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EnglandxDark!Reader: Fire and EnglandxDark!Reader: Fire and BloodEnglandxDark!Reader: Fire and by ~KumdoGirl
Warning: This is dark. Also, every break shifts between flashback and "reality." 'Nuff said.
“Wait, (name).”
I turned back at the abrupt words. Arthur’s brilliant emerald eyes stared straight into mine with an intensity I rarely saw.
“I just want you to know. I love you.”
A raindrop burst on my hand, an unexpected coldness, to mirror the one in my heart. He was my best friend, but this time he’d gone too far. Did he think he could reverse what he’d done? Did he think “love” could make up for that? I glanced upwards at the flames, climbing ever h
America x Reader x Dark!England: Lost Love part 3 "…America."America x Reader x Dark!England: Lost Love part 3 by ~KumdoGirl
The name awakened every reflex I had worked so hard to develop. It took a tremendous amount of effort and control to remain casual, or at least, to try to. I pulled away gently and forced a smile.
"I'm gonna get something to drink."
Alfred didn't buy my act. He frowned at nothing in particular as I reassembled my clothes and dressed.
"(Name), I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner dude. I know it's weird, but-"
"No buts."
I didn't bother looking at him as I pulled chalk from the messy pile of my old clothes and belongings. Chalk, and a knife. I kept the knife concealed and drew a circle on the floor with the chalk. A simpl
DARK!ENGLAND X READER chapter.1DARK!ENGLAND X READER chapter.1 by ~TheOfficalMiniRussia
DARK!ENGLAND X READER requsted by: KumdoGirl
(Name) opened her eyes to yet another morning. She yawned loudly and streched with her hands above her head.
Today was her second day at her new job, she worked for the countrys. I know, it sounds like fun but, she couldnt stand the thout of going back.....
She rembers her first day working for them and shivers. The sight of France's lifeless body was a bit to much for her. Canada had found him in one of the seprate rooms of the meeting house.
His neck was brused as if someone had chocked him, but worst of all, there was a note nailed to his forhead. (name) shivers again at the thout of what i
(And I like writing.) When I'm not busy with school I like to practice martial arts, go rock climbing, dance, or make knives, though I haven't gotten to the last one in a while. 
Sta.sh
