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Lockdown .:Alfred F. Jones Love Story:. ~One~
I hurried quietly through the woods, looking for a place where food was probably hidden. I had wiped out the past 5 miles of every food, water, and even clothing that I could find.
At the point in living like this, every little thing counts. Saving and making things last counts too. Even the tiniest crumb of food, the littlest of water, and the smallest of cloths have every use.
I ran quickly through a shallow patch of trees, bat in hand and backpack flying everywhere as my feet hit the dirt. I looked around the area, making sure I didn't run into any of those creatures.
I was breathing heavily and my rib cage felt like it would break at any moment. My throat was dry and my knees felt like there would give out. I couldn't stop, though. I had to keep going until I found somewhere where I can settle down and sleep for the night.
The sun was setting. This caused everything to have a shadow, making it more difficult to not trip over roots of trees sticking up from the groun
From a Coma (AmericaxReader)"How is she, doc?" Alfred asked softly to the female, who was checking her clipboard.
"She is recovering, which is a good sign," the doctor said with a small smile, "But, she may not remember some things. After all, she did take a strong blow to the head in the car crash."
Alfred smiled jubilantly and thanked the doctor with glee. His (Name) was recovering! A month ago, (Name) was in New York City to visit Alfred. Not used to the pedestrian life, she got in a car accident. Luckily, one of Alfred's good friends, Toris was nearby and admitted her to the hospital. (Name)'s injuries weren't fatal, but she went into a coma. However, she was expected to come out of it soon.
Alfred slowly entered his girlfriend's room, hoping that she was awake. His cerulean eyes dampened with sadness when he discovered that she was not. He dragged the plastic chair to her bed and tenderly held her soft and smooth hand. 'Oh (Name), how I wish you were awake,' he thought to himself as he wat
AlfredxReader- Dear DiaryYou are about to finish the last few details on your drawing when the doorbell rang. You leap up from your seat and dash down the stairs.
"I GOT IT!" You yell at the top of your lungs. Not that anyone else was even trying to get the door. That was your job. You open the door to find a handsome young man with short blonde hair, a cute little cowlick and sparkling blue eyes awaiting you.
"Hey, Dude!" He greets you, holding up some video games, "I found these on sale at Game Stop. Want to try 'em out with me?" He asks, already knowing the answer.
"Hell yes!" You squeal, "But hang on just a minute, I have some chores that I was supposed to do. Make yourself feel at home though, Alfy." You walk inside, leaving him to close the door. "Snacks are in the kitchen and the TV in the den has the xbox set up. But whatever you do, stay out of my room." You instruct him over your shoulder.
He couldn't go in your room. You had left the drawing out in the open The drawing of him. A shiver ran up
America x reader - Never too Late: part 1
You were bored as hell. Just like that. Your parents went out for dinner and left you home, so you could study for your tests. Like if you would. You'd studied all day long, and you just couldn't take it anymore, the math book laid open in your desk, with pencils and highlighter around it, but without you paying attention to them. The more you looked at it the more you didn't understand it.
You sighed and sat on your bed, looking outside the window. It was raining and rather cold outside, causing you to feel more bored than usual. 'God, why can't I just go and hang out with some friends?' you thought lying down and staring at the ceiling. As if someone read your mind, your mobile phone vibrated announcing the arrival of a new text message. You opened it and checked the ID. It was your best friend Alfred F. Jones.
HEY DUDE!!! WHATCHA DOING NOW? I'M SO FREAKIN BORED!! CAN'T STUDY FOR THE MATH TEST!
You giggled a little. Alfred was certainly bored, he was way too energetic t
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,
"Stupid bloody frog." England muttered to what appeared to be himself, looking as his reflection.
All that time he spent growing his hair long, trying to improve his looks, trying to impress everyone, but mostly her
And now nobody would know.
"Aww don't be sad, Arthur!" Flying mint bunny chirped, trying to cheer him up.
"Yeah, we still think you look handsome!" One of his many fairy friends tried.
"And I'm sure _____ does too, if she really cares about you!" Another added.
"S-shut up! I wasn't doing this to impress ______!" England stuttered.
"Yeah you were!" Flying mint bunny insisted, the way one half of those "Did not!" "Did too!" battles children have sometimes go.
"I was not!"
"Then who were you trying to impress?"
He couldn't come up with an answer, pretty much confirming what his magical friends already knew. They would've continued had they not noticed the little girl advancing quickly in the distance.
"Arthur!" ______ yelled in excitement, glompi
Soldier!America x Depressed!Reader- No Matter What
I sit in at the kitchen table, coffee cup in hand, but I make no move to drink.
I just stare, stare out the window. Not at anything in particular.
Just watching the cars, the birds, the people walking by.
All going on with their lives, whereas mine seems to be at a standstill.
I sigh and shut my eyes, thinking back to a happier time.
When I had him.
I sit alone on the swing, gently rocking back and forth. The tears sting my cheeks as the run down my face and I sob weakly. Just a little girl. All alone.
Suddenly I hear a noise from somewhere behind me.
I turn to see a smiling blonde boy, about my age, approaching. I bite my lip. Great.
Another Bully to make my life miserable.
As he gets closer, his blue eyes flash with concern.
“A-are you…alright?” I flinch at the sound of his words. “Y-yeah. I’m fine.”
Then, nervously, I look up to meet his gaze. “Are you here…to make fun of me too…?”
AmericaXReader: For A Friend
If anyone was to go up to [Name] and ask her what was the most important thing to her she would automatically reply, "Family and friends." It was who she was- she was loyal, told the honest truth no matter how hard it was, and would never leave a friend behind. She often told her friends during their serious conversations, "You know I'd never tell you something to get yourself hurt. I'm telling you what you need to hear not what you want to hear because that will get you nowhere."
Though she had these redeeming qualities she also had a sarcastic streak and could come off slightly rude though she meant no harm.
"Good God!" She said, looking at Alfred's high score on his math test. "You overachiever, I wish I could get that good of a grade!"
"Math's not that hard!" Alfred grinned. "I might suck at Biology and English, but Math is my thing so no judgment."
She giggled, "Too late, I'm judging you."
She didn't know it, but Alfred didn't like her sarcasm sometimes though
Waiting. - America x Reader.You were officially out of gas after hurricane - no, post-tropical Sandy.
So therefore, on this cold November night - you stand on the long line of people for gas.
And so far, it's been three long hours. You were close to snapping and just head home.
Your hands now tucked in the pockets of your warm jacket, headphones in your ears and feet shoving the fuel tank as the line slowly went.
You felt a familiar tone ring in your pocket as your teeth chattered again, hand fishing for your phone.
Alfred's name popped up on the caller ID as you hit answer, shivering. "H-Hey, Al."
"What's the matter?" His voice of concern knocked you on your face. "Something that I can help you with?"
"Actually if you had gas, then yes."
"You know no one in the city has gas, (Name)!"
"That's why I'm at the gas station waiting for the delivery." You saw the line move ever so slightly as you follow the flow.
"Which one are you at?" You heard the American sigh through the other line as you gave him the addre
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Abandoned ChapelThe parish waits now,
the loneliness of corners
crawling outward on walls--
chipped away by the wind,
and held together
by silk spindles;
cobwebs align them like the membranes of memories,
the cut of a jewel in an broken window
against the sun
where beads of rain
gather in a mesh of strands
a new Mosaic
against the backdrop of a cemetery;
My eyes seek out the sermon
in close proximity,
paint no distance
between headstone and cloud;
elegies topple each other
in their climb to heaven
as light trickles
over the shade,
breathes a new glow over snuffed candles.
I feel the weight in these empty rows,
how a breath couldn't cease to be breath
in the midst of prayer.
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