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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

Hero: America x ReaderAlfred F. Jones. The man was your hero. Maybe not how he’d like to think, with a cape and superpowers. But you were pretty sure that his everlasting grin and personality had some supernatural quality to them. He was amazing, and you knew you couldn’t live without him. He made you feel like the only girl in the entire world, and could make you smile with just a simple glance.

And you would take a bullet for him. You loved him to death, and you told him that regularly. He loved you back and you couldn’t help but to feel like the luckiest girl alive.

But when it came down to it, you would do anything for him. Even if you knew

EnglandxReader: My Knight in a Green Sweater

~Age 5~

"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."

Punk!EnglandxGoth!Reader: Pretty

The sun blared down on you and your black lace parasol. You grumbled, “Artie is late again…he is in so much trouble…”
“Hey ______________!”
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

Alone Together: England x ReaderFebruary 14, 2013

This day hadn’t sucked.

Frankly, you were stunned.

Sure, you had seen a little PDA, but surprisingly not much. And all of your friends had gone out of their way to make you little gifts. They even knew you didn’t celebrate, and wouldn’t expect anything in return.

It was sweet.

But still, the day made you think. It made you think about a lot of different little things that made you both want to laugh, and cry.

The emotions you were feeling right now were probably making you extremely unstable. Yet you felt extremely calm.

Even so, you found yourself out late at night, going to try something new. It wa

EnglandxReader - The Perfect Snowman

“It’s quite cold out there, ________. Are you sure you want to-”
You cut him off, “Yes, Arthur! C’mon, it’ll be fun.”
You had put your gloves on but Arthur insisted you wore a scarf as he wrapped it around your neck, and a hat too, pulling it onto your head.
You had been snowed in at Arthur’s house, the snow being way too thick to drive in and he refused to let you walk home, so therefore the only choice was to stay here with the man you have a huge crush on. Maybe even… love.
“If you get cold, please tell me,” he says, pulling his coat on. You take hold of his scarf and wind it aroun

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.”

~

“Ignorant fool!”

“Prissy aristocrat!”

“Filthy bitch!”

“Black sheep!”

“Anime freak!”

“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

Bad Love Advice- EnglandxReader

((A/N: Damn, I barely made the deadline on this one! DX I need to speed up my writing skills…))

~~~POV Arthur~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Arthur sighed as he watched you have fun with some of your friends. You were perfect in his eyes, with your (h/l)(h/c) hair that looked very soft, your (s/c) complexion which seemed to glow in the sun, and last but not least, your beautiful (e/c) eyes that always sparkled with happiness. Once again he sighed. He wished so badly to ask you out, but he just didn't have the guts to do so. You probably wouldn't like him that way anyway. You'd most likely go after someone like

Lost in the Rye: England x Reader Part I“You sleeping over at (best’s friend)’s house?” Arthur asked, noting your bag.

You smiled, and kept walking, leaving him behind you. “Nope, I’m leaving.”

“Leaving?” he asked, standing up suddenly from the couch and dropping his book to the floor with a thump as you startled him.

You nodded, “I got bored. And you did say I needed to be more spontaneous.”

“But-but I didn’t mean that! I was just mad! I love you the way you are! Please, when are you coming back!?” Arthur tried to say anything that would stop you but you just kept on walking.

You opened the do

Unexpected Surprises England X Reader

"I don't see why you don't just tell him, it's not really that big a deal you know. Well, it is, but you know what I mean." Sealand sat on your couch, eating a Popsicle, swinging his legs to and fro. "England might be a giant jerk, but I'm sure he'll do what's right. And besides, he really loves you." He hopped down from the couch and took your hand in his. "He wouldn't have put a ring on it if he didn't" Sealand winked.

"I know Sea, this is just kind of a big deal. I'm nervous is all. I've never had to do something like this before." You paced around the room, trying to think of the words to say.

"If you keep pacing like that you

RussiaxReader: His Sunflower

He smiled as the warm sun looked down on the two of you. The two of you were wearing loose light clothes. You a white sundress and him tan shorts and a loose white dress shirt. His arms around you made you feel safe, but also made you blush. The close proximity between the two of you made your shy self-get tongue tied.
“Ivan…” you said quietly. Too quietly to be heard so you said again, but this time a bit louder, “Ivan…”
“Da?”
You snuggled closer to him, “Why do you like me.”
Ivan chuckled, “Oh ___________. I don’t like you at all. I love you.”
You blushed harde

Cutting the Strings of Fate: Canada x ReaderWARNING: This story contains death. It’s sad. Really sad. Even for me. Suicide, and a bit of gore are included.

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You were sick and tired of it all. This whole world, its weight rested upon your shoulders and threatened to crush you every single day. And today was the day it was all going to end. Each year you had to spend this day alone, not knowing what someone’s warm embrace even felt like anymore.

Holding the shining black pistol in your hands, you smiled through the tears. It would all be over very soon.

~

Matthew was on his way over to your house. It had taken years, but he was finally going to confess to you. He loved

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.
th->z
h-> ‘ (feedback on this would be great, is it too hard to read?)

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“Bloody frog!” Arthur hollered at the blond fellow that seemed to be diving for treasure in some bimbo’

Happiness: Prussia x Bartender!ReaderWARNING: Tis fluffeh. Yep, no swears. Le gasp!

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Gilbert had looked for someone. He wanted to confess something, yet there was not a soul in sight. It pained him to see that no one could spare a moment to listen to him. He had called almost everyone in his contact list, and assuming it was just an invitation for drinks they had all blown him off. Every last one of them had left him utterly alone. Gil was at the point where he would do anything to get happy.

I reach out when I have a confession
I reach out in desperation
I reach out when no one is listening
So I go looking for the next best thing

“Something troubling you, hon?”

EnglandxReader: Should I Tell Her?"Ms. Fairy, could I ever tell her?" I asked, watching her chat to her friends from the distance.

"Eventually."

"Pixie, should I ask her now?" I questioned, smiling at her gentle laugh.

"You should wait."

"I should tell her now, shouldn't I, Flying Mint Bunny?" I inquired, observing her talking to a boy.

"Be patient."

"I can't tell her anymore, Alfred," I said, gazing at her with her new boyfriend.

"Dude! You're totally stalking her!"

"I have to tell her now, Kiku. All those bloody jerks..." Her friends had left her.

"Umm, sorry, what are we talking about?"

"Should I tell her now, Peter? That bloody git left her," I stated, watching

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by ~666kurai, Feb 9, 2013, 5:02:40 PM
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“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.

Honey.

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.

I’m sorry.

Your voice rang in his ears once more, and your image started to fade. It all felt so real. He was losing you again.

“NO!” he cried out, grasping your hand just to have it wrenched away a second later. Losing you again and again, night after night.

With a palpitating heart and clammy palms he shot up in bed. England’s hand instinctively reached out to grasp you, to prove that you were there. But real tears began to flow as he started to remember.

You had left him as well.

Gone: EnglandxReaderby ~666kurai

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Why do I write depressing things? I'm not depressed anymore...

You can either interpret this as a Dead!Reader, or just that reader-chan left him for independence, or for another person. Whatever, it was just a weird stroke of inspiration I managed to get on paper before it flew a way. Like a mustache. Like a mustache. (in my mind, Morgan Freeman is narrating this) Pfft, anywhoozles. I might post something that could be interpreted as a prologue to this I've been working on. Thoughts?

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~sillystorm28 Apr 30, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH SSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *crumples under sudden impact of feels* IM TOO FLUFFY TO DIE LIKE THIS

~666kurai May 4, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Ah! Don't die! *revives*

~sillystorm28 May 4, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

yay!

~JuniperLeaf Mar 31, 2013 Hobbyist Photographer

You just took all my feelings and trampled mercilessly all over them.

This was really good though. I liked it, but it was so sad...

~666kurai Apr 1, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Thanks! ^^ I write very sad things on occasion...

~Meg-Williams Mar 25, 2013

- makes a face - I Iggy luv.... Its OK ^^""""""" we all knew people die one day... That just happened to be mine...

~666kurai Mar 25, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Yeah... but he's all alone...

~Meg-Williams Apr 15, 2013

He can have Aidan... She looks like me ^^"

~666kurai Apr 16, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Who?

~Meg-Williams Apr 17, 2013

My bestest friend in the world ^^

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