England and America - Lullaby for a Stormy NightAmerica x England Lullaby for a Stormy NightMore Like This
The wind howled and the lightning flashed as the thunder roared in the dark filled with unknown sights and sounds and feelings. Meanwhile, shivering underneath duvets and blankets and pillows and soft toys was America. Tears welled in his eyes and fell pitter-pattering into his small, shaking hands in synchronisation with the rain hammering against the rooftop, which was making some alarming creaking sounds, almost as if threatening to give way altogether and crush the small boy. He let out another whimper as the storm growled and hissed at him angrily, the cold draught seeping in through cracks and holes and trying to tickle the young nation into submission. He just shrank into an even tighter ball as a sob wrenched itself from his throat.
He looked up at the toys huddling under the fort of sheets with him, at their warm, comforting smiles. "There, there, America," they seemed to speak to him with their gleaming button eyes, <
America x England - Self-Esteem"Alfred, you've been on that computer for over an hour now, it's time to get off and rest your eyes."More Like This
Alfred spun round in the desk chair at the sound of Arthur's voice, beaming brightly, "Dude, Artie, I've totally got to show you this!"
Arthur sighed and came to sit on the armrest of the chair, wobbling at first before Alfred wrapped his arm around his waist to support him. Arthur just went along with it whenever Alfred said "I've got to show you this" or "Come and look at this" because the American would pucker his bottom lip and whine otherwise about how the Briton was "no fun". It was a lot less painful to settle down and be shown the horrible thing (he had shown him a blobfish once. It was a disgusting fish that looked like a blob) rather than have Alfred sulking for the rest of the day. Who knew, maybe this time it would be kittens or children at Christmas or something.
Unfortunately not so.
People with low self-esteem are 80% more likely to criticize othe
Cold (Bully! England X Bullied! Reader) Chapter 7ColdMore Like This
(Bully!Arthur X Bullied!Depressed! Reader
A Hetalia Fanfiction
Story By: WhiteSpiritPearl
“Within My Heart Without Yours”
Help! We need a doctor!
As if on cue, the nurses and the doctor himself rushed to (y/n)’s side. “Lad! Clear out the room! Move it!” He told me. My mother and father rushed in as well and grabbed me to give the doctor and the nurses some space to assess what is happening to her.
What is happening!? She’s not going to die is she!? No! That can’t happen! Please! Please! Please! God! Please help her! Oh please help her! I beg you! Please! Please! Do not let my mistake… don’t let it kill her!
I couldn’t live with that guilt. I just couldn’t live with it. No human being could.
I was sweating, my heart was pounding. I collapsed to my knee. I could have ran to her instead. But my feet could not take me there to her. Instead I stayed and watched.