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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
Spainxreader Halloween special
"Trick or treat!" You griminaced, grabbing a handful of candy.
"Ya." You threw it into the kid's pillow case, and slammed the door. You flopped down on the couch, cursing your mother for taking off with you little brother, leaving you here to hand out candy. You didn't mind Halloween, but you hated handing out candy. You yelled as the door bell rang.
"I'm not home!"
"Yes you are." Came the snood reply.
"No I'm not! T-this is a voice recording." You dropped to a monotone voice. "Leave a message after the beep."
"Open the stupid door!" you sighed and ripped open the door.
"here." You shoved a hand full of candy into the kid's bag. She smirked, and left. You scowled, and watched her walk away, bragging to her friends.
"GAHH!" you jumped back into the house, tripping over a stray shoe.
"sorry." You looked up, and blinked.
"Antonio?" He smiled, and held out his hand. He was warring a little black hat, a red cape and vest, a dark brown long-sleeved shirt; black p
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,
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.
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,
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
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
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
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
Romance Over A Milkshake AmericaXReader(request)"Hey, America." The American blond looked at whoever was tugging on the sleeve of his bomber jacket. It turned out to be you, who looked flustered and nervous, for some reason. "America." You said. "You go on and on about this place called McDonald's." You dropped your gaze to the ground. "Would you mind taking me there?"
America ALWAYS talked about McDonalds during the world meetings, which got you curious. Was it really that good? That was the reason you were asking.
A grin spread across the blonde’s face. "You've finally come around!" He exclaimed cheerfully, grabbing your shoulders. You just stared at him in confusion. What was he so excited about? Still smiling, he swept you off your feet- literally- and ran out the door.
"America!" You shrieked, flailing and squirming in his arms. "Put me down right now!" You were just walking to some restaurant, for god's sake! You didn't need to be carried around like some airheaded damsel in distress.
The blond only chuckled at your rea
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
2P!AmericaxReaderx2P!Canada Broken Part IHow do you know if someone is broken?
There are several signs.
(Name) held her head low and eyes cast at the ground as she sat in the head master's office of the prestigious Hetalia Academy. She had gotten in on a scholarship and she was glad, but if you looked at her, you wouldn't know it. Her face was neutral, if not downtrodden. The stern man sitting there looked over her transcripts to make sure it was all in order. He was silent and seemed stoic, though not un-friendly, the young woman didn't know what to make of this. But she wasn't complaining, it was better than the principal at her old school who was loud, boisterous and rude particularly to her. She never knew why.
They always keep their eyes on the ground.
Their heads down.
"Well this all seems in order." The Headmaster said, "I am quite proud to welcome you to this academy."
"Thank you sir." She said in a grave and quiet voice.
He gave her a small smile and she forcefully returned it. She hated smiling,
America X Reader One-Shot, Valentine's Day"_______? Is ________ here today?"
"Yes Miss." You mumbled, making every effort to look as disinterested as you felt, planting both arms on your desk and resting your chin on your hands.
You hated this cursed occasion, every year round. On Valentine's day every couple in school seemed to be completely induced in love-stricken admiration of each other. It almost seemed like they wanted to rub their affections in the faces of the rest of the world. They would gaze into each other's eyes; give gifts of cards and flowers and chocolate.
What was so romantic about that anyway? Flowers would die in a few days, and an overdose of sweet treats was sure to bring either the dentist or the doctor calling.
"Is Matthew Williams here today?"
Of course Matthew was there. The teacher just ignored him like most other people. It wasn't as if people ( boys in particular) ignored you, you'd had many love confessions over the years . Just not the one you we
P.E Teacher! America X Reader part 2The next day you were limping your way to pe. On your way home from yetserday you fell down and thought might have sprained your ankle.
When you walked into the gym, Mr. Jones ran up to you.
"Hey!! ____!! Youre he-..".. He noticed you were limping and his face immediately filled with worry.
"Whoa, hey, youre limping!!! You okay dude?!"
You smiled sheepishly up at him and nodded. You were in a pretty great deal of pain,but did a decent job hiding it.
"Yes, i-i'm fine!..On my way home from school yesterday I tripped over a rock and fell. I hurt my ankle pretty badly.. B-but yeah i'm fine!!"
He frowned. "You shouldn't be doing pe then bro!! Go sit down!"
You hesitated and bit your lip. It hurt really bad to walk,but you didn't want to get a bad grade...You noticed all of the other kids had arrived and started doing the warm up laps you had to do every day in pe.. You sighed and looked up at him reassuringly.
"Ill be fine." ..And with that, you started running (limping >.>) the laps around
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
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