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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.
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.
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EnglandxReader Gone Away 1
“(Name)” Arthur looked into those beautiful (e/c) eyes he loved so much.
“Yes?” You smiled at Arthur.
“I love you.”
“I love you too Arthur.” You beamed at him, his lips drifting lightly across yours.
Arthur bit back tears. He had tried to stop the memories that overwhelmed him, but they just kept coming.
You twirled through the field, your white dress flowing out about you. You looked so happy.
Arthur chased after you, laughing.
“You can’t catch me!” you teased.
“Want to bet love?”
Arthur caught up to you and tackled you, pinning you under him. You laughed
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Trying not to hate you EnglandxReader 3
The next few days were uneventful. The couple continued going back and forth between awkward moments and wanting to rip each other's throats out.. It seemed like things were getting worse every day
It hilarious to think how hard they were trying to fight the inevitable. It was even funnier to think about how miserably they were failing.
Part one of the glorious honeymoon planned by both their respective parents had come to a close. Now it was time for part two
A little trip on an exclusive island. For a whole month.
"Ugh, could they be any cheesier? _________ groaned. She tried to act pissed, but really she was terrified. A lo
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EnglandxReader Gone Away 4
---Arthur’s POV---
I paced back and forth in the small living area, clenching and un-clenching my fists. I barely registered the sounds of the facility’s secret door opening. I could barely remember the journey here.
We had traveled until dawn, Germany in the lead. Thankfully, Ivan hadn’t taken us all the way back to Russia, and finally we had arrived at a small cabin in the forest. The idea of staying in a small cabin seemed absurd to me, but that was before I realized that located underneath the cabin was one of Germany’s largest facilities.
I blew air out of my nostrils. Germany and Japan were standing nearby, oc
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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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Hetalia and all its characters belong to Himaruya Hidekaz
You belong to Mother Russia, da?
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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Hetalia and all its characters belong to Himaruya Hidekaz
You belong to Mother Russia, da?
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Iggy.......chill out, I just had to go to the bathroom geez!