England X Reader: For You
AN: Not much dialogue sorry.
You rushed through the house, picking up things you needed, things you wanted, things you just couldn't leave behind. Today you were leaving. You just couldn't do this anymore. You couldn't smile and pretend everything was alright when in reality, it was breaking apart. You tried to stay her in this house, with the man you loved but it just couldn't go on this way. You gave your boyfriend a choice, either clean up his act, change for the better, or else you would leave. Though he said he would get better, nothing changed. No more playing around. You were going.
"[f/n] please hear me out. I said I'm sorry." Arthur followed you back into the bedroom with a pleading look on his face.
You toss your clothes into your suite case and slam it shut before looking over at Arthur. Meeting his panicking emerald orb
If You're Reading This - America X Reader
A gentle smile and warming laugh filled his mind as he wrote his letter. He laughed at one of his friends reading a letter they had received over again from their girlfriend.
“Hey Alfred, what you writing?” Another asked rolling over on his cot.
“Eh, nothing much dude. Just something for my family back at home.”
“Telling them how much ya miss ‘em?”
“Naa, he’s writing a love letter to that sweet-heart of his. What’s her name again?”
Alfred sat up on his bed, “[f/n] and hey, nothing wrong with telling the girl you love that you miss her.”
The men laughed and one jumped onto Alfred’s bed, rustling his hair. “Come on man, let’s go get some food. I’m starving and I know you’re always hungry.”
Matthew X Reader: The Locks You woke up just a few seconds before your cell phone alarm went off.
You stretched your limbs and smiled before turning off the alarm, “Today me and Matthew are going to hang out for his birthday.” You smiled looking at a picture of you and your best friend.
Getting out of your bed you put on the clothes you picked out, a (color) T-shirt, (color) shorts, and some black sandals. You brush your hair and style it just the way you want.
Running down the stairs you grab your wallet, the keys to your [car/truck] and head out the door.
Hoping into your vehicle you sigh. “I really hope traffic isn’t too bad.”
After driving across the bridge over to Ontario Canada, you head over to the mall where you told Matthew to wait for you.
As you parked the car you saw Matthew sitting on
Concrete Angel - Holy Rome X Reader
Two shaky hands pulled open the bottom shelf of a chipped painted drawer. Black and blue purpling bruises lined up the boney arms of a child as small fingers dug through the linen clothes un-neatly packed in the dresser.
[h/c][h/l] fell over bare shoulders, scared and banged up. The same nasty dark green and brown laced dress from the other day was slowly pulled over the head of a young girl, no older than eight years of age. Her [e/c] eyes dull and distant, scanned her room for her patched up messenger bag.
Pulling on the best shoes she has, [f/n] walked past her mother’s room as quietly as she could. She pushed over a chair to climb up on and reach for something to take with her to school. An apple, some bread, maybe she could make a sandwich.
The sound of a bottle crashing caused the small girl to jump and turn her head around. Then the thumping sound of someone’s
Pirate China X Reader : Heave Ho
Placing the last of the clean dishes, you smiled at your work. That was until the ship jerked and tipped to the side, sending the dishes to come crashing to the wooden floor.
The fierce action of the ship also sent you to go running up to the top deck to see men running to their stations.
Your eyes scanned over the many figures, trying to find the captain. As you weaved through the busy shipmates, the wind whipped at your face and the water crashed onto the ship’s deck as the ocean was pushed and pulled back and forth in a tug-a-war.
You stumbled and fell to your knees a few times before griping the railing of the ship’s side. The only light allowing you to see the angry sea was the lamps strung around the ship, which fought against the wind to stay in hoisted in place.
An arm wrapped around your waist, bring your attention away from everyon
Japan X Reader - Christmas Eve
The snow swirled down from the clouded winter sky and landed on a figure lying in the snow. Though it was cool and wet, this person didn't care, she was just relaxing in the chilling snow. Jeans getting soaked and sending chills throughout her body. Still she didn't care how fast her body temperature was dropping. Fact was, she loved lying in the snow.
Crunching sounds grew louder as someone approached. You sighed and slowly opened [e/c] eyes when the sound stopped, sounding somewhere off to her side.
With your eyes adjusting to the brightness the snow seemed to make the world, you saw a familiar figure with short black hair and dark brown eyes they could be black. It was Kiku Honda, your best friend for many years.
Kiku looked down at you and held out a mitten covered hand to help you up. You took his hand slowly and allowed him to pull you up to your feet. You lost balance just
Dark!Canada X Reader: The Little Crooked House
There was a crooked man…
…And he walked a crooked mile.
He found a crooked sixpence upon a crooked stile…
…He bought a crooked cat, which caught a crooked mouse.
"Out of the way!"
The crowd of students rushed to the side, slamming themselves into lockers and each other as a crazy girl with golf cart came speeding down the hallway. Oh wait, that crazy girl was you. How did you end up on a golf cart terrorizing the school's hallways you ask, well. Let's go back.
-8am Friday Morning-
You were sitting in your seat, listening to your teacher talk. She had just begun class not so long ago and was already deep in a conversation you had no idea how to take notes on, that and she kept
Dark!Canada X Reader: Fireflies “Come on [f/n]! We’re going to be late!”
“Coming!” You called to your friend before looking back behind you.
Your eyes scanned the alley you were standing out in front of. You thought you seen someone standing in the shadows. Looking from the pile of trash bags and the peeling green painted dumpster to the small pyramids of broken wooden crates; you saw nothing out of the ordinary.
“I guess…I was seeing things.” You shrug and run to catch up with your friend before you two would be late for school.
Once you caught up to your friend, the two of you chatted away, keeping up a fast walking pace.
“So why did you stop back there? See a black cat or something?” She laughed.
“No, I just thought I seen someone standing there.”
“Oh?” She looked, “Maybe it was a street dweller or some drunken man. What if it was a murder haha?!” She laughed agai
Young Prussia X Young!Nation Reader
Young Teutonic Knight Prussia X Young Nation Reader: Summer Don't Know Me No More
--I suggest listening to : "El Mañana" by Gorillaz
“Prussia, I’m so scared…please…don’t let them take my nation.”
Prussia stood holding your sobbing form in his arms. He couldn’t believe what his people were doing, why would they attack your nation? His people and yours had been allies, friends, almost family. Then one of his higher ups decided that [nation name] was so small and in the way of growth, so it was to be burned down to the ground, it’s people taken to live under a new flag or be rid of.
“I promise…I vill fix zhis.” He spoke over the screams of your people.
You looked up at him, “Why? Why did they betray us?&
Name of the Game [Canada x Reader] 01
Fans were cheering all around him as his teammates rushed to get a hold on the ever-illusive black puck. Ice flew from their sharp skates when the object of their interest changed directions and they had to continue skating after it. His violet eyes watched the small objects every twist and turn as it made its way toward him on the ice, he couldn't let it get through him to the goal no matter what. With reflexes as quick as the snap of a rubber-band, Mattieu Williams caught the small black puck just before it could cross the red poles and go into his team's goal.
There were four minutes left in the third and the blond-haired Canadian could not lose hope in his team, which was down 3-1. The situation looked bleak, but Matthew, or Mattieu as his French-Canadian teammates liked to call him, knew that they could pull through; especially since they were owning the rival team's side of the ice. If they could keep barraging their goalie with shots, one of them was bound to get in! And
CanadaXReader- Photography PartnersCanadaXReader- Photography Partners
"______! Matthew is here!" Your mother calls from the living room.
"I'll be out in a moment!" You shout back. You throw on a red tank top and white shorts. You like your photography partner... a lot. And since he is Canadian, this outfit will definitely impress him.
A bit nervous, you sigh pulling your (h/c) hair into a sport ponytail.(A/N: Ignore that if your hair is too short for a ponytail.) Mr. (teacher's l/n), the digital photography teacher, had assigned you class to "Capture nature while telling a story". You really don't understand what he meant, but your friend Matthew did. He said he knew the perfect place to go. Alfred, Matthew's brother, would be, of course, tagging along.
Throwing your camera around your neck, you rushed out of your room and toward the living room. Your hair bouncing with each movement. In the living room, Matthew is ducking under his blond hair, his face as red as your tank top.
"Hey.. Uh.. What's wrong Mattie?"
Happy Birthday Matthew! (CanadaxReader)Happy Birthday, Matthew!
Canada slumped into his couch, burrowing his face into his pillow. No one had remembered his birthday, again! He thought that at least his Papa, [Name] or Alfred would, but they never called once to wish him Happy Birthday.
The blonde kept his head stuffed in his pillow as he tried to blink his tears away. It didn't work.
Why did he have to be invisible? Why can't he be seen? Heck, even Sealand, once a port for the British during World War II, but declared itself independent and became (Not really) a micro nation, can be seen, but not him, Canada, that giant space that's between Alaska and America, the second largest country in the world, one of the countries in G8! What's up with that!?
He sighed again, but quickly perked up when he heard his phone ring. He shuffled over to answer it.
'Someone remembered my birthday!' he thought excitedly before answering the phone,
"H-hello..?" The Canadian answered,
"Mattie! You will never guess what I bought
CanadaXReader- Truth or Dare"SOOO, _______" said Gilbert. "Truth or dare?" You thought for a moment, scrunching up your face a little as you did.
"Dare." You finally said.
"Kesesese~" He gestured for you to come to him with his hand. Standing up from your spot next to Matthew you made your way across the circle of Truth or dare players.
You, Francis, Arthur, Alfred, Matthew, and Gilbert had been playing the game for the last hour or so. Every dare took so long from the excessive amount of laughing, chasing, ridiculing that you were beginning to hope it would never get to your turn.
No such luck.
You bent down next to the albino, with your ear next to his mouth as he whispered his dare to you.
When he finished, you turned to him with the most shocked face in the history of ever. You're faces were only an inch apart and Gilbert was smirking at you. 'Kesing' under his breath as he stared you in the eyes. Almost as if to say "Yeah, you heard me right."
"Do we get to know?" asked Alfred from a f
Canada X Reader: Home Alone"DIE ZOMBIE DIE!" he yelled, shooting you with
Nerf darts ?
You looked up at the person, He had blond hair with a stuburn cowlick right at the part, he was wearing a camo uniform, had a florescent pink a purple tie tied around his forehead, dark war paint on his cheeks and a blue light saber was strapped to his back like a samurai sword.
After a moment or so he lowered the gun, a very confused and slightly stupid look on his face.
"_________," he said. "You're not a zombie " You rolled your eyes and plucked a dart off your shoulder.
"Lucky me " you muttered. "Alfred, what ARE you doing ??" you asked shaking the dart at
Alfred flicked on a light switch that was next to him so you could see him clearly. He kind of looked like he hadn't slept for days, but was hyped up on energy drinks, but you ignored that fact because that's when you noticed the room. It was completely destroyed, garbage everywhere, broken dishes were scattered in the
CanadaXReader: Rollerskating PartyIt was a Sunday night and you and your best friend were at a roller skating party for (grade number) in your school (an all-girls school) and the (grade number) grade of an all-boys school. Your grade often had parties with their grade. You usually didn't go to these parties (you had went only twice before) but this one was a roller skating party, and you loved roller skating. You had your own style of skating, but it wasn't very fast.
You and your friend were the outcasts of the grade, and were sitting alone at a small table because it was hard to hear each other over the loud music while skating. You two were currently daring each other to do things you wouldn't normally do.
"(Name), I dare you to talk that boy over there," she said smugly, gesturing to a boy sitting by himself at a table.
Your cheeks reddened. You recognized "that boy". He always sat by himself in the parties.
"Wh-What?" you asked. You hated talking to boys, especially because you always blushed around them fo
You were walking thru the forest, wandering around, you were hungry. The famished you tried to drink from someone a while ago had been punched in the face by a man so called 'Hero', he was pretty strong for a mere human, your jaw still hurt a bit. He told you not to drink on his territory, kicking you out and telling you to keep walking north, so you did. You were lucky he had shown you mercy, and it was kind of him to show you were you could find food, 'I'm a hero after all and it's my duty to help others, humans and vampires alike', was what he said You listened to his advice, walking northward; he said you'd find food But you hadn't seen a single human and you've walked a pretty long distance.
You saw someone with a red hood walking nearby still in the forest; you heard your stomach growl. You walked over to the red hooded guy, you were close when he heard you, and he instinctively looked towards the cause of the
Canada X Reader : Snowboarding
Canada X Reader
"Wow! This place is Awesome!" You put your gloved hand above your eyes to look at the white simmering snow covered mountain.
You had come with your two friends Yuu and Ishimaru to Canada, you and Ishimaru being giant snowboarding fanatics.
Yuu came along because she was really into different countries and their histories. She wasn't much of a snowboarder. Although you always tried to get her to snowboard; you didn't care if she did or didn't by this point. You were too exited!
"I bet I can beat you to the top of the mountain!" Yelled Ishimaru as he ran to the ski lift.
You began to run as fast as you could in the snow, "Oh no you don't! I'm so going to win!"
Yuu walked along laughing behind you two, "Hey guys! I'm going to go save us a table at the café!" Yuu yelled.
"M'kay!" you yelled.
"You're missing out!" Yelled Ishimaru.
"Don't care! They have hot chocolate!" yelled Yuu as she ran towards the café waving goodbye to you guys.
"Have fun!" You ye
Pressure (CanadaxReader)"Why can't you be like (insert friend's name)? She actually aces her exams and she's not obsessed with that anime junk you like," your father stated during dinner. Your older brother glared at your father, patting your hand under the table, softly, as if to comfort you.
Your mother nodded, "If you don't get 1st place in the honor placement, we're going to take away your electronics. They've been distracting you from your education too much,"
You gritted your teeth as you felt tears sting your eyes. Your brother just looked to the side awkwardly.
"And we're gonna ban that anime junk from this house until you get 1st pla-"
That was the last straw. You stood up, your chair skidding the groud from the force.
"Just shut up and stop comparing me to her, alright?! I'm not her, I'm me! Can't you at least appreciate the fact that I'm 2nd place?! Not once did you say, 'Oh, congratulations _____! Keep up the good work!' nor did you encourage or help me with my work!! All you
CanadaxReader - Unforgettable
You walked down the street, a spring in your step and a smile on your face. You couldn't help but smile on such a momentous occasion! This was one of the most important days of your life!
You were turning Six! Six!!! Your heart soared with excitement. You were finally a big girl! Soon you'd be eight! And then you'd be a really big girl! But as you thought on, you reminded yourself that you didn't wanna turn ten. Then you'd be old. You shuddered at the thought.
You glanced around you. You were heading to the park. You knew you wouldn't have very long. It was getting late and mum and pops 'd get worried if you were out too late. But still, you wanted to have a little fun at the nearby park! You so rarely got to go and it was close enough by for you to sneak out while your parents thought you were playing in the backyard. You'd done it a few other times, but never when it was this dark, though the darkness was probably due to the rain that was supposed to come
Canada x Reader- Matthew's Date‘Why am I here again? Oh yeah… because (friend’s name) made me come…’ I moaned in my head, as I handed the girl at the cash register $20 and getting $15 back. I sighed, going over and getting my skates, before putting them on.
“____! This is going to be so much fun!” (friend’s name) said, smiling her huge smile at me. I couldn’t help but smile back at her; she’s the type of person who brightens up a room just by peeking in the doorway. Sighing, I walked over to the skate rental counter, and after getting a size __ pair of skates, I put them on. Pushing myself up, I wobbled a little bit, making my way to the rink. On my way there, though, I heard the obnoxious laughter of my school’s jock captain, Alfred F. Jones. Now, don’t get me wrong, he’s a cool guy and I’m friends with him and everything, but I’ve got my eye on a different guy. This guy is the sweetest, cutest, and the quietest
Canada x Reader: Nice Guys Finish LastYou look up when Matthew Williams enters, smiling. You've had a crush on him for the longest of times, but you're way too shy to tell him that. Besides, he doesn't seem interested in you. He's really nice to you, but that's only during the rare occurrences of him actually talking to you. Besides, you already have a boyfriend; he's the ever so stoic Berwald Oxenstierna who seems like he can't give you the time of day.
No one ever notices Matthew, but the funny thing is that you'd wish he'd notice you.
You're just an afterthought to him, the person he bumps into in the middle of the road by accident.
So you lower your gaze, letting your smile fade.
This is why you're with Berwald; he asked you to be his girlfriend, and since you're never going to get Matthew to ever notice you, at least romantically, you told yourself to move on and date him.
Too bad Berwald spends more time with Tino Väinämöinen, his best friend, and he doesn't even text you or call you or visit but once
Canada x Reader: JealousYou wait anxiously at the airport, biting you lip as you look up at the flight board. It tells you that the airplane from Ontario, Canada is due to arrive in a quarter of an hour, delayed by some nasty weather.
You are waiting for your childhood best friend, Matthew Williams. He is the half-brother of the most annoying guy in the world, Alfred F. Jones, and he lives in Canada with his father while Alfred lives here in the United States with their mother. Al's the older one.
But Matt's the sweeter one. He's so quiet and innocent and cute, and no one ever notices him but you, of course.
Every summer vacation, he comes down here for two weeks to spend time with his family (his mother and Al) and with you.
He's your best friend.
You play with the hem of your shirt, twisting it back and forth as you impatiently wait. You shift your eyes to Alfred who is standing in front of a McDonald's that is inside the airport, ordering food for the both of you. Their mother has to work, so she can'
Magical Malady: CanadaXReaderYou could hear banging at your door. You frowned. It was five in the morning. You had spent all night getting the paperwork done from weeks of neglect because of a long meeting that drug out for too long with America. Your boss said you could have the day off if you managed that and yet someone was banging at your door in the god-forbidden hours of the morning early morning. You had just crawled into bed too. You were about to fall asleep when you were startled because of the noise. Now you would never fall asleep. You stumbled out of bed, grumbling softly to yourself. You couldn't turn someone away. It could be important. If something bad happened with the economy or something you had to fix it, but you couldn't sense anything wrong at the moment.
You opened the door and were pushed aside by however was outside. Instantly all traces of sleep left you. You jumped back, reaching blindly behind yourself, finding a candle stick to be used as a weapon against whoever was breaking in
Human!KumajirouxReaderxCanada -Pt 3- Nothing mattered right now except for him. It didn't matter that you had been wearing the same cloths as you were yesterday. Not the fact that you were looking like an idiot running outside barefoot.
It only mattered that you told Canada what really happened.
You knew Canada way too well. When he was upset or broken up about something, he went to the beach. Usually, this is because of the waves calming him down.
Hurrying along the streets, you went to the beach, seeing the Canadian there with his face in his knees, obviously crying. A figure would pass by, giving him a pitiful look but continuing on.
You didn't approach him for awhile, just watching him and thinking up of the words to apologize and explain. Working up the guts to go there though took longer than expected.
The move you decided on making was running across the beach and enveloping him in a hug. When you did so, you ended up cutting the sole of your foot on a shell and falling ove
Canada X Reader: AstronomyArthur, Alfred, and Francis started to notice their half-brother was loved by his best friend, and the fact that he loved her back, six months after their friendship had started. Matthew wouldn't have a defeated, solemn look on his face when other people would talk around him and ignore him; instead, his eyes would be far away, his mouth soon following with a smile. He was thinking of _________.
He was always thinking of her. Everything: her hair that jumped with the winds, her eyes that shined with the feelings of her soul, her skin that was always so soft every time if brushed against his by accident. Everything was amazing. And he, undoubtedly, loves her.
He loves how she fretted over seeing him the first time, thinking he was Alfred from the back, and quickly changing her mind when she saw a red leaf on the front of his shirt. Matthew repeatedly told her not to worry, that he was used to it, but this only pushed _________ to prove to him that he was different, that he was special.
"I'm at a payphone trying to call home, all of my change I've spent on you "
"Ugh, idiot, pick up!" You glared at the number keys on the payphone you'd been standing at for what seemed like hours.
You slammed the phone back against the hook and groaned up at the gray sky. "I'm not inserting another coin, because I have no more. No change, a dead phone, a rainy day, and an ex who won't answer me."
You rested your forearms against the payphone, and then rested your head on your arms. "What am I supposed to do ?"
You sighed. Looked like you'd be walking two or three miles in the rain. It thundered, making you jump. Okay, you'd be running two or three miles in the rain.
"Where have the times gone? Baby it's all wrong. Where are the plans we made for two?"
You recalled the last time you had been in a situation relevant to this. Except then, Alfred was there. He'd given you his coat, claiming a hero would always save a damsel in distress.
With tears welling
Human!KumajirouxReaderxCanada -Pt 4- "E-England...I-I need your help..."
A few hours later, you awoke, feeling the bandages wrapped across your feet. Feeling grossed out by the cloths you wore and the fact that you hadn't showered in a day and a half, you looked for any signs of the boys. When you were sure they had left, you stripped off the filthy cloths and took a nice warm shower.
Unraveling the bandages, you found it hard to walk. If you walked normally, your foot would be inflicted with pain. If you used the tips of your toes, you would've easily torn the wound open. So instead, you jumped down the halls and stood on one leg as you washed off.
By the time you got out of the shower, you were growing hungry and the sun was setting. Putting on sweats and an old tee, you consulted to making dinner. Hobbling to the kitchen, you made a simple dish before going back to the bathroom, re-wrapping your foot and lulling into sleep.
For the first time