Eyes of The Spades King (Chapter 1: Realities)Eyes of The Spades King (Chapter 1: Realities) by redscarletridinghood
"Without slavery, the rebellion could never have existed.
Without slavery, it could not continue."
In all of Spades, only my mother had told me of what it was like to meet the one truly destined for you. She said, her green orbs sparkling wistfully at the memory, that it happens when two eyes meet. And is confirmed when two hands are intertwined. And when the internal clock buried in your chest stops ticking for a mere moment, only to resume its beat so loud and so defined the second after, she said that the rythm of your clock had synced with your One and only. She said it was True Love.
Since then, I couldn't wait for my fated one. I touch my chest, feeling the faint tick-tock of my internal clock and whispering for it to be patient, for I know my True Love will arrive soon. I was nine.
By twelve, I was attrac
Eyes of the Spades King (Prologue)Eyes of the Spades King (Prologue) by redscarletridinghood
The Queen's journal, Volume 1
22:45, First Moon
I am not writing this for the amusement of a reader, nor for any historic reference of Spades, for if I do say so myself, this chronicle is a tantalizingly sweet and devastatingly dramatic piece of soap opera. Nevertheless, I love this story, for it is my own.
It is OUR own.
It is not written to please anyone except me, who decided to take a long walk along memory lane, visiting the rosy places my mind had shut away for years. After 23,360 daily routines without beautiful, sweet, perfectly imperfect Alfred, I had finally felt the seeping of old age crawling inside to take me.
Thus, I decided to put our memories into writing before my mind would wither away completely, along with this heart he had called, "A secret eden hidden behind a cold, snowy exterior." Alfred always had a way of making analog
Don't You Ever Grow Up...Don't You Ever Grow Up... by FeatherWings1638
“Dude, I’m so psyched that you decided to spend the night at my place!” America exclaimed as his sleek black Ferrari F430 sped down the busy streets of New York City. England fought the gigantic urge to roll down the window to escape the overwhelmingly loud music and the jarring bass—it was practically giving him a back massage. But he knew, from personal experience, that the island of Manhattan was nothing like his own; it was built to fit America’s personality perfectly.
“For the love of God, America…stop that infernal music, at least.” America looked over at his trans-Atlantic neighbor and saw that he had practically vanished into the seat; his hands were over his ears and he really looked like he was going to be sick.
“Oh! Oh, crap…” America took his hands off the wheel as he tried to find the radio switch. As his glo
HetaOni - 'Tis the Wind and Nothing MoreHetaOni - 'Tis the Wind and Nothing More by FeatherWings1638
The darkness was absolute.
Never before had England felt this…this weak. All the magic that had coursed through his veins was gone now, leaving him feeling heavier than ever. His magic had been everything that he had, everything he was. He could no longer feel the tie to his magical friends that usually called them to him. He couldn’t call them into the mansion, but he had known they were still out there, waiting for him. Now he couldn’t feel them at all.
The only magic that still lingered in the mansion were the numerous protection spells he had casted upon his fellow nations, and he couldn’t bring himself to remove them for his own sake.
He had taken off his gloves in order to feel his way around—they veiled his sense of touch, and he couldn’t bear to lose that too. It was one of the valuable four he had left.
“Terribly sorry, o
Yandere!England x Reader- FriendAhhh. Halloween my favourite time of year! All the treats! I never get a single trick! People tell me I'm too old but meh. Nobody is ever to old to get free candy! That's what Alfred always says! Soon me and him are going to go trick or treating and were both going to a haunted mansion! I do love haunted places! I looked over to the clock. Half past six... Better go and get changed. I ran upstairs and changed. I decided this year I'm going to be (favourite creepypasta/scary movie character). I quickly got dressed and waited. Two minutes later Alfred knocked on the door. He was dressed (super hero name). 'No surprise there...' I thought.Yandere!England x Reader- Friend by anhetaliansworld
~Skip after trick or treating~
You were a boy
Looking for someone to care
But as I entered your house
Cruel tricks were played, I unaware
Wow! The amount of sweets we got! There were tons! Alfred and I were making our way up to the mansion and all the while me and Alfred were snacking our sweets... As soon as
Dark!EnglandxReader:FunhouseDark!EnglandxReader:Dark!EnglandxReader:Funhouse by Geek-Queen
I dance around this empty house
Tear us down
Throw you out
Screaming down the halls
Spinning all around and now we fall
Running, that was what was happening. You were running, you couldn't process why through all the adrenaline coursing through your brain. All that was in your mind now was red... the colour of blood... fire.
White, the colour of snow...
Blue, sometimes the colour of the night or of the moon... the daylight... the sea... freedom...
Green, life... new... new beginnings... and his eyes...
The black, darkness... That was what currently consumed you now. You were surround by it. Pitch black, and you were falling... or what felt like it. You shut your eyes as you felt yourself collide with the hard ground. Looking up, you found yourself in front of a grand staircase. You sat on the cold, checkered (black and white) tiles. Marble, cream pillars surrounded you. The lig
England X Reader~The Pirate Who Stole Your Heart 1England X Reader~The Pirate Who Stole Your Heart 1 by animaniac102
"___!" You look up to see the slightly plumped Miss Madgey waving at you. She wore a dirndl; her bodice was black along with a white blouse. The blouse was puffy on her shoulders, while her bodice was somewhat tight. The dirndl was down to her ankles and was green (or the apron part was green). She wore a striped, yellow bonnet. She waves her handkerchief to you, "how do you do~?"
You smile, "I'm doing fine, Miss Madgey." Looking down at the eggs in your basket, you say, "my mother told me to sell these at your market. I have a dozen eggs to sell from my chickens."
She smiles, "how is your mother doing? I haven't seen her in quite a while..."
"She's been feeling under the weather lately. With all these rodents around, it stressed her out."
The plump women smiles, "I have an idea! How about for those eggs, I'll give you one of my cats, they help with the rodent infestation.”
You smile, "I would love that! But, are you sure, yo
Living with Captain KirklandPirate!EnglandxModern!ReaderLiving with Captain Kirkland by Geek-Queen
Living with Captain Kirkland
"A vast lads!" The fierce pirate called to his crew, "there be a storm brewing!"
The blonde Captain commanded his ship, ordering around his crew. He didn't want his ship or anyone, especially him, to meet Davy Jones' Locker. Well, they would but not by a storm. The mast creaked, threatening to break. Even the stern was threatening to come apart.
He decided to let the ship ride the wave. After a while the storm died down to nothing. The moon peeked behind the clouds and shone her light brightly, almost too brightly. The moon creeped till it centred the pirate captain. Soon he was blinded by the intensity before blacking out.
After a while he opened his eyes to find himself on hard ground. Cement. He was no longer on his ship, but noticing in a tunnel on a street.
'Where the bloody hell am I?' He asked himself.
The great pirate Captain Arthur Kirkland, lost with no ship and no way to get back. For his crew might
Looking for CP and Hetalia Oc's For My ComicYep like yah heard. I'm looking for good CP and Hetalia OC's to add to my Creepytalia comic.Looking for CP and Hetalia Oc's For My Comic by AllTheLittleWonders
But I already have SOME OC's in mind;
Sketchyology's CP OC Broken Linda
InvaderIka's CP OC SlenderDoll/Nightmare Ally
Lovely-Miu-Chan's CP OC The Twins
mochiandmilktea's CP OC Anarchy
SuicidexKiller's CP OC Chris
Gizmo-The-Apprentice's CP OC Hailey and Merlee
GhostfaceNikol's CP OC Nicole
Frozen-Q's Hetalia OC Malta
( I love this APH OC so much it's just omf-- )
And my CP OC's
Christine / Dream Puppeteer
Lorenzo / Can't Anymo
Could England be Homophobic?This question has been on my mind for sometime now, and I decided to use this time to bring it up. It's not something I consider to be cannon, but more along the lines of a possible theory that could be part of England's character. Granted, I have a lot of theories having to do with Hetalia, but I think this one is probably one of the very few that's so close to walking into deep waters, and could be easily be flanderized, if taken the wrong way.Could England be Homophobic? by ufd
To focus on the subject at hand, what made me decide to write about this was when I was watching the English dubbed version of the Hetalia Beautiful World episode Our Failure, the April Fools special. England is fighting with France, whom he magically changed into a kid. America then asks England why he “looks like he's about to torture Jack Nickleson,” in which England responds “I don't know, why are you dressed like a gay pride parade float?” Watching this, I began thinking and wondering, if England might possi
Why I Hate Drunk England on Independence DayOn Independence Day, I began checking out some Hetalia Independence Day one shots. I had read previous ones before, and knew of the result. I figured, since it had been about a year since the anime Hetalia Independence Day special, I figured that maybe this cliché had FINALLY come to a close. Imagine my disbelief when I discovered that not only has the Independence Drunk England cliché not died, but has grown worse. (no, I'm not talking about England getting drunk from the celebration)Why I Hate Drunk England on Independence Day by ufd
I've made a previous discussion about why I disliked UsUk. Though, I never went to the point of hating the pairing. The reason is because I never felt that the pairing insulted the characters in the slightest. Yes, it's disturbing, but not at all insulting to any degree. Whenever a cliché or pairing gets to the point of becoming insulting to the reader's and/or characters' intelligence, that's when I'll start hating it. I'm kinda like Themysteriousmreater in that sense where I won't start
You'll be in my Heart England X Child!ReaderYou'll be in my Heart England X Child!Reader by sunnyh625
_______ ran as fast as her small skinny legs could take her. Her face was stained with frightened tears, clothes were in tatters, and her hair was clumped together by bits of dried mud. How long had _______ been on the run? Even she couldn't tell you. As a new country, she was constantly being chased by bigger nations. Most of them thought her culture and population strange and they picked on her for that. Had they no mercy? Apparently not. She looked behind her as she kept running, a group of men with pitiful weapons cursed and ran after her. Suddenly, _______ felt herself bump into someone and she fell back. Her eyes traveled up the tall pair of legs, that she'd hit, to a young man staring down at her pitiful state. He had uncontrollable blonde hair, abnormally large eyebrows, and emerald green eyes. _______ backed up a little as the man stared at her with a concerned expression.
"There's the brat!" Someone shouted from behind her. _______ let out a small scream and hid herself behi
Hate Me [ England x Child!Reader ] 01England x Child!ReaderHate Me [ England x Child!Reader ] 01 by MarshaDecamiro
Throwing the things he was carrying in his arms at the front door, Arthur walked towards his living room. Lying down on the couch, his eyes drifted over to a small little fish bowl, inside the fish bowl a small face stared back at him, sadness imitating from the small body, the beginning of a new country, which had been left alone for an entire week.
Picking himself up from the couch, Arthur made his way towards the small bowl. He could see that water had pooling up in the small fish bowl. So (y_n) had been crying while he was gone? Once he'd stood right in front of your fish bowl, you threw your small hood over your head.
Hiding your brilliant (e_c) from him, the sharp stabbing pain of guilt stabbed at his heart. Leaning down to your level, Arthur gazed into the fish bowl; clear streaks of tears were falling from your eyes filling the bowl even more. Wanting to show you kindness, wanting to show you affection the English man had to
Family Matters - Daddy England x Child Reader“Daddy, may I ask you a question?” you inquired of your British father, Arthur, as he had just come home from work. With the time being nine o’clock at night, you were awfully tired but determined to see your father before heading off to bed. Arthur, however, looked dreadfully exhausted as his work day seemed to have taken a toll on him. That being said, no cheery greetings were made between the two of you. As he made his way to the kitchen, Arthur barely seemed to give you a glance.Family Matters - Daddy England x Child Reader by MysticalDreams18
“Sure, what is it dear?” Quickly, you followed him into the other room, seeing as he was actually willing to talk to you tonight.
“Daddy, how much do you make an hour?” A gasp left Arthur’s lips as his mind began to wonder why you felt the need to know. He shook his head to rid himself of sleep, seeing as he could barely see straight.
“Why do you ask such a thing?” he questioned while setting his briefcase
Dad!EnglandxChild!Reader: Daddy, I made scones!Dad!EnglandxChild!Reader: Daddy, I made scones! by Katarinat
“Daddy! Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!” you giggled as you ran to your dad, who was asleep on the sofa. You grabbed the back of the couch and started swinging your stubby legs over, only to misplace your foot and land on your dad…on your back. You started wiggling so you could rest on your stomach, kicking your dad in the process.
“Daddy! Daddy! Daddy! Daddy! Wake up!” You giggled and grinned as you tugged your dad’s messy hair.
Arthur slowly opened his eyes, finding his little sweetheart on his stomach, giggling and full of energy.
“Daddy! You’re awake!”
Arthur smiled, “Yes I am, sweetheart.” Your eyes closed in contentment. You loved it when he called you that. He ruffled up your hair, resulting to more giggles from you. “Now, why are you so frivolous all the sudden?”
“Because,” you giggled. You could never stop giggling. “I wanna make scones!”
Arthur’s eyes lit up. “Really?
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