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EnglandxReader - First Kiss The night was warm in the middle of the Summer in London, the british capital. The lights illuminated the city, bringing out it's beauty; the Big Ben, the London Eye, the Tower of London, the Buckingham Palace... The streets weren't full, the tourists mainly occupied the pubs and such at this time, most of the people out were locals or seemed to be. Across the gardens that stood by the river, a young looking couple walked with their hands tightly linked. In all honesty, they were not that young, personifications, countries, immortal beings was what they really were, but that was not what people recognised them as;

You could see him, even though no one else could. You know what he's been through, but all the credit is given to Britain. He's your hero, but his brother is already self proclaimed. His own mother nations can't see him even after all he's done for them. America will waltz in and suddenly he's proclaimed the hero, only because he became fed up with the Germany, not because he was going to support his mother country. His own brother has tried to take him over, more than once. The fear never left his mind. Russia had owned a part of him at one time, now his brother does. He can't even call it part of him anymore. Another part of him wants to l

Baker! 2p England x Chubby! Reader You woke up to the smell of....cupcake's? Odd you lived alone. Siting up you kicked your legs over the bed and hurried down to the kitchen. And there stood Oliver baking cupcake's. Of course he was. But why in your house and at such a ungodly hour? honestly it was only eight but being you, ya liked to sleep in until 12 or 1 pm. Well when your not going to work and today was your day off. "Oliver" You tiredly mumbled walking over rubbing your eyes. "Poppet! Your finally awake! You have been asleep for awhile you know" "I. uh, it's only eight" "Yes yes far to late for that it's beautiful day" "I...wouldn't

Nikolai paced back and forth, his eyes narrowed as he reread his note. “Will you marry me?” Simple enough and it got the point across, but, would his (name) accept? Shaking his head to rid himself of such thoughts, the blond searched his belt for his favourite dagger. As soon as he touched the leather handle, he felt a wave of calm pass over him. Yes, she would accept. With renewed determination, he stabbed both the note and dagger into (name)’s wall. His blue eyes glinted with a sort of satisfied glow as he nodded to himself and made his way out of the room and towards the backyard. Maybe he could visit his older sister,

Schedule: Extra class: Martial Arts class. Hours: 10:00-11:15 Days: Tuesdays and Fridays. Teacher: Yao Wang. You were reading your schedule as you walked to your next class but found out that the hall that you have to take to get to your classroom was closed down. "Great..." You said, sarcastically and checked the map of the Academy. 'The Martial Arts classroom has two doors. One of them can lead me directly to the hall where it is the Science classroom' You thought and walked a little more to find the Martial Arts classroom door. Opening it without knocking, you were surprised to find that someone was about to kick you on the face. 'A foot

You slowly walked down the stairs on Christmas morning, it not being a favourite holiday of yours, ever since he left.   You weren’t expecting anything this year apart from the loneliness and hollowness he left. You’d aged quite a lot since then. Grey strands of silky hair upon your shoulders and wrinkles bestowed upon your face.   So when you saw muddy footsteps trailing throughout your house, you panicked. Had someone broken in? One of those troubled kids from a few doors down? You knew you weren’t as fit as you used to be, you’d be unable to keep up with them if you had to fight them off.   You crept down the last t

It was currently History. (History teacher’s name) was talking about WWII. Everybody was listening except— “Git!” Arthur crossed his arms, his face burning. “I am not doing that!” Alfred pouted. “Aww, c’mon, dude! It’s not that bad!” (Teacher’s name) stopped talking and looked at the arguing blondes. All of your classmates turned and looked at them too. They seemed to be too busy arguing to notice. “Ahem,” your teacher said. They were still fighting. “Ahem,” your teacher repeated a little louder. Still no change. “JONES! KIRKLAND!” Both

Intro ...Japan. Kiku’s hands shook as he readjusted his grip on the bouquet of flowers, his breath escaping in erratic patterns as he attempted to calm himself down. But what, pray tell, was there anything to calm down about? His normally calm and composed demeanor was slipping as he forced himself to walk up to your doorstep, and at this point, his knuckles were white from holding onto the bouquet so tightly. Honestly, he wouldn’t have been here if it weren’t for Alfred, and Kiku wasn’t sure whether or not that was a good thing. He’d recently heard from the American that you were pretty shy when it came to