EnglandXReader Falling For Him Chapter 1The sun slowly set as the people began to disperse. The orange and
purple hues began to take over the sky, signaling night's fast arrivals.
Today had been a hard and unforgettable day that would be remembered.
"England?" The green-eyed man tore his gaze from the newly placed grave,
he looked at the long haired and blue eyed Frenchman. "What?" He asked
him in a cracked voice, fresh tears still in his eyes. "Its time to go,
Mon Amour." He said with sympathy in his eyes. "Y-yeah. W-we can't stay
here f-forever." A broken apart bunny said, she didn't have the strength
to fly from all her crying so she had to sit on England's shoulders.
England looked one last time at the grave, he felt his heart shatter
more than it already was. "Fine." He said as he let his head drop, and
closed his eyes. France than led him away from the grave and out of the
cemetery. England felt the tears he fought so hard to keep down rise,
escaping little by little.
Later that night, as England tried to go to sleep w
“Arthur, could you please tell me where put those damn sunglasses?” [Name] sighed, tired of searching through her huge bag.
“I... I think they're in that pocket, right there, along with the white dress,” the boy next to her replied, tucking a couple of jackets into another of her bags.
“Oh yes, you're right,” she smiled. “Thank you for helping me, by the way!”
“I already told you this was the last thing I wanted to do today, I'm only helping you because I don't want to feel guilty.”
“Hehe, I know” she chuckled.
But you don't know why I didn't want to help you... Arthur thought with a sigh. And knowing me, you never will.
Arthur had loved his roommate since she moved into his house in London. He loved her more than anyone else, but he’d never considered telling her. And now she had to go. She wa
Vampire!RomaniaxReader-Request"Okay...you can do this (your name)." you whispered to yourself, trying to avoid the large dark building in front of you. That 'building' of course, was none other then the famous Hotel Transylvania. Of course you knew humans would never find the place, you had heard of it from a friend that nobody dared to go up there. Not ever into the forest that surrounded it. To you, it was a great opportunity to show everyone you and your friends were NOT crazy, and you weren't a baby. Sighing for the third time, you finally had the guts to walk in.
As you entered, a large woman on a broom raced by, causing you to nearly stumble over. Trying to regain balance, you accidentally landed on something fuzzy, and turned to see what humans would refer to it as a 'werewolf'. Screaming, you tried to race out of the building, but somehow got pulled back and you were suddenly in a dark room.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry!" you tried to shout, but your mouth became muffled by a cold hand. You
AmericaXReader: RevolutionaryYou walked into your printing shop, in your town of New York. The streets were busy and filled with colonists arguing. Some where say that Great Britain was being an ass, and others were being loyal. You were part of the 'rebellion', and you were in charge of all the women who sold themselves for information.
You sat down, and started writing a note to General Washington, when Phillip, a young men from the militia, knocked on the door.
"Hello Miss (y/n), how are you doing on this fine day?" He said tilting his cap, meaning that he had a message from the General.
"Fine fine Phillip, now hand me the 'letter from my papa' and be on your way." You said, like you always do. Phillip did your command and handed you the letter, and went off, probably back to the hidden militia.
You opened the letter, written in invisible ink, and held it by the fire.
'Dear Miss (y/n) (l/n), this is not General Washington, currently he is with this Prussian colonel training my people. I'm Alfred F. Jones, and t
Popular!FrancexShy!Reader Strong Voice-part 5It was the most difficult thing you could possibly do. Ivan was making you choose between him and Francis. Francis held your hand close to his mouth,kissing your knuckles as if you were a queen. His gentle hands made you feel like the most important person in the world. That was what made you embarrassed. "Francis, what am I going to do? If I do what Ivan says, we can never be together again. If I stay with you, them you,me,Gilbert,and Antonio will be in trouble with the school. I don't know what to do." your quiet voice left you and now you were sobbing in a loud voice. Well, loud for you anyway. Francis held you close to his chest, letting you listen to his beating heart. It was strong and steady. You were calmed by his heartbeat. "If you follow what your heart tells you, zhen it will be ze right decision."
You took a deep breath. "Today is the talent show,right?" you asked as an idea struck you. He nodded. "Let's get to the school then. I don't know why but I feel that I have to be
Werewolf!EnglandxReader- Call Me What You May- P12
Werewolf!EnglandxReader- Call Me What You May- P12
You and Arthur left the room that you have been practically living in, for who knows how long. It seems like it was just yesterday when you were attacked by Arthur.... But that didn't matter anymore; what mattered was that you forgave him, and you two could just move on with your lives together.
"I can't believe I'm finally leaving this room..." You whispered to Arthur, as you held his hand in yours, and walked down that hallway.
"You haven't left that room at all?" Arthur asked in surprise.
"No, I was always to weak to leave, an the one time I tried, I passed out from fright and ended back in there..."
Arthur looked at you curiously. "You were scared at the hallways?"
"No! It just, someone was waiting for me when I left...."
You two were both silent walking down the bare hallway. The exit seemed to be waiting for you ahead. The door was pushed opened by Arthur, and held his arm out for you like the gentleman he was.
Rollar Coasters AmericaXScared!Reader"No. No freakin' way." You crossed your arms over your chest, glaring at the blond.
"C'mon, bro!" The American protested, his light blue eyes revealing nothing but enthusiasm. "It'll be fun!"
You snorted. Fun, indeed. Riding on a metal death trap, with a god damn 90 degree drop, and then puking the hamburger you'd eaten wasn't exactly your idea of fun. You liked standing on the firm ground, thank you very much.
"C'mon" The American whined. "Don't be such a pussy, bro!" Says the guy who just about pissed himself in the haunted house. You decided not to make that point, though, because you were sure his hero ego would live it down, and then he would resume his pestering.
Suddenly, the blond flashed a grin. You were confused- until you were suddenly lifted off the ground and thrown over Alfred's shoulder.
"ALFRED F. JONES, I'M GONNA KILL YOU!" You shrieked, pounding on his broad back.
He just laughed, walking toward
CanadaxReader Part 2
I let out a heavy sigh as I pulled my rolling luggage bag behind me. The loud sound of airplanes landing and taking off roared in my ears, making me flinch. Mama and Papa had their own bags to carry, but they were a few steps ahead of me and holding hands. Of course, being in America ((A/N: NOT HATING ON AMERICA HERE. I live there, yo. )) they got a few strange glances and glares from people coming and going out of the airport.
By the way. You know that feeling of butterflies in your stomach when you're nervous about something?
I have the feeling of fucking wasps swarming around and stinging the hell out of my stomach. Also, I could tell that I looked like a mess to anyone that passes by me. My (h/l), (h/c) hair was tangled and wispy around my face. A few remaining tear streaks were still visible on my face from crying earlier in the car. Finally, my (e/c) eyes were drooping from exhaustion. God, this really sucks.
Why? Damn it, why does this have to happen to me? I'm