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Pocky (EnglandxReader) It was late in the afternoon after one of the Allies' meetings. You were sitting on the couch at home, watching your favorite TV show. A marathon was going on for about 3 hours, and you didn't want to miss the finale. It would probably be very dramatic, given the type of show it was and how the characters acted towards each other.You wore and old, messy white T-shirt and pajama pants, since you were being lazy today. Through this, you were also eating a normal sized box of Pocky. There was a knock at the door, so you went and answered it quickly.
"Hi, love," Arthur said. He stood in the doorway as adorable as always. You let him come in and he found a nice place on the couch to settle down.
"What are you watching, sweetheart?" Arthur looked at you, smiling. He reached into the box and picked out a stick for himself.
"Oh, just a marathon of [f/tv show]. The finale's coming up. Do you wanna watch with me?" Arthur nodded, kissing you

England x Reader - NightmaresEngland x Reader – Nightmares

It was just after midnight on a stormy night. Explosions of thunder kept the coyotes howling through the night. Lightning illuminated your room for split seconds when the light made its way through the cracks of space between the blinds and the window frame. Wind rattled the screen in its place while it howled around the exposed walls of the room and caused the young tree outside to wave around in danger of being uprooted.

The room – your bedroom – was freezing. There were three walls exposed to the wind outside, and, being an old house, the heating unit was having a tough time keeping up wit

EnglandxReader .:Sleepless:.“Arthur...?” you said as you opened the door to his room with a slow and loud creak.

You could hear loud thunder noises

“A-Arthur” you said, the light from the lightning flashed light through the window.

He could see your watering eyes.

“What is it,love?” he asked in his usual North London accent, which always seemed to calm your nerves.

The thunder crackled and on cue you whimpered,

“Love, are you scared of the thunder?” Arthur asked half asleep; sitting on his queen sized bed.

“No..it not that.” You said staring in to the dark room, the moonlight that shone through the windo

England x Reader - My Cake!“One slice of strawberry cake please,” you ordered, watching the cashier take the cake out and place it on the counter.

“You’re lucky. That’s the last one,” she smiled at you and held out her hand. You were just about to place the money on her hand, but out of nowhere another hand landed there and left a $5 note, a voice telling her to “Keep the change!”

“Hey!” you called out, reaching for the person’s shoulder and turning him around, only to find out that you knew him.

“(Name),” he stated.

“Arthur,” you said back, just as bluntly.

The two of you ju

EnglandxReader- drunksYou walked to a small corner bar and sighed as you prepared yourself for the strong stench of alcohol. You walked to the doors and took a deep breath as you opened the door. The bar was nearly empty except for a few people just talking or relaxing. The bartender was washing a glass and you snickered.
'That's pretty cliche.' You thought as you noticed he was wearing a classic bartenders uniform with a white shirt and a black vest. You heard a glass clink down and noticed a familiar head of blonde hair.
"Hey Arthur." You said as you sat down next to the blonde. He was your boyfriend Arthur. He had blonde hair, green eyes and distinctly thick e

RQ: Completely Priceless. EnglandxBullied!Reader The only sounds that could be heard in her bedroom were hushed sobs of sorrow and anguish. There were shards of glass everywhere; some pieces reflected sunlight from the window. ________ sat in huddled in the corner, cradling her injured fist to her chest. Her choked sobs subsiding as she slowly recovered from her breakdown. _________ didn’t know if she could continue living anymore. What was the point? Everything around her said that she wasn’t good enough.

She was tired of trying to reach the impossible goal of being perfect by societal standards. She was tired of trying to be something she wasn’t in order to gain

::Cute Magic:: England x Reader"Oh, my, I'm terribly sorry, (Name)," Arthur apologized.

"Pfft~! You were trying to make me into a little kid?" Francis pondered, trying to keep himself from laughing. "Oh, Artie, I didn't think you were –"

"DAMN YOU TO BLOODY HELL, WANKER!"

"Arthur-san, maybe we shouldn't speak such vulgar language in front of (Name)-san," Kiku suggested, trying to calm down the British man. Arthur looked over to (Name) who had her ears covered by Feliciano and looked around curiously at the two men that she couldn't hear.

He sighed as Feliciano took his hands off her ears. "I guess I was lucky. I was looking at the wrong spell. The original idea was to

England x Reader: Pirate to...People had always told you that England was almost bi-polar. Apparently, it was a recent attitude adjustment, but no one knew why it had happened.

Except for you, that is. You figured it out on your very first date.

Sitting in the back corner of the coffee shop closest to your apartment, you hadn't said a word to each other. Sure, simple greetings of 'hey' were exchanged, but England had become quiet seconds after.

At the time, you only knew snapshots of England's past. He used to be a pirate, but he had retired that title long ago. You guessed that he was in the middle of a transition phase, but to what, you had no idea.

You glanced up f

Evil Weegee (America x Ticklish!Reader)____ was hanging out and playing video games with her friend, America.

"Muahahaha!" ____ exclaimed as she jumped on America's head.

"Noooooo!" America wailed, "My star! Give it back!"

"Never!" ____ exclaimed, running away from America, "It's mine now!"

"But now you have one more than me! The hero is supposed to win!" America stated.

"Muahahaha! I'm evil Weegee!" ____ exclaimed, "Your hero powers don't work against me!"

"Oh really?" America asked, "What about evil ____? Do my hero powers work against her?"

"I guess so... Wait! No! They don't!" ____ shouted.

America paused the game, "I'm not so sure about that."

"Evil Weegee!!!

England x Waitress!Reader .:: Sweet ____ ::.You were just at your usual job at the Cheesecake Factory waiting tables. Luckily it was just a few more minutes before your shift was over. The last table you'd have to serve was table 14, the table Alfred, Francis, Ivan, and Yao were sitting at. But you didn't see your British boyfriend for some reason. "Where's Arthur?" You set down the plates of food down on the table in front of the people who ordered them.

"Didn't see 'im." Francis replied before grabbing his plate. "The last time I seen him was at the meeting at work." Ivan took a sip of Typhoon Punch. He didn't really like the color because of how girly it looked, but it had vodka in

Arthur KirklandYou rummaged through the mountains of cardboard boxes that didn't look like they had been touched for a lifetime; this room was filled with several centuries worth of English history and yet Arthur had never once even hinted to its existence. Every box, every item in this room held a story, and you loved stories. So far you had found what appeared to be a floor plan for the original Globe Theatre, a black and white photograph of Arthur standing outside of Buckingham palace dressed as one of the soldiers that never smile, and a rather official-looking letter from none-other than Queen Victoria herself! Just as you were beginning to wonder if a

F.A.C.E.xReader: Movie Night

"Artie, get the popcorn!" you shouted. "The movie's starting!"
"Don't call me that!"
Alfred pulled you onto his lap. "Come on babe; move over so Artie can sit down."
Francis gave a pervyish laugh as your face turned red.
"A-Al!"
"Ohonhon, you don't want to sit on Alfred's lap, who don't you sit on mine?"
"Shut up you perverted frog!"
"Guys the movie's starting," Matthew whispered.
A small voice from Matthew's bear asked, "Who are you."
Matt sighed, "I'm Matthew…"
"Dude, Matt, I didn't see you there!"
"Be quiet Alfie," you said using the nickname you knew he hated. His face turned red and he shut up.

AVENGERS

After the movie was o

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

Bringing You back Depressed!Reader x England

Depressed!Reader x England

Warning! Emotion!!! ALOT OF EMOTION!!!!

I start to think there really is no cure for depression, that happiness is an ongoing battle, and I wonder if it isn't one I'll have to fight for as long as I live. I wonder if it's worth it.
~Elizabeth Wurtzel
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Depression
Noun
1. Sever despondency and dejection, accompanied by feelings of hopelessness ad inadequacy
2. A condition of mental disturbance, typically lack of energy and difficutly in maintaining concentration or interest of life.

Synonyms: Distress, Hopeless, Misery, Melancholy
Antonyms: Is there even antonyms when your lost? When your in mi

:EnglandXReader: Eleanor Rigby:EnglandXReader:

Eleanor Rigby

It was another day in college, same as any other. You were strolling along from your Chorus class with a smile on your face. You didn't even need it for your future, much less graduation; but it was a great class! It was calming, gave you something you enjoyed doing, and sparked an interest in all things music.

Right now you were WAY into The Beatles. You saw the movie, had a couple of shirts, and bought a couple dozen songs online. In fact, you were listening to one right now. 'Eleanor Rigby', specifically. It was just perfect, how it described you and your fellow Forever Alones.

...Or maybe not so alone. T

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Gotsa Get Skinnies? (England x Reader)

by ~lexicat00, Jan 10, 2013, 4:50:48 PM
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There was a loud crash, and the sound of shattering glass. As soon as England heard that, he quickly ran to the room you were in.

"Oops," You said while looking at the shattered bottle.

The door burst open, and there stood England, "____! Are you okay? I heard-" He glanced down at the broken bottle on the ground.

"England! Great time," You slurred, "I was gonna ask you, get me another bottle."

"____, what have you been drinking?" He asked.

"Red wine, stuff," You slurred some more, "Is healthy."

"Who told you that?!"

"Francey-Pants," You said, sending you into a fit of giggles, and almost falling out of the chair.

"That bloody twit, why I'll-"

"Language."

"What?"

"Languge's importan'," You slurred, "We gotta speak stuffs."

"Why don't we get you to bed, ____?" England suggested.

"But, I gotsa get skinnies!" You exclaimed.

"You're skinny enough," England said, "You don't need wine to make you any skinnier."

"Okays Artie," You said, attempting to hop down from the chair.

"Let me help you, love," England said, helping you get down from the seat.

You giggled as the two of you walked down the hall, and England turned to look at you
with a puzzled expresion on his face.

"I's got a secret," You told him.

The two of you stood outside the room you were staying in.

"Really?" England asked.

"Yups!" You said, "Come'ere and I's tell it to you."

England smirked, "I am here."

You shook your head, "You're not close enoughs!"

England took a step closer, "Is this good, love?"

You shook your head again, but faster this time.

England took another step forwards.

"Now I's tell you the secret!" You said. You stood up on your tip-toes the best you could, and gave England a small kiss on his cheek.

"Shh!" You exclaimed, "Don't tells Artie!" You walked into your room, and shut the door in the britain's face.

"You're welcome!" England heard someone shout out his window.

"I'll get you, you bloody wanker!" England called out the window.

England sighed, then smiled while rubbing the spot you had kissed with his fingers. He'd have to try to get you to do that while sober some time.