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Sweet Valentine 2P!England x Male!Child!Reader ------------------------------- February 14, the first of many nerve spiraling holidays of the New Year with many other's to follow it. Though many people consider this holiday to be a commercial waist of money, that does not stop couples from celebrating it with one another. Holding the small pink folded piece of paper close to you're chest you tried to swallow the lump that had formed in your throat. Standing in front of Mr. Oliver Kirkland's front door you raised your trembling hand to knock on the door. Having heard from Mr. Oliver's friends that he would be all alone this Valentine's Da

You enthusiastically knock on England’s door without stopping, too excitedly to keep waiting. After what seems like forever to you even though it was only 20 seconds, England finally throws the door open and scowls at you in annoyance “Will it really kill you to wait for at least 10 seconds!?” he scolded, glaring at you. You beam upon the sight of him “Finally, I thought you would never answer! I was worried you might not be at home for the moment” you walk pass him, entering to his house. England sighed before rubbing his temples and entering his house, closing the front door in the process. ``````````````

France smiled seductively at your hunched over form, a lustful glint in his eyes. He had waited ages for this, and now he would do it. Nothing could stop him from having you.  Nothing. "[Name]~" He crooned, slowly twirling the red rose in his hand. You looked up from your flower garden, your [e/c] eyes blinking rapidly. "Yes, France-san?" "Would you like to taste my milk?" He asked innocently, lightly thrusting his crotch forward. You blinked once more, an innocent smile spreading across your face. "Why thank you, France-san," you said, standing up and brushing the dirt off of your pants. His smile grew wider, his eyes darkening even more.

 Alfred Jones was walking in the park with his little brother, ______. He was glad that he got the chance to be a brother after all. He smiled down at the [hair color] boy and couldn’t help but feel full of happiness. It was a long story of how he got to have ______, but he was still happy he had him. “Alfie! Let’s go play on the playground!” he called out dragging Alfred by the hand towards the jungle gym. -Flashback brought to us by Flying Mint Bunny-  Alfred was walking through the park after an argument with Arthur. ‘Damn brit doesn’t know the first thing about me,’ he thought to himself as he st

It couldn’t be happening. It couldn’t be real. But it was happening. It was real. You watched through wide, clouded [e/c] eyes as people of all different races and ethnic groups ran for the nearest exits, some of them just barely touching one of the doors when a large piece of debris fell over their heads, effectively crushing them to death. As you watched all of this play out before you, the entirety of your small frame was shaking with fear, your heart pounding against your chest like the wings of a hummingbird. Screams of fear and outrage echoed into your ears as people pushed you aside in a desperate attempt to save not only

"Okay, so... you're telling me that Doritos can bring anyone and anything back to life?" "Yup!" "Allow me to repeat myself again. Anyone and anything?" "[Name], dude, I'm tellin ya that Doritos can bring anything you sprinkle them on back to life!" "....I highly doubt that." "HUH?! WHY?!" "Because Alfred, nature doesn't work that way. Neither does artificially flavored chips. Otherwise my taste buds would have been revived like a newly lit flame when I tried Arthur's cooking that one time." "Yeah dude I told ya not to do that. So that's totally why you should listen to me now!" "Alright fine. I'll just sprinkle them on my grandpa's gr

Music. Sweet, beautiful, enchanting music. The fruit of love, and the love of your life. It was always there for you, drying your tears whenever you were sad and bringing a smile to your pale face. Without music, your life was incomplete, empty. It was meaningless without the sweet melodies and loud crescendos, the soft vibratos and heavy tenors. So when you met him, the embodiment of music, you couldn't believe your eyes. Here it was, living and breathing, with brown hair, violet eyes, and a mole on his cheek. "Come...sit down beside me," he said, patting the empty spot on the piano bench beside him. You sat down, a blush covering your ch