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HetaliaxReader- Airport- AmericaYou looked around the airport to see a large white sign with your nickname printed on it in large, black letters. You smiled, shaking your head and started off towards the sign.
"______!" cried the sign-holder, dropping the white poster board and running towards you.
"Alfy!" you shouted back, opening your arms wide and hugging the American as he reached you.
"I'm here to be your chauffeur." He announced proudly.
"I noticed." You said, giggling and taking the adorable chauffeur's cap he was wearing off of his head and setting it jauntily upon your own.
"So how was your trip….?" Alfred asked you, eyeing you all over with his bright blue eyes as if checking to make sure you were not hurt while you were away, outside of his protection.
"Oh, alright…. But I'm doing much better now that I'm home." You hugged him again, burying your face in his chest, breathing in the scent of him- cheeseburgers and milkshakes.
Alfred laughs, wrapping his bomber jacket around you so you are trapped against hi
HetaliaxReader- Airport- RomanoYou crept up on the brown haired Lovino and hugged him from behind. "Ciao!" You squealed.
"HOLY SHIT! WHO IS BEHIND ME?! ANTONIO, YOU BASTARDO, IS THAT YOU?!" Lovino yelled, drawing attention from the crowds of people in the airport.
"Lovy, it's me! _____!" you cried, "And stop yelling! You're drawing attention to us…"
"Bella!" Lovino turned around, picking you up and spinning you around, "I came to pick you up at the airport!"
You chuckled. "Yes, I see. You know I could have gotten a cab though, right…"
"Fuck that… Those bastardos would have given you a shit deal you know."
"So you always say." You rolled your eyes, ignoring Lovy's ungentlemanly swearing.
Lovino set you down on the ground and pulled you close, setting his nose on top of your hair, breathing in the scent of you, "I did miss you, Bella…"
"I missed you too…" you whispered and tilted your chin up to kiss him. You reached a hand up to his hair, absently tugging on his little curl.
Lovino stiffened immediately, "Dammit, ___
HetaliaxReader- AirportYour flight touched down at five o'clock. By 5:05 you had scampered your way down to the baggage claim. Nothing was going to keep you in that airport any longer! You opened up your phone. There were ten texts- from him! A shiver ran up your spine and you grinned. Who knew this guy was so clingy? Not that you minded… You thought it was kind of sweet. Your phone rang and you answered.
"_____ where are you?" Asked a familiar voice.
"I'm at the baggage claim… Why?"
"That's perfect! I'll be right there!"
"Wait, what? Are you here? Right now?"
"Yes. I came to pick you up from the airport. See you in a little bit. Bye!" Click. He had hung up the phone.
You sighed, shook your head and started forward again. It was time to go home-Finally.
HetaliaxReader- Airport- PrussiaSuddenly, a pair of arms wrapped around your waist, hugging you tight, "Hey there, Frau." Someone whispered in your ear.
"Gilbert!" you squealed, turning your head to look over your shoulder. A shockingly white haired Prussian with red eyes looked back at you.
"Zhat's right! It is zhe awesome me!"
"You came to pick me up at the airport? That's real sweet of you…" You blushed.
"Of course! Mein Gott, we already talked about zhis over zhe phone. And anyvay, how un-awesome would it be if I left you all alone here… I needed to see mein frau!" Gilbert buried his cold nose in your neck, making a shiver run up your spine.
"Well, can the awesome you let me down please? This is starting to hurt…"
Gilbert laughed his funny little laugh and set you down, "Kesesesesesese~ Alright, Frau. Only 'cause it's you. Say, there's going to be an awesome party at Antonio's house tonight…."
"You can go…" You said, pouting. It was your first night back. You wanted to spend it with Gil.
"I-I can… I can sta
HetaliaxReader- Airport- SwitzerlandYou spotted a familiar blonde, shaggy haired head and smiled brightly. You picked up speed, careening through the airport toward your boyfriend.
"Vash!" You called, "Over here!"
"What?! ____! Wait there! I'll find you! Stop running toward me, you silly girl! You'll get hurt!"
But it was too late. You had already rached Vash, pulling him into a tight hug, making his white hat fall off his head and onto the ground. He smiled, green eyes crinkling up around the edges.
"I missed you too, ____." He told you, rumpling your (h/c) hair with one large hand, "But you can let go now…"
You shook your head, "Not unless you pay me." You informed him, squeezing tighter.
There was a long pause and then he said, "Fine… I guess we'll have to just keep hugging then."
After a minute or two you let the Swiss gentleman go and looked up at him. "So, where are we going for dinner tonight?"
He paled, "Uh… You know, restaurants are so expensive these days… I was thinking we could just…."
"Go to your place and l
HetaliaxReader- Airport- China"_____. I am here to pick you up." declared a thickly accented voice from behind you.
"Wang Yao!" you squealed in delight, spinning around to hug the Chinese man.
"Yes. I said I would pick you up from the airport at five thirty." Wang Yao looks puzzled,
"Did you not hear me?"
You blushed, "No… I heard. It's just… Wow, you're right on time!" You let out a nervous little laugh.
"Yes, well, what do you want to do now…?"
Your stomach growled, "How about dinner…?"
Wang Yao nodded, "Sounds perfect. What would you like?"
"Chinese sounds delicious but I don't think there are any Chinese restaurants around here…"
"Don't be silly, ____. There's one right here." Wang Yao looked down at you, head tilted slightly, eyeing you over with a puzzled look.
"What? No there's-" And then you looked around. The airport was filled with many restaurants, shops and houses. The people bustling along the street were all of Asian descent and seemed to be off to jobs of some kind or another. A sign hung just above
EnglandxReader- The StageYou stared up at the stage, bottle of beer in one hand, chattering friends all around you. Somehow they had convinced you to come to this weird male strip club that had just opened and was supposed to be fantastic. Men from all different countries showed off their amazing bodies on stage for drunk, lonely women.
So far, you were dubious. Sure that albino "Prussian" was incredibly hot and the Frenchman with all the roses was handsome but other than that… nothing. And then the Brit came onstage.
He wore nothing but a pair of underpants in the colors of the British flag. He had messy blonde hair and brilliant green eyes with ridiculous bushy eyebrows that somehow didn't make him look ugly but all the more attractive. You sat up in your seat, staring attentively at the man.
"Ladies…." said the announcer, "He likes long walks in the park and reading romances all night… Please welcome ARTHUR KIRKLAND!" The room filled with applause and cheers. Arthur did some sort
Silly Dreams- EnglandxReader"_____! What are you still doing up, Love?"
You looked up in alarm from your book, "Huh?" You blinked at the man standing above you, holding a cup of tea in his hand. It was your boyfriend, Arthur Kirkland.
"I asked why you're still awake."
"I couldn't sleep…" you stifled a yawn, "So I decided to read a chapter or two of this book."
"And then the whole rest of the series, I see…" Arthur chuckled, gesturing at the pile of novels surrounding you.
"Sue me, it's interesting!" You stuck your tongue out at the Brit.
"I'll leave you to it then…" Arthur rolled his eyes and began to walk away.
"No, wait!" You called after him.
"Yes, dear?" Arthur turned back to you, a sparkle of amusement in his eyes.
"Read to me." You held your book out, giving Arthur a wide eyed, innocent look accompanied with your signature pout you knew he couldn't resist.
"Fine… But just for a bit. I have to go to work in a little bit." Arthur sat down next to you with a groan, setting his teacup on the floor.
You handed h
RomanoxReader- That's Just Sick!A buzzing sound filled your ears. You rolled over, your arm flopping onto the bedside table. Your hand scrabbled for a bit, hunting for the vibrating phone. Eventually you found it, picking it up and holding it to your ear.
"Hello?" you croaked into the cell.
"Damn, _____, you sound awful." answered the voice of your Italian friend Lovino.
"Thanks, Lovy…" you laughed hoarsely, "Just what I need to hear right now."
"Hang on. I'll be there in a few minutes with my mama's special soup. It'll make you feel just right in no time!"
"What? What are you talking about?"
"Pay attention, _____." snapped Lovino, "I said I'm coming over to help you."
"That really isn't-" and the phone clicked. "Aaaaaaand you're gone." You sighed. You really didn't need this right now. All you wanted was to sleep, not jump through hoops for that rude Italian. You closed your eyes, hoping to catch a quick nap before Lovino arrived.
"______..." crooned a voice from out of the foggy depths of your dream. "_______...
Party Stain - England X ReaderParty Stain - England X Reader
Why Arthur had even accepted the invitation to Alfred’s party was beyond him.
The music was deafeningly loud, his head pounded like it was being hit repeatedly by a sledgehammer, and currently he was being crushed between two fairly burly men as he tried to make his way off the dance floor.
He squirmed between them, trying to push them off, only to have them bump back with the beat of the offensively explicit music.
Instantly, he lost his footing and tumbled forward, hitting the floor roughly. He scrambled to get back up, dashing for an escape from the madness.
He wanted to leave. Now. And nothing was going to stop him. . .
Except knocking into someone considerably forcefully.
He was so focused on getting out that he wasn’t really paying attention, and when he turned the corner you collided, spilling soda everywhere and bumping heads violently.
Arthur palmed his forehead in pain, looking down at his clothes. His once white button-up shirt now
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
Not letting you get taken away (EnglandXReader)Huffing slightly, you arrived at the university your boyfriend attended, an important book of his clutched to your chest. You’d texted him the moment you’d spotted he’d left the manual for his English literary course behind, so he knew you were coming with it for him.
One of your hands wiping away the sweat from your forehead, you straightened up and cracked your back. As your morning lecture had been cancelled, you were still in your pyjamas when Arthur started freaking out about needing his book.
So being the kind and compassionate girlfriend you were, you’d thrown on the closest clothes to hand, slipping some easy shoes on and ran towards his university like a bat out of hell.
“Ar-Arthur....” you muttered as you awkwardly made your way on campus. He went to a different university to you, so the whole place was alien to you. Turning your head this was and that, your lip started trembling as you became more desperate.
The strange looks from the othe
Stand In the Rain (EnglandXReader)You sprinted through the deserted streets, the ominous clouds promising rain matching your dark, unpredictable mood. Your sneakers pounded the pavement, the sound and the sensation overpowering any other thoughts that could cloud your mind. You felt like nothing could catch you, but as the saying goes, you can’t run away from your problems.
You paused in the middle of the road, panting heavily, hands on your knees. The first few drops of rain tainted the even tone of the asphalt, and slowly the memories came back to you, each one adding new weight to your soul.
Practically tearing into your jean pocket, you unwound your iPod and jammed the earbuds in, randomly selecting a song without really looking at the title. You just wanted to forget, to get away, anything. But the first hauntingly beautiful notes did anything but that. The rain fell faster.
She never slows down.
You never did. With everything that had happened, slowing down simply wasn’t an option anymore.
Detecting lies (EnglandXReader)A lie detector. A bloody lie detector. That’s what he bought me here for?! Arthur slammed his hands on the table. “Alfred, enough of this! This is ridiculous!” It was bad enough that the American’d dragged him to one of his infamous parties, but this was just plain stupid.
“C’mon dude, it’ll be totally fun!” He shouted, pulling Arthur back into the throng of people. “’Kay guys! Now’s the time we’ve all been waiting for! Time to hook Iggy up to the lie detector!” Arthur growled as the crowd cheered.
You frowned, as you were one of the few that actually got along with the Brit. “But he clearly doesn’t want to!” You called, feeling a large number of eyes trained on you. Arthur smiled gently, he liked you most out of all the people here.
You were nice to him for one, but also considerate, kind and funny. In short he adored being around you. Alfred brushed off your comment. “He’s got
Sleepy Time!~ (EnglandXReader)Sleepy Time~
"Which one should we watch? 'The attack of the evil Domos 2' or the-"
"Love, anyone will do..."
"Are you sure? Because I think the 'The apocalypse of the rainbow gummy bears' is-"
Arthur sighed before you could finish. Sometimes he wonders where the hell do you even get theses movies from.
"Fine then! You try to pick out a movie!" You huffed out.
"But (Name), We watched a movie last night! Could we just go to bed? It's very late." Arthur said as he got up from the couch and turned off the near by lights.
Arthur placed a finger to your lips. "Shhhh, Not tonight (Name). Aren't you tired just a little bit?" He said placing his other hand on your shoulder.
You gave out a sad sigh. "I guess..." You frowned.
"Sleep is very important (Name), Always remember that." Arthur said as he kissed your right cheek and smiled.
You blushed a bit from the warm actions. He always knew how to get you.
"I'll be in the bed room if you need me love," Arthur said as he
EnglandxReader Sleeping TroublesEnjoy ^^
You glanced at the glowing clock on your bedside table. You almost groaned at how late it was, but you just couldn't fall asleep.
Things were just stressful at the moment and it was hard to relax nowadays. You were getting ready to be wed, your period decided to show up and everyone seemed to be in just the right mood to make you angry. Your mother was putting so much pressure on you about your wedding and your father was making a fuss about the price. So, yeah, you had a right to be pissed.
You pulled the comforter closer to your body, trying to become warm in the sixty degree room.
Your fiance`e, Arthur walked into the bedroom the two of you shared. "A bit late, love. Eh?" he asked, sitting on the edge of the bed next to you.
You lightly smiled. "You're up," you countered. He chuckled and nodded, taking off his clothes to get into his pajamas. He slipped into bed with you, pulling your body closer to his. You bowed your head and set it on his chest.
"Hmm, but I had work. It'
England x Reader - I'll Always Love You
Groaning, your held your head in your hands as you sat up from the hard stone your body was laying on.
It felt like...you fell there somehow. There were a few bruises on your back, and your elbows.
Taking your hands from your head, you examined them slowly.
Seeing three scratches in a line down your left arm, you gasped.
From all the time you speant studying the paranormal, you knew that was a mocking of a trinity.
It was demonic. Bad sign.
And, you were getting a bad aura from this place you were in.
Looking around yourself, there was only a pathway made of dark stone. Like you fell on.
Then...a black abyss. It was like the gateway to Hell your mother told you about before she shuned you away.
Because people weren't supposed to talk to the deceased. They're humans, too.
You could understand because your mother didn't know...but if something isn't acknoweaged, it hurts.
Like how us in the living world yearn for that perfect someone.
The deceased just want someone to talk to!
England ProposalYou smiled cheerfully as you arranged flowers in a vase in the living room. It had been about a year since you moved in with your boyfriend, England. You insisted on keeping it clean. You brushed your hands off and looked around, everything looked good.
You jumped and looked wildly around. You ran into the hall you were certain the band came from the kitchen. You ran to the kitchen and also most fell over twice. You swung around the door and looked around. There was pink everywhere…then you realized it was frosting.
From one end of the kitchen came a groan, “England!” you rushed over. He was on his back and had a blue bowl on his head. “Are you all right?!”
He peeked from under the bowl, you couldn’t help but laugh at his expression, “What?” he asked indigently.
“Nothing,” you said smiling. “What were you doing?”
He took the bowl off his head, there was pink frosting in his blonde hair and on h
HetaliaxReader- Airport- England"_____!" yelled a familiar, British voice, "_____, over here!"
You turned to find Arthur running up to you, a brown paper bag in hand.
"Arthur!" you grinned, holding your arms out for a hug. He squeezed you tight, letting you bury your face in his shoulder and snuggle close to him, "I missed you…" you whispered as you tilt your head up to look into his brilliant green eyes.
He chuckled, kissing the top of your head, "I missed you too, duckling. I brought some scones with me, though, a little welcome home gift. I worked all day making them so I hope you like them." Arthur presented the brown paper bag to you, smiling expectantly.
"O-Oh… Yeah. Thanks, Arty. That's real nice of you." You took the sack from him and take out one of the scones, taking a delicate nibble of it and scrunching up your nose at the taste. "These are great, honey." You told Arthur, "Your best ones yet!"
"I'm so glad you think so, Love! I made us a whole meal for dinner to go with them, too!" He beamed at you, as ha
Life is but a DreamWe are just unnourished frail bodies,
overfed with white lies and short-lived-euphorias.
Books filled with black letters,
etching lurid images into our utmost dreams.
Veering us from the big picture...
the one we fail to paint ourselves.
Our fists much too busy with fights,
that we are bound to lose.
Too occupied in line waiting,
for creativity to be let loose like a stray dog.
As if we will find home in this pursuit of happiness...
but we only enclose each other in small rooms
with nothing but old laptops.
How many times I've guessed which letter could it be...
Which letter could it be?
To free us from havoc-stricken-thoughts?
They come and go, unending like 24 hour subway stations.
There's no break for this lonely man,
heaving every breathe of stale air
into my overused lungs...
Living in confined walls of flesh
held up with brittle paper-mache bones.
Which day is it that I will burst out from this cage of a life?
And hover with the Gods found in carefully binded bo
Blood BrothersBrookie always holds my hand when we cross the street. She's never given a reason for it, she just does it. It's become this unspoken rule with us that whenever we cross the street together, she slips her hand in mine and I lace my fingers through hers and we walk hand-in-hand until we reach the other side and she drops her hand and we both wipe our palms on our jeans. Brookie's a little scared of crossing the street. Her poppa died in a car crash when we were six. He was a pedestrian. She's never gotten over it.
Brookie is my best friend going on sixteen years now, which is pretty impressive considering we're both sixteen. We don't have some cute little story about how we were born in the same hospital on the same day or about how our mothers were best friends long before they were pregnant with us and somehow passed on that bond while we were still in utero. No, Brookie and I met the same way ever
MercyOh sweet God how the grassland
ignites in moonlight tonight
I must thank you for creating
her tangled fingers' slow pace
through the handsome rain Her
trochaic kinesthesia to rhythms
in Stravinsky's The Rite of
Spring Is this how you meant
for us to love you Yahweh
Tumbling clumsily down hills
of sheets into perpetually
immutable silence I could love
you like that I think I've been
practicing on this Savanna
for days and months Lost in
her crystal canvas Rolling crests
and troughs And when she touches
me Oh fair Lord I'm dragged into
your city past Gethsemane's
pulsing green and gold
Please hold us together
under this luminous stretch
Oh Father We are live
unclothed Our reflections awash
with the skin of your sun
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