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"…Why did you guys drag me here again?" you asked your friends, tapping your foot impatiently against the floor.
"Because we needed someone to keep track of the scores so the loser has to treat us to dinner later." replied (Friend 1), still pressing buttons on her controller, not even looking away from the screen for one second.
"Even so, why me? You know I hate arcades." you continued complaining, very unsatisfied with their answer.
"Cuz' everyone one else was busy." said (Friend 2), somehow able to play with one hand and eat chips with the other at the same time.
"There's nothing for me to do here though…"
"Here (Name), you can play too. There's room for one more player." (Friend 3) called out.
"…Nevermind, I'll just watch." you replied, while your friends kept on screaming "Die alien, die!"
"Oh yeah dude! I win again!" you heard from behind you.
'Ugh, and this is why I hate arcades, everything's too loud!' you thought exasperatedly, but decided to see who was yelling anyway, not even bothering to keep score for your friends.
You saw two guys standing there. One was blond and had a strand of hair curling outwards in a funny way, had blue eyes, and was wearing glasses, a shirt and bomber jacket with the number 50 on the back, jeans and a pair of sneakers. The other was also blond, but dressed in a much more dignified way, had a pair of emerald green eyes and the bushiest eyebrows you've ever seen, but you figured that it seemed to suit him.
"Hey, earth to (Name), you there?" called out (Friend 2) as she waved a hand in front of your face, snapping you out of your staring.
"W-Wha? Oh, I'm fine." you replied back.
"What were you staring at?"
"N-nothing."
"Is it that boy over there with the freakin' huge eyebrows?" questioned (Friend 1), quite loudly might I add.
"Shh! He'll hear you you idiot!"
"Oops! Sorry (Name)! Anyway, go talk to him~!"
"What? I don't even kn-Hey!" you yelled, as all three of your friends pushed you forward, making you bump into him.
"I'm sorry!" you apologized immediately, balancing yourself.
"It's quite alright love. Are you fine?" he asked with a British accent.
You were about to reply but then a yell interrupted you.
"Yes! The hero won again!"
"…I'm fine," you sighed, "It's just that arcades annoy me so much."
"True. I would rather be at home reading a good book." he agreed.
"Finally someone who gets it!" you said.
The two of you were just getting to the topic about your favourite books before interrupted…again.
"Hey Artie! I'm hungry, let's go get some food!" he cheered while you giggled.
"Artie?" you questioned.
"Quit calling me that!" he yelled at his friend before turning to you, "Actually it's Arthur. The git over there is named Alfred. How about you?"
"I'm (Name)."
"Quit with the introductions! Artie, let's go to McDonalds!"
"Fine!!" he screamed, accidentally getting a lot of attention, "So (Name), do you want to come along?" he asked you, extending his hand out.
You looked at your friends, and seeing them giving you encouraging nods and small "Go for it!" gestures made you smile.
Turning back to Arthur, you accepted his offer and grabbed his hand, feeling warmth radiating from it.
'Hey, maybe arcades aren't so bad.'
"Because we needed someone to keep track of the scores so the loser has to treat us to dinner later." replied (Friend 1), still pressing buttons on her controller, not even looking away from the screen for one second.
"Even so, why me? You know I hate arcades." you continued complaining, very unsatisfied with their answer.
"Cuz' everyone one else was busy." said (Friend 2), somehow able to play with one hand and eat chips with the other at the same time.
"There's nothing for me to do here though…"
"Here (Name), you can play too. There's room for one more player." (Friend 3) called out.
"…Nevermind, I'll just watch." you replied, while your friends kept on screaming "Die alien, die!"
"Oh yeah dude! I win again!" you heard from behind you.
'Ugh, and this is why I hate arcades, everything's too loud!' you thought exasperatedly, but decided to see who was yelling anyway, not even bothering to keep score for your friends.
You saw two guys standing there. One was blond and had a strand of hair curling outwards in a funny way, had blue eyes, and was wearing glasses, a shirt and bomber jacket with the number 50 on the back, jeans and a pair of sneakers. The other was also blond, but dressed in a much more dignified way, had a pair of emerald green eyes and the bushiest eyebrows you've ever seen, but you figured that it seemed to suit him.
"Hey, earth to (Name), you there?" called out (Friend 2) as she waved a hand in front of your face, snapping you out of your staring.
"W-Wha? Oh, I'm fine." you replied back.
"What were you staring at?"
"N-nothing."
"Is it that boy over there with the freakin' huge eyebrows?" questioned (Friend 1), quite loudly might I add.
"Shh! He'll hear you you idiot!"
"Oops! Sorry (Name)! Anyway, go talk to him~!"
"What? I don't even kn-Hey!" you yelled, as all three of your friends pushed you forward, making you bump into him.
"I'm sorry!" you apologized immediately, balancing yourself.
"It's quite alright love. Are you fine?" he asked with a British accent.
You were about to reply but then a yell interrupted you.
"Yes! The hero won again!"
"…I'm fine," you sighed, "It's just that arcades annoy me so much."
"True. I would rather be at home reading a good book." he agreed.
"Finally someone who gets it!" you said.
The two of you were just getting to the topic about your favourite books before interrupted…again.
"Hey Artie! I'm hungry, let's go get some food!" he cheered while you giggled.
"Artie?" you questioned.
"Quit calling me that!" he yelled at his friend before turning to you, "Actually it's Arthur. The git over there is named Alfred. How about you?"
"I'm (Name)."
"Quit with the introductions! Artie, let's go to McDonalds!"
"Fine!!" he screamed, accidentally getting a lot of attention, "So (Name), do you want to come along?" he asked you, extending his hand out.
You looked at your friends, and seeing them giving you encouraging nods and small "Go for it!" gestures made you smile.
Turning back to Arthur, you accepted his offer and grabbed his hand, feeling warmth radiating from it.
'Hey, maybe arcades aren't so bad.'
Literature
Request: JapanXReader
You were at the bookstore looking for volume 2 of Black Butler. You had read the first one and loved it.
You found the manga section and started browsing the shelves. It didn't take you long to find it.
'I'm lucky, the last copy.' you thought to yourself
As you went to grab it you felt a hand. You quickly pulled back and looked up. A man about your age was going for the same book. He had short black hair, brown eyes, and seemed to be blushing.
"I'm sorry." he said "You can have the book, you got here first."
"No, you can have it!" you insisted.
You two went on like that for a few minutes, insisting on each other get
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EnglandxReader: Request: Ferris Wheel
~_______'s POV~
"Bye mum," I said as I got out of the car. "Okay, I'll be back at 9:30. Take care," she said before she drove off. Arthur, his little brother, Alfred, my little sister, Mimi, and I were at the carnival. Arthur and I were being forced to take care of our siblings because our parents were busy.
Arthur turned to Alfred and Mimi, "What do you want to do first?" They looked each other, with a mischievous smile, and nodded, "We want to go on the roller coaster!" "I'll go buy the tickets," I said, walking towards the ticket booth.
~Arthur's POV~
I watched her walk away before turning to Alfred and Mimi. They had a huge smile on t
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EnglandxReader (B-day request)
-England's p.o.v.-
it was ___________'s birthday. She wasn't having a birthday party though. She had one last year and her house was nearly burnt down because of all the countries. Idiot America and idiot Prussia were playing around with a blowtorch and set __________'s curtains on fire. Thank god we put it out soon enough. Now I was going to give her some anime movies since she and Japan were obsessed with them. I went up to her door and knocked on it.
-Reader's p.o.v.-
You heard someone knock on your door. You opened the door to see England standing in your door way. You blushed. You had a crush on him for a long time. You wanted to conf
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