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Loyalties: Part 1~    "Let go of me you jerk!" A young boy shouts as a larger, gruff man lifts him off his feet and over his shoulder carelessly. Growling in irritation as the blue eyed boy struggles in his grip and beats on his back. "I said you let go of me right now...y-you bastard!"    The rugged man snorts at the odd tone in the child's words, very much out of place. He didn't understand the purpose of taking the obnoxious child, only that the boss wanted him captured. He drags him off of the Englishman's ship and onto his own, the boy flailing and fighting the whole way.    The blond boy looks on in fear as he is taken farther and

Mr. Mom EnglandXReader *WARNING: SUGGESTIVE AND/OR SENSUAL THEMES IN SOME PLACES. NOTHING GRAPHIC, BUT STILL. ************************************************************************************* *Late one night* Arthur slammed the car door shut and stomped towards the front door, muttering a foul string of curses under his breath. Unlocking the door, he stepped inside to be met by his twin boys, Alfred and Matthew, and his daughter Michelle. “Dad’s home!” “Papa!” “Daddy!” They all ran up to him, tugging at his trousers. He managed a tired chuckle as he rubbed his sons’ heads and patted hi

~3rd Person P.O.V.~ Hey, Britain! All I want is my freedom! Arthur's eyes flashed open and he bolted upright in his bed. Why had he dreamed of that? America was gone, and he was never coming back. It was time to move on... His thoughts were interrupted by a soft knock on his door. "Hey dad?" It was (country name). "Are you okay? You started screaming again." Arthur sighed. He felt guilty. He had never told (human name) that she had siblings. As far as she knew, she was the only country he had governed, other than his own. "(Name), come here. I have something very important to tell you." ~Arthur's P.O.V.~ (Name) did as she was told. She'

.:England:. "I feel like I'm forgetting something, poppet..." England murmured from the crook of your neck as he hugged the blushing you from behind. He sighed, tickling the nerves on your skin and you blushed even more. "How could I even begin to remember anything when you keep on distracting me, hm, England?" you murmured back to him, pouting cutely at his reflection. Currently, you were trying to prepare yourself for the day in the bathroom, but England wouldn't even leave you alone for a second. "Well, can you just try to remember for me, love?" he nudged you, caressing your backside before letting you go. You watched from the reflection

 -Readers P.O.V- "Come to France~" The man beckoned you. "No, come to me. England." The other said. I stared at both the men, not sure as to which one to pick. I looked at the long haired one known as 'France', sure he looked very nice but you had a bad feeling about him. Then I looked at the man with the bushy eyebrows, his smile was sincere and soft. "Engwand." I said pointing to him, and then walking over to him. "What?! You chose him?!" The long haired man said, sounding quite upset. "I'm glad you chose me (Country name)." England said with a smile. England picks me up and walks through a big field, leading up to a giant house,

Why does everyone leave me? England thought. My brothers hate me, America left me. I need something exiting in my life.  He thought as he walked down the street under his umbrella and the rain poured on. Little did he know of the little nation that was just up the street sobbing alone in the rain. You stood shivering from the rain under the awning of a store trying to stay dry, but you still got soaked. Where am I? You thought, I open my eyes and I was in that ally in the rain. You started to cry when you realized how alone you were. Just then a loud clap of thunder made you jump and run out from the little bit of cover you had. Scared, alone

“Imagine what people would say if a good girl like you wound up with an evil pirate captain like me.” Warning: 'Lime' content and some 'Dark' Spain, beware.~ “Oh look, there she goes.” “That’s her?” “It is! She’s a legend.” “She looks happy today.” “I want to be just like her someday, Mama~!” “Is that…-” You continued walking down the cobblestone street. As usual, people were whispering about you from the sides. “-That’s Whitebeard’s daughter.” You were known all around the largely-populated island—all

Hetaliaxreader The new island Part 1 "(Name) do you want to play in the beach?" Your little sister asked you. You were an island, the full name of it was (Full island name) but what moste people called you (island name). You did have an human name that your little sister called you but no one else. "Sure" You smiled, You didn't know anything about what there is beyond the sea. Where there humans like you? Or maybe you were the only ones? Your island was so isolated from the rest of the world. You loved to play with your sister at the beach. The water was crystal clear in a nice turquoise colour. And the sand was pure white. You also had a

You roll your eyes and stick your hand in, grabbing an... Eyepatch Frowning, Prussia snatches the patch from you. "Shit..." "What?" you ask, trying to take it back as he hands it to Spain. "You don't mean that...?" the Spanish man says, green eyes widening. At Prussia's grim nod, Spain turns to you, a strained smile on his face. "Sweetie, put this back and grab something else before someone sees that you have-" "Too late, ye buffoons!" a old English pirate voice calls. "What?" you shout as someone throws you over their shoulder, their loose cotton shirt smelling of the sea. And booze. "England, have you been drinking?" you gasp as

You felt something cold roll across one of your fingers, so you took hold of it. It wasn't very big, and was a circualr shape. You pulled it out of the bag and took a closer look at it. It was a bronzish gold colour and shone when light hit it. The patterning on it looked similar to that of a coin, a dubloon to be precise. A gloved hand swiftly pulled the coin away from your fingers, a jingle of coin shifting as whoever it was put it back to where it had come from. You heard Alfred chuckling a little. "You know Artie, this isn't a costume party." He said, before he was shoved over by said person. To you, he did look like Arthur, but instead