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AmericaXReader: Head Banger
"Catch me if you can!" you yelled at Alfred who was sprinting towards you.
Alfred, Arthur, Matthew, Francis, and yourself were having a great summer afternoon and playing tag in the park. Alfred wad hot on your trail.
"Ahahaha I got you!" Alfred said not quite touching your shoulder.
Big mistake. To avoid him, you looked around, not seeing where you were going, and ran head first into a tree. You fell to the ground in a sitting position, stunned at what happened.
"______! Dude you okay?"
"What do you think?" you said rubbing your head and squinting in pain. Alfred, being such a sweetheart, lent you his hand to help you up.
"Who's it?" Arthur called out, trying not to reveal his position.
"Game's paused for a couple minutes," Alfred said sternly, said arm wrapped around your shoulder to keep you steady.
"But why?" Francis said seeing the sight of you two, "what happened?"
"I ran into a tree head-on, that's what happened," you said as Alfred sat you on a bench.
"Do you need anything ____
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
AmericaxReader Movies -Oneshot-
AmericaxReader Movies -Oneshot-
"Alfred, are sure you want to see this?"
It was noisy Saturday night, people up and down the streets. Alfred made you go to the movies with him. You expected him to see some dumb,funny movie but it wasn't. Instead it was a really,bloody movie. You glanced at Alfred, he was standing quite normal, but knowing him, deep inside he was about to cry. You stiffly laughed, as you walk to the ticket booth. 'Arthur is going to kill me for doing this to Alfred.'
"Two ticket to (random scary movie.)"
"Here you go, m'am."
You thanked the man, and went to grab Alfred. Every since you were little, you two always watched scary movies. It really didn't frighten you, but to Alfred.... It was like someone coming to kill him. That was the reason you didn't want to see the movie, Alfred will pee in his pants just seeing the first 30 seconds. Alfred happily skipped to the front row of the screen. 'He d
America x Reader - What good will it do? WAIT! Before you continue, please tend to the description area. I will be posting the first chapter and the rest are in my gallery.
This is my first Reader insert so please bear the spelling/grammar errors.
I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I did.
America X Reader - What good will it do? Part 1
Third Person POV all the way!
"______, please be strong and hang on. Please... For me..."
That's right, you were already at Stage 3 of Leukemia. Your body felt weak and frail as you lay on the hospital bed. God, you've been there for 4 long months, you didn't know how long it would take for Stage 4 and then die. But may the Lord keep you alive because of Alfred, your best friend.
"Don't worry Alfred, I'm fine, we can go soon, I promise." You gave him a reassuring smile as you stroked his hair gently. He'd been keeping you company ever since you w
Slipped Away AmericaxReaderxEngland Song Fic
America x Reader x England
You stood at a marked grave, a bundle of flowers in your hand. You kneeled before the tombstone and wiped away away some dirt that had collected on a picture of the man that now lay in the ground.
The man's name was Alfred F. Jones, a respected man in the military, personification of the country you lived in and also the love of your life.
You wiped a tear from your eye. You had promised yourself you wouldn't cry every time you came here, when he died those 3 years ago, but you couldn't help but to let a single tear slip through.
Na na na na na.
I miss you.
Miss you so bad.
I don't forget you.
Oh, It's so sad.
I hope you can hear me.
I remember it clearly-
3 years ago... you remembered the day clearly.
Alfred had fought in World War II as a soldier, he commanded many troops on the gro
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
AmericaXReader~ Your My Sweetheart ONESHOT~Warning! Contains some bad language! And has a bunch of Fluff! ~
He changed. He wasn’t the Alfred you once knew.
You and Alfred were best bud’s when you were little. As, you got older you started to realize that you wanted to become more than that yet you would never admit it because you didn’t know if he liked you in the same way. Well, it turned out that he liked you in the same way; he sung you the sweetest song ever! After that, you guys started dating!
The first year felt like you were floating on clouds! The second year was a little different. Alfred didn’t have his normal smile on 24/7 but you guys were still happy together. The third year was bad. Alfred started to take drugs. He acted extremely rude and was just plain mean! Now in the fourth year everything was wrong. He would cancel dates often; apparently he had many things better to do then be with you!
But, today he can’t ditch you! Today was your five-year-anniversary! Surely he w
What Hurts the Most - England (part one)He was your everything. He had half of your heart….. but now….you had no heart. He was gone and took your heart with him. Sure he wasn't dead… but… him being in a coma for a year now…. You… have lost hope. You still visit him every day, but its not the same. You missed the way he would always murmur things into your ear when you two were alone, and the way his soft pink lips felt upon yours. You missed him, and you weren't the same without him. All your friends worried about you. You had become depressed, aloof, and barely ate or drank.
I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house
That don’t bother me
I can take a few tears now an then
And just let them out
As you sat on the window sill ledge, you looked out into the rain and your eyes started to water. Memories of your first date flooded your mind.
“Bloody hell!” England yelled as it started to rain. You laughed and raced him to your house.
“Come on! B
Strangers .:America x Reader:.Sharply exhaling the cold air, which allowed you to see your breath shorty; you walked across the street. Not even bothering to look either way or even one way, it didn’t matter, any more to you. Blank. Your mind felt as if it was about to explode with all these negative feelings and thoughts.
You didn’t care if a car came and hit you. You just couldn’t bring yourself mentally to stop it from happening. You’d just let it happen. Seeing as to how you felt yourself slowly slipping back into suicidal thoughts, but you never had the nerve to take your own life.
Nobody cares, you bitterly contemplated as you sluggishly moved your sneakers across the pavement, and they will never truly care.
As you continued walking, you realised that a car in fact was heading towards you. That made you stop cold in your journey to the little book store over on the other side. The driver of the car must have thought you were insane, but truth be told you would’ve
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Vanguard, Chapter 1: DuncanDuncan's Journal: Day 1288
I consider myself a good man. I respect women, elders, my equals, and the dead. I say a morning prayer, and an evening one. Hell, I even thank the gods for a meal, instead of immediately chowing down in the voracious manner as the other soldiers here do. By all logical means, I should be in paradise. No really, not just because I'm a good man, but also because I should be dead by now. So I ask myself: why, oh gods up there, have I ended up in hell?
1288 days. 1288 days of my life have been spent in this misery, and I'm beginning to lose faith in the glory I was promised. Some of the rookies still live in their ignorant bliss, but I've lived long enough to realize that there's not much glory to find here. “Sing the songs of glory and march into battle—-join The Crusade today!”. Such were the words of the posters The Crusade has spread all over The Mortal Realm. Gullible fools practically stand in line for these songs of glory that th
LatreuophobiaI wash off sick-sweet orange lipstick in front of a mirror as dusty as gothic romances. It tastes like oblivion, that is to say, like nothing my tongue can detect.
The door opens with a creak no private restroom could emulate. Some chick with blue bobbed hair and smeared eyeliner. I looked like that once. Ten years ago.
Getting the beer out of my hair is harder. Some men just can't take it when I'd rather they not kiss my feet or call me an angel or-
“Dayum girl, you look like a goddess.”
I gulp, taste of acid.
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