EileenBlack

2p!England x Reader: How was your sleep? You were definately sure you had locked all the doors last night, you even took the precaution of bolting shut all your windows. But still he managed to break into your home, just like every other time. That man sure was a creep, a man by the name of Oliver Kirkland. ~~~~~ You were woken up by warm breath on your neck, it began to tickle so you forced your eyes open with a giggle. Your grin was immediately wiped off when you caught sight of who was in your bedroom. Oliver was sitting on the edge of your bed, leaning over you, a cheshire smile stretching his features. His sky blue eyes sparkled at yo

Confessions are difficult. That’s a universal truth. Maybe you can argue that you’re courageous or bold, and sure, that can help make confessions easier – but truth be told, there’s always that split second of panic as you anticipate their answer which can either bring you a sense of elation or send you into the comforts of your home, guzzling down your favorite ice cream with your broken heart keeping you company. And so, confessions are difficult. But when they’re unintentional… That’s different. Whispered ‘I love you’s heard by the wrong ears, heartfelt letters that land into the

Intro ...Romano. “Feli, don’t these tomatoes belong to Romano? I don’t think we sh–” “Nonsense, _____! I’m sure fratello won’t mind if we use his tomatoes in the pasta sauce, ve~” “Are you sure? I mean, Romano really likes tomatoes…” “I’m more than sure! Now c’mon, we need to go look for a pot to boil our pasta noodles in. I forgot where I left it… I think it’s in the basement, ve…” “The basement?” “Si! Pasta can be cooked anywhere, _____! Now come with me, our basement is dark and I don’t want to go

Intro …England. If there was one thing you hated the most, it had to be people attempting to contact you when you were trying so desperately to sleep. What time was it again? Gaze flickering to your nightstand where a digital clock rested, you exhaled a sigh once your eyes skimmed over the bright numbers. 1:21 AM You should be asleep by now, but no – instead, whoever controlled your fate decided to pull a jerk move and force you awake due to your phone going off. At first, your phone only went off once, signaling that you’d received one text. Normally you ignored things like that, dismissing it as something you could r

THEME #40: FANCY “HEY (NAME)! LET’S DO SOME KARAOKE!” Alfred yelled, literally blowing out your eardrum. “OW, DAMMIT!” You clapped a hand over your ear and glared at one of your best friends. “I know it’s loud in here, but you don’t have to scream, for fuck’s sake!” Alfred just grinned and grabbed your hand. “C’mon, (Nickname), it’ll be fun~!” “Karaoke? With you? Hell no!” You pulled your arm out of his grip, choosing instead to look past the clumps of partying countries and into the kitchen, where Lovino, Mathias, and Arthur were getting drunk

After waiting all year, it was finally the summer. Summertime can only mean one thing for anime fans, anime conventions, for nerds, anime cons and sci-fi cons, for geeky nerds, every fandom they were interested in. This year __________ was going to do it all, well not all, this year she’s helping her friend at Artist Alley so her job was to be a gopher, seller, model, anything she needed really. She didn’t mind. At least she got to go to the con all over the state. Today she was at the first one and by far the most popular, Anime Conji Expo Fanpop con. Of course there was going to be down time. So she plotted. She was going to pan

Games 'n' Guys - England You've come to the realization that your crush could not cook. What so ever. His determination to actually make a meal was adorable , but whenever he attempted to bring you a dish it was anything but. You looked down at the DS in one of your hands and the Cooking Mama case in the other. 'What was Mei thinking? She knows he'll blow a fuse if he thinks I want to teach him.' you thought as you contemplated on just leaving and having your friends pick another game. You hear a smoke alarm go off inside the pale green house and the familiar smell of burnt food was in the air. 'Never mind , offence or not , he's playing t

"Mommy we want cats!" your little sister (her name), pleaded to your mom in hopes she would get you both cats for Christmas. "I don't know…" she mumbled and gazed down at both you and your sibling. Both of you used puppy eyes on her. "Fine, but you two take care of them! I am not scooping any litter boxes! Got it?" she gave in. Both of you squealed and hugged her legs. The three of you arrived at the animal shelter. You were led to the cat and kitten section. Your sister wandered over to the kittens and started cooing at them. You, however, wanted a cat, not a kitten. You gazed at all the anxious felines in hopes one would catch your eye.

The pleasant chime of the bell that reached your ears signified a customer entering the café, and guarding your eyes against the bright sunshine of the morning that managed to infiltrate the quaint little shop, you were graced with the sight of Lukas' familiar, stoic face. “Let me guess,” you mused as he approached the counter, “A black coffee with a dash of sugar and cream along with a slice of lemon bread?” “Hm.” As usual, Lukas only made a small hum that could only mean yes before turning around, making his way towards his usual seat in the corner of the café. Biting back a smile, you tu

His locker nearly slammed into your face. You caught yourself just in time, staring up at the blond. Lukas Bondevik just barely glanced at you before he returned those dull, blue eyes to the inside of his locker, pulling out his history textbook. “Are you going to stand there all day?” he asked you, but he sounded very monotone, and he didn’t even look at you while he spoke. Lukas, instead, leafed through a notebook, trying to locate something. “Something might hit you in the head if you don’t move,” he continued, and you wondered if he only said that because he had nearly knocked you out with his locker