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AmericaxAbused!reader I'll be your hero part 3
'H-How did he find out!?' You started struggling, but your father held you firmly against the wall.
"Who is he?" Your father was so close you could smell the beer on his breath. You closed you eye's, a few tears escaping from your eyes.
"You know his name, isn't that enough?" you asked.
"What is he to you?" You froze, and slowly opened your eyes. Your father's face was inches away from yours.
"I-I don't really know." Your father flung you against another wall, increasing the presser on your wrists.
"Don't give me that shit." He growled. You snapped your wrist forward, hitting your father in the face. You then twisted it out of his grip, giving a better amid hit to his face. You wrenched your other wrist free and delivered a swift kick to his shin. He fell over, groaning. You watched him for a second, and then took off out the door. It was raining, and you where shocked when the icy water hit your back. You didn't think about it too long,
AmericaxAbused!reader I'll be your hero part 1
You stared at the poster taped to the wall. You blinked and leaned forward, your hand's in your pockets.
"Prom next week." You read, standing up. You smirked, and turned around.
"No way I'm going." You said, leaning your head back. That's one of the good things about being a loner; people don't ask you to things like that. You felt a sharp stab of pain shoot up your arm.
"Damn." You mumbled, rubbing it. It was defiantly getting worse. You quickly rolled up your sleeve, and winced. The bruises had gotten darker, and that lump was bigger. You put your sleeve back down and looked towards the oak door that led to the nurse's office.
"Maybe i should " You shook your head. You didn't need the nurse to know you where abused. You started walking towards your English class, excuses running thru your head.
"I need to walk the dog? No." you looked down at the tile floor steadily moving beneath your feet.
"What's a good excuse?" you mumbled stopping at the door. You clasped you han
AmericaxAbused!reader I'll be your hero part 2
You didn't waste any time as you ran home. You where already late, and being much later would result in a much harder beating. You whipped around corners, your (h/c) hair flying out behind you. You reached the front door in 5 minutes flat. You slowly opened it, quietly calling out.
"Hurry up and go to your room, I've got someone over!" You heard the voice of your father ringing out.
"Y-Yes sir!" you replied. You ran past the living room, catching a glimpse of your father sitting on the couch, with a woman. You growled, but didn't stop long enough for your father to notice. You skipped every other step, out of habit. You quickly reached your room, and quietly opened the door, belly flopping onto the bed. You sighed as you sank into the feather mattress, running your hands up and down it. Your room was the only thing in this house that didn't look like shit and you where proud of that. You rolled over, staring at the white ceiling, watching a s
AmericaxAbused!reader I'll be your hero part 5
You tugged on the sleeves of your jacket, the dull throb of pain a consent reminder of how long the pain killers would last.
"You ready?" Alfred wrapped his arm around your shoulders, and you slowly nodded, locking eye's with Arthur. Amelia came out of the bathroom, tugging on the end of her skirt, eyeing it distastefully.
"Do I really have to ware this?" She asked.
"I don't like it either." You replied. You were wearing a short-sleeved shirt, with a jacked, but you would have to take it off, and you were not in the mood to show other people your still healing wounds.
"Let's go." Arthur quickly said, opening the door. You froze, and Alfred gently led you out the door, keeping a small smile. The four of you soon reached the car, and you climbed in the back seat with Alfred, Arthur driving and Amelia in the passenger seat. The ride was short, but the atmosphere was killing you, and when you reached the court house, you quickly got out of the car, taking a deep breath of
AmericaxAbused!reader I'll be your hero part 4
You slowly opened your eyes, and blinked, letting you sight get used to the white room. You went to sit up, and fell back, your body screaming in agony. You bit your lip, waiting for the pain to pass. As soon as it was over, you slowly moved your arm, then the other one. You sighed, and let your eye's wander around the room. You lingered on the pile of gifts at the end of your bed.
"Who would give me those?" you mumbled. You shrugged it off, and looked over to the side of the bed, and blinked. Alfred was sitting on a stool, his head lying on the bed, asleep.
"Alfred, sleeping, never thought I'd see it." You giggled, and smiled. "I'm glad you're my boyfriend, ya know?"
"Yup." Alfred mumbled, slowly opening his eyes. He lifted his head, and grinned. "(Name)!" Alfred jumped up, and kissed you. It was gentle, yet passionate, but it was all you needed.
"You know, I haven't left this room once since they brought you here." Alfred said, lying down on the b
Punk!EnglandxBlind!Reader Dog days are over
Arthur slung his guitar over his shoulder, letting out a yawn as he followed his way too nervous band mates.
He and his band mates, Alfred, Ivan, Francis and Yao, all attended a famous music academy and were one of the top students in the academy.
Arthur played guitar and sang, Alfred and Ivan sang back up, thou Ivan played bass as well, Francis was on keyboard, Yao played drums and they called them self’s ‘Shadow Kings’.
At the end of the year, the academy made all its students compete in a competition, not hosted by them, for their final grade, and they usually won. There was prize money involved, but Arthur wasn’t sure how much, seeing as how he let the others spend it. He sung for the thrill of being up on the stage, the adrenalin rush it gave you, and being able to make people happy with just you voice. Not for the money and fame.
“Are you coming?”
“Obviously, or else I wouldn’t be walking.” Arthur grumbled,
Detective!Englandxreader Part 1
The year was 1890 in London, England, and you were a wanted thief, and a good thief you were. You had never been caught, well unless you count the time when Arthur Kirkland, the world's greatest detective, had found you, but, he let you go. You always found it strange, that someone who was working with the police, and always found great pleasure in capturing criminals, had walked away.
You ran into an alleyway, clutching the glisten diamond you had just stolen from the Mayor.
"She went this way!" you turned your head, and saw the inspector running past your little hiding spot, with the police force following him like baby ducklings. You chuckled.
"Stupid inspector." You mumbled.
"I can't agree more (name)" you whipped your head around, your (h/c) hair trailing out behind you.
"A-Arthur " Arthur chuckled, then jumping down from the dumpster, held out his hand. You glared at him. "How the bloody hell did you get here?" Arthur frowned, and then stuck his hand inside his coat pocket,
"Why don't you just fall over?" You glared at the smirking albino above you.
"If I did I'd land on you." He replied. You felt your face heat up.
"(Name), are you even listing to me?" you craned you head back, and smiled at your sister.
"No?" Your sister glared at you.
"That's because she's too busy looking at the awesome me." Gilbert chimed flinching as you snapped your head back up.
"Left hand green." Kelsey said, shaking her head. You slid you hand over, and looked back up, meeting with a pair of red eyes.
"Really!?!" you shouted.
"Really." Gilbert replied. Kelsey looked at you, then Gilbert and put her hands together.
"You two would make such a cute couple." She said, smiling. You and Gilbert both blushed, you more so than Gilbert.
"Anyway." Kelsey spun the dial again. "Left hand blue." You stretched out your arm, and place your finger tips on the blue circle.
"Now I remember why I hate twister." You mumbled, swaying a little. You caught yourself, and looked up at Gilbert.
Vampire!EnglandxReader Under the same moon part 1
19 years ago, a powerful family of vampires moved to a small village just outside of London, quickly calming power over the villagers. They never asked for anything, but always gave. The villagers never question there motivates, for fear that they would take everything away. But then, Camellia, the head vampire, asked for each girl the age of 18 to not leave there house, so that her son could visit them and choose a bride. The villager’s happily agreed, knowing that if their daughter was chosen, it would lead them to a good life. Now, 18 years later, it’s Arthur’s turn to choose, the second youngest.
“Oh goddess, or god, of time, please please make me one year younger.” You opened one of your eyes, sighing when you felt no change. ‘OK, so now I’m stuck here, just waiting for my impending doom, wonderful.’ You thought, jumping onto the hard bed, cringing. Today was doom’s day. OK not really, but to you it was.
Teacher!AmericaxReader"Sensei!" You call out to the teacher. "I don't understand this at all!" You hold you head in your palm of your hands.
"Maybe it you weren't getting into fights all the time, you might of studied more." The girl sitting next to you stated.
"Shut Up!" You stand up. "You don't know me!" You clench your eyes shut.
"_____! Sit down." The teacher called.
"You don't even listen to me..." You sigh as you look down.
The student teacher Alfred Jones comes up to you, kneeling beside you. "What do you need help with Miss ______?"
"Maybe with her attitude." The girl says.
"I don't understand it at all... I can't exactly find a quiet place to learn anywhere... So I basically need help with it all...." You state attempting to ignore her.
"Alright then, so let's look here in the book.." Alfred points at the book.
"Why do you even try here when your rarely in class? Maybe that's why your parents don't care for you.." The girl next to you grins.
You who can't keep calm any longer crack, grabbing the gi
The Outcast....America x reader
You were the outcast of the school pretty much. And you hated gym class. You were an art student not enjoying sports .ESPECIALLY if it involves running.
And yet here you were in line for gym class. It was a nice day so you had to go outside and play soccer for a whole 90minutes. As usual you stood in the back, knowing and not even bothering anymore about being picked last. You weren't really athletic,and pretty much stayed as defence.
"_____" you look up to see that your friend was on your team too,so you both were defencemen.. You stand there in the scorching sun and today you decide to play a bit,so as the ball comes close to your goal you run for it.
It gets kicked out to the far field so you go for it. "Go _____!" your friend shouts! You feel pretty good,when you see your crush Alfred running for the ball too. You speed up,running full out now,and you manage to get to the ball and kick it out of the way.....
The next thing you know your on the ground,your stomach and head hurt
The Last Night AmericaXDepressed!ReaderYou came to me with scars on your wrist,
You told me this would be the last night feeling like this,
"You little whore!" Your mother screamed as she threw a glass at you, which you narrowly dodged. "Get out!"
Choking back a sob, you snatched your jacket and flew out the door, slamming it harshly behind you. Tears blurred your vision as you ran mindlessly through the street, though it didn't hurt as much as it used to; your heart had been shattered so many times you didn't really feel it anymore.
Slowing your pace, you looked up at the familier, brightly lit house in front of you. A shaky smile plastered to your bruised face, you gently knocked on his door. The door flew open and you came face-to-face with a grinning blond American. "Hey, du-!" But his voice faltered as he looked at you closer.
Bruises and scratch marks tainted your face, one of your eyes swollen shut. "What-What happened to you?"
"Oh, you know......" You let out
America x Pregnant!Reader (A little bit sad.)You started at the pregnancy test in front of you. A little + sign read on the meter. You were pregnant. Your boyfriend would surely kill you for this. He told you that he would leave you if you got pregnant.
Surely this was just a mistake. You didn't want your boyfriend to leave you. You loved him. You loved him a lot. There was the option of abortion but that was pretty much the same as killing an innocent toddler. You could give birth to him/her and then leave her at a door or put him/her for adoption.
You didn't want to do that. The baby has a life too! You quickly ran out of the bathroom of your apartment that you (proudly) owned. You went into the kitchen and quickly grabbed the wall phone. You decided that you would call the person you trusted most other then your boyfriend, America A.K.A Alfred F. Jones.
You dialed his number quickly, trying to hold your tears in. Ring, ring and then the caller picked up. "Alfred the hero here, who is it?" you heard the voice that
America X Reader - Closer
America X Reader Closer
You grunted and stumbled as your loud American classmate slapped you happily on the back, forgetting his strength in his excitement. His loud laugh filled your ears and you couldn't help but laugh along with him once you'd recovered. His goofy smile and optimism were contagious.
"Let's play some badminton, _____! We'll be a totally awesome team!!"
You'd been randomly partnered up with Alfred F. Jones to play badminton as a team during your fifth period gym class. Today was the class competition, meaning the teams would be rotating around the courts to play against each other in a game; the winners would receive a small trophy and gift cards for shops at the mall.
You were inwardly jumping with joy at being partnered up with Alfred and, unbeknownst to you, so was he. The two of you knew each other well enough, sharing a few classes together, but you weren't close enough to be classified as 'friends'. And that was something the two of you desperately
America x Reader (One-Shot)DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THIS PICTURE!
LINK TO PICTURE IS IN THE DESCRIPTION.
You shuffled through your school schedules and groaned. You couldn't believe that Summer ended so quickly! You wanted it to last forever, but of course, school had to stroll along. It was a period before lunch, and you were kinda hungry. And as always, you planned to sit with your great friends; Feliciano, Francis, Elizaveta, and Yekaterina . They rarely had classes with you, but you all promised each other to hang out with them during lunch (even though a certain blonde pervert pisses you off sometimes). You strolled off to Earth Science and took a seat carelessly.
"Hey, what's your name? I'm Alfred."
You flinched as you heard the name. You twirled in your seat to see a fair-skinned American with twinkling blue eyes. You were shocked by how handsome he was and turned away, blushing in many shades of crimson. Stumbling across your words, you replied,
"I-I'm _(name)_. N-nice to meet, uhm, mee
Teacher!AmericaxReader Chapter 2~"I'm glad.." Alfred holds you hand and carries your things in his other. "To my house then, we'll discuss things more when we get there."
"Okay..." You nod thinking to yourself a few blocks away from his house you ask. "Are we really having a ceremony and everything? I mean... After all, I'm under aged...."
"Several young girls get married.. If you want to have a ceremony then it is your choice." He smiles.
"I'll think about it....." You blush looking away as you two approach the house, Alfred then opens the door.
"Ladies first." He says as you walk in and look around the room, he follows inside and sets your bags down. "You may look around if you would like."
"I'm good..." You sit down on the couch as he sits next to you, his arm wrapping around you and glances at the clock.
"Tomorrow shall we just have a you and me day? Do whatever you want to do, to unwind?" He asks you, as you also glance at the clock.
Yawning you reply. "Sounds like fun...."
"Shall we go to bed now? Sin
Papa!America x Young!Reader: Daddy's 'Girlfriend'~Age 15~
(Name) sighed as she was once again up in her room. She hated being in her room all day, but there are days where she just had to be up there. She couldn't help that her father's girlfriend, (least favorite girl name) was a huge bitch. It's not that (name) minded Alfred having a girlfriend, it was just the one he chose happened to be snobby and extremely stuck-up. (L/f g/n) only cares about herself, and to (name), it was obvious. She would always ask for expensive things that she doesn't need and she would act all lovey-dovey when Alfred is around, but when he isn't, she enters bitch mode.
All (name) wanted right now, was for Alfred to notice that (l/f g/n) was just using him for his money, and because she is an attention whore. A MAJOR attention whore. Whenever she is over, she would drag all of Alfred's attention to (name), to herself, and (name) would be forgotten about while (l/f g/n) was there.
(Name) just sighed again, but then lightly smiled when she heard arguing going
AmericaxTired!ReaderWake Up n' Smell the Hamburger
"______! Hey ___________!" America whined, pawing at your sleeve like a puppy. "I wanna hamburgerrr!"
You groaned, rolling over in your sleep to grab your clock. 2:00 A.M. You blinked hard, staring at the numbers and hoping you weren't seeing what you thought you were seeing. The numbers changed, but only to 2:01.
"America..." Your voice was harsh and raspy, like something crawling out of the depths of hell, and honestly, that's how you felt right about now. "What. Do. You. Want."
America, being, as usual, oblivious to the atmosphere, responded cheerfully. "A hamburger! Can I have a hamburger? Pleaase?"
"Why don't you go bother England?" You mumbled, shoving your face in your pillow. "Or better, go bother Germany. He'll love that. Don't hamburgers come from his place to begin with?"
"No way! Hamburgers are AMERICAN!" America replied stoutly. "And your hamburgers are awesome!"
"America, I'm British. I MICROWAVE hamburgers." You groaned, sitting up and staring at him. You brushed you (h/
AmericaxAbused!reader I'll be your hero prologue
You sat on the park bench, staring into space. The soft patter of the rain on the leaves kept you from drifting off and it helped soothed the pain. You watched the events of the past hour run thru your head, each time more vivid than the last. Unable to bare it anymore, you cussed yourself out.
"Why am I so damn stupid!" you shouted, punching a nearby tree, shock waves running up your arm. You quickly pulled it back, and cradled it, the pain slowly easing. You looked down at your arm, your eyes widening. The busies seemed darker in the rain, and a few cut's had started to bleed. You gulped, and hung your head, your arm limply hanging by your side.
"(Name)?" You head shot up.
"A-Alfred." You stuttered, putting your arm's behind your back. But Alfred had already seen them. You looked away, tears pricking your eyes. You felt something drop on your shoulders. You looked back at Alfred, your eyes wide.
"Alfred." It was barley a whisper, but he heard it.
"Keep it." He mumbled, shi
HomesickI am the river's son,
my arteries flowing turquoise
and turning to rapids
rushing around my frame,
filling me with this sense
of buoyancy, minnows
tickling my sternum.
I am the river's son.
My palms caress each
silty shoreline, every
battered bank and bend,
and these places I know
so well become me
as my fingerprint,
even the bridge above me
inflamed by the afternoon
sun-glow, burning rusty and
the steel blue sky.
I am the river's son;
I bring my home along
like hermit crab,
where I step
I pull water from the earth.
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