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“Give it up __________,” Eliza said taking a slurp from her drink, “he’s with that girl (least favorite name)…”
You squeezed your cup so hard it started to crinkle. The ‘happy couple’ was sitting in the corner booth having milkshakes. Running your tongue over you’re your lip rings your growled. Arthur Kirkland was a well-known punk rocker.
So why on earth was he dating that priss (least favorite name)?
“___________, we’re up,” Lili said. The five of you girls were in a band called ‘Heart Breakers’. You, Eliza, Lili, Kat, and Nat.
“Hey, Lili let’s try the song?”
She smiled and nodded, “You’re on.”
Once all five of you were on stage; Eliza on bass, Lili on keys, Kat on guitar, and Nat on drums. You stepped up to the mic.
“Hey! Hey! You! You!
I don’t like your girlfriend!
No way! No way!
I think you need a new
Punk!PrussiaxPunk!Reader: Sk8er Boi
Unlike some people your days started sometime in the afternoon. And they ended sometime around three or four in the morning.
This was because you and your fiancé Gil lived almost every teenager’s dream of making their living in a rock band.
“Hey, babe, wake up,” your boyfriend whispered in your ear.
“Too early,” you whined pulling the covers over your face.
Hands under the covers squeezed your sides. Half from shock at his cold hands and half from his tickling you jumped. “Ah!”
He laughed and pulled the covers down off your face. “Kensesese~.”
“Gilbert Beillschmidt! That wasn’t funny,” you pouted.
He got on top of you, holding his body up by his knees and hands, “Yes it was.” He leaned down and kissed up and down your neck.
“Fine…” you groaned trying to push him off of you, “it was…just…ahhh…stop.”
He mumbled a soft, “Nein,” into you
EnglandxReader: My Knight in a Green Sweater
"That's not funny Francis," you said reaching for your crown, "give it back!"
"Aww does the little princess want her stupid little tiara back?"
You started to cry, "My tiara isn't stupid, give it back!"
Francis continued to torment you until someone called out, "Give it back Francis…"
"Ohonhon, is the little black sheep trying to play the hero?"
"I said give it back to her," Arthur snapped.
Francis dropped your crown, breaking it, and ran off.
You continued to cry.
"I-I'm sorry," Arthur said.
You looked at him, "It's not your fault."
Arthur blushed and took your hand, "I'll make it up to you. Let's go make you a new one."
He led you to a bunch of field flowers and started to string them together, "Here." He placed the crown on your head.
You blushed, "T-thank you…Artie."
"Give me back my book Francis!"
"Not until you agree to go on a date with moi."
You growled and tried to climb over him to get your book, "I'll claw your eyes out! Give me back my book!"
“Shut up,” you whispered to the giggling trio behind you.
Gilbert snickered, “I can’t wait to see the look on the principal’s face when he walks into his office.”
“Oui, it will be priceless!”
“It won’t be if we’re caught,” you snapped and turned back to look at the door.
Toni narrated to the camera, “Here see our principal and the board of education…they walk in…and…”
A scream came from the office.
Gilbert and Francis high fived. The four of you had placed some of Ludwig’s magazines and toys in the principal’s office.
“Win,” you said then giggled.
“FRANCIS BONNEFOY! GILBERT BEILLSCHMIDT! ANTONIO FERNANDEZ CARRIEDO! _______________ _______________!”
All four of you gulped.
The four of you ended up getting detention every day for two months. And you weren’t permitted to attend any extra school events for three months. Which meant you couldn
EnglandxReader: Perfect Eyes
“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
Mafia!RomanoxMafia!Reader: Not Your Typical Romeo
Groaning you looked to your watch. This was the third time he had been late. If he didn’t show up in the next ten minutes then you would leave and it would be the third time he had failed to show up. It wasn’t as if you didn’t know what he was doing.
Probably something to do with the “family business”.
“Madam, are you ready to order?”
You turned to look at the waiter, “Give him five more minutes.” With a sigh you gazed at the elegance around you. The soft glow of garden lights, the cool air of the outside balcony, the flicker of the candle on your table.
Glancing at the table inside you saw the Police Commissioner. Quickly you turned your face, you had made yourself well known in the crime world. People wanted other people to disappear? Well you were the magician. Putting your hand under the table you put it over the gun strapped to your thigh.
“Madam, are you ready to or-.”
“Just bring me the b
“Ugg, you’re so annoying!” you shouted at the Spaniard.
Antonio had been following you and annoying you everywhere.
“Señorita ___________, wait for me!”
You turned around to face him, “Antonio Carriedo. Leave. Me. ALONE!”
He looked hurt, “But __________-.”
“No!” you snapped, “I’m sick of you following me around like a lost puppy! Go bother someone else!”
Toni took a step back and the turned around and ran off.
“Thank God,” you murmured and walked away.
A week later you noticed a strange empty feeling in your stomach…you didn’t know why, but you got this feeling that something was missing.
“Lovino…do you know where Toni is?”
The Italian scowled at you, “Probably under the bleachers, as usual. Nice job you witch.”
Your eyes widened as he walked off. However you went to find the silly Spaniard.
“Toni…Toni are you here?”
SpainxReader: Just Childhood Friends
"__________, this is Toni," your mother said, "his mother and I have some business to discuss. Why don't you go play?"
You nodded and held your Bob the Tomato plushie tighter.
Toni was play with blocks with two babies, when he looked up you could see his eyes brighten. "Hi!"
You waved shyly.
"I'm Toni, who are you?"
"Do you want to play with me?"
You nodded and sat down.
He pointed to the two babies, "This is Lovi and Feli."
Bob creased as you held him tighter.
"Do you like tomatoes?"
Looking down you noticed he had noticed your toy. "Y-yes."
He smiled, he was missing his two front teeth, "I think you and I will become best friends."
Toni could remember to this day how he met __________. She was so shy when he first met her, now she was bubbly and outgoing like he was.
It had been around two years ago that he realized he didn't like ___________ anymore. There was no way he could ever view her as a friend ever again. He was in love with her, it was l
EnglandxReader: Family Mornings
You smiled as you sat up in bed. Pulling the sheets closer to your body you looked over at your sleeping husband. He was snoring. Mouth hanging open, drooling on the pillow.
Brushing a bit of hair out of his face you leaned down and kissed him gently on the cheek. You always got up this early to make him tea and breakfast before he woke up. Slipping out of bed you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist.
He was trying to pull you back in his sleep. Gingerly you disentangled his arms from you and slipped on your bathrobe.
You made him his tea and some eggs and toast.
Mama, a little voice from the kitchen whispered. You turned to see Matthew.
What is it baby?
Matthew was holding his toy bear to his chest, Im hungry can we have pancakes?
You shook your head, How about toast?
The ten year old sighed, but nodded and sat at the kitchen table rubbing his eyes.
A few mintues later rapid footsteps were heard, MA!
Gone: EnglandxReader“Why?!” England sank to his knees, once again reliving the moment when America left him. Everyone left him. Every last one.
The rain dripped down his face, but he couldn’t feel it in the dream. He just stared up at the heavens and watch the dream rain mingle with dream tears on his skin.
Your voice rang out, strong and beautiful.
Love, wake up.
He clenched his eyes shut, knowing all that awaited him was more pain. But England cracked open up one eye anyway, finding your shining (e/c) eyes staring down at him. “Honey, are you alright? You were almost yelling in your sleep.”
England moved and hugged you quickly, taking in your scent and feel. You hugged him back in surprise, rubbing his back soothingly. Tears ran down his cheeks, and he buried his face in the crook of your neck. The (h/c) locks tickled his nose, and he relished the feeling for as long as he could.
Your voice rang in his ears once more, and your im
Should I Stay Or Should I Go? Punk!EnglandxReaderWARNING: Punk!Iggy, being sexy as hell, but with quite a potty mouth. Not that you don’t love it, my lovelies. I butt in once, but it’s Prussia’s fault. So don’t judge. And if you don’t like this song, you do not deserve Punk!Iggy, and can just leave. This is classic British Punk, where they took Pop and vomited all over it. Enjoy! ^^
Oh and bear with me here, I’m trying to write a French accent this time.
h-> ‘ (feedback on this would be great, is it too hard to read?)
“Bloody frog!” Arthur hollered at the blond fellow that seemed to be diving for treasure in some bimbo’s mouth.
Breaking away with a glare, Francis looked up at the punk. “What is it? Can you not see I’m busy ‘ere?”
“Whatever, slime, I need to chat.” he said, grabbing the fancy blue dress shirt’s collar and dragging him away from the girl who didn’t really seem to care much that she’d lost her
Not as Bad-(Punk!England x Reader) ~Request"This…is going to be EPIC!"
You rummaged through your closet, in hopes of finding the perfect outfit. You and your boyfriend Arthur had been planning on going to this concert for weeks, and it was finally going to happen! Your favorite rock group, My Chemical Romance, was in town, and Arthur had promised to take you.
"AHA!" You found the perfect combination: A short-but-not-too-short (f/c) skirt, black leggings, (f/c) fur boots, and a black T-shirt with My Chemical Romance printed in red cursive.
You looked yourself over in the mirror and smiled. You weren't sure why, but it felt like tonight was going to be a very good night.
Ever since you and Arthur started saving up for the concert tickets, you noticed he'd been acting really…weird. For example, whenever you looked at him, he'd blush wildly and look away, or the other time at one of the world meetings. Him, France, and America were fighting, so you acted like the referee and agreed with the two goofballs
Bad Boy Love (2P!AmericaXReader) CH:1
"Come on ______! You have never been on a date with ANYONE from our school, just do it once pleaaasssseeee" your friend whined at you as you two walked to lunch."Well that is because no one fits my standards here,every guy here is just so, borrring" you huffed at your pleading friend, it was true, the guys at your school were just carbon copies of one another and it was just boring. Besides you didn't need a guy right now, guys had a tendency to bore you with they're utterly predictable nature and inability to have a intelligent conversation without adding sex to it.
High school guys were just boring, and unappealing to you in general, you promised yourself you would never settle for anything that was even remotely like them.Your friend kept persisting that you needed to have a love life but you always deflected and hid behind your studies, fan fiction, or anime not really caring for a boyfriend if this was the selection you had. It's not like you were a loner or nerd, it was just that
Superstar!EnglandxReader - Missing You
Clap your hands, everybody!
And everybody just clap your hands!
Clap your hands, everybody!
And everybody just clap your hands!
Oh, its on again! Feliciano cheers, turning the car radio up.
You laugh. Yeah, again, you say as Arthurs voice starts to sing from the radio.
Hey, hey, Daddy, could I have some rum?
Hey, hey, Mummy, Hey, Hey, Mummy
It doesnt matter what I do, I never forget,
Since when are you so excited about their music? you ask as Alfreds voice chimes in loudly with Arthurs.
The taste of Apple Pie we had long ago in my head!
Draw a circle, thats the earth!
Draw a circle, thats the earth!
Draw a circle, thats the earth!
I am America!
Arent you excited, ________?! Were friends with them! No, wait, youre Arthurs girlfriend! Thats even more exciting! Feliciano gabbles quickly and then starts to sing along.
Draw a circle, th
::Cute Magic:: England x Reader"Oh, my, I'm terribly sorry, (Name)," Arthur apologized.
"Pfft~! You were trying to make me into a little kid?" Francis pondered, trying to keep himself from laughing. "Oh, Artie, I didn't think you were –"
"DAMN YOU TO BLOODY HELL, WANKER!"
"Arthur-san, maybe we shouldn't speak such vulgar language in front of (Name)-san," Kiku suggested, trying to calm down the British man. Arthur looked over to (Name) who had her ears covered by Feliciano and looked around curiously at the two men that she couldn't hear.
He sighed as Feliciano took his hands off her ears. "I guess I was lucky. I was looking at the wrong spell. The original idea was to turn this . . . freak of nature over here into an actual frog. (Name) didn't have to suffer that, so that's good to hear." Arthur picked the little girl (who looked much younger than his younger brother) up into his arms. "This was my fault, so I guess I'll take care of (Name) until this spell wears off."
"And make her suffer that horrid thing you call
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.
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
Sexual Tension: England x ReaderWARNING: I swear in this. Get over it, the whole world swears all the time. As I once made an Italian say, “Swearing is good for the soul.”
“I take that as a compliment, stuck up bastard!”
“At least I’m civilized, arse!”
“Well, your language begs to differ!”
“Guys, guys, calm down and listen to the hero’s awesome plan!” America interrupted you and England’s bickering.
But both of you turned to him in a rage and yelled, “FAT ASS!” which effectively sent him away to sulk.
I guess all of you must have been pretty boring, and with you taking care of fighting with England, France was dozing off before you screamed. He groggily opened his eyes, calling out, “I disagree with all of you.”
“SHUT IT, FROG!” you and England yelled again, onl
Request:Drunken Fool England X Crossdresser!Reader
You looked up from your laptop, it was midnight and everything was silent, until:
“God save our *hic* gracious queen. Long live our noble *hic*....FUCK YOU HICCUPS, NOW I HAVE TO BLOODY START ALL OVER AGAIN!!...God save our gracious queen, long live our *hic* noble queen. God, fucking save the queen or I shall go all *hic* pirate on you, bloody git!! No wait, I’m Catholic I can’t say that. No, Protestant, oh screw it, I don’t care. Send her some *hic* rum and scotch, and *hic*-BLOODY HELL, NEVERMIND.” You listened to the familiar voice. No, it couldn’t be.
“________! I know this is your house, love! Get the fuck out here and *hic* great your best friend!” Apparently it was. Ladies and gentlemen, Arthur Kirkland has intoxicated himself........again. You facepalmed, though you were laughing. You strolled towards your open window and stuck your head out leaning on the ledge. There h
The sun blared down on you and your black lace parasol. You grumbled, “Artie is late again…he is in so much trouble…”
You turned, scowling at him, “You’re late.”
Arthur bristled, “Whatever.”
Groaning you walked into the mall. “We have to find a costume Artie.”
“Don’t call me that,” Arthur protested, following you into the mall. “Why did you call me anyway?”
“It’s one week before Halloween…you know my favorite holiday?”
Arthur blushed and chuckled nervously, “Yeah…”
Your hands were about an inch apart. During you walk in the mall your fingers touched several times as Arthur tried to take your hand in his. “There!” you pointed to a small shop with promising looking costumes.
Walking in your grinned at the crazy scary costumes. “How about this?” you asked picking up a witch’s hat.
AerosolIt has been a day and a half since the crash, and I have found a cabin. In some ways, this is a relief. I don’t know if I could face another night on the mountain without shelter. Outside, a fire does no good: the heat simply travels upwards. However, this place also raises some difficult questions. I estimate that I’ve put eight miles between myself and the crash site. I don’t know if this will be enough. It Saving...
occurs to me that I don’t really know anything.
The survival manual recommends staying with the plane. It explains that this affords the best chance of rescue. It explains that the wreckage offers warmth and shade. It explains that seventy percent of pilots who stay are located within three days, while seventy percent of those who leave are
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