England's Caretaker (EnglandxReader)You were sitting around in your apartment one afternoon, bored out of your mind. There was absolutely nothing to do, not even any chores to keep you busy! You sighed to yourself as you plopped down on your couch, moving your (hair color) hair out of your face, trying to come up with something to do so you weren’t bored to death. After some thought, you decided to call your old friend Arthur, or otherwise known as the country of England, to see if you could go over to his house for a visit. The both of you had been friends for a little over a year, and you’d developed a small crush on the British gentleman. You sighed for the millionth time and picked up your phone to dial Arthur’s number. Hopefully he didn’t have anything planned today, or you would have nothing to do.England's Caretaker (EnglandxReader) by Dragonrider999
“H-Hello?” A raspy version of Arthur’s voice answered on the other end.
“Hey it’s me, (Your Name). Are you alright? You sound really sick…” you asked wor
England x Reader: A surprise giftEngland x Reader: A surprise gift by crownie2000
He looked around in the crowd of people, trying to find you in the many of them. He was also panting from running so much today as he had been looking for you all day. A tiny box with a red wrapper and a blue ribbon tied around it is in his large hand. There was something in that box and only he knows.
He darted his eyes towards those crowds of people as he then stops at one girl. He realised that it was you. A relieved smile appeared on his face as he then rushed towards you.
You were just looking around at the people around you when you heard footsteps coming towards you. You turned around only to see your British best friend, Arthur, running towards you. Sweats were dripping from his face as a happy smile were attached to his face. You gave a small smile as he then finally caught up to you.
"____, love, I've.. been looking... all over... for you!" He said between pants as he tried to catch his breath from earlier run. You stared at him in wonder what could he mean by that.
England x Reader ~Brown Sugar~~Brown Sugar~England x Reader ~Brown Sugar~ by GydroZMaa
As if the burning cinders in the snug, distant hearth were speaking with their neighbor ashes, the flames kick and cough up crinkled slivers. The air—heavy with the slick salty hint of butter, almonds, and caramelizing sugar—brings back fond memories of days long past and gone…but not forgotten.
Off in the distance, you can hear the families singing in the living area, a collection of muscles pulling at the edge of your lips in an upward crescent. Little instances like these remind you that you are alive and living here in the present. Miniscule moments that would otherwise pass can be caught by the eye before it can blink the seconds away.
In the sanctuary of sounds that is the kitchen, the sweet crystals burn into fumes, blackening along the seams and glittering in hopeful crystals. The once twinkling grains of fine, sweet maple-colored sand have melted into a slur of unrecognizable intangibility. Offering no shape in their forging form, you patiently
England x Reader: To Find Something Once LostYou thought it was a dream at first.England x Reader: To Find Something Once Lost by foreverbeforenight
A man was sitting on your chair in the morning, drinking a cup of tea from your expensive china, staring off into space. However, he did look over at you when you stepped towards the drawer that held the knives, his green eyes stopping you suddenly. He stood, his messy blond hair sticking on the ends and slightly bobbing as he moved, and his pale, pink lips turned into a hopeful…smile (or something like that). He took a step towards you, but you were frozen in place, your heart beating wildly inside your chest.
“I’ve finally found you,” he blurted, and your eyebrows furrowed at his English accent. Well, it sounded English. You didn’t know from where in England—or if it wasn’t New Zealand or something—but the point was that you seldom heard that accent in your suburban neighborhood. And you had never met this man anyway. Why was he looking for you, and why was he in your house? “My name is Arthur