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Old Fashioned Bookshoppe (England x Reader)It's funny, going into a new school, a new classroom. Of course, all eyes are on you, that's to be expected. Any distraction is welcomed. The teacher flashes you an overly cheerful smile, as if trying to assure you that no, this class really isn't mind-numbingly boring and filled with obnoxious teenagers.

But the strangest thing is how, five minutes into your new role as "student," it's possible to tell who's who. The friendly, popular kids all talk amongst themselves in large groups, always working together. Others pair off in twos or threes, staying with their friends and people they're comfortable with. There might be one or two shy girls

Just a cold (England x sick!Reader)"a-a-ACHOO!" with only that, the whole class turned their eyes from the blackboard to you, you quickly covered your face with a handkerchief and looked outside the window, this was the third time you got the attention of your whole class…and it was only the first lesson…agh!
You were told that you could stay at home but NOOOO~ you just had to go with a terrible cold!
AH wait…what was your teacher saying again…you should probably listen
"____!" You looked at your blond teacher, his sky blue eyes were staring at you, he seemed pretty angry…not that you were surprised, he was always angry~
"I'm sorry" you mumbled an

England x Reader- Perfect NightYou murmured a quick thank you to the librarian before grabbing the heavy book and heading out of the library into chilly November evening. You walked down the busy streets of central London and could see that most shops were offering discounts on party products
and fireworks. The reason for this was because tonight was a historical event which was celebrated across the UK which is known as Guy Fawkes or Bonfire night. Excitement coursed through your body a as you were invited to a little get together at the Kirklands."Hm, I wonder what type of party food they are going to serve", you whispered to yourself. You continued to think about the t

EngalndxReaderI was just leaving on of those World Meetings my best friend Alfred F. Jones, or in this place America, invited me to. He brought me here so I would just agree on anything he said. All I did was just read my book with him babbling in the background. I swear everything he said sounded like more fantasy than my book. I was halfway down the hallway when somebody snatched the book out of my hand. Alfred. I turned around to find him flipping through the pages, like he actually cared what was on them. He gave his so-called hero laugh.

"Dude, (Name) why are you reading this, 'The Lord of the Rings' this book is for total nerds." I crossed my arms a

EnglandxReader England knocked on the door and waited patiently, he had meet ___(your name)____ a few days ago whilst he was sitting on a bench at the park neat your own home. The two of you began to converse and, well now he has seemed to have taking a liking to you. Arthur wore his white button up dress shirt under a argyle sweater vest that was green, it was a beautiful dark green, but nothing that could compare to his emerald eyes. His blonde hair ruffled in it's usual matter as he stepped back hearing the door knob turn. When you opened the door he smiled and politely greeted you. You were wearing _(clothing description)__, perhaps a little ways out of his taste but it looked splendid on yourself, you shut the door locking it and turned back smiling sweetly at him.
"I hope you don't mind but I presume you have eaten? If not we could drop by my home and I could make something for you." It was a little past noon, and you had in fact

Apartment Boyfriend! [ England x Reader ] Contains:

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>Intro<
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Looking at the time, Arthur sighed tapping his foot on the ground becoming impatient, he watched the people walking past your apartment, hoping that you would be one of the few to come running up the cement stairs to escape from the cold weather. Looking towards the stairs he catches a lucky glance of your familiar (h_c) his angry expression fades away to one of worry when he see's how red your cheeks are and how your struggling to catch your breath.

Walking towards your door (well, more like running) rummaging through your pocket you opened the door. Your fingers

Catch Me- England/ReaderArthur watched ______ with a glitter of mirth in his eyes, carding his fingers through his tousuled blonde hair. His lover stood several paces away from him, feet firmly planted in the snow. "You need not be afraid," He laughed, extending a hand towards her "It's perfectly safe."
"You're certain?" The Englishman nodded.

He had initially hoped to waste the day beisde the fire, perhaps reading or watching old Christmas films, but a sudden inclination towards a more...romantic pursuit had overtook him. He'd drove himself and his lover through the snow and the vast country estate that he lived on, and now they were standing at the edge of a froz

Missed You Madly- England/ReaderArthur let a small sigh expell from between his bitten lips, sinking further into the yeilding confines of the sofa. Between ink-stained fingers he cradled an ancient book, one from a time he couldn't recall (though he doubted he'd actually want to, in retrospect). He let his pale hands ghost over the yellowed pages and faded words, drinking them in with his darkened eyes and savouring the warm evening light flooding through the window. It was fragrant and sultry, the windows thrown wide open and allowing the perfumed aroma of roses to filter through into the cozy sitting-room. The entire expanse seemed to glow gold and shades of amber, radie

EnglandxReader: My Knight in Shining ArmorEnglandxReader: My Knight in Shining Armor

"__________........___________.........___________"you heard a voice repeat in your ear,you tried to swat the annoying voice away.You groaned as your brother tried again.

"_________! Dudette get up!"he flipped you onto your back as your eyes snapped awake.

"WHAAAAAAAAT!?!?"you loudly groaned rubbing your eyes from the sudden light flashing in your eyes.

"Come on ________ its your last day here,before you go to boring old england"he prodded your side in an annoying fashion,but still you tried to score a few more minutes.

"I know why you want me out bow chika wow wow"you giggled as the american st

EnglandXReader- Birthday SurpriseTomorrow was your 16th birthday, you will have nothing to do tomorrow because your friends are busy after school, even if it was a Friday night. You wanted to gather the courage to ask your crush somewhere but are too shy, even if he is your childhood friend. So you get in your pajamas and sleep..

The next morning you get dressed up and go to school. You get through your first 4 classes and go to lunch. You notice England is over there and walk up to him, with your heart racing you manage to say his name. "A-Arthur!"

He turns around to face you and waves. "Oh Hi ______. I was just going to look for you..Happy Birthday."

"Thanks... Anyway..

EnglandXReader: Lessons In LoveLights flashed. Blue. Purple. Green.

The room wavered as the lights danced on the walls. The music beat against The blonde's ears as he made his way deeper into the sea of people. The people felt like they were closing in, swallowing him in their rhythmic dancing and pulsing auras.

It was a different experience for Arthur, being in the thick of the crowd. When Alfred or Francis even managed to get him into a place like this he usually stuck to the outskirts of the dance floor, he preferred his space out there. Often times he kept to the shadows, standing along the walls. There it was secluded, and quiet (despite the raring music) and he co

EnglandXReader Goodnight Arthur...^^' Enjoy please~

Laughter, angry voices, the clinking of glass, and the smell of ale.

Of course you'd loved coming to the bar when you were younger, when you first could drink. The day you turned eighteen. But now you felt old, though your body looked your real age, mid-twenties, you felt like your grandmum.

"Eh! (Name)! Nice ta' see ya' here again!" the bartender said from behind the counter. You smiled and saluted as a reply. Sitting down at the counter, you looked around. Nothing had changed in years. Same old drunks sitting here every weekend.

"I'll just get a medium draft beer like usual.." you ordered dully.
"Yes ma'a

APH Fanfic: The Longest Night- EnglandxReader"Would you like some more tea, dear?"

"Oh, yes please."

Arthur rose from his armchair, collected your cup, and shuffled tiredly to the kitchen. You placed the sock you were darning in your lap and turned your gaze up to watch him.

Arthur Kirkland was not a large man. His most defining features were his messy blond hair, his bright green eyes, and his preposterously thick eyebrows. Beyond that he was unremarkable, except…there was a quiet strength about him. A certainty of self and purpose that seemed timeless. That was probably why you had fallen in love with him. Or pe

Love Overpowers Taste (England X Reader)"(Name)! (Name)! Wait a moment, love!" The World Meeting just finished and you were walking outside before you heard your British crush calling for you. Immediately, you fixed your (h/c) (long/short) hair to something that looked decent before turning around with a cute smile.
"Hello, Arthur! Oh what's this?" You asked; he had been holding a clear food container full of what looked like black lumps. You were a rather new country of (Country Name) but everyone and I mean EVERYONE warned you of England's less than stellar cooking abilities. (Bluntly: they told you that never to try his food unless you want to be in the hospital.)
The light haired man gave a smile and handed you the package (HAHA HAVE FUN WITH THAT), "It's for you, love! I realized I have not gave you some of my excellent homemade scones. Here, try one!" He took out a scone or what was supposed to be a scone and handed it to you; it was burned black, and was heavy as a rock. You gulped an

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Your POV.

you stepped out into the road, not seeing any cars and believing it was safe. you tried to quickly cross, as you were late for school...

"____, watch out, dude!!"

you turned your head to where the shout had come from. it was your friend, Alfred's, voice, and he sounded pretty urgent. he was behind you on the curb and hadn't crossed for some reason.

"what Alfre--?!"

you were cut off by a loud horn blaring. you turned your head and stopped in shock...

then the world turned black.

your eyes were open, but you couldnt see a thing. shouts could be heard and you could deftly feel something shaking your arm,

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You finally caved. "Alright," you hissed. Your friend, Maddy, cheered and hugged you in the hallway.

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EnglandXReader What Do I Believe?

by ~KatyKat1313, Oct 13, 2012, 8:31:34 PM
Literature / Prose / Fiction / Romance / Teen / Short Stories

England looked like he belonged in a loony bin.

You sat in your chair, not quite sure what to do. You had been reading and drinking tea with England in his library when some of his..."friends" decide to visit. And there he goes, off laughing and playing and talking to the air.

"Ah!" He cries, finally turning to you. "______, this is Flying Mint Bunny!" He gestured with his hand at a spot to his left. You try and focus on where he means, but you honestly can't see the creature.

"Um, England...I'm sorry, but I don't see anything."

His face falls and he looks heartbroken. "But...______, I thought you were different," He mumbles, cradling something in his arms.You look away and bite your lip.

"Wait," he looks at you with big eyes, "Do you think I'm making them up? Do you think I'm...crazy?"

You almost dropped your teacup. "No! No, of course not! It's just that...well, I, ah, I don't think they're for real." Your voice shrank with every word.

England narrowed his eyes. "______, you've read Peter Pan, correct?"

"Yes."

"So you know that whenever you say you don't believe in fairies, a fairy dies?"

This time you did drop your cup. It landed on the table with a crash. You turn in your seat and cover your mouth.

"So you're not adamant," England says, leaning back in his chair. "Don't worry, you didn't specify what you didn't believe in, so you're fine."

"Oh...alright. Good." The Brit stood up.

"I have some books I want you to see." He walked over and plucked out one, two, three, four books from a shelf and puts them in front of you. You pick one up and flip to the front page.

It is all about fairies, with painstakingly drawn diagrams of anatomy and habitats. "Huh...they have dragonfly wings? I didn't know that," You mused. You figured if they were real, they would have butterfly wings like the stereotypical design.

Most were about three inches in height and deathly afraid of adult humans. They didn't usually mind children, but now due to decreasing numbers of children who believe they are real, fairies rarely introduce themselves to kids.

Their appearances were centered around nature. For example, one could have hair that rippled like water and another could have rough skin like tree bark.

The writer of this book was so certain, so sure these beings existed. They acted as if they were as common as a fly, and just as easy to spot. Had you been this blind your whole life? As a country, that was centuries of ignoring a whole slew of creatures.

You found yourself crying. You tried to stop, but the tears kept going.

"______, what's wrong? Oh, love, please don't cry, it's-" He was cut off when you buried your face in his shoulder and continued to sob. His arms went around you awkwardly and he rested his chin in your hair. "It's alright, love, it's okay," He chanted, slowly calming you down.

"I just don't know what to believe," you choked out. England smiled gently.

"You can believe in anything you want to believe, love. Don't be afraid."

And then you saw them.

EnglandXReader What Do I Believe?by ~KatyKat1313

Literature / Prose / Fiction / Romance / Teen / Short Stories

Ugh, I feel like this failed so much.

Reader, Y U NO BELIEVE IN AWESOME FLUFFY THINGS?!

I love this tsundere. Let's all frolick with the fairies together!

I got the idea from a wonderful list of over 400 great writing prompts by

I suggest you check it out, it's titled "435 Writing Prompts".
Edit: Wow, you guys really love Iggy, huh? well, he loves you too

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~xXFantasyChildXx May 24, 2013 New member Hobbyist Digital Artist

I read reading this all like "hmm... yea.. good story.." then at the end i was all like "

*fangirl flail*"

~VOCLAOID-Magnet May 8, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Oh wow. I want to really see them. Like, see them right in front of me and then I could talk and touch them; wishing as well, that other people could see them. I love the story. I always doubt people. I don't trust them that much, but if I am friends with them for a long time, no doubting.