Last Call CasualtyEngland x Reader
You were jolted awake by the insect-like vibrations of your phone on the nightstand. You picked it up and saw that it was just past three AM. You didn't need to ask who it was on the other end.
"I'm going to guess that you don't know what time it is, Arthur," you muttered, sitting up blearily.
"Nope," he hiccupped. He sounded distraught. No surprises there. The Brit only ever called you when he was pissed (read: drunk), and he tended to become more and more depressed with each shot of gin. Honestly, he was a lightweight.
"I need you," he said. At least, this was what you assumed he had meant. What he actually said was "Uh nead oo."
"How much have you had to drink, Arthur?" you demanded, almost afraid to hear the answer.
"Dunno. There was one, and two, and uh what comes after two?"
By this time you were on your feet, going to the closet to get some clothes. "Just wait there," you told him, silently hating yourself for going to him again. "I'll
England X Reader: My Last BreathHold onto me, love
You know I can't stay long
All I wanted to say was "I love you" and "I'm not afraid..."
Slowly, your mind drifted to the surface of consciousness. A rhythmic, shuddering, rocking motion cocooned your body. You felt the soaked collar of your shirt sticking to your shoulders and the base of your neck, and more sickeningly warm, thick liquid pooling at your collarbone. Four fingers were pressing a scrap of cloth against the side of your throat, a futile attempt to stem the flow of liquid.
In an instant, it all came back to you.
The hill. The climb. The fall. The sharp stick. The sudden gush. Then darkness.
Arthur had you in his arms, running with all his might, while trying desperately to staunch the pouring blood at your throat.
You knew it was pointless. You knew you would die. Your campsite had been miles from any town, because that was the best place to see the stars.
That was why you'd climbed the hill in the first place. You and Arthur had wanted to stargaze, and
Just The Way You Are EnglandxReader: One Shot(F/N) took a seat in the dimly lit bar, a bit confused as to why she was there. Oh, that's right she was here to meet up with her best friend Arthur. Although she wasn't sure why her gentleman of a friend had wanted her to meet him in a bar of all places. He wasn't even here and the band had already left the stage, making her realize how late he actually was. That's when (F/N) saw her blonde haired, emerald eyed friend walk right on to the stage, oozing with sex appeal. His usually neat blonde hair looked as if he had just gotten out of bed, his light blue button-up unbuttoned by a few too many buttons. In all honesty, Arthur looked as if he had finished having sex and had dressed in a hurry.
Not that she was complaining, he looked fantastic, but she wasn't exactly sure what he was doing. He had a guitar, now that confused (F/N) more than she initially was, she had never even seen Arthur around a guitar. "This is dedicated to a very special lady in the audience tonight." (F/
Shining Legacy (EnglandXReader)A request for ZumbaWolf, don't worry it's coming >.<
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Your breath scraped painfully through your throat. Your back was resting against a cool, slimy rock, and you were trying to steady your ragged breaths. You could hear them.
"Looks like the bastard was lying after all." You froze, listening. They were so close. A stern voice cut through the drip drip of water falling from the damp ceiling.
You sank lower behind your shelter. You ran your fingers through your dirty, matted hair, twisting some gunk out of the tips.
Pirates. They had come to your village with an offer; they would do anything in exchange for information regarding a legendary treasure hoard that was supposedly located nearby. They weren't amused when the elder told them that there was no such thing. The entire village had then had to suffer their retribution, as they pillaged every shop and burned homes to the ground.
You'd received a few cuts and bruises while escaping, but
England x Reader: ChipmunkIt was a busy Christmas Eve morning. Bright decorations and Christmas stockings were being hung up across the walls, shining ornaments had been added to the lively Christmas tree which stood very tall, and gingerbread cookies were being baked heartily in the oven.
_______ was in the kitchen, baking some more gingerbread cookies and adding icing and some gumdrops to the gingerbread house that was waiting patiently for a loving gingerbread family to live inside. Her newly wedded husband, Arthur was sitting at the table by the living room, sipping some Earl Grey tea while looking through the newspaper. He promised that he would finish decorating the Christmas tree right after his morning tea.
Suddenly a shriek was heard from inside the kitchen.
"What happened ______??!" Arthur came dashing over to see what caused his wife to scream so loud. He was worried that she had perhaps cut herself by accident or that there was a fire starting, but to his surprise and relief,_______ pointed to a lit
Request - England x Reader - Save Me, My PrinceRequest England x Reader Save Me, My Prince
Someone was behind you. They were going to take you. They already had Michelle, your closest friend.
These stupid skirts are too heavy. The heels make it too hard to run. You did your best, lifting the skirts and taking long strides. Your panting drowned out all noise, even the loud clicks of your heels.
The man caught up to you. His face was obscured by a plain white mask. The eyeholes were too small for you to see his eye color. The only thing you could see was the wavy blond hair pulled back with a blue ribbon.
He began to tie you up, ripping your dress and yanking you by your (h/c) hair. One of your heels slipped off, unnoticed by your assailant. Before he got your hands tied, you managed to rip out a chunk of his blond hair, throwing it near your shoe. That made him angry.
The man tossed you over his shoulder like a sack of flour. You struggled, beating his back and kicking with your bound limbs. It wa
I Don't Care - England x Reader
England x reader I don't care
England was in his living room having a cup of tea when he heard loud knocks at his doorstep. 'I wonder who that could -', his thoughts were interrupted once he recognized a familiar (and irritating as he would say) voice.
"Yo Iggy!? Are you gonna let me stay outside, or are you gonna let me in your house?! You need to stop wasting your time reading for hours and help the hero with something," America yelled from the other side of the door. England rubbed his temples while opening the door.
"It's going to not gonna , you bloody git! Now, what do you want from me at this hour?" He looked at his clock which read 6:28 P.M.
"Well, me and France have been wondering if "
"If you can join us tonight to the bar," France asked while he was standing behind England for who knows how long .
"How the bloody hell did you get inside my house, Frog?! If I can ask so kindly, why would I want to even join both of you idiots," England ranted as
EnglandxReader::Your Mr. DarcyYour Mr. Darcy
England x Reader
Books: portals to another dimension, creators of a new meaning in life; crisp paper upon crisp paper, each piece is filled with adventurous tales, succulent romances, quizzical mysteries, bone chilling thrillers, astral Sci-Fi's and much, much more. As soon as the first page is opened, the imagination is endless. You are sent to a far off land, losing yourself in the depths of a new beginning, that beginning leading to a well-endowed plot which leads one of two paths: Success or Tragedy.
Our story begins here with an average height British man by the name of Arthur Kirkland and a young lady sitting underneath an oak tree in the mid fall. Her eyes glued to a book of sorts that most would simply ignore, but Arthur Kirkland on the other hand, took much notice not only to the book, but her alluring stature. Her soft hair fell perfectly around her face, her eyes sparkling under luscious lashes, the way s
Request- EnglandxReader- In TimeIn time, my love, in time
I know it's hard to wait
But it will be worth it, love
"You make it so hard to be a gentleman." His thick eyebrows were deeply furrowed as he gazed out the window, his eyes glassy and unfocused. Not really seeing what was beyond his thoughts.
She flipped the page in her book, an apathetic look on her face. "Oh what a sorrowful tale. I do weep for you." her voice dry.
A surge of anger rushed through him and he slammed his fist against the wall.
"When will you cease teasing me?"
A light smirk teased at the corner of her lips.
"In time, my love."
The deep frown marred his otherwise handsome face. Placing a ribbon in her place in her book, she stood and retired to her bedroom.
This wait makes me old
It wears down my soul
And tears apart my heart
"I grow tired of waiting for you. One day I'm going to leave for good." he sipped his tea casually, as if he were discussing a recent political affair.
"No you won't" she now w
EnglandxReader Terrible Things"Daddy! Daddy!"
The man turned around looking at the 7 year old boy running towards him. His (h/c) hair pushed all of his face as he ran. His Emerald eyes glowing with happiness. The boy stopped in front of his father with a massive grin.
"What's the matter Theodore?"
The boy looked up at his father grinning even more. The blonde man sighed before returning the smile and giving a questioning look.
"I met this girl daddy, and I really think I love her, she beautiful and really cool for a girl!"
The boy never stopped smiling for one minute. No matter what ever happened you could never get rid of his smile. The man gave a sad smile before turning to the grave behind him. He ran his hand across the grave gently before clearing his throat to speak.
"Well that good Theodore, but just remember to spend as much time with them as you can."
The younger boy could sense the sorrow in his voice, but it wasn't much of a surprise. It had been 6 years today since she died. The women he knew nothing ab
Some Hearts England x ReaderSome Hearts England x Reader
England grumbled and muttered some obsceneties to himself as he quietly stormed through the forest at night. He came to a stop and sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Why must I be such a bloody git around her?" He sat on one of the tree roots and stared at the ground glumly. [Name] didn't really do anything and yet he yelled at her...again.
Yet despite all that, she would always return to him. He stood up, he came here to look for her after she ran off, not sit around and sulk.
After a few minutes of walking, England found himself face to face with a familiar figure. The figure laughed, "No matter what I do. It seems like I'm always drawn to you England!" [Name] walked over to England and held his hand. England blushed,
"[N-Name], about earlier I-I-" [Name] placed a finger on his lips and frowned. She pulled him out of the forest and into a clearing. [Name] then proceeded to lie on the grass, England did the same.
EnglandXReader (request): Help me Heal
Arthur sighs, as he takes the whisky bottle and pours himself another pint. No matter how much alcohol he will drink, it still won’t numb out the pain. How many years has it been since the War of Independence? No matter how badly he wishes to forget, the pain just gets worse.
He can remember it easily, as if it happened yesterday...
The year was 1783. The clouds in the sky are giving off a dark greyish hue, and were so thick you can cut a large chunk of it. The rain continues heavily, it seems that it won't stop for a while. Arthur stood before his brother, wearing his red coat. Behind him his army of British troops. Alfred stared back at Arthur, his electric blue eyes filled with anger, confidence and determination.
"Hey Britain. All I want is my freedom!" Alfred yells, ready to attack. “I’m no longer a child, nor your little brother. I’ll become independent from you from now on.” It was one
England X Reader: Unsinkable Love CH 3
You woke up to a loud, rapid knock at the door to the first class room in which you and Arthur were staying in. You groaned as you sat up in bed, rubbing your bleary eyes with your hand. Who could possibly want either of you so late at night? You had barely gotten an hour of sleep. Maybe it was Johanna. But why would she have been here and how would she have gotten your room number?
You heard Arthur grumble in annoyance as he climbed out of the bed next to yours and half-stumbled over to the door. You watched, squinting to try and get your vision to focus in the dark before you turned on the lamp placed on your nightstand.
Arthur briefly tried straightening his messy hair with his fingers before he opened the door. You were half-expecting Johanna, but instead of finding her, you found someone that you admitted you weren't expecting. Instead of Johanna, or any other first class passenger, there stood a stewardess with black hair and blue eyes, looking a little nervous and slightly uneas
EnglandxReader - FearlessYou were just walking along in the park, for some reason, you felt like dressing up. Well, not exactly dress up as in put on a tutu and a tiara and call yourself the ballerina princess. But you decided that you were going to go to the park in your best dress, a small [f/c] dress that floated around your knees, short sleeves, and tied with a [c] bow that went just below your bust, with the dress you wore your best [f/c] flats.
The wind gently past you, making your [h/l] [h/c] hair flutter in the breeze. You looked up to the skys, and see that it was a dark grey, you felt a few drops of rain fall on your face followed by a rumble.
Panicking you ran under the nearest tree.
Seconds later, you look to your left and see that someone else had fled to your shelter.
He looked a little sexy. He's blonde hair was slightly damp, and his eyebrows were huge. Under those eyebrows were two beautiful emerald green eyes. He wore a suit also, a suit that you instantly recognised. It was a suit that your
England x Reader: Photograph
"Phew!" You sighed loudly as you placed some boxes down on a bed in your friend's new home. "Thanks for the help love!" Arthur said to you placing a box down by the bed. "No Prob Artie!" You offered to help him out. You two have been best friends . . . since forever.
Arthur: Look at this photograph.
You: Every time I do it makes me laugh.
Arthur: How did our eyes get so red?
You: And what the hell is on Alfred's head.
You remembered the first day you met him. Not only him, but Francis Alfred and Matthew too. You guys have always been by each other. Arthur. . . .has just been there the entire way.
You were wandering though the meadow in a pure white gown and a solid blue cape. You were walking by the top of a hill when you heard a child scream "GET IT OFF! GET IT OFF!" Yelled a small boy running in circles at the bottom of the hill. "HOLD STILL GIT!" Yelled another. "MON DIUE! DON'T COME NEAR ME!" Another yelled. "Guys. Calm down" One said in a qu
Request Smile Punk!EnglandxPunk!Reader¨Damn it,__ sometimes I wonder why I still like you.¨ Arthur said after bailing me out of jail... again. I smiled and hugged him.
¨I dunno... Maybe ´cause I´m irresistable.¨ I grinned and ruffled his dirty blonde hair. He glared at me.
¨That is not the reason!¨ he exclaimed. I laughed.
¨Then tell me, my dear Iggy, why do you love me?¨ I asked. He glared at me again for using the nickname he hates.
¨Because..... you manage to stay with me even though I´m... boring.¨ he sighed. I put my hand on my hips and looked at him with ¨Are you serious?¨ look.
¨Listen, Artie... I stay with you ´cause you manage to put up with my antics... you still care about me. Also because you at least /try/ to keep me out of trouble. And because you´re the reason that I smile...¨ I said. He looked at me with surprise in his emerald green eyes.
¨R-really?¨ he asked. I nodded.
¨You stole my heart since th
When she was just a girl
She expected the world
But it flew away from her reach
So she ran away in her sleep
________ sat alone in her room, crying silently. Her hands clenched her dress tightly, creating wrinkles in the soft mint green fabric. More small salty tears fell from her bloodshot eyes. Being a country was very so...so difficult. ________ never imagined it would be like this. Since ________ was a little girl, she had so many plans as a country, eventually aiming for world peace. But other bigger countries looked down on her and thought her plans were stupid, only because she was a third world country and was very weak. Little did _______ know that one country had always supported her, even if he didn't show it.
'My...my plans aren't stupid. They aren't. I just want everyone to get along. I don't think Boss England would understand either.'
________ decided she would slee
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