Wishes - EnglandxreaderShe hasn't really thought about what would happen if he was gone.
Laying in bed with a cold, he was. Huffing and sniffling and complaining of headaches. It was happening more and more lately and however much she tries to pin it to her brain that it was after all winter, being the pessimist she is, she's jumping to hideous conclusions that send her heart rate up and brings sweat to her palms.
It scares her, so much more than she is willing to admit, knowing that perhaps one day she will have to let him go, whether it be his death or simply him realizing that she's not all that he makes her out to be. His constant compliments, his gentle ways. They never seem to make it past the stone wall around her heart, however much she wills them to.
So she sits on the couch, grips her cup of cocoa and wishes him well, brings him tea and meals and books and whatever else he requests. Because she knows she can do nothing more for him, and if she can't bring herself to accept the fact that he loves he
England x Reader x France - Bowties Are Cool"Oh please," France smirked, "Time travelling telephone booths can only go so far, and what is up with the bowtie?"More Like This
Yay for you! France and England were at it again. Why? Because you wanted to watch something. France suggested some risque movie, and England suggested Doctor Who. Personally, you were a fan of the show, but neither of the arguing nations knew that yet. You were planning on keeping neutral in the fight.
"What?" England scoffed. "Bowties are cool!"
"Only you would say that, Angleterre."
You sighed. The thought of going home crossed your mind a few times before the two began throwing punches.
"Holy mother of Daleks!" you cried out. "Will you two just leave, or at least fight in the backyard or something?"
France looked at you in confusion. England stared at you. For a moment, he also looked confused until a large smile slowly took its place on his face.
"You said 'Daleks'," he grinned.
"Oh no," you sighed.
"You're a Doctor Who fan!" he exclaimed.
Halfcat! Reader x England-My Bad? (Chapter Three)“Hey, wake up.” You felt something nudging your side.More Like This
“No- go away.” You rolled over and tried to sleep again.
“Fine, I guess that you won't get any ice cream~" he taunted. You perked up a little at the statement.
"What kind?" you mumbled.
"Whatever kind you want," you could imagine the smirk that would be plastered on his face.
"Wait- you have every flavour of ice cream?" you sat up to face him.
"No, we're going out to get ice cream," he sighed.
"Ears," you pointed to your head, where two little cat ears were sticking out of your skull.
"You really thought I would forget about that?" he pulled out a blue beanie from his pocket. You gave him a suspicious look, "You'll have to go out sometime, _______"
"Fine," you grabbed the hat and shoved it down to your human ears. "Better?" you said grumpily as he adjusted it.
"Perfect! Come on!" he grabbed your hand, pulling you to your feet when you realised something.
"Arthur- do I... by any chance... have a... tail?
HalfCat! Reader x England - My Bad? (Chapter Two)'W-where am I?' you couldn't see anything. You couldn't smell anything. You couldn't feel anything. You couldn't taste anything. You couldn't hear anything. You were just floating in nothing. You knew you were there because your thoughts were present, but that's all there were- thoughts. 'Is this what it's like to be a mind? Just thoughts? You know, besides the whole brain and skull thing...' little did you know that while you were trying to figure this predicament out, a British boy was trying to wake you.More Like This
"_______, please, please, please wake up!" he shook your body, trying to bring you out of you death-like state. You weren't actually dead but it looked as if you were. He knew this would happen, but he didn't know he would be so scared when it occurred. Slowly, you started stirring, as if you were just sleeping. "Thank God," he took your figure into his arms and carried you into the nearest room containing a bed. Also known as his bedroom. He placed you onto the freshly made bed and
England x reader: Doctor who? (part 1)(NOTE: I DO NOT KNOW MUCH ABOUT DOCTOR WHO, SO IF I’M WRONG ABOUT ANYTHING… THAT’S WHY!)More Like This
Arthur Kirkland, or referred to “England”, is my best friend whom I secretly love. However, I could never tell him because I’ve always been worried that if I tried to ask him out, my sentence would turn out awkward and confusing like the last time. His best friends, Alfred and Francis, know about my love for him, and they would often call me a coward when I refused to ask him out. I always feel ashamed of myself when that subject comes up.
*ringtone of your choice*
Ughh… it took me a while to wake up, take the picture of Arthur that I…cuddle with… and lie it next to the dresser, then pick up my phone.
“Hello,” I barely answered.
My eyes opened wide; it was him. I could tell he must’ve been nervous calling me, because he was nearly stammering.
“H-Hi, Arthur,” I said, trying to sound
England x Angel!Hurt!ReaderAgh... Where am I? Looking around, I try to get up, but feel a sharp pain in my leg. I wince. This is bad. This is really bad.. I'm in a forest, but I can hear cars nearby. I must be near the exit. Agh! How am I supposed to complete my task now?! I check my wings. Eh... Slightly damaged, but it would be very difficult to fly back, not to mention the energy it would take! Energy I don't have. I'd lose my balance and come crashing down, and next time I might not be so lucky. Wait... I hear faint footsteps. Very faint, but they're there. Oh no... A human can't see me like this! Oh good, I still have a bit of magic! It's barely enough to be able to hide my halo, and I fold my wings back. Hopefully it worked. I hide behind a bush, and listen as I hear a soft flutter of wings.More Like This
"Oi! Flying Mint Bunny, where are you going?!" I look up and find an adorable little flying mint colored bunny. "Flying Mint Bunny, where'd you go?!" The bunny
nuzzles my cheek, and I smile, asking,
England x Blind!Sick!Reader - Rain - Part 4 Weeks had gone by and you were settling in nicely in your new home in London. Arthur was right when he said it rained everyday. There wasn't a day so far where you could go out and enjoy the warmth of the sun. But you had to admit it was fun sitting in the rain with your gentleman. Not to mention you snuck in a few kisses now and then.More Like This
But today, it was actually clear out. You could tell from the change in atmosphere. Sitting up in bed, you swung your legs over and stood up shakily. Your head began to spin and you felt dizzy. Dizzier than usual. Shaking it off, you felt around for your cane when a hand grabbed your wrist.
"Good morning, ______," Arthur said as he pressed his lips to yours.
"O-oh!" your face reddened. "Good morning!"
Arthur smiled, even if you couldn't see the gesture and looped his arm with yours. He lead you down the stairs and into the kitchen. You sat in your chair, which he kindly pulled out for you, and began to eat the breakfast he h
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~an America X Reader X England fiction~
Two young men stood near the piano in the back corner impatiently. They looked like brothers, with almost the same shade of dirty blonde hair, though one's eyes were emerald and the other's were a deep blue. The latter was speaking animatedly (using American intonations) to the former, who was clearly agitated by his energy.
"Dude! You promised that I'd be able to choose the songs this week, and Billy Joel is the MAN!!!"
"Yes," the green-eyed man sighed. "I did say you could choose, but I was hoping we could at least compromise."
"Why, Artie? Didn't we play some David Bowie, and The Cure, last week?" The young American pouted.
"Alfred. HOW many times have I asked you to at least call me Arthur?" He shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose, tension clear. "And to answer your question, git, I wanted to play some of their songs that you bloody Americans don't appreciate."
Yes, they were the brothers England and America. A
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give yourself a guy name
"Hello welcome the shop how may i help you?"
There you were working in your self proclaimed Chocolate/ Coffee shop. You created it with your sister only 5 months ago and now you were the shop people all over the world knew about. You have even had people from Russia travel all the way just to indulge in your sin fully sweet delicacies.
"Um how about a maple coffee please."
"I would like a guten free blue berry muffin."
"I will like the bacon cheese burger please."
"Right away gentlemen."
You turned away from the 3 officers and went at your orders. You ripped the paper off of your order pad and placed it onto the metal counter. You then worked on the drinks and other food items.
"Told you the lunch special was a good idea!"
You turned to see your little sister Angelina smiling brightly at you. After awhile she suggested to have a special menu that only applied to at lunch, so that meant hamburgers, sandwiches and what not. So far t
I Am NotI am not Ugly; you're just holding the mirror wrong.More Like This
I am not Blind; I just love to listen.
I am not Retarded; I just learn differently than you.
I am not ADHD; the world just fascinates me.
I am not Depressed; this is how I smile
I am not Fat; I'm just as big as my heart.
I am not Bisexual; I want to share my love with all.
I am not Cross-eyed; One eye sees beauty in this universe,
the other looks towards my future.
Before you think you may have the answer, on who I'm supposed to be,
I am not Special; I'm just being me.
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“A-Alfred I need your help,” you said quietly. Alfred and you had been friends for a few years and over that time you had met many of his friends. Most of you got along, but one was different. Arthur Kirkland. He probably had the world’s biggest eyebrows.
However you seemed to get a crush on him.
“What is it _____________?”
“Y-you see I have this crush on someone and I don’t know how to tell him.”
Alfred smiled, “Dude, no need to explain. I knew it would happen sooner or later!”
“Really?” you asked surprised that the usually thick American would have figured out your crush before anyone else.
He put his arm around your shoulders, “Yeah, I mean we’ve been friends for a while so it was obvious.”
Your eyes widened, “Really?”
Alfred sighed, “It was only a matter of time really.”
“That you would fall for me of course!”
You felt your jaw drop and yo
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"WHO TOOK HER?!"
Francis held up the note for Oliver to read. Oliver's expression quickly turned darker and darker with every word he read.
"WE HAVE SOME NEW TARGETS, BOYS." Oliver said, cracking his knuckles. "LET'S GO!"
After some odd hours of being out cold (thanks to the classic chloroform trick), you finally came to, but much to your displeasure, you were still blindfolded and your hands bound behind your back. You didn't move. You instead listened to try and figure out where you were, and what was going on.
Momentarily, the hum of an engine was heard. A slight vibration could be felt below you, and you could tell you were in a vehicle of some sort. Your arms rubbed against the wall of the vehicle, and you could feel a carpeted wall. The floor beneath you was hard, and though you were blindfolded, some light shone through. You sniffed quietly, and the smell of pine could be smelt. Pine wood floors, perhaps? Were you in one of those moving t
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The alarm clock rings loudly, waking me from my peaceful slumber. I groggily sit up, hitting the snooze button with a loud yawn, then stretching my arms upward for a small moment to relieve some of my muscles. Wiping the crust from my still sleepy eyes, a sudden thought came running through my mind, or, shall I say, you came to mind.
I immediately feel my face redden, bringing the covers up to my chin as if to hide the fact I'm completely flustered. You always were the first thing I thought about whenever waking up, well, actually, I can never seem to get your adorable face out of my mind. It's like you've permanently locked yourself in my thoughts, or was it my heart? Most likely both.
We had only known each other for at least six months, though, by now, we knew more about each other than anyone who has known us their whole entire lives. It was the start of a new school year, as usual, no one knew of my existence, leaving me to find my way around
Teacher!England X Reader: Valentines DayYour day can't be completed without him. Ever since the day you tranferred in this school, At first glance, you fell inlove at this young professor, Arthur Kirkland. There's so many beautiful women scattered in this school that discouraged you, so you thought it's imposibble to get noticed by Arthur. You heard that he has the same age as you, he became a professor because he was ranked as the "Highest Intelligence" when he was 2 years old.More Like This
Today is Valentine's Day, as you expected, Arthur will be buried by chocolates which truly happened and the most shocking is, he didn't accepted any of them and left a obvious excuse, he said he is on a diet...
You are planning to give him a teddy bear which you sewed by yourself instead of chocolates but you didn't have enough courage to give it to him.
Class finally ended, the girls of your class left to search for Arthur while you are still sitting on your chair with your bestfriend, Francis. He received a lot of chocolates today too!
"If you're n
Romano x Reader- Love Hate RealtionshipMore Like This
"Hey hermano, can you help me with this tomato?" You were currently in yous tomato vineyard with your big brother Antonio. You were trying to harvest the ripe tomatoes and put them into your large basket but this one tomato was being
extremely stubborn. Antonio came up behind you and looked over your shoulder, "What's wrong chicka?" You grunted as you pulled again on the tomato. Antonio pushed you gently out of the way so he could get a better view of the stubborn
tomato and he crouched down in front of it. "It looks like it's caught up in some other vines that's why you can't get it out. Hand he your knife." You took your small pocket knife from your pants and handed it to your brother, he took it and
proceeded to hack away at the vines barley missing the tomato. "Hey stop! Your gonna hurt the tomato!" You took the knife away from Antonio and took his spot next to the tomato. Carefully you began to cut away at the remaining vines till the
Tomato was at last free. You gently pulled it
Romano X Reader: Learning ItalianRomano X ReaderMore Like This
"Now, bella, repeat after me; arrivederci~"
The usually bubbly Italian sighed, shaking his head. You'd been sitting at Feliciano and Lovino Vargas' kitchen table as Feli unsuccessfully tried to teach you his native language. Even though Feli had only tried to teach you the basics so far, you were having a fair bit of trouble.
Lovino, who was torn between being disgusted and amused at your failure, would swear and criticise you whenever he felt he felt it appropriate and FYI, that was a lot.
"C'mon bella, it's arriveder-"
"FRATELLO!" Lovino shouted from across the table, catching both you and Feli of guard. "You can't teach the idiota to say 'arrivederci' if she can't even roll her damned r's!"
You gave a snort of laughter as Feli's expression turned to one of a kicked puppy, but instantly regretted it when Lovino turned to scowl at you.
"And YOU, dumb-arse, LEARN TO ROLL
Happy birthday to me! Teacher!EnglandxReader6th period.Biology. Your heart starts pounding and suddenly you feel very nervous. But at the same time, you like the feeling. Or rather, the reason behind you feeling this way.More Like This
The reason had bushy eyebrows, beautiful green eyes, and a British accent that made you mentally swoon. And, he was your teacher.
Yep, you'd fallen head over heels for your English teacher, Mr. Kirkland. And you fell hard. Even though you never told anyone (even your folks), you felt like you probably made it kind of obvious and possibly kids talked about you when you weren't around. If you entered their mind at all, that is. You weren't really that popular.
Why exactly had you fallen for your teacher? Well of course there were those attractive qualities that you mentioned above (and you weren't the only one who felt this way, next year you heard two students who were in his class with him tell you they thought he was hot, though you probably were the only one who loved those eyebrows), but for you it was a mu
EnglandXReader - Valentines DayMore Like This
Today was a special day.
It was Valentines day, Where all the couples buy gifts to their loved one and be all lovey-dovey to one another like as if there is no tomorrow.
But there was one person who hated it, It was you.
"How come they all get to be with the person they love while I don't?" You said to yourself, Crossing your arms and pouting while sitting at a bench in a nearby park.
You were only here because the person that you like very much is also here. That blonde of a bastard wouldn't notice you no matter what you do! He was just sitting there (You were of course sitting far away from him.) reading a book
looking deadlishly handsome.
You sighed in disappointment and looked at him once more from afar. You imagined that a random cupid is flying around and shoot a dang arrow at him and make him fall in lo-
"OW!" He suddenly screamed in pain and held his back as if someone SERIOUSLY stabbed him with an arrow.
You widen your eyes in reali
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You thrust your hand into the hat and felt around, grabbing something at random and pulling it out. You found that you held a small British flag, slowly twirling it around in between your fingers curiously. You were pretty sure you knew whose it was.
“Hey, _____ got Arthur!” Alfred announced loudly, spotting the flag in your hand. You just shook your head and made your way to your friend’s messy closet before he threw you in there. ‘Such a strange place to lock people inside of…Especially for a game like this’ you thought, leaning against the wall. A few moments later the bushy browed brit poked his head out from the kitchen doorway, glaring at the noisy American as he walked towards him “I never put anything in there! What’s the meaning of this- hey! Let go of me you wanker!” he shouted, struggling to get away as Alfred dragged him towards the closet. “Sorry dude! Can’t keep the lady waiting” he replied c
EnglandxReader: The LetterEngland x ReaderMore Like This
'Meet me after school. Backstage. -Secret Admirer'
That was all the note said.
Now, when I had dreamed of getting a letter on Valentine's day, I had imagined it to be filled with kind words and beautiful expressions.
Not vague instructions.
I sighed and shoved the note in my bag then grabbed my books and shut my locker. Well, at least I had the whole day to figure out who had sent it. The thing was, I already had a few ideas.
FIRST PERIOD: ALGEBRA
I rushed in just as the bell rang and scooted into my seat next to one of my suspects, Alfred F. Jones. I know he had a thing for me at one point, but I really doubted that he was the sender. It would have been bigger and more outgoing if it was from him.
"Good Morning Al."
"Mornin' to you too, babe." I sighed and took out the homework
EnglandxReader - You're my comfort.Friendship and love should be terms away from each other, like, if you actually are best friends with someone then you can't love them romantically and if you are in a relationship with someone you can't love them in a friendly way. Is that so? That's not possible, I believe. Since Arthur and _____ were both at the same time. Sure, Arthur only acted as a friend when they were under the eyes of the French and American guys who hanged out with both of them -though, mostly Arthur-. But still, when they were only the two of them, oh dear~ He showed all his affection, even though we indeed, got a little bit shy at times but that didn't lasted long enough to make it awkward or weird.More Like This
But for the last few days, there's been something... Something unsettling _____. Something making her.. Act different. Even though she denied it, she was always looking at the girls that even dared to steal a glance at Arthur with a sad look. She always thought about how pretty the other girls were and how skinn
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"Thanks for inviting me Iggybrows." You said as you walked inside of your best friend England's house. He had called you earlier to invite you for tea and scones.
God you hoped that he hadn't made those scones,last time you tried his cooking you had to get your stomach pumped. England was your best friend but you had to admit that he was a horrible cook, not that you would ever tell him that of course. You would be the last person on Earth to hurt his feelings.
"You're quite welcome." England said as he closed the door behind you. You heard a high pitched screeching noise, you assumed that it was the kettle. "Oh that's the kettle, I will be back in a moment love. Just sit on the couch until I come back." He said, hurrying into the kitchen.
You did as he said and sat down, waiting for him to return. Soon enough he did. "Come with me to the table love, we can drink our tea there." He said as he held out his hand for you to take. "O-okay." You blushed as you grabbed his hand. When you two
Cat!England x reader - which one?"So, _____-san, which one do you want to keep?" Kiku asked me as I petted the cats.More Like This
"I'm going to keep Iggycat" I said. It's been hard decision but... what else I would do. Americat looked at me with his bright, blue eyes and started to panic. He was running around the room and meowing all the time.
"Now, now, be a good cat and go with me" Kiku grabbed the larger cat and walked out. Iggycat meowed at me and licked my cheek. I petted him as he purred.
"So... you're happy about that you're staying?" I smiled and he meowed louder. I took him onto my arms and looked at him. Somehow he looked really familiar.
"You are just like my friend, Iggy..." I smiled sadly. "His name is Arthur, he's so nice to me, you know?"
The cat turned his head to the side and I giggled.
"Yes, just like you" I rubbed his ear "he has green eyes, like you. Also, he has those crazy, thick eyebrows... and it looks like you have pair of them too"
He purred and rubbed his head on my neck. It's like he understood me.
Pick Up Lines: Drunk!EnglandXReaderAh, Sunday. In your opinion, it was the best day of the week.More Like This
No meetings, no childish fights with your Allies, no earth shattering migranes. Just silence, the morning newspaper, and a bowl of lucky charms.
Smiling, you took a sip of coffee. Oh yes, Sundays truely were the best day of the week. Nothing but golden silence echoed through the kitchen, and that was just how you liked it. That silence was soon broken, however, when your front door was violently thrown open and England stumbled into the kitchen.
You set down the newspaper and examined the Brit; judging by his flushed face and the way he kept swaying back and forth, you came to the conclusion that he was drunk on his ass. Why anyone would want to drink this early in the morning, you didn't really know; I mean, beer didn't exactly pair well with cereal.
Not that you really cared, of course.
"England, go home, you're drunk." You stated cooly, turning back to your cereal.
He ignored you and stumbled over to your chair, resting a
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Why Arthur had even accepted the invitation to Alfred’s party was beyond him.
The music was deafeningly loud, his head pounded like it was being hit repeatedly by a sledgehammer, and currently he was being crushed between two fairly burly men as he tried to make his way off the dance floor.
He squirmed between them, trying to push them off, only to have them bump back with the beat of the offensively explicit music.
Instantly, he lost his footing and tumbled forward, hitting the floor roughly. He scrambled to get back up, dashing for an escape from the madness.
He wanted to leave. Now. And nothing was going to stop him. . .
Except knocking into someone considerably forcefully.
He was so focused on getting out that he wasn’t really paying attention, and when he turned the corner you collided, spilling soda everywhere and bumping heads violently.
Arthur palmed his forehead in pain, looking down at his clothes. His once white button-up shirt now
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Because even a villain…
The bright and shiny summer days came to an end, making room for the dark and wet weather of the Fall. But it wasn’t the cold wasn’t your problem and it wasn’t the rustling sound from the nearby bush that gave you creeps.
Or maybe that was what scared you the most. Being alone in the small park with nothing around you, except trees, bushes, trees and... more trees, in the middle of the night. You often took that route when you were going home from work. The way by the park was shorter.
And usually, there were many people, not only you.
Couples, friends, teenagers, sometimes even families. When it was summer, and the days were longer and nights were brighter, many people were walking in the lovely park’s alleys. It was a nice and romantic place where you could find many hiding places to have a nice time with other person.
But in that moment, all the “lovely” spots looked as a perfect hiding place for all kind of th
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"(Name),go out with me." The same line kept on floating in your mind over and over, your (h/c) hair blowing in the wind while returning home from school.The way he asked you out,more like ordered you to go out with him appeared in your dream every night.You were almost forgetting that what happened is actually true. It was indeed unbelievable to you that the great Akashi Seijuurou had asked you out.You weren't acting like yourself after the confession.However,you were able to return to yourself after remembering the fact that he hasn't contacted you for an entire week.
'Maybe he lost interest in me.It would've been nice if we could spend a little more time together...' is what you thought...
...until you received a text.
"(Name),visit the basketball club whenever you're free tomorrow." This made your heart flutter a bit.You immediately ran over to your house as fast as you could and started to mentally prepare yourself for meeting him the
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America x Catholic Reader – Don’t Screw It Up
Dressed in a long white gown, you stood next to your soon-to-be-husband. A large smile spread across your lips as you turned towards the priest to begin the extremely long part of the ceremony. But before the priest was even able to utter a word, your father beat him to it.
“Alfred Jones,” he began, voice booming and echoing around the tall church walls, successfully grabbing everyone’s attention. The churchgoers quieted down and waited to hear what he had to say. Looking over your shoulder, you cocked an eyebrow at your father wondering why he wasn't sitting down already. “I want to tell you a story.” Oh…apparently that was why. And with that statement, the whole congregation started to laugh. You mentally face-palmed as you shot your dad an incredulous look.
“Dad, of all time
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Author's Note: Hey Anxnymous here! I've kinda got stuck with this series haven't I, so I better continue it. My commissions are all finished, except for a few tweakers, but that's about it. Enjoy your overgrown tree (Bertholdt), comment before you fave and maybe follow for more?
Blinking your eyes again, you reluctantly asked her to repeat that. But before Hanji could answer, a boy stands up and says:
You looked up at the guy who had risen from his seat; like, really, really, really look up. The boy was the tallest of everyone here, with short black hair, and a nervous look on his face; and damn, was he sweating a lot. Actually, maybe he was sweating a lot because you had been staring at him for the past few seconds without saying anything.
"Sorry," you apologize, ducking your head to hide the blush. "You're just the tallest person I've e
Ticklish (SwedenXReader)Berwald’s brows twitched in his sleep and he breathed out deeply as his fingers dug into the soft fabric of your shirt. “God you’re adorable.” You cooed, knowing that he was too much of a heavy-sleeper to wake up. Caressing his face gently, you smiled as the tension that had built up in his shoulders released and he continued to snore away softly.More Like This
His head was buried in your lap and you were trying not to squeal at your boyfriend’s sweetness. It was strange really, most people got freaked out when he looked at them and the fact that so many people feared him did get to him. He just put up an invisible wall so that people couldn’t hurt him and for that he was judged terribly. The first time you met him though, instead of shying away from him, you offered him your hand and gave him a heart-warming smile.
As you stroked his hair, your hand lightly grazed his ear and he cringed, angling his head in such a way that your hand was trapped from moving anymor
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You were together with Gilbert for almost 4 years. You were at his house, spending time with him. But this was not spending time at all if all he does is playing (favorite game)and not talking to you the whole day while you are just sitting on the couch next to Gilbert, watching him play. You are bored out of your mind so you want to tease him. Not just for today though, but for the following days.
Attempt # 1
"Hey, Gilbert?" Your voice is very serious, one that Gilbert never heard of before so he paused his game and turned to you.
"Yes, mein schatz?" He said while waiting for what you are about to say.
You avoided his ruby eyes and looked at the floor.
"Um, I was thinking that this is not working for both of us so I'm gonna-
"WHAT?!NO MEIN SCHATZ!YOU ARE MINE ONLY!WHAT WENT WRONG?I'LL STOP PLAYING VIDEO GAMES JUST FOR YOU!I WILL EVEN SAY THAT YOU ARE MORE AWESOME THAN ME JUST DON'T LET ME GOO!YOU CAN EVEN READ MY DIARY-"
"Wait.You have a diary?What are you,five?Anyways I was just sayi
EnglandxReader: Notebook EntriesLooking at the shelves of books, Arthur Kirkland found a familiar looking girl in the library. It was (Name), a girl from his class. They talked to each other once in a while, and ate together sometimes, too.More Like This
"Hello, Miss (Last Name)," he greeted as he approached her. Unfortunately for him, they were still on formal terms.
(Name) clutched her notebook close to her and smiled. "Hi, Mister Kirkland. How are you?"
"I'm alright, thank you for asking. I'm just looking for a good book. And I'm guessing that you're looking for one too?"
She laughed a bit before trying to reach up to get one, barely touching the book's spine. "Yes, I am."
Arthur noticed her difficulty since she was shorter than him and the shelf. Since he was such a gentleman, he reached up with little efforts and got the book for her. "Is this the one?"
(Name) nodded and thanked him in return. He noticed she wasn't giving any eye contact and there was a slight tint of pink on her cheeks, which brought him to look
Canada X Reader - Heartbeats He didn't know when he had started to love you, more than he already had. Maybe it was that time you spent your day with him on his birthday. Maybe it was that time you took care of Kumajirou when he was ill. Or maybe it was that time you said that he was your best friend in the world, that you would have no other by your side. Maybe, it was from the start.More Like This
Today, it was your birthday. Matthew decided that it would be a good idea to visit you, as you weren't the kind of person to go out and party, or to host one, for that matter. Since he had been your best friend for most of your life, he knew what you liked, disliked, loved, and absolutely detested. This gave him the distinct ability to know what you would love for your birthday. However, Matthew decided against purchasing something, as gifts usually went to waste. He wanted to do something heartfelt for you, something that you would remember forever.
You anticipated, yet d
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England x Reader – Rain, Tea and Whispered Confessions
"Hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind
That I put down in words
How wonderful life is
Now you're in the world" - Your Song, Elton John
[f/n] was currently reading a very interesting book. It was one of her old favorites, the one she’d always end up reading again, because it was enough to make her want to scream around the house, just how much she loved those pages. It was comforting each time she picked it up, like meeting an old friend.
She was curled up under many blankets, hidden from the cold temperature, partly due to the pouring rain outside. [f/n] was feeling the same thrill she’d always feel when reached that specific part if the text, the sudden chill that always went down her spine, heart pounding so loud while her pupils dilated. Her fingers were nearly shaking when she flipped to the next page and she could barely resist the anxiety when…
Her doorbell rang, loudly and repeatedly, maki
2p!England x Reader: Twisted Fairytales 1WARNING! This chapter contains a bit of violence, and... well... If you're reading a 2p, you should know by now. May not be appropriate for smallish children!More Like This
You sat down on one of the stumps in the woods and put your head in your hands. So lost…
Your father had sent you to chop some firewood, because that ego-tastic moron refused to buy a heater. He made it clear that you were only allowed to chop up stumps, because he didn’t want dead wood and he couldn’t bear the thought of killing a tree.
You decided not to tell him where paper came from. That idiot.
You sighed, straightening up and stretching. Maybe it wasn’t so bad that you had gotten lost. At least you wouldn’t have to deal with your frantic father for a while. Maybe you would even have an adventure or two. Picking up your axe, you started wandering again.
Surely you would find somebody who could help you get home, right?
Not paying attention to where you were going, you stumbled on a rock and fel
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“I’m gonna be in Hawaii during this vacation while the rest of you freeze your butts off!” Your friend Nene squealed with excitement.
The both of you were in PSAT, the last class of the day. Winter break was going to start but you didn’t wait for Christmas, you knew what you were going to get. You saw your father, dressed as Santa putting present under the tree and heard him muttering about getting you two new sweaters and a new phone, your first one. You were somewhat of a loner and when you tried to make friends you froze up and fainted. It was a miracle that you became friends with Nene; so it never occurred to your parents to buy you phone. Though this time you planned to ask him out, Alfred F. Jones, the bad boy of the school, and you won’t let your shyness get in the way.
Little did you know the same person had a New Year’s resolution of asking you out.
Alfred F. Jones or Al as h
Never Getting Back Together Ch 3: 2P!CanadaXReaderYou grimaced. You were at one of Alfred's parties for the first time in almost an entire year. You had been dragged along by Elizaveta to get dolled up. You were too depressed to argue with her. You hadn't been alone with Mark since the moment Mark saved you from the cold and your own stupidity. You hadn't even got to thank him. He never came back that night, or the following day. The only reason you knew he beat up Francis was because a picture was sent to you of Francis' bruised face. It made your stomach squirm like live snakes but you decided to go home shortly afterwards, unwilling to stay the night again in the middle of the woods. You did send a response text, telling him where he could find your house and where the spare key was.More Like This
You had tried to stay up and wait for him but every night you would fall asleep on the couch. You would wake up in your bed, neatly tucked in but to an empty house. At least it was a sign that he had been there. Mark would always leave you before you c
2p!Americax1p!England Paper PlaneAs Arthur was walking to school he usually took the long route to get there. Wake up at 5am and then walk there because if he used his quiet expensive car it would be keyed. He never understood why people didn't like him. In middle school everyone didn't seem to mind him and he actually had friends. But when high school came about they all just left him to do things like sports. Which Arthur didn't seem to mind .Once he entered the school he went over to the cafeteria and sat down doing his homework since no one was around to torment him. When seven came around he would sneak off to the band hall to do it.More Like This
Alfred was the school bully. He enjoyed causing pain to others. Name calling, beatings, you name it, he enjoyed it. In reality he did because he had problems, but when he hurt others he felt such power that he had never felt before, it became like a drug. When he entered the school he spotted Arthur sneaking of to the band hall. He decided to get his high power now.
When Arthur was s
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You sat in the window seat looking out at the snow. It snowed an awful lot lately. And you being the country of (country's name) you were/weren't used to it. You let out an exasperated sigh and looked down at your now swollen stomach. You were about 6 months pregnant and married to the nation known as Lithuania. Although you called him Toris, his human name. You two had been married for roughly about 3 years now after he pleaded with Russia to let him. Little did you know what Russia had in store for poor Toris for the price of marrying you. It had taken a big toll on him. Russia was a big nation who had control over Lithuania, Estonia, and Latvia. He was a cruel man behind his childlike exterior. Poor Toris got the brute force of it since he is the oldest of the three. Russia would take him into a back room and beat him till he was bruised with the lead pipe.
Suddenly there was a loud bang that interrupted your thoughts further, indicating Toris was home and it was not a good da
Obsession 2p!EnglandXReaderHe walked through the crowded streets, his footsteps light, the bright sunlight shinning down on his strawberry blond hair. He stopped for a moment, his bright blue eyes scanning the area, though it was hardly necissarry; he could have walked there with his eyes shut, he knew the way so well.More Like This
His blue orbs rested on a small, comfy looking cafe that just seemed to make everything look a little brighter. He smiled, but it wasn't his usual crazed, sadistic smile he had plastered to his face whenever he played his game of cat and mouse; it was a true, genuine smile of happiness.
He walked over to the cafe and opened the door, inviting himself inside. It was rather cozy and warm, the smell of freshly baked bread in the air. He paused to deeply inhale the delicious smell; although he prefered cupcakes, the bread did smell rather tasty.
A small bell rung when he stepped inside, alerting you to his presence. A wide grin spread across your face. "Hello, Artie!" Of course you knew his name; the
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The word rang loud and ugly through your skull.
The clock on your car radio read 7:30p.m. like a ln angry, red signal.
You promised. You promised Matthew that you would be at his show tonight. The ten-year-old boy was counting on you. You pinky swore. Everyone forgot about Matthew.
Except for you.
You went to every event, every game, recital,concert. Hell, you even went to parent teacher conferences. That boy was expecting YOU. Not his father. Matthew was going to be looking for you.
Traffic was terrible! It seemed like the universe was working against you. "Dammit!Dammit!" There was an accident about half a mile ahead and it wouldn't be cleared for about two hours by the looks of it.
In a spur of the moment decision, you parked your car on the side of the road next to a local pub.
"Aye! Lass!," the pubowner bellowed. "Ye cain't park that 'ere!"
"I'm sorry Allistor," you pleaded. "I'll be back for it I swear!"
You ran out into the pouring rain, your feet splashing anxiously i
HE'S THE FATHER?! (2p England x reader) 3You sat there in silence for a moment. Thinking about what Arthur had said. Moveing in with him WOULD make it seem like he was the father....More Like This
"Alright Arthur me and Florentine will move in with you." You agrred.
" Florentine?" He and Michell both gave you funny looks.
"Thats what I decided to call her Florentine, louis, Kikrland. Hey! Dont give me that look! Im her mother so I get to name her!" You glared at Michell who gave you a questioning look.
"Well I think it great love." Arthur said smiling. He gave you a gentel kiss on the forhead.
"Hey! Hey! Dont go acting like were married now Arthur." You said in a teasing way. Arthur just laughed and kissed your head again.
"I know love but I need to get into my fatherly mood now dont I?"
"Sure, sure, You and your lame excuses." You replyed.
Michell looked at the two of you bichering away like an old couple. Maybe this could work.
(Le time skip~
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You watched the flames, you could smell the burning scent of fear and agony. You made several attempts to scream, but your voice was washed out by endless yelling from the firemen around you.
"Someone! Help! Please!" Tears rushed into your sockets.
You heard a loud cracking noise, followed by a bang, and the house before you collapsed into nothingness in the flames.
"No!" the six year old you screamed, "Mommy and Daddy are still in there!"
You fell to your knees, held onto your teddy for dear life, and screamed your cries for your parents.
But that, that was twelve years ago. It's interesting how one event can change the course of your life forever.
You sat absentmindedly at your desk and fought the urge to fall asleep. You told yourself again and again to sleep earlier every morning but that attempt always failed when you saw the piles of unfinished work you loaded for yourself on your desk.
You had a dream. You wanted to go to ________ (colla
NorwayxPregnant!Reader (ft Nordics) - Names MatterMore Like This
You yawn widely as you lean back against the couch, watching Lukas flick through the baby names book quietly. The Norwegian is hunched over the desk at the side of the room as he looks at the book. You had asked for him to voice his opinion on any names he liked, but he hasn’t spoken for at least half an hour so he’s either forgotten or not found anything suitable enough.
“Luke,” you say, sitting up a bit more.
“Hm?” he looks at you.
You roll you eyes, “Have you found any names?”
He pauses, looking back at the book, before shaking his head, “No.”
Sighing irritably, you heave yourself up and approach him, despite his protests for you to stay put so he could come to you.
“Lukas, we are two weeks away from having this baby and we are nowhere near finding a suitable name. Whose fault is that?” you ask. He leads you back to the couch and tells you to sit down.
Neko!Sweden x Reader Chpt 4 It had been about two weeks later since the little mishap during the large tom's birthday. Sadly, no matter what you did, he wouldn't go near you or let you touch him. He'd quickly dart out from under the bed before your alarm rang and do what he needed to do. Sometimes he'd be too lazy and not wake up before you. That's when you'd find him eating the food you gave him and some water. There was even a small, yet hilarious time when you stood by the litter box and waited for him to come out. After finishing his business he crept out before quickly turning his head to you to give one of his dramatic glares before sprinting away into your room only to meet the door to said room before hand. You felt so bad for him but even then when you walked over to try and pick him up, he ran and fled under the bed.More Like This
This was the normal thing between the two of you. He'd avoid you at all costs, letting you see only glimpses of his
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Wolf. Your mind screamed at you, beginning you to run. Every muscle in your body tensed at the danger you felt. And yet, your eyes remained locked on the creature in front of you. You did not move. You barely breathed at all.
The wolf stared at you, its icy blue eyes boring into your soul. Its tail was straight and stiff, like a branch sticking from a tree, and it kept it’s body crouched low to the ground. You could tell that the muscles in its body were also tense, and you could see some of the muscles in its forelegs rippling. The wolf’s shoulder blades poked up from its back like two tiny mountains. Its ears stood tall, alert, and you could see its breath coming out in small, white puffs. The creature before you almost seemed human. You would have thought it was beautiful, if you hadn’t been so scared.
The stick was shaking in your hand, you noticed vaguely. Or perhaps it was your hand that was shaking, and the stick was shaking because of
Taken (Viking! Denmark x Reader) 09It was already dark when ____ opened her eyes. She looked around and could only make out the outline of a few items that were around her, but she knew she was in the Queens Cottage. She groaned slightly as she sat up, rubbing her eyes while trying to figure out how she got there in the first place. Just then, flashes of a furious man chained to a tree raced through her mind like a storm. His body was covered in cuts, bruises and other wounds, he was filthy and his eyes was shooting lighting. He was screaming at her.. he struggled against the chains and she was certain that if he had managed to get free... he would kill her. The (h/c) queen felt the same wave of panic she had felt earlier that day wash over her again, she couldn't breathe! The man that had tried to strike her on the boat 5 weeks ago had been chained in the middle of a forest all this time... as punishment? She quickly jumped out of her bed and bolted for the door as if she couldn't get out of the small hut fast enough,More Like This
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The bus you were supposed to board pulled away from the stop just as you managed to reach the stop. You sighed and moved to the wall a few feet back from the sign and leaned against it A few moments later you slid to the ground, sitting on top of the messenger bag you used as a purse. At that moment the wind picked up.
You began shivering, as you thin jeans and denim jacket weren’t keeping the wind off as well as they should have been. At least your feet were warm in the sneakers you had pulled on earlier. Your overgrown bangs began falling into your eyes because the wind was so strong. You pulled up the hood of the hoodie you had on under your jacket to try keeping it out of your face, but it didn’t help.
After a while you began sweeping your bangs out of the way in furious swipes. As you did, you hit the lenses of your glasses, causing the hinges and plastic of the frames to creak each time. You let out a breath of air, exasperated,
Ireland's Mansion: Rachel's Visit(Setting takes place in Ireland’s mansion. Vatican City is cooking frantically alone in the kitchen. Ivory Coast walks in half asleep and still in her pajamas.)More Like This
Ivory Coast: (Yawns) Good morning, VC! Ah, I see you’re cooking a breakfast fitting for yours truly? That’s so sweet!
(Ivory Coast walks past Vatican City while he’s trying to cook and picks up a grapefruit.)
Ivory Coast: But this is more than enough for me. I’m watching my figure, you know.
Vatican City: This meal is not for you, Aamy.
(Ivory Coast looks up from her grapefruit, shocked.)
Ivory Coast: It’s not? Then who’s it for?
Vatican City: Our guest, Rachel.
Ivory Coast: Who’s Rachel?
Vatican City: She’s one of our number one readers. Don’t you keep up with our fans?
(Ivory Coast shrugs, then smiles.)
Ivory Coast: Nope! My fans keep up with me! And way to break the fourth wall, Anthony!
(Ivory Coast keeps smiling and airily moves out of the kitchen.)
Ivory Coast: I
Simple Arithmetic: Papa!EnglandxDead!Reader"Mattie!" Alfred yelled out, calling the other soft spoken boy into the playroom.More Like This
Matthew walked over to his brother who had his head buried deep within a chest of their fathers. "Why are you looking at Dad's old clothes?" Mattie asked Alfred.
"Never mind that, would you look at some of this?" Alfred exclaimed, pulling out an old plaid detective hat and placing it on his head. "I'm going to be Sherlock Holmes, and you can be Watson!" he said, pulling out a bowler hat and sticking it on Matthew's head.
Arthur had stopped once he heard the conversation, and was about to tell them not to mess with his things, when he heard them talking about Sherlock Holmes. He chuckled at the thought of the American boy taking an interest in something British, so he let the messing with his stuff slide. Arthur just stood right outside the doorway, listening to them for a moment.
"But, Alfred, what's the mystery?" Mattie asked, pulling the hat back up from over his violet eyes so he could see.
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I sighed as I entered my house and closed the door behind me. Another pointless meeting with countries who did nothing but bicker and complain. And that bloody idiot, America. You'd think since I raised him, he would be brighter and more realistic. What a laugh.
I hung up my coat and loosened my tie as I walked into my bedroom. What I needed was a good rest. Too exhausted to properly change clothes, I flopped down onto my bed face first. After taking a deep breath, I turned my head to the side and looked around until my eyes settled on a picture frame that stood on my bedside table. I stared at it. It was a picture of me and _____. It was taken long ago, around when I had first found the little country. I had found her on the coast of my own country, just sitting in the sand and staring at the ocean. It was quite surprising. She didn't panic or look scared when I approached her. As soon as our eyes met, we sor
Strong: England x Sick!ReaderYour grasp had always been strong. Even in sleep, when England slid his hand into yours, you would hold on to him as though your life depended on it. He could snuggle into your sleeping form and you would hug him with all your strength. When the dreams of the past, the all consuming loneliness, overtook him, England only needed to find you. Awake or otherwise, you would comfort him to the best of your ability.More Like This
Your silhouette could instantly calm him, as your breathing was always strong and deep. (h/c) spilled over your face, and those brilliant (e/c) eyes were closed but active even in sleep.
But your grasp wasn’t strong now. It was weak and lifeless as you slowly slipped through his fingers. He had known you would die before him, but he had never accepted it. England had always assumed you’d let him try some spell to give you immortality so the two of you could stay together. Or at least that you would have the full life experience of the average adult.
Because he had the
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It was just after midnight on a stormy night. Explosions of thunder kept the coyotes howling through the night. Lightning illuminated your room for split seconds when the light made its way through the cracks of space between the blinds and the window frame. Wind rattled the screen in its place while it howled around the exposed walls of the room and caused the young tree outside to wave around in danger of being uprooted.
The room – your bedroom – was freezing. There were three walls exposed to the wind outside, and, being an old house, the heating unit was having a tough time keeping up with it. It was lit solely by the blue glow from the screen of your laptop. You were watching some DVDs you had found in your room to hopefully help you fall asleep faster. Instead it made you want to stay up longer.
The wireless internet had gone down hours ago. Normally you would have just gone right to bed, but the wind’s screams and the r
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England x Reader
There was a loud banging noise that you presumed was the front door; boisterous stomping down the hallway and incoherent words were thrown around as your husband dropped his suitcase on the kitchen table. There were dark circles forming under his eyes and stress lines were more apparent on his pale face.
He slumped into his armchair in the living room and began unraveling the newspaper that he picked up from the driveway, you on the other hand, were standing in the kitchen as all of the commotion happened, worried for your husband as his mood grew more sour each day.
You wanted to help, but you hadn't the slightest clue as to why he was so upset. He never complains about work, his brother Alfred hasn't bothered you two in a while, hell, he just got a raise!
"So, what's the big deal grumpy-butt?" you asked as you leaned on the back of his armchair. Arthur sighed distastefully and flipped the page of his newspaper saying,
Trust: Thief!England x Police!Reader"What did you steal this time, Iggy?" you asked casually, tossing your bag down on the floor of the examination room by the table.More Like This
He grinned at you, "Long time no see, poppet. And why do you call me Iggy?" The green emeralds bore into you, attempting to dazzle you with their charm, but you weren't falling for it.
"You won't tell me your real name, and you're not in the books. You don't exist, and you're a crafty little greedy imbecile. So you're my little Ichabod Crane. And someday I'll trip you up with nothing more that a pumpkin and a horse." you sneered. This man was the bane of your existence. He had evaded capture for so long, you could barely stand it.
He looked at you, "Now that's just not fair, love. I'm nothing like Ichabod Crane. He's tall and lanky, and is out to steal Katrina's fortune. I'm a little on the short side, if I admit it, and I'd never do something so disgraceful. I'm like Robin Hood, I steal from the rich, to help myself, a poor soul."
You looked at him,
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Lost In Paradise- Evanescence- Arthur's perspective
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Lovesong- Adele- Readers and Arthur's perspective
"The Cap'n's returning!" Gibbons shouted as he saw Arthur, Antonio, Gilbert and Francis in the distance, making their way back with the rest of the crew that had been with them. Mathieu. Peter and yourself leaned over the railing to watch them as they came closer.
"We caught him! We caught him! Look!" Peter said as he tugging on your arm, pointing in the direction of where Cruz was still struggling in the net that was being carried by some of Arthur's men. You smirked in triumph as you took a step back, quickly ascending the stairs to the quarter deck and projected your voice so it was loud enough for all to hear.
"LETS HEAR IT FOR THE CAPTAIN!" you shouted, prompting the entire crew to give shouts of cheering and 'hoorah's". By the time Arthur had reached his ship the entire crew were sho
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You jolt up quickly, bringing yourself from the verge of sleep.
The time is 2 am. The room around you is dark and quiet. No one else is awake on this fine Saturday night. You sigh and wiggle your computer mouse to reawaken your lovely computer. The black screen lights up once more, illuminating the walls and drawing shadows across your face.
'One more message. I'll reply to one more message…then I'll go to bed…'
You click with years of practice's speed. Images flash past quickly, yet you pay no attention to them, passing the Deviant Art homepage and logging in with extreme typing speed.
'50 Feedback messages? I just replied to them all.'
You click on the little inbox and wait for it to load. The seconds seem to take forever. Your alertness decreases, your eyelids drop. Your body wants to sleep, but your mind hasn't finished its duty of replying to all feedback messages before bed, as you try to do every night. You open your eyes and focu
EnglandXReader MistletoeTaking the brownies out of the oven, you put them on the counter. You grabbed a knife and carefully cut them into pieces. You walked to the dish cupboard and took a plate out to put the brownies on. Once they were on the food table, everything was in place. The party won't start for another half hour or more, so you decide to make some tea and save the fruit punch and pop for the guests.More Like This
A few minutes after you made your tea the door decided to finally ring. You set the tea down and walked over to the door, your dress swaying and your face bright. Opening the door you saw Alfred, Matthew, Francis, and your longtime crush, Arthur Kirkland. They all held neatly wrapped and very colourful gifts in their hands, ready for their Secret Santa person to open.
"Hello! You guys sure are early, not that it's a bad thing. Please, come in." You waved your hand to the inside of the house. They eagerly stepped in, releasing Jack Frost's grip on them. You told and showed them where the food and drinks
Secret Agent!EnglandXReader Sick SurpriseThere were plenty of times in Arthur's job when his track of thought went something like this: Shitshitshitshitthisisgoingtohurtalot.More Like This
One of those times was now, when he had to jump from the third floor into a Dumpster. Glass and garbage sliced him, but he tried not to think of that and jumped out, using the edge for leverage. He had been attending a banquet, but word got around that Arthur wasn't actually Reginald Simmons III, and guards were after him. His mask had worn thin at the party, but he still refused to take it off, lest he show his true identity.
A black figure flicked out from the rooftops, following Arthur. He supressed a groan. 'Great, more company.' He couldn't fire at it, he'd just be broadcasting his location to the guards. He turned out of the alleys he was running through and merged into the streams of people on the sidewalk. Arthur snatched a jacket tied loosely around someone's waist and zipped it up. He ducked into a secondhand store and k
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*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
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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