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Pick Up Lines: AmericaXReaderAny day with the Allies was never, under any circumstances, normal, but proof that today was going to be extra weird first showed up this morning.
Around 2:00 a.m., America had burst into your room, yelling that you just HAD to see his "fighter plane of doom". Disgruntled, but well aware that he was going to drag you out of your nice, warm bed to see his plane one way or another, you threw on some clothes and followed the excited American. You had to admit, it was pretty cool up close. "Nice plane, America." You commented, eyebrows raised. "It's a lot cooler than I'd expected. Bigger, too."
America grinned. "Dude, where I come from, everything is big!" Your eyes bulged as you stiffled a laugh.
"Is......Is that so?"
He nodded, grabbing your hand. "Hey, you wanna sit in my cockpit?!"
You stared at him with wide eyes. "Your what?"
"My cockpit!"
No way. There was no way he said TWO incredibly wrong sounding sentances in a room with no unpure intentions! You va

Pick Up Lines: Drunk!FranceXReaderYou'd never been one for bars but your three best friends, Prussia, Spain and France, loved them.
After all, bars had beer, wine, and all the whores a dick could ever want. What's not to love, right?
You snorted, taking a gulp of your whisky, the liquid burning your throat. You silently watched Prussia and Spain attempt to pick up girls, somewhat amused by their cheesy attempts. That amusement quickly evaporated, however, when you felt arms wrap around your waist. " 'Ey, mon amour!"
You groaned, recongizing the voice; out of all three boys, France was definatly the biggest flirt. What's worse, he was drunk at the moment, a fact he made quite obvious by his stupid grin and flushed face. "Iz zere a mirror in your pocket? Because I can see moi in your pants."
Your face burning, you pushed him away and got up; after all, if you'd wanted to be picked up, you would've gone to a freaking strip club.
But it seemed France wasn't ready to give up, because he lunged

Sexual Tension: England x ReaderWARNING: I swear in this. Get over it, the whole world swears all the time. As I once made an Italian say, “Swearing is good for the soul.”

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“Ignorant fool!”

“Prissy aristocrat!”

“Filthy bitch!”

“Black sheep!”

“Anime freak!”

“I take that as a compliment, stuck up bastard!”

“At least I’m civilized, arse!”

“Well, your language begs to differ!”

“Guys, guys, calm down and listen to the hero’s awesome plan!” America interrupted you and England’s bickering.

But both of you turned to him in a rage and

Should I Stay Or Should I Go? Punk!EnglandxReaderWARNING: Punk!Iggy, being sexy as hell, but with quite a potty mouth. Not that you don’t love it, my lovelies. I butt in once, but it’s Prussia’s fault. So don’t judge. And if you don’t like this song, you do not deserve Punk!Iggy, and can just leave. This is classic British Punk, where they took Pop and vomited all over it. Enjoy! ^^

Oh and bear with me here, I’m trying to write a French accent this time.
th->z
h-> ‘ (feedback on this would be great, is it too hard to read?)

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“Bloody frog!” Arthur hollered at the blond fellow that seemed to be diving for treasure in some bimbo’

Jealous!EnglandXReaderXNeko!France"Aww, aren't you just the cutest thing?"
Arthur Kirkland watched you snuggle with the cat, green eyes narrowed. He could see why'd you dubbed it as FranceCat; after all, that cat was a fluff ball, just like Francis's "sexy" hair and, also very much like France, this cat seemed more than happy to cuddle near some.....Intimate areas.
To anyone else, it would have been rather amusing to see the Brit's face turn bright red as glowered at the smug, fluffy cat. Arthur, however, was less than amused. "You really are cute!" You cooed, scratching the cat's ears and ignoring your boyfriend's silent hissy fit. "Why don't you sleep with me tonight?"
Arthur's eye twitched. That was it. This cat could mock him, even hog his girlfriend on a day Arthur planned to spend with you, but to take his place in your bed, the one place he had to look forward to at this point?
That. Bloody. Cat's. Gone. Too. Far.
The cat had to go, Arthur knew that much. He then had an idea. "____?" He ad

Party Stain - England X ReaderParty Stain - England X Reader

Why Arthur had even accepted the invitation to Alfred’s party was beyond him.

The music was deafeningly loud, his head pounded like it was being hit repeatedly by a sledgehammer, and currently he was being crushed between two fairly burly men as he tried to make his way off the dance floor.

He squirmed between them, trying to push them off, only to have them bump back with the beat of the offensively explicit music.

Instantly, he lost his footing and tumbled forward, hitting the floor roughly. He scrambled to get back up, dashing for an escape from the madness.

He wanted to leave. Now. And nothing was

Make me laugh ::EnglandxReader::“Uuuugh man this bites…” America slumped onto the couch

“MAPLE!”

He quickly jumped off landing on his bum

“Haha! Sorry about that Canada!”

“Eh, it’s okay…” He whispered quietly.

America took the seat next to the Canadian with the same expression plastered on his face since he came in;

Guilty and frustrated.

“Eh…what’s wrong America?” Canada asked the depressed American.

“Uh, well, England seems to be down again today and won’t watch any horror movies with me!” He crosses his arms making fishy lips

“Eh, what do you mean

EnglandxReader: The LetterEngland x Reader

The Letter.

'Meet me after school. Backstage. -Secret Admirer'

That was all the note said.

Now, when I had dreamed of getting a letter on Valentine's day, I had imagined it to be filled with kind words and beautiful expressions.

Not vague instructions.

I sighed and shoved the note in my bag then grabbed my books and shut my locker. Well, at least I had the whole day to figure out who had sent it. The thing was, I already had a few ideas.

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FIRST PERIOD: ALGEBRA

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Bad Love Advice- EnglandxReader

((A/N: Damn, I barely made the deadline on this one! DX I need to speed up my writing skills…))

~~~POV Arthur~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Arthur sighed as he watched you have fun with some of your friends. You were perfect in his eyes, with your (h/l)(h/c) hair that looked very soft, your (s/c) complexion which seemed to glow in the sun, and last but not least, your beautiful (e/c) eyes that always sparkled with happiness. Once again he sighed. He wished so badly to ask you out, but he just didn't have the guts to do so. You probably wouldn't like him that way anyway. You'd most likely go after someone like

England x Reader - My Cake!“One slice of strawberry cake please,” you ordered, watching the cashier take the cake out and place it on the counter.

“You’re lucky. That’s the last one,” she smiled at you and held out her hand. You were just about to place the money on her hand, but out of nowhere another hand landed there and left a $5 note, a voice telling her to “Keep the change!”

“Hey!” you called out, reaching for the person’s shoulder and turning him around, only to find out that you knew him.

“(Name),” he stated.

“Arthur,” you said back, just as bluntly.

The two of you ju

EnglandXReader - Valentines Day

Today was a special day.

It was Valentines day, Where all the couples buy gifts to their loved one and be all lovey-dovey to one another like as if there is no tomorrow.

But there was one person who hated it, It was you.

"How come they all get to be with the person they love while I don't?" You said to yourself, Crossing your arms and pouting while sitting at a bench in a nearby park.

You were only here because the person that you like very much is also here. That blonde of a bastard wouldn't notice you no matter what you do! He was just sitting there (You were of course sitting far away from him.) reading a book looking deadlishly handso

England x Waitress!Reader .:: Sweet ____ ::.You were just at your usual job at the Cheesecake Factory waiting tables. Luckily it was just a few more minutes before your shift was over. The last table you'd have to serve was table 14, the table Alfred, Francis, Ivan, and Yao were sitting at. But you didn't see your British boyfriend for some reason. "Where's Arthur?" You set down the plates of food down on the table in front of the people who ordered them.

"Didn't see 'im." Francis replied before grabbing his plate. "The last time I seen him was at the meeting at work." Ivan took a sip of Typhoon Punch. He didn't really like the color because of how girly it looked, but it had vodka in

EnglandxReader Pixies and Tea (request)EnglandxReader

Pixies and Tea
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"Listen Mint Bunny, there has to be a spell I can use to let the others see you." Arthur leaned forward, staring seriously at the small green rabbit.

"You might accidentally kill me, you know your spells go wrong."

"Yes, but maybe--" The British man stopped talking as he saw the rabbit shake it's head.

"I'll pass. It's fine that just you can see me." Mint bunny chirped, Arthur grinned and patted his friends head.

Arthur with the rabbit talked a few minutes longer, He was still a bit disheartened that Mint Bunny was the only one of his friends the o

EnglandXReader A Cup of Tea from You...You came home from your usual busy day. All you wanted to do was go home, relax, and spend some time with Arthur. But by the time you arrived home, your thoughts and feeling became so hopeless and saddening that you felt trapped by your mind. You needed to cry but well it had been quite some time since you had shed tears. It got to the point that you felt your heart became so cold that you forgot how to cry. But the funny thing was that your eyes did get watery and red when you got sad. Yet there were never tears. Tears that you wished could come to your eyes and help you wash away the sadness. Although you didn’t shed tears you still didn’t want Arthur to see you that way. You didn’t want to see his green eyes look at you with worry and sorrow. That would only make things worse.
When you got home you went straight the room you and Arthur shared. There you took of you jacket qui

Sick!EnglandxReader

Sick!EnglandxReader

Alright, this is going to be my third story, first reader insert… bear with me please… I’d love to see some comments about it, spelling and story.
Some info:
-If you see (..) in the story, that means that the author has to say something :P
-If you see a *, then there is more info about it in the description down below ^^
And the rest, like (h/c, h/l)(e/c)(name) speaks for itself, I guess ^^
-I’ll try to do France’s accent right… there is a z when there actually needs to be a th and the h is replaces by an ‘ , because French people can’t pronounce the h…
-Also, I u

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by ~MidnightShadows24, Feb 22, 2013, 12:55:28 PM
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Ah, Sunday. In your opinion, it was the best day of the week.

No meetings, no childish fights with your Allies, no earth shattering migranes. Just silence, the morning newspaper, and a bowl of lucky charms.

Smiling, you took a sip of coffee. Oh yes, Sundays truely were the best day of the week. Nothing but golden silence echoed through the kitchen, and that was just how you liked it. That silence was soon broken, however, when your front door was violently thrown open and England stumbled into the kitchen.

You set down the newspaper and examined the Brit; judging by his flushed face and the way he kept swaying back and forth, you came to the conclusion that he was drunk on his ass. Why anyone would want to drink this early in the morning, you didn't really know; I mean, beer didn't exactly pair well with cereal.

Not that you really cared, of course.

"England, go home, you're drunk." You stated cooly, turning back to your cereal.

He ignored you and stumbled over to your chair, resting a hand on your shoulder to keep his balance. He glanced down at your bowl of lucky charms and suddenly grinned. "____, know what?"

You sighed. "What?"

His drunk grin widened. "I'm magically delicious!" You'd taken a bite of cereal at the time, and the moment those words left his lips you choked on it, eyes bulging. What was this fuckery?!

He planted a sloppy kiss on your neck, his voice lowering to a whisper. "Do yeh wanna eat meh up, luv?"

You blushed, trying to ignore him. Yet you couldn't help but wonder how good British men were in bed.

Not that you cared, of course.

Pick Up Lines: Drunk!EnglandXReaderby ~MidnightShadows24

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~vocaloidcat456 May 2, 2013 New member

LMMFAO!!!!!!

~Sacelene Apr 18, 2013

for making England say that he's magically delicious. I bet Ireland was pissed.

~8ShiroYuki8 Apr 17, 2013 New member

*waits excitedly for Canada's story*

~allfotanime24 Mar 9, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

My boyfriend said the "magically delicious" thing once. I just told him to be quiet; but if England said that to me . . . well . . . that would be a different story... _{_{_{Jesus I am such a pervert}}}

~xxSoldierSiplexx Mar 8, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

"WHAT IS THIS FUCKERY?!" ...lol Oh my God I died of laughter... I say that all the time!!

~Hetaonigirl98 Mar 7, 2013 Hobbyist Artist

IM MAGICALY DELICIOUS
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~SmellyHippy98 Mar 6, 2013

This was cute in a crackish way and I'm definitely looming forward to China's

~shunnyhunney Mar 5, 2013 New member

What would America say???

~shunnyhunney Mar 5, 2013 New member

Hey guys, I'm magically delicious! Who wants to eat me up?!
Fuckery?!?!

~Bluegoldstar12345 Mar 4, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

I swear you used my most favoritist word evvverrr "fuckery"!~~~~
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