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I combed the sand out of my hair, leaning over the bath tub in the bathroom attached to my room. I had just gotten in from outside, having launched into a sand fight with Peter and Al, followed by being scolded by Arthur for acting like children. Peter's excuse was he WAS a child, but Alfred and I were both properly chastised for it. "Stupid Al... how did he manage to get this much sand in my hair?" "I like zhe view, Fraulein. Zhough shouldn't you vait for zhe second or zhird date before you show me zhe goods?" "What the? PERVERT! Who let you in here?!" I yelped, turning around and jumping behind the shower curtain. "Vhy Arzhur did of course

 I had my feet on the dashboard, headphones in as I ignored my older brother's attempts at conversation as he drove us from our hometown on Asheville, NC to Myrtle Beach, SC. The five hour drive had gone to six hours, and now seven, since during the last two hours traffic was bloody terrible. My brothers, Alfred, Arthur and Peter, began to bicker about the fact that Alfred and I had been born in the US, but both Arthur and Peter were Brits. They had a tendency to argue over who's culture was the better. I sighed, turning up the volume on my iPod in hopes of drowning out their voices. "Hey! Sis! HEYYY. Get up!" Alfred poked my head, shaking

     England really didn't enjoy going to places like this, and listening to Gilbert probably wasn't the best idea, given his past schemes and failures. But the blonde haired gentleman was in extreme sorrow, given his recent break up, and Gilbert had suggested maybe some of the 'lovely ladies' on Fifth Avenue would cheer him up a tad. Following the albinos directions, England found himself outside the old English pub turned strip club/ bar. Everyone knew he didn't handle his liquor very well at all, but he just needed to cut loose a bit. It'd been a while, and he knew it.     As soon as he'd entered the building, the lust-colored lighting a

     Alfred looked down at his desk, eyes glazed in pain, every breath like thorns plunging into his heart and lungs. He held a silver heart picture frame in his fist, dotted with tear drops and crushed dreams. Arthur had gone into war a little over a year ago and had yet to even write, or even send Alfred a text to tell him if he was even alive. For all her knew... No, he didn't want to think about that. Not today. Not on their anniversary. "'Ey, mate... you all right?" Alfred looked up, someone surprising to see Allistor Kirkland leaning on his door frame. "Ya' look down..." "I'm fine Allistor..." Alfred didn't want to see any of the Kirkl

      I made my way to Lovi's house, my back pack slung over my shoulder and my cell pressed to my ear, in yet another conversation with my boyfriend of three years, Gilbert. "Yes, babe, I know... I'm sorry... it's just... something came up and I couldn't-" "Zhis is the fourzh time zhis week, Fraulein." Gilbert whined. "Vhat's so important wizh zhe stupid Italian zhat you can't even hang out for some vurst vizh you awesome boyfriend?" "I'm sorry... Tomorrow, I promise." "......fine." "Alright. Well, I'm at Lovi's place. I'll call you later, love you." "Liebe dich auch..."      I hung up my cell and stuck it in my bag, I felt terrible for di

EnglandXReaderXIceland Who will you choose? ___________’s first day as a country, later that day. “Hey. ____________, what were you doing hanging around with that cranky old brit?” Emil asked, ____________ shrugged, blushing bashfully. “He asked me if I knew my way around… and offered me a tour…” “Oh, well…” “Why…? Do you not like him…?” “No, he’s a good guy I guess, he’s a bit on the snoddy side, kinda like… the English version of Austria, yes?” “Oh, okay…” ___________ nodded, having already met the pu

EnglandXReaderXIceland Who will you choose? ___________’s first day as a country Grumbling to himself, Arthur Kirkland, the personification of the United Kingdom its self, attempted to push through Alfred’s rambling. The young American man was proposing his newest scheme of eliminating both World hunger and Global Warming. Bloody hell he is annoying. Arthur thought to himself, rubbing his temples with his middle fingers. “Alright dudes! Oh, yeah I totally forgot! We have a new country to introduce!”   “We haven’t had a new country in ages...” Arthur inquired, tapping his fingers rhythmically on th