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Tracing letters (EnglandXReader)You sighed as you ruffled your hair. “You know Arthur, this could still take a while.” You said, leaning back so your head was upside down. He shrugged, taking another sip of tea and flicking to the next page of his book.

Turning back to your laptop, you continued typing for a bit longer. But due to the position you were in, you groaned and rolled your shoulders to try to loosen your tense muscles. Arthur glanced up as you rubbed down your back to the best of your possibility and smiled, an idea brewing.

“Come over here, I’ll do that.” He told you, cocking his head at you. “That’d be great Iggy.&rdq

England x Reader (You Can't!)England was acting rather strange, and by 'strange', I mean even weirder than him talking to his supposed magical friends. It was as though he was suddenly trying to avoid you, which was unusual since you had been dating for six years. Whenever you tried to talk to him, he would ramble on about some excuse to leave or simply just head off at a different direction. Sometimes you could even feel his presence lurking shyly behind walls, as if he wanted but could not for whatever reason talk to you. This behaviour annoyed you; where was his gentlemanly side?

So one day as you were sulking around on the couch, you received a call from your Britis

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 wi

EnglandXxXxReader"Bloody hell!" An angry British man yelled.
"I-I'm sorry!" A [h/c] haired girl yelled.
"[Name] do you know how long it took me to get enough money to buy this!?" He yelled, holding up his laptop.
"N-no....but I said I was sorry! It was an accident!" You yelled back.
"How the bloody hell do you accidentally break a laptop screen!?"
"B-But I was us-"
Arthur sighed and started rubbing the bridge of his nose.
"You know what, [Name]? Maybe you should just go home."
"But-"
He glared at you.
"I said go!"
You stepped back with wide eyes as you stared at him in shock.
You stomped to his door.
"Fine."
You turned around towards him with te

Overheated: England and ReaderOverheated: England and Reader:

You loved the beach, the sand, the ocean, collecting shells and the boardwalk. The surfer boys were a definite plus.

So of course when you chose your apartment you made sure to get one by the beach, expensive but worth the oceans lullaby.

Even the light seemed to be different. You woke up that morning with a softer light bathing your room and the hushed sound of waves, they themselves waking up.

You stretched and smiled, actually happy to be up in the morning, something that had definitely changed since you had moved there from the noisy city.

You made a cup of coffee and went out to your balcony to watch

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.

Thank you, Netflix! EnglandxReaderTwo.Thirty.Five.a.m.

That is the ungodly time England was woken up by a phone call. From the ringtone, "What makes you beautiful" (dawws), he knew it had to be ________.

"It's 2 in the sodding morning, _________. What the bloody hell do you want?!"

"Arthur, you need to get over here. Now."

The serious in her voice as well as what she said kind of… turned him on a little. And it showed in his response.

"W-what? Why?" He asked, a million dirty thoughts going through his head.

"Because… they have 'Once Upon a Time' on Netflix!"

England hung up the phone and practically flew to ________'s house. Sure getting laid would've been b

Missed You Madly- England/ReaderArthur let a small sigh expell from between his bitten lips, sinking further into the yeilding confines of the sofa. Between ink-stained fingers he cradled an ancient book, one from a time he couldn't recall (though he doubted he'd actually want to, in retrospect). He let his pale hands ghost over the yellowed pages and faded words, drinking them in with his darkened eyes and savouring the warm evening light flooding through the window. It was fragrant and sultry, the windows thrown wide open and allowing the perfumed aroma of roses to filter through into the cozy sitting-room. The entire expanse seemed to glow gold and shades of amber, radie

England X Reader: Make it Right

England X Reader – Make it Right

When a sudden crash! sounded on the lower floor of your apartment at some ungodly hour of the morning you awoke with a rapidly beating heart and wide, fearful eyes. Within the dark confines of your bedroom on the second floor you felt fear spreading through you as your mind went into overdrive: Is there someone in the house? Am I being robbed? Should I call the police, or lock myself in the bathroom??

After an intense moment of silence, you decided to fetch your baseball bat. Making your way to the closet by the bedroom door on unsteady feet, you paused every second-step to listen with strained ears fo

England X Reader: Sleepy Time With England

"England…. So um… Will you do it?"

"Ah… for you? You're asking me to count sheep… man….
Why would I have to do something like that?"

For the past few nights it's been rather hard to sleep. It's not
like you tried to stay up or that you didn't like sleeping. It was
just that you couldn't sleep till the next morning. Tonight when you
saw England, you noticed how nice the sound of his voice was… Maybe he
could help you. So right now, you were asking him straight forward.
You didn't really care for his answer but you wanted his help a lot! He
was just about to walk back into his house a few blocks pas

EnglandxShy!Reader: An Escape from Reality Not much I need to say here. I just want to specify that, (l/f/s) stand for 'least favorite subject.'
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You rose from your bed and stretched as the afternoon rays of sunlight made your (e/c) orbs sparkle as if they were diamonds. Your eyes scanned the book that you have slept with in your arms. A bright smile appeared on your face as you fingered the delicate pages of the ancient book. This book happened to be called, "The Gate of Glory", which was about a teenage boy named Nate. The main conflict in this story was about Nate searching for his long lost childhood friend named Glory. You just bought the book out of comp

America x Injured!Reader: Save you no matter what.

You stood there glaring at your boyfriend, You were a mess from cooking dinner. He was playing that Black OPS on his Xbox 360. He has completely zoned out. He hasn't spent a single minute with you. That's all he played for 3 weeks straight. Minus the eating, short naps, potty breaks and quick showering.

You sigh giving a fake smile "Alfie come to dinner please." you offered with optimism.

He paused his game and stared at you in a zombified state. "Eh? Oh... Just bring the grub here babe!" He grinned. You frowned "No, come to the table to eat" You pouted.

"Aw come on _______! I'm on round 45!" He whined.

You couldn't take it anymore. "Alfr

Sleepy Time!~ (EnglandXReader)Sleepy Time~

EnglandxReader

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"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.

"But!-"

Arthur placed a finger to your lips. "Shhhh, Not tonight (Name). Aren't you tired just a

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

Writer's block- EnglandxReaderI sighed, looking at the blank screen in front of me. Why weren't the words just coming to me like they had so very often? I hadn't written enough stories for this to be happening damn it! Where was this sudden block coming from?!

I lamented again and again, trying to figure out just where exactly I went wrong. Then out of nowhere, it hit me…

Arthur.

Ever since I started having feelings for Arthur, I've had trouble writing my stories. Lately all I can think about is him.

I don't even realize I've started writing on the piece of paper in front of me. I've started to poor out my feelings for the Brit.

"Hello, _________." A voice calls ou

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by ~TheAnswer-FortyTwo, Nov 20, 2012, 10:59:17 AM
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"_____!" 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 happy as you'd ever seen him.

"Uh…. As nice as that sounds, darling, I wouldn't want to overindulge myself tonight. Maybe we should just go out to eat…" you turned your (e/c) eyes away from him, the lie stinging your pride.

He just laughed, bringing you in for a sweet, short kiss. "You know you could have just told me my cooking is awful, ____." He whispered in your ear. "But it was kind of you to try and save what small pride I have left."