Hetalia: The (Not So) Beautiful Dating WorldMore Like This
Hetalia: The (Not So) Beautiful Dating World
For the brokenhearted
Sick of happy endings? Let's be real.
Love. Wanting love is only natural. Finding it is natural. Keeping it is a natural disaster.
This is a series of stories for the brokenhearted. You, dear reader, could be one of my characters. Therefore, I have given you the unpleasant gift of reliving the past and living in this story.
Have you ever had your heart broken? We all must have at least once. Dear reader, it is fortunate to experience heartbreak only once. My heart was beaten to death.
Do you remember the very first time? This was when a friendship died.
Do you remember the second time? This was when someone you love was very sad, but there was no
Protector of the Queen (EnglandXReader)More Like This
He falls asleep to the sound of gentle breathing.
A subtle feeling of apprehension hovers over his figure while the night attempts to make him Hers. A thunderstorm rolls into his mind, exploding like fireworks along his skull while the Night coo’s it’s sadistic lullabies into his ear, petting his blond locks as if it was comforting him.
But it didn’t matter; as long as she was here. Her presences was enough to subdue the oddly charming, strangely convincing songs from the devil himself.
The blond haired man would often sneak past her, watching her fragile figure go about her daily routines. “Are you alright?” He would ask in a bare whisper. But she would never respond.
This he grew accustomed to. It was the same every day. He would laugh, telling himself “the dear queen is hard of hearing.”
And when the world was at peace, he would let his fingers fall along the wooden door while a small tapping came from his pale skin. But he couldn
England x Reader: EmeraldMore Like This
That was the colour of his eyes. A deep, green colour that gave you shivers whenever his gaze met yours, even if just for a second.
You often found yourself staring at those eyes, dreaming about what life could be like; if only you were his. And how happy you would have been, to have him all for yourself.
Him, with his golden locks, his caterpillar eyebrows, his cute smile that he would show off every time someone threw some coins in the hat he had on the ground … And those eyes. Those gorgeous eyes.
They were all you could think of lately. As embarrassing as it is you had really fallen for that boy, and his eyes... Especially his eyes.
Looking into them was like being inside a green forest, surrounded by trees and with a faint breeze rustling with the leaves on them… But now you were just being poethic, weren’t you?
You had, once again, found yourself daydreaming about what could be whilst being captivated by his emerald orbs, staring into them
The Garden - England x ReaderMore Like This
"The Garden - England x Reader"
"Just because we're from different families that hate each other doesn't mean we cannot be together..."
By - British-Nerd
The warm, spring breeze flows through the air as the golden rays of sunlight shine down on the garden, making (First Name)'s (Hair Colour) hair glow. A variety of different colour roses fill the setting - red to black - they were all beautiful. In the middle of this grand garden is a fountain; a fountain made of gold and the top has an angel on it. The crystal blue water running its way on down.
(First Name) sat lady-like on the green grass, for she was wearing a (Favorite Colour) (Favorite Flower) sundress. Black flip-flops with diamonds encrusted in them completed the outfit.