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Pirate!England x Reader The Bonds Of TIme...Pt 3
Chapter 3-Who says Frying Pan's aren't useful?
You spin around suddenly, dropping a drinkers mug onto the floor that you were just scrubbing.
"Damn these Europeans." You curse under your breath. Everyone in the bar spun around to the door.
There stood a man with curly brown hair and laughter that echoed through the cabin. Wearing a majestic green coat that fluttered when he walked.
"So Amigo. Care for me to kill you here now?" The man laughed strutting in. You turned to see to who he was talking to.
It was that blonde haired man again! The same one with those sparkling eyes any woman would fall for. However, you just gave a huff as the arrogant Spaniard walked towards him more.
"What do you want Antonio?" Hiccuped the Blond one. His emerald eyes rolling. Clearly he drunk to much rum.
"To do this." Suddenly, Antonio pulled out a pistol sticking it to Britain's head. You gasp.
"Put that gun away now!" You cry. Your hair still tucked under a bandana that made you look oddly l
Pirate!UK x Reader The Bonds of Time...Pt 21
Chapter 21-A Cracked Soul
"_________!" Arthur yelled trying to get to you but Hong Kong and S. Korea with dark shadowed faces stood in front of him. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Japan look away from you. "Out of the way you wankers!"
Your blood froze as you turned to your brother....and watched Yao gaze into your own eyes.
He stared at you trembling himself.
"_________ please come home-aru." He said pleading to you tears welling in his eyes. "I need you home..." He grasped you hands and closed them in tightly. "I made a promise to mother and father...you must understand..."
A uneasy feeling swept through your body as Mexico tried plowing her way to you with London following her.
"You let go you damn traitor!" Mexico shouted angrily.
Pangs of sadness entering your body. But Yao didn't stop speaking to you.
"________...please....I care for you.....I want to welcome you home once more-aru....."
You looked at him.
He was saddened and gloomy as if he was plead
Love and War :: Dark!UK x Reader [Pt 2]
Escape into the Night
The rain flushed against the roof of the high and towering castle. It was drizzling down slowly as the small streams of water ran down the clear glass windows like little jets. Sparking with movement and "life" if so to speak. Although the clouds encircled the dreary and dark sky, the Night was unraveling itself around the spires of the castle. The evening was cold, damp, and gloomy. It was silent, as only the wind whipped the slightest bit on the outskirts. The trees were brushed by its swaying motion and brought around as leaves began to trickle from its branches.
Not only did the outside of the castle felt cold and dreary but the inside as well. The kitchen was left alone in the darkness with its pots and pans laying upside-down on its regular hooks and only an upturned knife, one that was pierced into the cutting board, was left to show. Its handle sticking upward towards the sky and the rain never ending its drizzle and gentle fall.
Or at least, gentle for no
Love and War :: Dark!UK x Reader [Pt 1]
How every fairy tale starts....
Hatred. That was what lived in one man's world that he was practically consumed by hatred. He held it all in; pride, anger, will, and raging animosity. What was to become of his world? He had walked many years and felt only the pain of loss and grief. This man, this sorcerer, this Necromancer, had no room for hope in his heart any more. Only vengeance and growing disgust each day.
Now, dear reader, why would I start with this man in our beloved fairy tale? Why would I show you the inner darkness that consumed him? Because this man is a key role in our tale that is why. But for now, I think I must go deeper into the water to really say what is the truth about this man...
His name was Arthur Kirkland. He was a proud gentleman of England nonetheless who kept his head held high and his pride always with him. For we all know, every man has his pride. But this, this was a type of pride that can only be classified as one whom can be brought down to his own grav
Pirate!UK x ...THe Bonds of Time...Pt 18
Chapter 18-A Shot Heard round the World
I sat there dazed.
My whole body felt cold and lifeless.
No I couldn't let this happen.
Not to her.
Not to the lady with the bright smile on her face. The warm feeling she gave my heart. Her loving and gracious touch.
Antonio didn't DESERVE a girl like her.
Antonio didn't even DESERVE to touch her.
Suddenly the door brushed open as I felt the air touch my face.
"Alright Britain you start moving." A voice laughed sticking his pistol into my back. "Hurry it up I've been waiting for this day ohohohohon~."
It was cold and rich in accent.
"You damn Traitor unhand me!" I shouted as loud as I could. Struggling in my captors hands.
France only laughed that stupid grin on his face.
I could see it behind me.
"Two words Britain." He cried rolling my name on his tongue. "Power and Promise." he suddenly rolled back his head and laughed.
"Shut vup France." Another voice rang in my head.
"Your laughing is
Among the Wooden Paths,
I stride alone in the Empty Forest,
The wind behind my back,
Blowing softly and pushing me forward.
Moments in time suddenly seem to halt,
As I watch from afar,
The bridge that lies before me,
Am I strong enough to lay my hand?
Across its wooden surface?
Can I cross it?
Find the path hidden in the shadows ahead of me?
Can I find Courage in the darkness so bleak?
To find a light that will guide me?
Seconds fade away.
Across the Bridge,
Across the Gap,
Leading to my pride,
Leading to my Courage,
Leading to my Hope,
Leading to my Love...
EnglandxReader Sleeping TroublesEnjoy ^^
You glanced at the glowing clock on your bedside table. You almost groaned at how late it was, but you just couldn't fall asleep.
Things were just stressful at the moment and it was hard to relax nowadays. You were getting ready to be wed, your period decided to show up and everyone seemed to be in just the right mood to make you angry. Your mother was putting so much pressure on you about your wedding and your father was making a fuss about the price. So, yeah, you had a right to be pissed.
You pulled the comforter closer to your body, trying to become warm in the sixty degree room.
Your fiance`e, Arthur walked into the bedroom the two of you shared. "A bit late, love. Eh?" he asked, sitting on the edge of the bed next to you.
You lightly smiled. "You're up," you countered. He chuckled and nodded, taking off his clothes to get into his pajamas. He slipped into bed with you, pulling your body closer to his. You bowed your head and set it on his chest.
"Hmm, but I had work. It'
England x Dying!Reader-The Gates-ONE SHOT A year ago, you married the love of your life. he was your one and only, you're sure of it. His name; Arthur Kirkland. You rememebered when he laid you down on the bed wedding night and called you "Miss _______ Kirkland". You loved him dearly. He was your first love and you were his.
Two months later, you found out you were pregnant. You thought the Brit might be mad but no. Arthur was so excited he called everyone he could to tell them about it. Even Francis. You began to read parenting books and occasionally you would be napping and wake up to your husband whispereing to your belly. It was probably the cutest thing you've ever seen.
You were eight months along now, getting ready to pop, when the worst happened. You miscarriaged. You remember Arthur breaking down right there in the doctor's office. After that, you spent days in the garden, cutting flowers and burning them. Arthur would have to run out and calm you down. It was the lowest point of yo
FROZEN BRAVERY - CHAPTER 117th January 2009
Every creature magical or not would have assumed that Jack Frost was a skilled troublemaker. You would've guessed that he was responsible for the cold gusts of wind that chilled you to the core; for the icy spot on the pavement that makes you trip over yourself; for the five-foot layer of snow that you have to scrape off your walkways, windshields and window panes.
Jack knew very well who he was the master of pranks, and the champion of tricks. But he wouldn't let his ego overinflate. You see, whilst every hero might be in the spotlight, and every king on his throne, Jack never forgot that they had sidekicks and knights people who backed them up.
And so did he.
'Are the targets in sight?' asked Jack, murmuring to his co-conspirator.
His friend leaned over the railing that they were sitting on, smirked as he spotted his victims, and nodded vigorously.
'Then, on the count of three,' smiled Jack. 'One,'
'Wait, wait, wait,' said his accomplice, 'why do you
EnglandxReader- Slightly More Crazy- Chapter 21
The fuss was almost too ridiculous.
There was fuss being made over your hair, there was fuss being made over your clothes, there was fuss being made over your shoes, there was fuss being made over your makeup…
It was really too much. Or, at least, that was your opinion. You were fully aware that this was a big event, huge, really. It was the end of part of your life, and the beginning of the next.
Yup, just your average high school graduation!
Eliza kept fussing that your graduation gown wasn’t ironed, and everything was wrinkly because you kept whining about wanting to sit down. At least Arthur wasn’t there.
When Eliza moved on to her next prey (Piper, poor soul), Yao collapsed into the chair next to you.
“Aiyaah, it feels like the end has come too quickly, aru,” He complained, leaning on you.
“Tell me about it!” You grumbled. “Y’know, I could never picture myself doing things after high school. I
Penpals With A Gentleman: EnglandXReaderCh. 10
“What just happened over there?” Elizaveta asks me.
“Besides Alfred kissing my cheek? He’s probably just messing around.” I reply, getting some punch from the punch bowl.
“Looks like Arthur has competition.” Lili says to me, giggling a bit. I pout a bit and looked at her.
“What do you mean?”
“(Name) HELLO, have you notice the look on Arthur’s face when he looks at you? Or when Alfred kissed you?! He’s into you!” Elizaveta says, throwing her arms in the air.
I roll my eyes and took a sip of the sugary beverage. “Oh come off it. You’re probably mistook it for something else.” I reply. Arthur and I are nothing more than just friends.
“Just wait, (Name). Before the end of our senior year, I have predictions that you and Arthur will be going out.” Elizaveta says. I sigh, and ignore Elizaveta’s predictions. I look over where Arthur and the guys are
I Remember Your Name England X Deceased!ReaderA figure of messed up sunshine blond hair stood at the edge of a cemetery gripping a bouquet of roses. His emerald green eyes were swarming with memories of the past. The air was crisp carrying the scent of a possible snowstorm. It was late fall so all the graves were covered with leaves from the oak and walnut trees that were planted around the perimeter of the area. The leave crinkled under the male's feet as he made his way across the area with a clear destination in his mind.
As he arrived at his destination, a soft sad smile played across Arthur's face. "Hello _____, I decided to stop by before I left for the world meeting. It's taking place in Alfred's land this time. A bit Ironic isn't it." he said placing the roses on the top of the grave. His now empty hand made it's way into his golden locks as he tried to think of something to say. It wasn't that the Englishman was at a lost of word. Quite the opposite in fact he had so much he wanted to say but how. No not just how, why and
Hetalia Would You Rather 1WOULD YOU RATHER
1. A. Train with Germany for a whole day
B. Never eat Italy's pasta
2. A. shout PASTAAA
B. shout VODKAAA
3. A. Be attacked by Swisterland
B. Be attacked by Belarus
4. A. Wake up Greece and be attacked by the cat army
B. Pull Romano's curl and be pelted by tomatoes
5. A. Italy
6. A. become one with France
B. become one with Russia
7. A. Be a country
B. Be a country's cat
8. A. Have Denmark as your brother
B. Have Spain as your brother
9. A. Dye Gilbird Pink
B. Steal Italy's pasta
10. A. Live with Russia
B. Live with Sweden
11. A. Punch Russia
B. Punch Germany
12. A. Steal America's Hamburgers
B. Steal 2p!England's Cupcakes
13. A. Embarrass Italy
B. Embarrass Russia
14. A. Make Italy Cry
B. Have Swisterland shoot at you
15. A. Find Russia and Ame
My Versions of Hetalia
My 10 versions of Hetalia:
1p: Regular universe.
2p: The "evil" Hetalia: (They come from the mirror) If yah wanna know more about that then check the wiki.
3p: The "sweet" Hetalia: Everything is nice and sweet. There's no war or madness. Every thing is made of sugar and candy. Even the people. Everything except the countries, they are flesh and bone but their clothes are sweets. They are all nice. They're candy ,sweets, and people are different where you go. Like if you go to Russia the snow is powdered sugar, but in Denmark for example the snow is Ice cream. (They come from a picture book called The Sweet World)
4p: The "Poor" Hetalia: The world after a nuclear war. Countries made alliences and live together with their family and try to get by. The world is poor but they all still try to make a living, if by whoring them selfs or stealing from others. It doesn't matter as long as they can survive. (They come from any door opened with a special skeleton
There once was a man, who told me,
The World can be seen in many ways,
He guided me out of my doorstep,
To taste the fresh dawn of day,
He said to me,
"Look beyond the shadows,
The Dark Times that are ahead,
Look at the world you live in,
There is nothing not to cherish from living to dead,
Look at the ones, who hold you close,
The promises they have made,
Look at the Warm Hearts that surround you,
The blooming buds and the springs and Ponds to wade,
The kindness of others to blossom,
The trees that stands so tall,
Will you my friend protect them?
Or let the world only fall?
You are a small little seedling,
Only a tiny and living sprout,
But let your true colors blossom,
And Believe without a doubt."
I looked at him in his shining eyes,
His twinkled little grin,
As he said to me,
"Friend keep in mind,
To Love the World you live in."
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