Thunder and Tea, EnglandxReader You huddled into the far corner of your couch, wrapping the blanket that was already hung around your shoulders even tighter around you. You closed your eyes and listened as rain pelted harshly against the sides of your house. You let out a quiet breath, shivering still despite the blanket around you.
Suddenly a large rumble of thunder shook the entire house, making your eyes fly open and a small squeak of surprise leave your lips. It wasn’t that you were afraid of storms, no that was too predictable for your tastes. It was just that the thunder had been getting closer and closer to the house for the past half hour, and it seemed that the storm had just caught up with you.
The light from the kitchen suddenly clicked off and you heard footsteps approach you. You smiled as you felt a pair of soft lips press themselves to your temple and for a moment you were able to forget about the storm as a warm teacup was pressed into your hands. Looking up, you found the very familiar fa
Make me laugh ::EnglandxReader::“Uuuugh man this bites…” America slumped onto the couch
He quickly jumped off landing on his bum
“Haha! Sorry about that Canada!”
“Eh, it’s okay…” He whispered quietly.
America took the seat next to the Canadian with the same expression plastered on his face since he came in;
Guilty and frustrated.
“Eh…what’s wrong America?” Canada asked the depressed American.
“Uh, well, England seems to be down again today and won’t watch any horror movies with me!” He crosses his arms making fishy lips
“Eh, what do you mean he’s down?” Canada, seemingly got into the subject, bothered on
America turns to him with a sad face,
“I don’t know! When I do something he doesn’t like he doesn’t even yell at me! He just stares off into space with that same frown he’s had since a few days ago!”
He lets out a frustrated sigh before grabbing
~Not Again!~ Drunk!EnglandXReader
There you were, reclining in your living room with an episode of your favorite show and a bag of chips. A typically boring Friday night. You were feeling exhausted from exams, and you decided to spend the night in, rather than going out with your friends. Plus Arthur was in the group, and heaven knows you were done with going out in anticipation of a good time, only to end up babysitting your british friend and making sure neither of you died in the process.
Sure, you loved the guy, but his drinking habits were ridiculous. You've never seen anyone deteriorate into an emotional wreck after one shot like Arthur did. One second he was holding an intelligent conversation, and the next he was starting fights and confessing his apparent undying love for you. You've never mentioned the last part to him.
Well, you weren't going to think about that now. This was the first weekend in months where you weren't being dragged out to some party by Alfred or persuaded into some crazy antic by Gilbert
EnglandxReader ~ Harry Potter Pick-Up Lines...
Arthur watched as you scribbled notes onto your yellow sheet of paper. He sighed dreamily as his eyes trailed down your long locks of (h/c) hair that hid your gorgeous face. Your right leg was crossed over your left one, completely unaware of the Brit who was admiring you from the back of the classroom.
Your teacher's words were just a bunch of blah blah blah's to his ears, because all of his attention right now was focused on you. Arthur has had the biggest crush on you since 4th grade, although you never seemed to have noticed. You guys weren't close friends but you weren't strangers to one another either. You'd occasionally greet him in the morning before class and he'd always greet you back, happy that his crush knows of his existence.
As the young blond quickly realized that he had been staring at your form instead of focusing on the class that was currently going on, he shook the daydreams away from his head and brought his attention back to his own blank sheet of paper. H
EnglandxReader ~ Hunger Games Pick Up Lines...
Unlocking the door to Alfred's room, Arthur took a few seconds to cover his mouth and quietly chuckle to himself. What he was about to do wasn't going to be fair, but it was payback. Payback for what he had done to him a couple of months back.
"So you weren't kidding when you said you were going to get him back?" You whispered to the Brit as you crouched down next to him. He smirked and started opening up random drawers.
"Trust me when I say this is going to be funny to watch."
Two months ago, Alfred had helped Arthur into sweeping you off of your feet by using pick up lines. Harry Potter related pick up lines to be exact. Little did Arthur know that Al had chosen the dirtiest pick up lines instead of the cute and sweet ones, like he had asked for. Yes, it did humiliate Arthur for a small while. But there was a good side to all of this! You two ended up by actually dating each other and your two month anniversary would be coming up in a couple of weeks! So why did Arthur want to get hi
England x Reader - Drunken Confession
If there was one thing you hated the most, it had to be people attempting to contact you when you were trying so desperately to sleep.
What time was it again? Gaze flickering to your nightstand where a digital clock rested, you exhaled a sigh once your eyes skimmed over the bright numbers.
You should be asleep by now, but no – instead, whoever controlled your fate decided to pull a jerk move and force you awake due to your phone going off.
At first, your phone only went off once, signaling that you’d received one text. Normally you ignored things like that, dismissing it as something you could reply to in the morning – however, one text turned into two, and before you knew it, your phone went off at least ten times within the time span of five minutes.
Someone was obviously needing to contact you, and with a groan,
AmericaXSick!Reader - Too Cold
You walked out of your apartment. You were going to the store because you had run out of water. It felt like a typical winter's afternoon, warm even, for the season, of course, so it wasn’t warm enough that you didn’t have to bundle up in a ski jacket. You walked down the street, looking at the ground in front of you. The sun reflected off the snow on the ground, making it sparkle. You thought it looked pretty.
As you walked to the store, the sky started to grow darker as storm clouds moved in.
I'd better hurry, or I'll get caught in the storm, you thought and ducked into the storm.
You quickly located the isle and grabbed two jugs of Poland Springs water. Then you went to stand in the express checkout lane, which was packed. Every line was filled with people.
It seems everyone is getting ready for the blizzard. You thought.
Eventually, you got up to the register and paid for the water. You walked to the automatic sliding doors. When they opened, a strong gust of wind rushe
.:French Perfume:. Pirate!England x Future!Reader
(Pirate!England x Future!Reader)
It's of a bold young smuggler
From Fortune he did sail
He rode the waves from St-Pierre
And never saw the jail
He filled her up with contraband
Perfume, smokes and rum
He hoped the fog was thick enough
To make another run
"Okay, now we'll do like we always do, alright, [Name]?
You nodded at the English Pirate. You helped him lift the anchor, doing your smuggling job the two of you alone. The ship was already filled with rum and it was just the right time; the night time fog was really thick.
You remembered why you were doing all this smuggling in the first place while you silently drifted away from the French island's dock toward America. It all started about a year after your accidental time-travel.....
"What are we gonna do now, Cap'n? I'm bored...." you asked Arthur.
"We'll see if there's a village that needs our help."
"Dammit... It'll take forever..." you com