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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

Are You Nervous?Are you nervous?
“Hey Gil, I have a game!” You said to the man across the room from you. It had been a week since the ‘Red Light’ incident, and you wanted revenge.
“What type of game Frau?” He asked looking suspicious. You just smiled and sauntered over to him.
“It’s called ‘Are you nervous?’. Basically I’ll try and make you nervous. Every so often I’ll ask if you’re nervous. If you say yes, I win. If you say no, I continue. You up for it?” You asked, now standing in front of him. You knew there was no way the Prussian would back down… After all it was his pride on the line.
“Okay, let’s play!” He said. Upon hearing the words you wanted to hear, you began. You started by rubbing your hands up his arms.
“Are you nervous Gil?”
“No way Mädchen!”
You removed your hands and placed them on his thighs, you slowly rubbed them. “Are you nervous Gilbert?

Nutella England x Reader"What?!" you shouted almost falling out of your kitchen chair. Your best friend Arthur Kirkland had come over for the day to hang out. Everything was going fine until you asked him if he wanted a snack.

"Sorry love, I've never tried it." he said shrugging his shoulders.

"How could you have never tried nutella!?" you flailed your arms for emphasis. Arthur let out an irritated sigh and ran a hand through his blond, messy hair.

"I just haven't. Alfred always tried but always failed. What's so good about it anyway? Isn't it just nuts?"

You nearly fainted. "Just nuts?! It's not just nuts! It a blend of hazel nuts and chocolaty goodness!" You g

Sharpie“How does he not wake up?” You asked the blond next to you. His face was scrunched in a cute way, showing he was trying to concentrate.
“I’m not sure but it’s better for us this way.” He said, finishing off his masterpiece. He stood up straight and smiled at his achievement.
“He’s going to kill you for this Alfred.” You said admiring his work. He looked at you with them sparkling sapphire eyes.
“Get a picture and we’ll make a run for it.” Quickly taking out your phone, you took a couple of pictures. However, you forgot to turn the flash off. “Crap.” Alfred muttered as the British man asleep in front of the two of you began to stir. “Slowly back away!” He whispered loudly, grabbing your hand and pulling you away. Once outside the room the two of you ran as quickly as you could.

A few hours later you were walking around the house when you bumped into Arthur. “Sorry (y/n).” H

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

EnglandxReader .:Sleepless:.“Arthur...?” you said as you opened the door to his room with a slow and loud creak.

You could hear loud thunder noises

“A-Arthur” you said, the light from the lightning flashed light through the window.

He could see your watering eyes.

“What is it,love?” he asked in his usual North London accent, which always seemed to calm your nerves.

The thunder crackled and on cue you whimpered,

“Love, are you scared of the thunder?” Arthur asked half asleep; sitting on his queen sized bed.

“No..it not that.” You said staring in to the dark room, the moonlight that shone through the windo

EnglandxReader: Perfect Eyes

“A-Alfred I need your help,” you said quietly. Alfred and you had been friends for a few years and over that time you had met many of his friends. Most of you got along, but one was different. Arthur Kirkland. He probably had the world’s biggest eyebrows.
However you seemed to get a crush on him.
“What is it _____________?”
“Y-you see I have this crush on someone and I don’t know how to tell him.”
Alfred smiled, “Dude, no need to explain. I knew it would happen sooner or later!”
“Really?” you asked surprised that the usually thick American would have figured out your crus

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

EnglandXReader: Taste Tester“GET THAT AWAY FROM ME!!!!” Alfred yelled from inside Arthur’s home.
“Every man for himself!!!” Francis screamed.
You stood at the porch, wondering if you should even go inside.
So, we all know Arthur was a horrible cook. Still, you and Arthur were great friends.
Because of your strong friendship with him you agreed to be his taste tester today.
Alfred, Francis, and Matthew were already inside enduring such torture.
You took a deep breath tough and knocked on the door.
Arthur answered it and smiled, “____, I’m glad you’re here. These idiots are wrecking my house!”
He pointed to the three

Red Light“Hey Frau, do you want to play a game?” A voice asked, distracting you from your book. You looked over to the red eyes of the Prussian in the chair opposite you.
“Okay.” You agreed placing the book down. Smirking, Gilbert stood up and walked over to you. Once there he knelt down in front of you and looked up.
“Okay, we’re going to play red light. My hand is a fire engine. I’m going to run my hands up your leg. When you get uncomfortable just say ‘red light’.” He explained. You nodded again and looked down at your legs. The skirt you wore came to the middle of your thigh.

Prussia placed his hand at your ankle and slowly worked his way up. Every time touched a different part of your leg it felt like it was on fire. He continued his way up, only looking at you once he got to your knee. He lingered there for a second, before continuing his assault on your leg further.

Once you reached about three-quarters up yo

England x Reader WHAT!?" DID YOU JUST TOUCH MY ASS! "

You glared at the blonde French man. He just touched ..... More like smacked your ass........ Again. " It's rather hard to keep away hononononononon.~ " You glared at him. THAT WAS NO EXCUSE! " Don't touch me. " Alfred ran to you and began to wave his arms frantically. " GUYYYSSSSSSSSSSSSS LISTEN TO MY AWESOME HERO PLANNNNN!!!!!!!"

You crossed you arms and huffed. " I'm not listening until I get my seat moved." Alfred groaned, " FINNNEEEEEEEEEEEEE MS.WHINEY PANTS! You can sit next to Artie. " " WHAT!? NO!!! THAT'S EVEN WO-" " NOPE HAHAHAHAHA!" Alfred heaved you onto his shoulder and carried your chair as well.

Bad Love Advice- EnglandxReader

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

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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

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

AmericaxReader Stolen TreasuresYou were laughing so hard you almost couldn’t run. Finally you collapsed on the floor, looking back. Your eyes widened as you saw Alfred leap into the air, aiming at you.

“Shit!” you screamed between fits of giggles. You managed to stumble out of Alfred’s reach as he landed flat on the ground. Adjusting your grip on your precious cargo, you jumped over the couch, narrowly avoiding Alfred’s grasp, and ran through the house in the opposite direction.

How did you come to be running away from Alfred and laughing madly on a lazy Saturday afternoon? Well, you had stolen his secret stash of hamburgers of course.

You

Tea and Video Games (England X Reader)

"Thanks for inviting me Iggybrows." You said as you walked inside of your best friend England's house. He had called you earlier to invite you for tea and scones.
God you hoped that he hadn't made those scones,last time you tried his cooking you had to get your stomach pumped. England was your best friend but you had to admit that he was a horrible cook, not that you would ever tell him that of course. You would be the last person on Earth to hurt his feelings.
"You're quite welcome." England said as he closed the door behind you. You heard a high pitched screeching noise, you assumed that it was the kettle. "Oh that's the kettle, I will be

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by ~Phoenix-Redfern, Feb 19, 2013, 8:52:53 AM
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How the hell had you managed to get Arthur Kirkland to play twister? Yeah, that kids game where your hands and feet were on different coloured circles and you got into the most awkward positions possible. Speaking of awkward positions, you were both in one now. Arthur and yourself were the last two to fall. Francis was spinning the spinner, and you had a sneaky suspicion that he was just trying to see the most awkward pose he could get the two of you in before the Brit bottled it. "Left hand blue." He commanded you, snapping you out of your daydream. You looked to the best place to put your hand. You were twisted at the moment, your feet on a yellow and green as if you were doing a bridge, and your hands on two reds with one of Arthur's hands in the middle, as if you were doing the yoga pose 'the downwards dog'.

You decided to untwist yourself and go into the bridge shape. You removed your left hand and began turning your body. However when your back was perpendicular to the mat you realised that the blue closest to you would lead you under Arthur's left arm that was by your right hand. “Hurry up ma chérie.” Francis said to you. You tried to glare at the Frenchman but you were unable to properly. You ducked your head under Arthur’s arm and put your hand down. He was facing downwards and your heads were now really close.
“So… How’s life?” You asked trying to break the stare of the Brit above you. His eyes narrowed in suspicion when you spoke to him.
“Angleterre, left foot green.” Francis said. England looked down and blushed. Why was he blushing? Because the easiest green for him would be over both of your legs, placing him completely above you. After a few moments of indecision, he finally picked up his leg and placed it over you.

“Ohonhonhon~, what a position!”
“Hurry up and spin it you frog!”
“Actually, I think I shall go and fetch myself a drink.”
“WHAT?” You and Arthur shouted in unison. Francis just laughed as he left the two of you mid-game. You sighed and looked up at England, who looked back at you intently.
“Is something wrong Arthur?”
“N-no, just waiting for the bloody frog to get back.” He replied. At this moment his beautiful emerald eyes would look anywhere but at you.

A few minutes later your arm and legs felt weak, and Francis still wasn’t back. Being really competitive, you couldn’t let Arthur win. But it hurt. “Ready to give up love?” The Brit above you teased. Deciding that you would give in in a few seconds, you kicked his right leg from under him. He lost his balance, but instead of falling to the left, he basically just fell downwards, taking you with him. After the initial shock of falling, you noticed how Arthur had fallen. You were under him, and he was straddling you. You tried to squirm away from him, but he just chuckled. “You caused this love, now you should deal with the consequences.”

You were never playing Twister with Arthur Kirkland again…