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Simple Arithmetic: Papa!EnglandxDead!Reader by 666kurai, literature
Literature
Simple Arithmetic: Papa!EnglandxDead!Reader
"Mattie!" Alfred yelled out, calling the other soft spoken boy into the playroom.
Matthew walked over to his brother who had his head buried deep within a chest of their fathers. "Why are you looking at Dad's old clothes?" Mattie asked Alfred.
"Never mind that, would you look at some of this?" Alfred exclaimed, pulling out an old plaid detective hat and placing it on his head. "I'm going to be Sherlock Holmes, and you can be Watson!" he said, pulling out a bowler hat and sticking it on Matthew's head.
Arthur had stopped once he heard the conversation, and was about to tell them not to mess with his things, when he heard them talking about
WARNING: This is yuri: girlxgirl. Don’t like, don’t read. I swear a bit, yada yada yada...
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The advertisement scared you. Hell, it was downright terrifying.
Looking for a roommate
One large guest room, a bath attached, and access to living room and kitchen
Preferably a college aged female, address listed below
Every part of you screamed to keep walking, but that rent was so tempting. Almost to the point where every single part of it was too good to believe. Only someone completely desperate would fall for something like this. Of course, you were desperate. College had been a lot more expensive than you had originally thought,
Sexual Tension: England x Reader by 666kurai, literature
Literature
Sexual Tension: England x Reader
WARNING: 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.”
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“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
“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 yo
Strong: England x Sick!Reader by 666kurai, literature
Literature
Strong: England x Sick!Reader
Your 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
Alone Together: England x Reader by 666kurai, literature
Literature
Alone Together: England x Reader
February 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
Should I Stay Or Should I Go? Punk!EnglandxReader by 666kurai, literature
Literature
Should I Stay Or Should I Go? Punk!EnglandxReader
WARNING: 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’
Stereo Hearts: England x Reader songfic by 666kurai, literature
Literature
Stereo Hearts: England x Reader songfic
If I was just another dusty record on the shelf
Would you blow me off and play me like everybody else
If I asked you to scratch my back, could you manage that?
Like it read well, check it, Travie, I can handle that
You opened up the window, sticking out your head to find the source of the music. It had streamed into your ears late at night, and you had finally broken down to try to find its source. Stereo Hearts by Gym Class Heros drifted towards you, making you smile. Another voice called your name, "_____?" You looked down onto your back lawn to see Arthur Kirkland. In his grasp, held high above his heads, was a big old fashioned stereo
Trust: Thief!England x Police!Reader by 666kurai, literature
Literature
Trust: Thief!England x Police!Reader
"What did you steal this time, Iggy?" you asked casually, tossing your bag down on the floor of the examination room by the table.
He grinned at you, "Long time no see, poppet. And why do you call me Iggy?" The green emeralds bore into you, attempting to dazzle you with their charm, but you weren't falling for it.
"You won't tell me your real name, and you're not in the books. You don't exist, and you're a crafty little greedy imbecile. So you're my little Ichabod Crane. And someday I'll trip you up with nothing more that a pumpkin and a horse." you sneered. This man was the bane of your existence. He had evaded capture for so long, you cou