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"Stop...all of you!"
"What if (your name) doesn't..."
"THAT'S ENOUGH YOU WANKERS!"
England, was preparing something special for you, on account it had been a full year since you two became friends. He invited you over for tea, and you were going to be over in almost an hour. Now, before this, some of his magical friends came by and decided to visit him. So far, things weren't working out.
Arthur began to pout before setting a tea bag into the pot he was using. He set up two cups on a nice try with little scones and biscuits. He smiled thinking of you enjoying them. He rememberd the day he first met you. The day you asked him for some paper at the world meeting. You got into a conversation after he asked; "Why? Nothing's important about meetings anyway." and became good friends after that. You were able to get along with Sealand better then he could, even America noticed how much you two spent together. Most countires wou
The Selection~EnglandxReaderWhy was I here again? Oh..right..it was Alfred's idea. After being together for long, it wasn't until nearly a month ago he got up and said to enter. It wasn't my intentions, but it most likely seemed to be his. Then a few nights ago, he went full out a said it was over, but said he didn't want it to. He went on about how 'He needed to be the hero' and 'hero's need to take care of others, not the other way around.' I didn't believe the whole 'hero' thing, but it still hurt a ton. Like I had just been slapped across the face. Finally, the day arrived. The Selection. The day a special group of eight girls, would compete for the heart of the wealthy prince Arthur. Like I said, it wasn't my intentions. I wanted to stay and marry Alfred..but nuh-uh. I sighed and rubbed my forehead of sweat as the announcer came onto the stage. After a barely night's sleep, I felt exausted. If only I could have stayed in bed and slept. And dreampt of Alfred. Wait. No more Alfred! This was silly, I needed to
HetaliaxReader-Lost my Book-England!HetaliaxReader-Lost my Book-England has it!
You could see the handsome brit, making his way towards you, carrying your diary in his hand. He looked a little delighted to see you. You walked towards him, and finally seeing your book made you sigh in relief.
"Here, love." he passed you the book and shoved his hands in his pockets. You loved it when he called you love.
"Thank you Arthur!" finally your notebook was safe. You tucked it safely in your purse. "I wouldn't want Francis to read it."
Arthur nodded in agreement. You took another glimpse of him. He was so lovely in every way. From his blond hair to his gentlemenly clothing style, to his love for mythical creatues, and use of black magic.
"Soo..Arthur." you broke the silence. "What are you doing right now?"
"Going home, love." he seemingly choked. "Want to come with me?"
"I'd be delighted."
He held his hand for you, instead of linked arms with him, and mad
Just Trying to get attention!~CanadaxReader"(Your name)! You put the vanilla in the wrong bowl!" you classmate, and group member shouted at you. Startled, you down to see the bowl with flour and sugar inside, then turned to the see the bowl with egg in her hands.
"You were supposed to put it in THIS bowl."
Looking from one bowl to the other, you finally accepted it. You looked like a total idiot. This wasn't even the first time. There was a few weeks ago making cookies you forgot the add the sugar. And the time making muffins and you put some ingredients into the wrong bowl.
Was there anything you could do right?
Sighing sadly, you replied back.
"I'll scoop it out and redo it."
Taking the little vanilla from the first bowl, you threw it in the garbage before starting over again. Once that was put right, you sighed and sat in your seat. The group didn't really want you around, after your many blunders, so you usually sat there and watched them make the food. Your job was usually to clean up afterwards. But hey! At least yo
Pirate!PrussiaxReader~RequestAnother crash of the bottle shocked you from a designed sleep. It wasn't until they the shouts, hollers, and laughs coming from up top reminded you of where you were. Stuck on a cursed pirate ship. It was the last place you wanted to be, but how else would you get your message of your mother's sickness to England? It all happened so quickly, and this was the only way to get a doctor the message fast enough. You overheard a few of the crew speaking about heading to England, so that was the only reason you got on. Now, you were hiding behind a few barrels, hoping and praying nobody would see you. It was a good two days till England however, and you need food somehow-if not your stomach would most likely give you away. Every once in a while during the night you would get from your hiding place, and sneak some food from the nearby kitchen.
Tonight..however, may not be the best time. For some reason, the crew was staying up later than they usually did, and having a party. Everything was fin
The blond haired english man looked towards his friend (your name), raising an eyebrow in the process.
"Yes (your name)?"
Without warning, the blond man's eyes widened as (your name) opened his mouth as if trying to seek some buried teasure. She peered into his mouth and stared at his teeth.
"You don't have bad teeth Arthur!"
"Bloody hell woman!?" Arthur turned red, realizing how close her mouth was to his, however the girl in front of him didn't care.
(Your name) pulled out a small notepad and paper and checked something off.
Arthur began to get curious.
"What's that (your name)..?" he asked as calmly as he could. He was beginning to get worried of what she was planning.
"A list." she mumbled, not paying much attention to her british friend.
She looked up at him, her (e/c) eyes shining.
"I'm trying to see if the british stereotypes are real!" she sounded so happy about it.
Arthur didn't like it one bit, but before he could ask, she was blurting out questions.
The Selection~EnglandxReader Final ChapterAfter all the tears of joy had left, I had to sit and wait for my own mother to calm down. At first she seemed more overjoyed than I was, but I knew we were both the same-considering I was the one getting married. All my father could say was that he was proud, that I should choose my own path, and work hard. Well, I knew I worked hard, and what Arthur had just said on tv proved it. But there was still that loose end. What if he was forced to marry one of the last selected girls? What if his parent's wouldn't let him marry me? I couldn't think like that now..I needed to gat back to him. But how?
The thoughts in my head surpressed when I heard my father say 'hello' in a very cheery voice. He only spoke like that to one person. I could hear his voice in the other room. It was Alfred.
Arthur packed his bags, hoping to catch the nearest flight back to your town. He didn't exactly remember where you lived, but he had your selection entry card, and
The Selection~EnglandxReader Part IIAfter a rough night's sleep-constantly dreaming of Prince Arthur and Alfred-I awoke to the sound of a door closing, and pitter patter of shoes along the tile floor. I finally had the courage to sit up, to discover three young women beside my bed. They looked more like teenages than women, but I couldn't assume otherwise since the light was just hitting their faces. That wasn't until one of them hurried over to the right end of the room and finally opened the draps, and scurried back to her place alongside my bed. I was a little wonderous-considering they all looked to happy to be here even when they were working. Maybe it was their job to be maids to the selected girls.
"Miss __(l/n)__?" one of them asked, giving a bright smile. I nodded, as they began to rip the covers of my bed, causing the cool air to nip at my warm skin. I squeaked a little to the new temperature.
"Sorry Miss (last name)!" one them cired before wrapping a large robe over my shoulders. It was so warm, and soft. I fe
RussiaxReaderxEngland~Sunflower or Rose?(Request)You glanced at the stunning foxglove in front of you, studinging its lovely petals a colors. Such a unique flower, you thought to yourself before turning a few pages in your notebook. It was a special assignment in biology, each student go to spend a few classes looking at flowers around the gardens and take notes on them. It was one of the nicest days of the year, perfect for finding the right flowers in full bloom. After finishing notes on the foxglove, you stood up and tossed your notepad and pen into your (type of bag) and made your way around to the north garden.
It was only a simple walk, but you still had to get past your classmates, that really shook up the quietness in the air. Expecially Alfred Jones-technically Alfred F. Jones, but nobody really knew what the F stood for. He was always laughing and carrying on, always talking to his invisable brother Matthew-who he usually forgot was there-Wang Yao, the chinese student, and Arthur Kirkland from England.
'He's so handso
EnglandxReader England knocked on the door and waited patiently, he had meet ___(your name)____ a few days ago whilst he was sitting on a bench at the park neat your own home. The two of you began to converse and, well now he has seemed to have taking a liking to you. Arthur wore his white button up dress shirt under a argyle sweater vest that was green, it was a beautiful dark green, but nothing that could compare to his emerald eyes. His blonde hair ruffled in it's usual matter as he stepped back hearing the door knob turn. When you opened the door he smiled and politely greeted you. You were wearing _(clothing description)__, perhaps a little ways out of his taste but it looked splendid on yourself, you shut the door locking it and turned back smiling sweetly at him.
"I hope you don't mind but I presume you have eaten? If not we could drop by my home and I could make something for you." It was a little past noon, and you had in fact
England and His Faery Friends: EnglandXReaderYou sighed and stared up at the stars. Arthur was lying right next to you. The two of you had tried camping out, but his tent had a huge hole in it from the last time America had borrowed it. So the two of you had to make do without a tent after all. You shivered. You curled up on yourself. To have such a wonderful day and to have it end on a sour note was terrible. He was adamant to stay the night in his backyard, even though he had a nice warm bed waiting for you inside. You blamed America for showing up on the middle of your could you call it a date? He did ask you out but was it something to be considered a date? Whatever. America had shown up with England's tent, mocking him for being unmanly and unable to 'rough' it in the wilderness.
"Even though it is rather warm during the day, it gets rather chilly at night," Arthur informed you.
"Yeah You're right "
You had thick woolen blankets over you that England had made himself using a special brand of knitting or some
England X Reader: Love Me For MeIt's been three years since you and England have been dating. You both loved eachother deeply and were even thinking about getting married. But, now all of that now changed all because of a fight that you both had. He yelled at you, you yelled at him, and the outcome was you slapping him on the face and running out of his front door crying. The fight happened at least a week ago and even though you both fought eachother, he still called you everyday. He still had feelings for you and every call that he made to you was just to tell you that he was sorry and that he still loved you. You still had feelings for him too. You just guess that the bond that you both had just won't seem to break.
During meetings, you would both give small smiles every now and then, you would give eachother a small wave when walking down the long corridors, you would sometimes even go eat lunch together, but none of you have even brought up the idea of getting back together, even though your feelings for eachoth
Overcoming Fear- EnglandxReaderAmerica sprinted back into the room where he heard a blood curdling scream. It sounded like his friend, _________, who was visiting him today. Sure enough, when he walked into the room, he found __________ curled up in a ball, eyes clenched shut and hands on her ears.
"__________? What's wrong? "
_________ kept her ears covered, so she couldn't hear him. He reached down and pulled her hands away. When she did, her attention turned to the TV and she screamed, closing her eyes and shaking like a wet dog attempting to dry itself off.
"T-that thing!" She cried, pointing to the TV
America's attention turned to the TV and he looked confused.
"Zorak? I mean sure, he's kind of a douche, but…"
"N-no… the other one…"
"…You mean, Brak?"
_________ shuddered at even the sound of his name before nodding her head. "Y-yeah…"
America burst out into a huge fit of laughter. "A-ha-ha! Dude, are you serious right now? Haven't you seen space ghost?! He's totally harmless!"
"I know that, stupid! But I
Anglophilia- EnglandxReader Anglophile or Anglophil (ˈæŋɡləʊfɪl, -ˌfaɪl)
1. a person having admiration for England or the English
You weren't sure why you acted like this.
Maybe it was those accents.
Maybe it was the culture.
Maybe it was…
Okay, let's cut the crap shall we? You know exactly why you were like this.
The reason was standing in front of you, right now, unaware of your presence right now because his back to you.
He had fuzzy eyebrows, loved god awful food and tea, had gawjus green eyes, and an accent that made you swoon.
He was the personification of England, and he was the reason for your Anglophilia.
You'd had these feelings for Arthur Kirkland for such a long time, ever since you were kids. Unfortunately, he didn't seem to exactly… reciprocate your feelings. You made the mistake of telling him this too soon and he rejected you.
But did that dampen your spirits? No! You were determined to get the Brit to love you back, and once your mind was set
Missed You Madly- England/ReaderArthur let a small sigh expell from between his bitten lips, sinking further into the yeilding confines of the sofa. Between ink-stained fingers he cradled an ancient book, one from a time he couldn't recall (though he doubted he'd actually want to, in retrospect). He let his pale hands ghost over the yellowed pages and faded words, drinking them in with his darkened eyes and savouring the warm evening light flooding through the window. It was fragrant and sultry, the windows thrown wide open and allowing the perfumed aroma of roses to filter through into the cozy sitting-room. The entire expanse seemed to glow gold and shades of amber, radient light spilling across the scratched leather sofa and surfaces like molten gold. The sky was littered with a few wisps of clouds, the rest like a water-colour painting in it's entirety as yellow faded to dusky pink and then to saffron orange. One graceful, languid hand swept away a shaggy fringe, Arthur's eyes flitting shut for a moment in though
“Arthur, could you please tell me where put those damn sunglasses?” [Name] sighed, tired of searching through her huge bag.
“I... I think they're in that pocket, right there, along with the white dress,” the boy next to her replied, tucking a couple of jackets into another of her bags.
“Oh yes, you're right,” she smiled. “Thank you for helping me, by the way!”
“I already told you this was the last thing I wanted to do today, I'm only helping you because I don't want to feel guilty.”
“Hehe, I know” she chuckled.
But you don't know why I didn't want to help you... Arthur thought with a sigh. And knowing me, you never will.
Arthur had loved his roommate since she moved into his house in London. He loved her more than anyone else, but he’d never considered telling her. And now she had to go. She wa
Too Late (ArthurXReader) "I love you." he had whispered into your ear, and you quickly glanced at him, shocked at his words and his choice of place to say this words. He smiled at you guiltily and he softly shrugged his shoulders. You slowly began to fill tears forming, and tried to blink them away. "I suppose I should have said it sooner. Maybe we wouldn't be in this specific situation if I had......or maybe it wouldn't have changed anything." he muttered, and he softly ran his hand through your hair and you close your eyes, tears finally breaking free. "I have another thing to confess, shocking I know, but it's true. I loved you back when we were children, from the first summer you moved in. Remember when you moved in?" he asked and you smiled at the memory.
*FLASHBACK BROUGHT BY THE AWESOME PRUSSIANESS!*
A five year old you were happily walking with your mother to meet your new next door neighbor. You had your (h/c) (h/
England x Reader - Arcades (Request)"…Why did you guys drag me here again?" you asked your friends, tapping your foot impatiently against the floor.
"Because we needed someone to keep track of the scores so the loser has to treat us to dinner later." replied (Friend 1), still pressing buttons on her controller, not even looking away from the screen for one second.
"Even so, why me? You know I hate arcades." you continued complaining, very unsatisfied with their answer.
"Cuz' everyone one else was busy." said (Friend 2), somehow able to play with one hand and eat chips with the other at the same time.
"There's nothing for me to do here though…"
"Here (Name), you can play too. There's room for one more player." (Friend 3) called out.
"…Nevermind, I'll just watch." you replied, while your friends kept on screaming "Die alien, die!"
"Oh yeah dude! I win again!" you heard from behind you.
'Ugh, and this is why I hate arcades, everything's too loud!' you thought exasperatedly, but decided to see who was yelling anyway, not eve
While You walk~EnglandxReader drabble..You had noticed it lately. You didn't know why, but the boy who lived a few houses down
from you..just never walked with you. His name was Arthur Kirkland, and lived only two
houses after yours. You two always left school at the same time, but for some reason never
decided to walk together. You never bothered to wait, and he never bothered to catch up. It
somtimes got annoying. No way. It was REALLY annoyoing. You decided to confront him about it.
As you turned to face your house, you waited for Arthur to walk by, before pulling him
over to the side.
"Arthur!" he cried, with lots of emotion built up inside.
He looked a little worried.
"What?!" he cried in a somewhat angry yet scared tone.
"Why do you never walk with me?"
A blush formed the british mans face, as she shrugged his shoulders and crossed his arms.
"I don't know."
"Comon! We used to walk together ALL the time! Since last month..you never talk to me
or walk with me anymore! How come?!"
Arthur blushed again.
Teenage TaoismGiving birth is the closest I’d ever felt to dying.
Before that, my near death experiences had consisted only of my silent announcement of pregnancy—silent, being that my social media accounts were all deleted almost simultaneously and I never returned to school in the fall, saying without really saying that I had caught the malicious disease of “teenage pregnancy”. I’m sure the whisper spread in the hallways like the Bubonic Plague. That September, sitting at home on what would have been the first day of my senior year, I imagined friends I’d never talk to again saying “she was only seventeen, and so full of life!” at my absence in the cafeteria tables, as if they were attending my funeral instead of talking about me behind my back.
"Full of life," I had snorted then, folding a never ending stream of what had once been my own baby clothes. "Literally."
I walked around like a zombie for the months of my pregnancy, deciding t
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