Paper Memories - ProloguePaper Memories - Prologue by FeatherWings1638
Arthur Kirkland ran down a steep, grassy hill with flowers popping up all over it.
Allistor was being mean to him again; he was drunk (and when he’s drunk, he’s rather brash and violent), all but forgetting that Arthur was there.
As he ran, his cape’s hood slipped over his eyes and he tripped, rolling over and over in the grass before he came to a stop on—surprisingly—hard wood, like the porch of a house. “Uh-oh,” Arthur muttered. “I hope I haven’t intruded on anyone’s personal property…” He took off his hood and cautiously looked around.
He was standing at the start of a bridge across a huge gorge. The bridge was made of wood, but it was pretty old-looking wood: it was worn in places and raggedy at some of the edges. The rails were coils of silver wrapped around each other. Grass and weeds with purple flowers grew o
Don't Leave Me - FrUK (Songfic)Don’t leave meDon't Leave Me - FrUK (Songfic) by xlilslayerx
Thousands of crashing drops from the callous evening sky strikes down upon the shoulders of hundreds of fallen bodies, each stained with the desperate red which could never leave the minds of those who remained. The atmosphere was thick with cannon smoke; debris stung the tired depressed eyes of those standing in the suction mud, holding weapons which had brought down the ones laying in their open grave besides their feet. A war of forgotten need has taken away innocence and youth from too many.
On this field of destroyed lives stood two bickering frames who were only one wrong word from holding the guns at each other’s throats, despite being on the same side. But in their blazing eyes of hatred was the unmistakeable glance of bond and trust. For you see, even in their arguments, they were two men in love. Yet neither could admit their dying lust to each other.
One with meadow green like the forgotten spring in the middle of an enchanting forest throug
Civil War of My Heart (FrUK fanfic)In the calming breeze of a summer’s galore, I followed the playful, relaxing atmosphere that surrounded the wondrous lovers. One with golden waves of beauty for locks, his eyes of the purest sky blue I had ever been so luck to witness, and his chiselled nose sculptured like the gods themselves had spent every waking moment just to form his beautiful face. Even the slightly irritating beard on his gently pointed chin made every part of his phizog look smooth and brilliant. The way he was smiling right now, with both love and affection, made my heart race and the ball in my throat swell…Civil War of My Heart (FrUK fanfic) by xlilslayerx
… With jealousy.
For the lanky arm of this perfect man wasn’t wrapped around my waist, but the waist of someone else. This someone, with ruffled blonde hair which would never listen to a brush, eyes of distance lush meadows that were accompanied by inhuman thick eyebrows; he was the one in the arms of my true love.
Honestly, I could cry as I watched them act so happy together, a
Pirate!EnglandXTime Traveler! Reader - Part 18Pirate!EnglandXTime Traveler! Reader - Part 18 by pinkypromise20
"Tsk!" he grunted. "It's Vladimir. Now, stop your struggling! Ugh...!" he groaned as you opened your eyes slowly and you saw Lukas hit back of his neck and fell unconscious.
"L--Lukas!" he grabbed your shoulders to lift you up and untied your hands.
"Are you alright?" he asked while he looked at your trembling body but you've lost your words to say. Lukas came in just in time. He grabbed a blanket and wrapped you and picked you up in bridal style as he went out of his room.
"(Name)! Is she alright?" Lovino asked worry while your body's still trembled
"Yeah." he answered while he stared down at you. "Are you guys done?"
"We've got few scums left." Lovino said.
"Okay." he walked passed by him. "I'm putting her to your bed if you don't mind. When you guys done, watch her until I'm done with them."
"Fine" he said as he picked a pirate up. "Hm? 'Done with them?' What's he going to do to them?" he asked himself as he putted him into hi
Pirate!England x Gifted!Reader ProloguePirate!England x Gifted!Reader Prologue by silversnowflakeXD
The aged, wooden door of the captain’s cabin was harshly flung open, making it screech in protest on its slightly rusty hinges. Bright daylight spilled into the dimly lit cabin, leaving only the silhouette of the person who had shoved open the door. “Captain!”
The ‘captain’ jumped, slightly startled, but he managed to keep his composure. “What is it?” His silky, British accented voice held a tone of annoyance and urgency. His shining, emerald eyes never leaving the delicate map that lay sprawled out over the desk.
“A ship has been spotted on the horizon, captain.”
The captain tore his gaze away from the map, cursing under his breath, and turned to his trusted first mate. He stood up suddenly, “Change course and prepare for battle.” Was all he said.
“Yes Captain!” The ship’s first mate
Dissolution - Pirate!England x reader Chapter 7Dissolution - Pirate!England x reader Chapter 7 by xMumiaix
A voiceless tranquility, that was all you heard. The distinct void had eaten away your weakened conscience until, there was just a numbing and incoherent voice . Your eyes were locked upon your scattered hair that drifted achingly slow to the floor, to remain forgotten among the crevasses that were embedded into the gravel. The rain water, that laid in between the cracks of the ground suffocated your hair, tugging it into the depths of the untamed puddles, gnawing away its vibrancy. You turned, forcing yourself not to look any longer. There was no time for regret, time is too slow for those who wait, yet too long for those who grieve.
The knife was still within your damp palms, firmly pressed against your hand. You hesitantly glanced at it, wondering whether to leave it where you found it, or to take it with you. Your mother always told you not to play with knifes, or anything sharp for that matter.
“Wait! Ah, careful darling, you could poke someone's eye out with tha
GhostPirateEnglandxReader: Ghost Heart Ch.143 p.m. _____’s Residence.GhostPirateEnglandxReader: Ghost Heart Ch.14 by AnonymousBookLover17
“_____~! My sweet princeeeeeesssss~!”
“Arthur,” he hears you say from your bathroom.
“Oh but my dearest—”
“I’m taking a shower for God’s sake!” Then you glare at the closed door. “And you better not be peeking, you bastard!”
“Of course I’m not!” you hear him say. “I just wanted to say that little contraption is making a funny buzzing sound.”
You turn the knob of your shower to a close.
“I want the ultimate cheeseburger!
Break it down!
Cheese, meat, cheese, cheese, meat, and that’s it!”
That ringtone… “Ah! It’s Alfred!” You wrap yourself in your white bathrobe and head out the bathroom. The door you pushed to the right just went through Arthur. He immediately turns around afterwards. You slightly blush though,
Other Blog((I now have a general blog for Iggy that is not just about WW2 so feel free to nip down and ask or just check it out XD http://thatpluckybrit.tumblr.com ))Other Blog by AssassinEngland
Ask EnglandHello there old chaps, it's been quiet a while before I wrote anything. I'm now starting a little journal of the Second World War and it is only fair that I share it with you. So go ahead and ask about my people in the war if you want to look at it from our perspective.Ask England by AssassinEngland
Good luck and God save the King
((Basically I've started a History based ask blog, general info and disclaimers are under the "Message From London" link. Follow this one for the main blog http://thebattleisabouttobegin.tumblr.com
P.S Arthur has said God save the King and not Queen because at the time of WW2 Britain was under King George VI))
APH royal weddingAPH royal wedding by Kaveirya
Disclaimer : Don't own Hetalia, alas.
Genre: Family, Friendship.
Characters: England/Arthur, France/Francis, some people you'll recognize
Rating: How could it be more than K+ (because of England's mouth) in that cute little OS?
Author Notes: What Hetalia fan could watch the royal British Wedding without think to our favorite characters somewhere in the crow? Especially the British Brothers
On this morning of 29 April 2011, in a chamber of Buckingham Palace, Arthur Kirkland, also known as United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, was all but calm.
The room was in a mess which would have made faint the maids of the palace (if Arthur would have let them enter in his room) and despite of the preparation of the event of the year he had prepared since many weeks, England was taken short. Looking at his reflect in the mirror, he didn't seem to be uncomfortable in his black ro
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