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EnglandXReader: Coffee Stains IIIFor the rest of the morning, Feliciano and you spent your time cleaning up the house while Francis managed the rest of today's customers or more like the ones who were brave enough to enter the store after hearing what went down.
You kneel down on the floor, sweeping the shards of broken cups and plates with a hand broom in the right and a dust pan in the left. Feliciano is sweeping too, only with a push broom to pick up large pieces of ruble. He's whistling as he is work and seems to be enjoying himself. The pain in your head from before came back bring with it a slight shiver. Your friend stops for a second to look over at you but you pla

EnglandXReader: Coffee StainsIt was one of those mornings: after a long night of dancing with your fellow friends at the local club, you don't even bother changing your sweat drenched clothes as you crash on the cheap bed your parents gave you when you moved out six months ago. It was a warm summer's night, or in this case seeing as it was two in the morning, a warm summer's morning, you left your window wide open in hopes to let some cool air in the stuff flat you called home. You didn't bother watching the news last night. You probably should have.

It began to rain lightly. You soon woke to rain drops washing your face for your window sat right above the bed. "AH! No,

EnglandXReader: Coffee Stains IIHe was wearing a cotton hoodie, a dark gray color hoodie decorated with spots of rain drops all over. Overall, this man was dressed rather relaxed. He went to take a seat at a table in the corner; what was odd is that he didn't even bother taking his hood down. You too noticed the man. It was hard to tell what kind of face he had under there but it seemed like he was looking for someone. You didn't bother engaging him, the adorable Italian got to him before you did. Instead, you rolled your eyes as you took the dirty cups to the backroom for cleaning. Francis was there too, grabbing some coffee beans from storage. As you pass him, you make t

Talk Too Much: Waiter!EnglandXReaderYou shouldn't have gone with him, you really shouldn't have. You and France had recently gotten into an argument. France had been bad touching you again. To make it up to you, he was taking you out to dinner, his treat, to fancy French Restaurant. How could you deny the French cuisine, especially when someone else was picking up the tab? You couldn't deny you were hungry either. After a grueling meeting, without even England to keep your stresses off your mind, you wanted food and sleep. For some reason the British nation hadn't shown up. You were worried. Naturally, France wasn't.

So you sat at the table, waiting with Francis for the waiter

England X Reader: The Dress

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"_____! Come back here this instance!" England yelled while _____ chasing around the house.

_____ turned to him and stuck her tongue out like a little child.

"No! You can't make me Iggy!" _____ yelled and ran faster.

"_____!" he was now angry by the fact that _____ was so stubborn and also that she called him Iggy. He sped up his pace and finally caught _____pinning her to the floor.

"That hurt!" she yelled.

"I don't care! Just wear this already!" Arthur shoved a (f/c) dress to _____'s face.

"I fon't fwant t

EnglandxReader:: TimeTime

Do you understand that feeling- that sudden sadness that takes over you when all you need to reach your destination is simple time? You're crying and dyeing inside your soul but all that is left is that you accept the truth- the fact that reality has overtaken and the dream is collapsing. Yes, you're hanging on the edge, you are praying and yet there is nobody to answer. Because, understand, though all you need is time, the clock is ticking and the alarm has been set off.

~~~

[Name] has been having these dreams for a while now. They are always the same, never changing cycle in her mind- yet they differ in the fact that sometimes they

Daddy Dearest Chapter Four: EnglandXReader

"You're late."

"Sorry," Arthur said nervously, "I — I didn't know the time had been changed."

"That is not the Court's fault," Michelle's legal representative sneered, "We had called you this morning. Take your seat."

Arthur dropped his gaze to the table, waiting for him. His footsteps echoed loudly as he walked across the stone floor. When he sat gingerly on the edge of the chair, he felt desperately alone because I wasn't there. He couldn't fight his own battles without his attorney! I had advised leaving the boys with a neighbor, deeming it unnecessary to have the boys at the pre-trial. Feeling rather sick, he looked up at the peop

Pirate!EnglandxReader Beg for Me Ch9please read the description!
comments are appreciated!

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Your body felt limp, you crying into Arthur’s arms as he petted your hair and whispered sweet nothings into your ear. After a few minutes, you finally calmed down and Arthur rolled onto the balls of his feet to cup your face with his hands.
“Love, I am very sorry I acted the way I did. I really don’t know what came of me,” he spoke softly.
You averted your eyes away from his as he stared at you intently. Your eyes were red from crying and all you wanted to do now was stare at the floor. Instead, they landed on your broken violin, the one your father gave you, the only tangible thing that you cherished in your life. But that is now gone. Arthur noticed you staring at the violin in sadness as he glanced at it as well. His emerald eyes went back to yours and he said, “(name), please look at me.”
You were slightly jolted out of your thoughts and switched your eyes onto his. Y

EnglandXReader: Coffee Stains VKNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

Who knows what time it is anymore. In-between pleasant dreams, you remained on the couch literally since Arthur left. You snuggled in that hoodie all this time, even putting the hood up over your head. You left like a child wearing adult clothes: the sleeves were a tad too long, there was space in the torso to get lost and overall it was long enough to wear as a short dress. Still, how did he know to do this to you? And why was he curled up next to you? In reality, you two were just strangers to one another so why?

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

Whoever was at the door, they were persistent on making their presence known. You still fe

Pirate!EnglandxReader: Beg for Me Ch3You realize it got very silent. You could hear the waves lightly crashing against the docks. You also realize that Arthur walked behind you, with your back facing him. You started to tense up, your arms slightly shaking beside you. ‘What is he planning to do now?’ you thought. Soon enough, the thought that should have been obvious before now hits you like a ton of bricks. You remembered his words and kept repeating them in your head: If you win… If you win.... if you win…That can only mean one thing and one thing only.
You were going to have to fight your way out of this.
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Your hand slowly moves to your belt where your sword is. You have never fought a pirate before and you were a bit afraid of what was going to happen. You know that pirates play dirty when it comes to sword fighting. The silence was seriously killing you, since your mind was eager to see his next move.
All of a

Pirate!EnglandxReader: Beg for Me Ch2By the time you and Gilbert arrived in town, it was already in chaos. Someone must have seen the ship before you guys did. People were scattered everywhere, running in the opposite direction of you and Gilbert. You had to shove your way through the avalanche of people. You suddenly felt your arm being pulled which sent your body flying towards an alleyway. Your feet stumbled but you were able to regain your balance. “It is impossible to get through these people,” hissed Gilbert, still holding onto your arm. You soon realized something. “We came here to warn everyone,” you say, “but since everyone already found out pirates are coming, shouldn’t we have gone back to the house?” “What?” Gilbert said. It was hard to even hear yourself think with all of the racket that was going on. Every time you spoke, your words would get drained out with blood-curdling screams, whinnying horses, and the thumping of feet from the townsfolk. T

EnglandxReader drabble: Tea for TwoYou rang your boyfriend's doorbell with shaking fingers, anxiously shifting your weight from one foot to the other. He had invited you over to his house for a spot of tea, which was quite rare of him. You had been completely caught unaware. However, you thought that it was nice for him to call you for once and invite you over.

Arthur opened the door, and upon seeing you, he raised one corner of his mouth. "Hello," he greeted you formally; as could be expected from him.

"H-Hey," you smiled shyly, ducking your head a little to the side. "T-thanks for the invitation," you managed to speak, your throat unnaturally dry. For whatever reason, it w

EnglandxReader~Finding Face~Ch 1Finding Face~Ch 1~

"Stop, thief!" a soldier yelled as you ran past the commoners knocking baskets and people out of the way as you struggled to maintain your distance.

Like hell, I'll stop! you screamed inside your head.

You were trying to make it to the end of the marketplace. That's where you would lose them because the alleys were so tight and the branches so numerous that the soldiers were sure to be confounded.

Sure enough, you slipped past a booth and turned a sharp corner pressing yourself against some boxes. You began to snicker once you saw the soldiers continue running down the alley. With your getaway as smooth as you had expec

EnglandxFairy!Reader- Till There Was You (Part 3)

You sat on the handle of Arthur's teapot, dangling your legs back and forth as you ate a section of raspberry while you enjoyed the warmth the teapot was giving off. Despite it being the middle of August, the weather now ceased to live up to its reputation of sunshine and heat. The rain outside persisted that it was going to continue to make the countryside wet and cold. You were sad that your time outside with Arthur had been cut short but you were just as happy eating with him now that he was dried off from the walk home. He now wore a cream colored cardigan over a plain black tee shirt and his blue plaid pajama pants from the day you first

Pirate!EnglandxReader: Beg for Me Ch 1( name ).
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(naaaaaaammmmeeeee)!!!
You were too busy to realize that your brother, Gilbert Beilschmidt, was trying to get your attention. You have been so preoccupied with the music you were playing on your violin, so you didn’t realize he had called your name.
“What do you want Gil? This is the second god damn time you interrupted me!” you snarl.
You see Gilbert step into the dusty room you were in, the light from the open window nearby reflecting off of his ruby red eyes.
“Come on (name), you have been cramped in this room all day! Come outside with me so we can fight!”
It isn’t really every day someone’s sibling asks for a fight. However, ever since you were about ten years old, you had always beaten Gilbert at sword fighting. Your father had taught you both how to fight with swords, but you seemed to pick it up quicker than Gilbert. Ever since your first fi

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"It's a bit small, but I call it home." You invite Arthur in once the key was removed from the lock. He enters in, taking note that your flat is indeed tiny. He laughs lightly, "It is small." Ignoring that comment, you kick off your wet and dirty shoes, leaving by the front door. "I'll go get you a towel and something for that knee." Your voice trails off as you disappear into the tiny hallway leading to your bathroom.

Thankfully this last weekend you cleaned house, well unless you don't count your bedroom. Even as a child, you always found that place to look like a bomb went off in there.

Upon entering the bathroom, you don't hear any floor boards squeaking. You shout from the bathroom, "Make yourself at home."

"Alright."

Now the sounds of footsteps were heard. He was probably heading to the tiny living room judging by the direction of the sound. You quickly collect the things you promised to bring out: a towel and the mini first aid kit. Since you were in the bathroom, you notice that you were still wearing your hat. "Might as well." At least now you have better equipment to fix your hair. Your hands work fast, combing and brushing your locks out as fast as you can.

"Do you live here alone?"

You poke your head out of the bathroom door. "What was that?"

"I said, do you live here alone?"

Shouting back, you reply, "Yeah I do." You don't sound too disappointed in your answer but you start to think if that makes you seem weird.  "Calm down girl," You reassure yourself, continuing to brush your hair out, "You'll patch him up, clean his hoodie and he'll be on his way."

Content on your looks, you grab the towels and other supplies and headed off to the living room. You spot Arthur gazing at your small collection of DVDs lined up next to the TV. "Sorry for the wait. " You sigh on positive notes. "I can go ahead and wash your hoodie real quick if you want." You go and toss him a towel, watching him catch it in mid-air. The rest of the supplies were placed on the cozy couch your parents gave you.

"So that's what you look like without the hat?" Now that Arthur was able to the "real you", he seemed oddly surprised. Of course he wouldn't come straight out and say what was on his mind and instead said, "It's a pity that asshole makes you wear it." Even though his words seemed a bit cold and harsh, you knew there was a complement in there. You didn't have the heart to tell him you wore the hat on your own account. That's when you just smiled and mumbled, "Well, it's no big deal."

He smirked a bit and started to peel off the jacket. However, right as he grabbed the bottom end of the hoodie, he stopped. The look on his face clearly read annoyed. "Do you mind?"

Even though there was nothing to be embarrassed about, your cheeks glow a slight pink as you turn on your heels. Quickly you blurt out, "Alright, sorry." While agreeing not to look, well, you couldn't help yourself. You throw a quick glance over your shoulder, as the hood came up, so did his shirt underneath. Arthur must have anticipated this to happen.  Who knew under those clothes was a nice kept bod? You continue to stare for a bit longer, it's not every day you get your eye candy. Once the hood came off his head, you quickly turn your head back around as to not get caught peeping.

"Here." He said, tossing the hood at you. You were not quick enough to catch it so the clothing just slammed against your face when you turned back around. Your face is masked with the look of a sarcastic enjoyment. "I'll be right back."

He stops you before you disappear again. "Wait! I don't believe I caught your name."

To think he came all the way here to your place, agreed to offer your help, saved your life, and use your washer and he didn't even know your name. "It's ___." You didn't look at him as you said your name. Arthur probably didn't remember your name the first time since it happened during that little tussle. You quickly head off to washer and dryer located in the bathroom. The enjoyment of having someone new over at your place filled your heart. Up until now, the only person you had to look out for was yourself so being able to help someone else was a nice change of pace.

"Don't you get lonely living by yourself?"

Arthur's voice rang throughout the small flat. Great, just the question you wanted him to ask. You sigh to yourself as the washer started to hum. "Well…"

Before you could even get the second word out, something caused you to go into a coughing fit. "No no no! I can't be sick." You keep telling yourself but you continue on coughing up a lung. "Is everything alright in there?" He shouts. The floor boards started to creak. "Yeah," you shout back, exiting the bathroom. "It's nothing really." This sickly cough continued even after leaving the bathroom. Your hands shoot up to your mouth, trying to muffle the sound but the fit would not stop. "Are you sure you're alright?" The blond asked, noticing that you are bee-lining it to the kitchen.

"Yeah," You lie, getting a glass of water, "It's just dust." You worked quickly to find that cold medicine you bought some time ago. The package was one of those duo medicines; half were for the daytime and the other half were for nighttime. You didn't take a second to actually look to see what was the difference between the two kinds of medicine; all you want was relief. Two pills are popped along with a chase of water and the coughing stopped. "See? I'm fine." You tell him with a smile on your face.

The floor boards creak and squeak as you head over to Arthur now ready to play nurse. "Go ahead and take a seat," you say as you open up the mini kit. In the time span of about five minutes, you were successful in cleaning and covering the cut. However, it didn't mean he wasn't fully cooperative. It still hurt and he made sure you knew.

"Ow! Goddamn it woman, be gentle."
"I'm sorry but I can't help it."
"Bloody hell what are AH! You using?! Acid?!"
"Just shut up and let me do this."
"Oh lord does this hurt AHHH!"
"Hang on, it's almost over."

A few bloody cotton balls and a bandage later, Arthur was all set and finished. You start to put everything away back into the kit as he looks away from you. You two did bicker a lot, maybe he just felt guilty or something. Again, time for another trip to the bathroom. Right before you left, you hear him say, slightly muddle, "Thanks for your help." Your warm smile appeared as you say, "You're welcome." You speak a bit louder as you vanish into the hallway. "I'll put your hood in the dryer and…" Your voice got lost in your throat. It was going to end by saying "You'll be on your way." But you didn't want him to leave, at least not yet. This Arthur fellow may seem cold but somehow you enjoy having his presence around. Instead, you just finish the sentence with "And yeah." Okay, that could have come out better.

The wet yet clean hood was tossed into the dyer and now the hum of that machine filled the bathroom. The first aid kit was placed back under the sink's cabinet. Once you sat down on the ground, the feeling of sleepiness hit you like a ton of bricks. Part of you knew that it would be rude to fall asleep when there was a guest here but the other half was yearning for sleep since you came down with a cold. "Wait…did I take the nighttime one by mistake?" You mind became fuzzy and at this point, you didn't care where you fell into sleep. With your back propped again the wall, you lean to your side, your head resting on the side of the cabinet door. Once your eyes were shut, it was lights out.

A slight groan escaped your lips. Your brain was telling you to wake up but the couch was too comfortable to leave.

Hang on…

"Where…am I?" The whole apartment was dark, who knows how late it was. You remember falling asleep on the bathroom floor but how did you end up on the couch? You don't remember having any record of sleep walking. Everything was in a haze right now but the one thing you knew, you were comfortable and warm. You didn't have a blanket on you but that cozy feeling was probably coming from the hoodie you were wear.

Wait a second…

Even in the silence of the living room, the light hum of a cellphone seemed very loud. You don't bother moving since you didn't care to answer the phone. Your eyes got heavy again and was about to fall back asleep but then something shocked you wake for a moment or two.

The warm arm wrapped around your waist moved leaving it exposed to the air. You didn't want to utter a peep; what in the world was going on? Was someone in the flat with you? The phone kept buzzing and buzzing as your level of fear grew.

"Hello?"

The lethargic voice called out, answering the phone.

"Yeah? Yeah I know."

You remain still, as if you were still asleep. The more you listened though, the more you realized who it was.

"I'm fine. Don't worry about me."

Thank goodness the lights were low. The rosy cheeks of your started to burn into a deeper shade of crimson. Your mind races as you try to understand what was going on and how this happened.

"It's what? You're kidding me? That late? Alright, I'll be back soon."

The phone was hung up and everything went quiet. Arthur sighed lightly, whispering to himself, "Guess I better leave."

The couch's weight shifted as he got up from behind you, being careful to not to wake you. Now you were no long supplied with his heat and started to feel the cool and lonely air on your back. There was just enough light to make out his silhouette, taking a moment to stretch and yawn in a hush tone. He turns to you, looking down at what he thought was your sleeping body. Your eyes quickly shut tight, pretending to still be unconscious.

The light and gentle pressure of a hand on your head petted you as you hear, "I'll let you keep the jacket for now."  The floor boards creaked as you could hear his footsteps head off into the distance. There was a slight moment of lull noise, you had no idea what he was doing but he paused for something. The steps started up again. The sound of the front door came next once the steps stopped. But you didn't hear the door closed right away. Then, the door shut as quietly as it could be. You were about to investigate what just happened but since you had your eyes closed, you feel back into sleep.