal chair.
It sat empty, in a mocking matter. She wasn't in the chair or on the bed, so she had to be under the bed. Ludwig walked towards the bed and stood beside it, in a threatening way.
"(F/n), you should come out now, before I have to fetch you out from there." No noise came from under the bed. Ludwig sighed, this girl was one for playing games.
Ludwig got d
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Warning: Fluff...implied smut...maybe? *is shot* um..Prussia OOC-ness? *is shot again*
If he could only read her mind, she'd say:
Buy me a rose, call me from work, open a door for me, what would it hurt?
Show me you love me by the look in your eyes
She was upset. Upset that it seemed like Prussia didn't have any time for her. He was always working or out drinking. She wondered if he'd even remember their anniversary (which was today). She wondered if she did something wrong that made him stay late at work. When ever he was home she would try anything to turn his head and it seemed like nothing was working. She could only hope that he would realize how much she missed him…and soon he did.
"[Name]! I'm home!" Prussia shouted, his work bag falling to the floor with a loud thud.
She smoothed out her clothes while she walked to the front door.
"How was work Gilbert?" She asked, putting on a small smile.
The sexy smirk on her husband's face made her stomach flip.
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You walked into the living room, just as your Husband was gearing up to tell the story you had heard a hundred times.
A story your seven year old son listened to with wide eyes.
"2012 was supposed to be the end of the world. But your daddy survived it!"
You snorted, ruffling your sons blonde hair as you passed. Your husband pouted, his blue eyes going wide behind the frame of his glasses.
"What? You know George likes this story!" Your son nodded furiously, his wide grin showing the gap were he was missing a tooth.
"You'd think he'd get bored of it after a while."
"No, It's Daddy's other stories that are boring."
Alfred pretended to be shocked, flailing his arms about like he had been shot. "SON, how could you!"
He flopped to the side, making George giggle.
Sitting up, he flashed the grin that had made you melt the first time you had met.
"Okay then ______, You pick the story."
You pretended to think, tapping your chin.
Romano x Reader ~:Two Shy Hearts:~Two Shy HeartsMore Like This
"Come on! Ragazza! If you don't hurry up we are going to be late for America's Party!" Romano screamed from downstairs as you were getting ready. Romano didn't really want to go but he could see you enjoyed seeing all the countries getting along for once and the only place that ever happened was at America's kick ass party's. So he said he would take you. Only after you asked and asked him to come.
"I'll be down in one minute Romano!" you yelled back. He could be so impatient sometimes so you thought up a way to mess with him. He never acted like he liked you but he would always chase guys away from you or keep them at a distance and would always say "_____, you only know how to attract scumbags." He was so damn confusing but now it was your turn to get back at him, if he thought you looked enough like a slut to attract that many scumbags (your own assumption of how he feels ; ) then you were going to really try your hardest to look the best you
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(Puppetmaster!England x Reader)
It was 10:59, and I was tired. The work can sometimes wipe you out. I head towards the bathroom to brush my teeth and put my pajamas on. After that I go into my room go head towards my bed. Before I knew it I heard giggling. I chose to ignore it, and let the darkness consume me.
I opened my eyes to see blackness. I could still see my bed, so I knew I wasn't blind. I get out to try to look for a way out. Suddenly a man appears. He has a black top hat, guarding is blonde hair while sly emerald eyes bore in my soul.
"Dearest (y/n), how I'm so happy you are here," he said.
"Who are you and where am I," I yelled back.
"They call me Arthur ,the puppet master, love, and you are in my realm," he announced.
My eyes widen before saying,"Take me home now."
The man "tsked" like if he was mocking me.
England X Reader X Sebastian MichaelisMore Like This
England X Reader X Sebastian Michealis Our New Butler 1/2
"Were is Arthur? He has been gone for 2 hours, and we are meant to be leaving soon," You told your friend Eliza. You and your husband Arthur Kirkland are finally moving from your small Apartment and living in a huge mansion Just outside of London. Why? well you just one the lottery and it was allot of money so you brought the house that used to be owned by a family called the Phantomhives the house was the Phantomhive Manor.
Eliza was helping you pack things in to suitcases, boxes and putting them in the moving van/lorry. "Maybe he is Just got court up in traffic or something," Eliza said putting the box in the van. "He didn't drive Eliza," you told her. "OK maybe he got court up in people traffic instead," she said giggling at her own joke. "This is no time for joking around. I'm worried," You started panicking and walked into the flat.
Time skip Arthur's POV...
"I hate people traffic," I mumbled to my self
Hetalia: England x Dying!Reader x AmericaMore Like This
Her pale and thin hand laid loosely in England's. Her breathing ragged and rasped, she slept in the hospital bed. England had pulled all possible strings and used all kinds of connections, now she had a room for herself and got more attention and better care, warmer sheets and softer pillows. But no one could do a thing against what ate her life up, ate her remaining time. He kept the sobs at bay, not wanting to wake her, though he longed to see her (e/c) eyes. But she needed the rest, so he simply put a flat and dull (h/c) strand of hair away from her sunken cheek, his hand shaking badly.
He still remembered her differently. He remembered times when her radiant (e/c) eyes would sparkle and glimmer with joy and her glossy (h/c) locks would move with her gracefully.
He choked back a sob and put his free hand above his mouth, his other one still grasping hers. It was kinda his fault, that she lay there – helpless, dying.
Before he could remember the exact happenings, the door slowl
Brother!England x Reader - Chapter 1More Like This
I walked around the house pacing back and forth. America was causing so much trouble for me, and it was going to cause little __ some issues too... I know Scotland wont watch her, neither with Ireland or Wales...damn. Last thing I wanted to do was bring her with to war. I sighed and walked down the hallway to __'s room. I heard her giggling as she stomped around the room. I knocked on the door gently then peeked my head in.
"Ma'dam, may I enter?"
She squealed in excitement, "Mmhm! Big brother, I was just playing hide and seek with Mr. Bon Bon!"
Ah, Mr. Bon Bon... that was her stuffed horse. Her first toy ever, and she never knew that the toy was originally mine...
Dammit, don't get caught up in thoughts right now!
"I'm sure you are having plenty fun, but we have to go for awhile, bring Mr. Bon Bon and some of your things, sweetheart..."
"But why? Oh! Are we gonna visit Alfred?!"
Reluctant Time Traveler England X Reader PrologueSometimes you didn't know if you liked your job or not. You where a maid for the human personification of America, but the job failed to really live up to expectations. When you had first applied for the job you had to jump through so many hoops just to qualify. You had to get a background check and you were interviewed by at least five times. At the time you didn't understand why you had to do all of this just to get a job to clean some guy's house.More Like This
You were about to give up on getting the job, but before you dropped out you got a message saying that you got the job. Soon after that your new employers dropped a bombshell on you by explaining that you would not be working for some rich government official like you thought you where you would be working for personification of America. After you promised to never reveal America’s true identity you went right to work. When you first started working there you where pretty excited. At the time you actually thought that you would actua
Nerd!Student!England x Independent!Student!ReaderMore Like This
You were walking down the halls of (School Name) with two of your best friends, Alfred and Liz. In your school you were on good ground with other people. Well, except with Gilbert, Francis, and Antonio. Otherwise known as the Bad Touch Trio. You thought the were womanizers who were known for having a bad reputation. While discussing (Insert topic here) the bell rang, you waved to your friends a quick goodbye and left for (Class Name).
While opening the door you saw your crush, Arthur Kirkland sitting by your desk. You and him were assigned as partners the first day of school. After getting to know him a little you took a liking to him, and his cute Tsundere personality. Though around him sometimes you were a mess. You took your chair next to him.
"Hi Artie." You said happily.
"Oh hello (Name)." He was busy working on the assignment your teacher gave on the board. Smirking to yourself you started to poke his cheek. He was becoming annoyed, though you wouldn't stop until he looked at you
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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
Dark!England x Reader: Do You Love Me?More Like This
It was a normal, cloudy day in your life and you were driving to meet Arthur in his house. He told you that he wanted to just chat for awhile, figuring that you didn't have anything to do you agreed. You knocked on his door and waited patiently.
"Oh hello love, come in." He said in his cute British accent.
"Hey Artie. So what do you wanna chat about?"
"Actually (Name) I have to tell you something." He said sounding serious.
"Sure, go ahead."
"Okay here it goes, (Name)...I l-love you..." Your eyes widened. No, you actually didn't like Arthur back. But hell, you didn't like anyone in that way. The silence in the room made Arthur get the idea. Suddenly his voice turned darker. "Well I guess I need to do plan B."
Arthur pounced on to you kissing you on your neck repeating "I love you." many times.
"ARTHUR STOP WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"
"If I can't get you to say I love you I'll try different methods." He stated while he started to take off your clothes.
You quickly pushed him off with all of y
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Life has always been conflicting. Not everything was always black or white. There was always a grey area to everything.
Well…Life became a bit more complicated when she came along.
The two brothers developed a liking to this girl. One would argue to move on in order to save the brotherhood of the two brothers. They tried; however, their effort were jeopardized as she continued to seduce them into her love spell. The way she laughed and smiled was worth a thousand lifetimes. She was a friend, too good of a friend to lose to some pity feelings. But every time she was there it would only hurt to have the thought that she would only she see them as her best friends, as brothers. How much more would it hurt to see if she was with another? Especially if it was his brother. Life was not merciful to poor Arthur and Alfred. Two love-struck people eyeing the same prize.
Arthur thought of it like a Shakespearean tale.
Alfred thought life was just being a troll.
The rain kissed the ground w
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End Author's note
(Y/n) = Your name, (E/c) = Eye color, (H/c) = Hair color, (E/n) = Example name, (L/n) = Last name, (F/c) = Favorite color
You felt the familiar clash of water spraying and scattering on your (F/c) sneakers, which matched your (F/c) Shirt, with silky sleeves cut off at the elbows. You wore a thin hoodie, which was colored a dull grey, over that shirt. You also wore dark blue skinny jeans, which made it harder to walk, but it hadn't much concerned you.
You felt once again, the sloppy puddles of mud and grime caked on your sneakers. They were old th
11thDoctorxDepressed!Reader: Galactic Butterflies Triggers: Self-harm, Depression, Suicidal intention.More Like This
All day you had been silently biding your farewell to the little things that had made your life what it was. The bitter old lady who lived next door and her salt-pepper grouchy cat. To your parents, who had grinned at you and wished you a good day at school. And then to the cracks on the asphalt of the street, the wild fiery poppies at the side of the road, every clock at school you had stared at as you counted the seconds until you could leave.
Even the bullies, the backstabbers, the friends you didn't really like...
Today was the day you took your own life.
The demons had won, gnawing at your aching bones.
And so you'd had stayed awake that night, in your fresh sheets and warm pajamas. But neither this or your mom's tender eyes as she lowered your lights and bid you goodnight could change your mind. She'd be better without you. Without this ever growing void stretching your chest
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We bring to you the finest entertainment
And I am pleased to be your humble servant
Except our hospitality
Indulge in abnormality
Joker didn’t normally frequent places like this. He wasn’t sure why he was there. He just wanted to get away for a while. It was one of those bars that offered entertainment and, ahem, “entertainment” and cheap drinks with high prices. He wasn’t interested in anything except his drink, but then those lyrics drifted through the air and caught his attention. There was a woman on stage. He watched her, more listening to the music than anything else.
Step right up
We’ve something here for everyone’s enjoyment
I do this as a gift not for employment
A portrait of insanity
Approached with pure humanity
Come… See… Our… Girls!
At this point several women came out on stage, all flashy and scantily clad, mostly in feathers and fishnets. Quite a few were in the audience as well flirt
Jack Frost x reader Let It Go-FrozenEnjoy.More Like This
Here you are walking down a empty street covered in snow wearing (f/c) coat and a hat with light blue with snowflakes because you love the snow you remembered you built your first snowman and kept listening to your favorite song 'Let It Go' by Demi Lovato from Frozen, the song kept repeating in your head since no one is around decided to sing-a-long the song.
"The snow glows white on the mountain tonight
Not a footprint to be seen
A kingdom of isolation,
and it looks like I'm the queen"
Doing the same move from the movie you took off your left glove to do the same movement and continued singing.
"The wind is howling like this swirling storm inside
Couldn't keep it in, heaven knows I tried"
Sing the same tune like Elsa (Character from Frozen if you guys didn't watched the movie.) and proceed walking while you didn't know someone caught your voice was a young guy named 'Jack Frost' was putting his snow in (Hometown) all over the place with his sta
Interesting: Tamaki Suoh x ReaderMore Like This
Your eyes wavered over to a certain host. His blonde hair and tall figure couldn't be missed in the crowded music room. His buoyant laughter floated through the air, you could listen to it all day. He was a nice guy, good looking, and cares for others...he was a vision, the closest thing to perfect in your (e/c) eyes. You sighed, resting your head on your hand, sitting next to Haruhi Fujioka. He was also a member of the host club, but something about him seemed a bit off...maybe even a tiny bit feminine. However he was a very, very close friend of yours. He must of caught you staring 'cause a small chuckle left his lips.
"Do you have a thing for Tamaki?" He asked, nudging my shoulder, "If you wanted him as a host instead, why didn't you request him?" You snapped your head toward you friend.
"N-no! I want to spend more time with you, really!! We don't have many classes together and the classes we do share we are across the room from each other!" You played with your yellow dres
Self AbuseIt's all been a lieMore Like This
Hiding behind these lying eyes that once saw happiness
It's easy to cut and run around the tombstones
To stand on the edge and feel the ground crumble from under you
No truth came out of any of it
Bring me up to then tear me back down
I'm no longer whole but in tiny pieces spread among the ashes
Survival is limited and my conscious is saying stay down
I'm being lead astray and the road back is fading
My last goodbye can't be remembered through the fog that's been created
A drop of blood is spilled for every lonely encounter
And the pace is rapidly increasing, draining the very life out of me
I left my heart in the hands of the the hopeless
And Im sauntering through my deranged mind
Slowly falling into this inevitable hole
Trying to fight the monsters around every corner
But those who fight monsters better make damn sure that they don't become one
And that my friends is harder than it seems
11!Doctor x Reader x 12!Doctor - Good-Bye„It makes you look uncomfortably chubby.“More Like This
“I’m not rude; I’m just saying the truth! Besides, I am not your stylist.”
“But Girls want to have opinions on their outfits.”
“You’re a girl?”
“I am- wait a second. Rude, again!”
You tossed your hands up, while rolling your eyes.
“I just didn’t realized it. What’s the point in picking clothes that match, anyway? It just covers you, that is fine.”
“You are so rude.” You exclaimed, crossing your arms over your chest and staring at the Doctor with narrowed eyes.
Once again, you wondered where all the kindness of the 11th Doctor had gone, if it was still inside him somewhere or if he would be always this insensitive in this incarnation.
He stared back, obviously not getting the point.
This ignorance towards you made your eyes water, and you turned away with a huff, making your way towards the stairs to hide y
11!Doctor x Reader - As old as timeYou watched the Doctor, bouncing around the control room and stripping bits of the TARDIS together.More Like This
You breathed in, asking him a question.
“Doctor, how old are you?”
The question made him pause, and he send a shy glance over his shoulder to where you were sitting, hands folded in your lap and eyes clouded with thoughts. You had been sitting there for quite a while, and he had noticed how much he liked being watched while doing something, not talked to, just watched. Your presence was like a cup of hot milk before sleep, calming.
“Something around one thousand.” He said, and in the quiet air of the console room, he noticed for the first time how old that must sound to you. You, who were so young, compared to him.
You nodded, thoughts still somewhere else.
He placed down his Screwdriver, and cleaned his hands on his pants, before walking the few stairs up to your seat, kneeling down in front of you.
“Why? Something the matter, (f/n)?” His soft voice m
Awake (Jack Frost X Reader)More Like This
Author’s Note: I think reader-chan would be about 15-16 in this, and has known Jack for a few years. Also, I have no idea why Jack decided to stop by reader-chan’s house at 4:30 in the morning, but for the sake of the story, I’m just gonna leave it.
“__y/n__, why are you still awake?” Jack asked, floating in through your window that you had ‘forgotten’ to close.
“Because the internet is distracting?” You offered, smiling sheepishly at him.
“It’s four thirty. Go to bed. Don’t you go back to school in like two weeks, anyway?”
“Don’t remind me.” You groaned, burying your face in your hands. You sighed and stood up, padding silently into your bathroom.
Jack followed you, leaning against the doorway as you brushed your teeth. “Why do you stay up so late?” Jack asked.
“I’m lazy.” You said with a shrug, spitting into the sink.
Notes, CanadaxReader “Good luck!”More Like This
Those two words peered up at Matthew, the black ink jumping out from the bright, obnoxious yellow of the post-it note. A small, circular smiley face was placed in the corer, the swoop of a smile managing to be somehow just as comforting as the words above it. He assumed the simple message pertained to his upcoming meeting. He had been worried throughout the week about how it would go, but reading the note made him feel just slightly more optimistic about it all.
This hadn’t been the first note left on his desk. Before today, there had been “Have a wonderful day!” and “I hope your weekend was nice,” and on one occasion there had even been a “Thank God it’s only a half day, right?”
It was curious to him, that someone was able to care enough about him to regularly stick a small note on his desk. Normally, the surface was cleared of any papers, folders, writing u
Don't Go Home || Male!Belarus x ReaderYou and Nikolai were chit-chatting on his bed.More Like This
Earlier this afternoon, you came over to his house and told him that you were bored and that you wanted to hang out with him.
He didn't hesitate and kissed your cheek as he let you in.
You talked about anything to everything. From candy brands to political issues.
It was really comforting to talk to him.
You and him layed there until you saw the clock. Your eyes widened as you looked at the time.
"It's almost 12 AM?! Seriously? Wow, time does fly fast..."
You sadly looked at Nikolai as you realized you had to leave.
"Oh, Nik, It's almost 12 I gotta— Wah!"
You were interrupted as arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you down.
"Don't go home..." He said while he tightened his grip on your waist.
"But it's already midnight!" You tried pulling away but it was proven futile.
"You aren't Cinderella. Please stay. I hate being alone..." His voice faltered and he pla
EnglandxReader - First KissMore Like This
EnglandxReader - First Kiss
The night was warm in the middle of the Summer in London, the british capital. The lights illuminated the city, bringing out it's beauty; the Big Ben, the London Eye, the Tower of London, the Buckingham Palace...
The streets weren't full, the tourists mainly occupied the pubs and such at this time, most of the people out were locals or seemed to be.
Across the gardens that stood by the river, a young looking couple walked with their hands tightly linked. In all honesty, they were not that young, personifications, countries, immortal beings was what they really were, but that was not what people recognised them as; just another young couple enjoying their youth and the love it brought.
"This really is beautiful, Arthur!" commented the girl, scooting closer to said male.
"Yes, and the weather is pleasant, I couldn't have requested for a better night to spend with you!" he stated, smiling down at her.
The themes of conversation came one after th
Canada: The Past is GoneMore Like This
You could see him, even though no one else could. You know what he's been through, but all the credit is given to Britain. He's your hero, but his brother is already self proclaimed. His own mother nations can't see him even after all he's done for them. America will waltz in and suddenly he's proclaimed the hero, only because he became fed up with the Germany, not because he was going to support his mother country.
His own brother has tried to take him over, more than once. The fear never left his mind. Russia had owned a part of him at one time, now his brother does. He can't even call it part of him anymore. Another part of him wants to leave for the part is fed up with having their rights taken away, till this day that part still wants leave.
His land is the second largest in the world, but still is never recognized. The only time people usually see him is when they need his resources, his soldiers. Being as kind as he is, he always gave into helping.
"Hey Matthew." You whispered a
2p England x Chubby! winner's prize (2)Baker! 2p England x Chubby! ReaderMore Like This
You woke up to the smell of....cupcake's? Odd you lived alone. Siting up you kicked your legs over the bed and hurried down to the kitchen.
And there stood Oliver baking cupcake's. Of course he was.
But why in your house and at such a ungodly hour? honestly it was only eight but being you, ya liked to sleep in until 12 or 1 pm.
Well when your not going to work and today was your day off.
"Oliver" You tiredly mumbled walking over rubbing your eyes.
"Poppet! Your finally awake! You have been asleep for awhile you know"
"I. uh, it's only eight"
"Yes yes far to late for that it's beautiful day"
You looked at the cupcake's that covered your table and you sighed running your plump finger's through your hair and sighed.
It was to early for Oliver's cupcake's...or Oliver all together.
He was morning person and you just weren't a morning person. He was thin and adorable
You were chubby and unsure of yourself
And he was....
A fuck he
Soldier GirlSoldier GirlMore Like This
You were P.O’ed. You have just spoken to Germany and he had the nerve to tell you that you shouldn’t train on the cadets’ obstacle course. Because you were a girl! As you stormed into the manor you call home, you were absolutely tempted to storm back there and punch the German in the face.
“What a sexist! I can do just as well as the next guy! Heck! Half the time, I might as well be a boy!”
You caught yourself as you said that sentence. Then, an evil grin came to your face.
“Well, if it’s a boy Germany wants, it’s a boy he’s gonna get.”
You dashed back to your (f/c) room and got to work. You took out an old pair of cameo pants and some combat boots. Don’t ask how you got them. The hardest part in your plan was hiding your chest, which took an insane amount of duct tape and the baggiest tank top you could find. The last part in your plan was to
Cheerio - England x Reader“Hello Cheerio!” you heard your friend, Arthur Kirkland, state happily once you opened your front door to greet him. You smiled as you grabbed your spring jacket from the nearby coat closet.More Like This
“Arthur, every time you say Cheerio in that context, I can’t tell if you’re using it as a nickname or trying to tell me goodbye.”
Chuckling, the blonde Briton replied, “It’s a nickname,” as he helped you put your jacket on.
“Okay,” you stated before you turned around to face him and ask, “but why ‘Cheerio’?”
“Because, love…” Arthur said as he bent down slightly so that your eyes were level with his, “…you’re good for my heart.” A blush cascaded over your cheeks as you turned your face away from him in embarrassment.
You then muttered, “That’s so cheesy.”
“Really? I always thought they tasted more like oats,” Arthu
Justin Law x Reader 3 A Team Effort, The Unknown Girl and Beast?More Like This
The three of you had been walking for what seemed to be hours now. The heat seemed to make the air thick and heavy, and the sand seemed to grab hold of your feet, making them hard to lift. You could feel the sweat rolling down your cheeks and back, but you were determined to follow Lord Deaths orders. “Ugh… (y/n).. Can’t we take a break? I’m tired.. Are you even sure we are going the right way?” (w/p), your partner complained. He was slouching, and seemed to be barely dragging his feet, a thick layer of sweat coated him. He had offered to carry your bag, but now he seemed as if he were to stop moving he wouldn’t start again. A small ping of guilt struck you and you sighed. ‘(w/p) always does this.. He pushes himself too hard.’ You smiled and shook your head.
“We can’t stop.” You told him, glancin
Dragon!Denmark x Reader ~The Dragonsight~ 21More Like This
It was strange being able to regain control of his own body. When the dragon left the warrior’s heart, he felt lighter than before. The heat of his dragon’s fire returned to him, and as the light enveloped him he could feel his strength reviving him anew.
When the transformation had been completed, he stood over his vessel, a grand dragon towering before a human in dominating size. The journey back to Eldur Mountain had its ups and downs, but with the human’s vigorous spirit imbued inside his soul, the dragon chose to carry away the precious memories of his travels.
Mathias looked upon the dragon who was now at his feet. His eyes grew wide with surprise when a bright red light suddenly enveloped him, and in a matter of seconds, the dragon had been reduced to nothing more than an exact copy of himself.
“Y-You…” he breathed. “How were you able to do that?”
“Magic,” the dragon grinned, testing out his ne
Dragon!Denmark x Reader ~The Dragonsight~ 20More Like This
Orbs of light danced in your eyes as you adjusted to the level of brightness. The details were fuzzy, though you faintly remembered someone neutralizing you. An explosion, a cry for help, a refusal, and a scream: these were the only things you remembered before falling asleep. Beyond that, the dragons and your parents worked their way into your memories and returned to their proper places.
You remembered where you were now. You were kidnapped, trapped by people who didn’t address themselves as humans. Who were they?
“She’s waking,” a voice said.
“The spell’s wearing off,” another voice replied. “Now we can see if the process was a success.”
Your eyes were still adjusting to the level of brightness. First it was the shapes, then the colors. Finally, when everything was in place, you could see them. With your memories working the way they were, you couldn’t comprehend whether or not what you were experie
Dragon!Denmark x Reader ~The Dragonsight~ 2More Like This
A human’s appetite fell short to a dragon’s. When you had invited Mathias into your house, he had just about devoured everything you had be it the stale two-day-old bread you had stored in the cupboard to the jar of turnip preservatives your mother had instructed you to eat along with the bread. All had been consumed by Mathias.
“I can’t believe you recognized me after all of these years,” you breathed in relief. “I was really afraid you had forgotten about me…”
“Oh courff nough!” Mathias beamed, his mouth full of bread. You assumed he had meant to say, “Of course not!”
He swallowed. “Gods, I can’t remember the last time I had a real meal! It feels like forever!”
You pressed your lips. “N-Not to pry or anything, but where were you all of these years, Mathias? I was…” You clenched your fists together. “I was worried about you…”
Dragon!Denmark x Reader ~The Dragonsight~ 3More Like This
The dragons that had been accompanying the Dragonheart had helped her take Mathias into your house. Never mind worrying about your parents coming in and asking you why there were four strangers in your house; you were more worried about whether Mathias was going to be alright or not.
Lukas, also known as the former dragon, Divine Keeper of the Sapphire Flames, was muttering to himself about how much of a reckless fool Mathias had been.
“What an idiot going out of his way to come back to this village,” he hissed. “Once a fool, always a fool.”
“Shut up, Lukas,” the Dragonheart snapped. “Don’t forget I can read your thoughts. I know you’re worried about him, too.”
At this point, you figured Lukas would have clamped his mouth shut, but that would have only caused him to project even more of his inner thoughts.
Reading the minds of dragons and being able to telepathically communicate with them was this Dragonheart
Mr. Twerkland || Drunk!England x ReaderMore Like This
England...?, you spoke his name like a question and raised confused an eyebrow.
What dafuq are you doing in my kitchen? You were about to give him a cool gesture and a 'Get the fuck out'.
Oh, love! While you were taking a nap I decided to surprise you with some yummy scones! How did you slept by the way?
Not this again. The last time you had the talk with him about his cooking it ended up with him sulking in a corner and then getting drunk in the nearest pub, while you were hitting the wall with you head over and over again, before you took a break from it and decided to hit the table instead.
Arthur... Didn't we have talked already about the whole cooking and baking thing not a while ago?, you asked as you stood uneasily in the door frame and watched your friend how he mixed the ingredients together. And I slept well, thank you for your concern..., you murmured with a faint smile.
Of course we did
Greece X Reader (Turkey's Little Sister)More Like This
"Sadik!" you called as you walked around your house looking for your older brother, Turkey. "Gosh dang it, Sadik, where are you when I need you?"
You sighed and were about to give up your hunt for your brother, but suddenly you found yourself with a very... fashion forward Turk in front of you.
"What do you think _____________? It's the latest style," Turkey said grinning.
"Since when?" you asked looking over him, a bit horrified at the olive green coat he was wearing.
"Since this morning of course!" He said proudly. "You should go get one so you can be fashion forward like me!"
"Uh...sure... I'll do that now," you said suddenly realizing this was your way to get away from Turkey so you could sneak off to see your boyfriend, Hercules, or Greece as he was known to other nations.
"Really?" He asked, looking surprised.
KingRussiaXReader Roses or Sunflowers Chapter 21More Like This
The King coughed and stared around for a while. This was strange, very strange actually. In fact- he hadn’t ever been ignored by everyone he passed; he was after all the king. He glanced cautiously to his right where (Name) was busy staring the other way, he doubted she had wanted them to be alone. But this did come to an advantage for him.
“Well, (Name)… this is … nice” He nodded trying to cut through the ice, the atmosphere became even more awkward.
“Right… maybe we should be heading back?” (Name) nodded her eyes darting around. “I mean maybe this wasn’t a good idea…” she glanced at him again. “We never know who could have followed us, I mean the King dead… and because of me as well? I don’t think I’d like that on my shoulders.” King Ivan blinked, of course. There was that, how had he thought th
GermanyxAbused!ReaderxPrussia - Oh, Sinners (3)More Like This
Oh, sinners, let’s go down,
Down to the valley to pray.
I didn’t see Ludwig again for the whole summer. I saw him in passing at class registration nearly two months later, but he hadn’t noticed me. I knew he was confused about his encounter with Mom, and he no doubt went home and told his family. Now the seed of suspicion had been planted. I wasn’t sure how to feel about it.
I now made my way through the school hallways on my first day of class as an eighth-grader. My right arm ached horribly from Dad’s rampage the previous night; he had grabbed my arm and twisted it backwards at a weird angle, so much so that he let go immediately after hearing a loud pop. When he left, I came to the conclusion that nothing was broken, but the whole appendage would hurt like hell for the next few weeks.
The first few classes were all the same: boring subjects with equally boring teachers. P.E. was fifth period, and I knew it was going to be a real workout when the
GermanyxAbused!ReaderxPrussia - Oh, Sinners (2)More Like This
Oh, sinners, let’s go down,
Down to the valley to pray.
My body crashed into the wall. Dad had been shoving me this way and that around the house since I got home. It wasn’t really painful, especially compared to his fully unleashed wrath; it would hurt a little if I collided with something like the coffee table or the corner of a counter, but I was certain his current fit would leave me with no new bruises.
In fact, while he was pushing me around, my mind was partly preoccupied with recalling the ride home. Their father drove while the three of us sat in the back seat, and we were all silent for most of the trip. I introduced myself to their father, and he asked about me and my parents. I did my best to answer without saying anything that would lead to suspicion—I’d learned the hard way years before to act natural when it came to my parents.
Mr. Beilschmidt was a stern, polite, quiet man, and he looked just like Ludwig (but much older, of course). He ask