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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. "NO." Suddenly, the blond flashed a grin. You were confused- until you were suddenly lifted off the ground and thrown over Alfred's shoulder. Oh. Hell. No."ALFRED F. JONES, I'M GONNA KILL YOU!" You shrieked, pounding on his broad back. He just laughed, walking toward
EnglandXReader Falling For Him Chapter 1The sun slowly set as the people began to disperse. The orange andpurple 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 askedhim 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 stayhere f-forever." A broken apart bunny said, she didn't have the strengthto 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 shattermore than it already was. "Fine." He said as he let his head drop, andclosed his eyes. France than led him away from the grave and out of thecemetery. 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
Don't :EnglandxReader:Don'tArthurxReader “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