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Hahaha Arthur, Dude calm down you’ll think of something!” America yelled at the other blonde across the room, but England couldn’t stop blabbering about how he couldn’t think of a unique way of proposing to you.
“You don’t get it Alfred, [Name] is a special lady! She needs to be proposed to in style!” America sweat dropped.
After a few minutes, England finally plopped down in his desk chair and began to slam his head down on the table rapidly. America franticly ran across the room and stopped England.
“Are you crazy!”
A smile slowly formed on England’s face. “Nope, I’m a genius!”
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“Ummm, Arthur is there a reason why I’m here?” you asked the blonde who was bustling around the kitchen.
“Yes love. I really wanted you to taste this new pie recipe I received not to long ago. Now go and watch television.” You groaned. After eating that pie you would have another visit to the hospital… for a third time. You really couldn’t resist those puppy dog eyes he gave you every time he showed you a new “cuisine”.
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Meanwhile, England was placing a wedding ring in a very deformed pastry.
‘She’s going to love this!’ England thought while bringing the pie towards you.
“Wow Artie, It looks…. edible.” you said trying to ease your terrified stomach.
“Woah your stomach is growling pretty loud [Name], but don’t eat too quickly, love.”
“Trust me, you have nothing to worry about.”
You picked up the fork off doom and placed it into the pie. “Hey Artie why don’t you get me something to drink.”
You wanted to distract the man so you could dispose of this new creation. “Alright, love.” England made his way towards the kitchen.
One he was out of sight, you quickly picked up the pie, but something was off. When you picked it up something hard “clanged” against the side of the pan. Grabbing the fork again, you began to fish around inside the pastry. “Aha~” you had found the object and pulled it out.
Your breath hitched in your throat and tears spilled out of your eyes. A gorgeous wedding ring was on the fork, gleaming in the light.
“Arthur. Please come in here.” England rushed in and was soon glomped by a [h/c] woman. “Arthur, This is the most romantic way of asking a girl!” England heart filled with joy. “So does that mean yes, [Name].
“Of course~”
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“So are you gonna finish the pie?’
*Smack*
“HELL NO!”
“You don’t get it Alfred, [Name] is a special lady! She needs to be proposed to in style!” America sweat dropped.
After a few minutes, England finally plopped down in his desk chair and began to slam his head down on the table rapidly. America franticly ran across the room and stopped England.
“Are you crazy!”
A smile slowly formed on England’s face. “Nope, I’m a genius!”
-
“Ummm, Arthur is there a reason why I’m here?” you asked the blonde who was bustling around the kitchen.
“Yes love. I really wanted you to taste this new pie recipe I received not to long ago. Now go and watch television.” You groaned. After eating that pie you would have another visit to the hospital… for a third time. You really couldn’t resist those puppy dog eyes he gave you every time he showed you a new “cuisine”.
-
Meanwhile, England was placing a wedding ring in a very deformed pastry.
‘She’s going to love this!’ England thought while bringing the pie towards you.
“Wow Artie, It looks…. edible.” you said trying to ease your terrified stomach.
“Woah your stomach is growling pretty loud [Name], but don’t eat too quickly, love.”
“Trust me, you have nothing to worry about.”
You picked up the fork off doom and placed it into the pie. “Hey Artie why don’t you get me something to drink.”
You wanted to distract the man so you could dispose of this new creation. “Alright, love.” England made his way towards the kitchen.
One he was out of sight, you quickly picked up the pie, but something was off. When you picked it up something hard “clanged” against the side of the pan. Grabbing the fork again, you began to fish around inside the pastry. “Aha~” you had found the object and pulled it out.
Your breath hitched in your throat and tears spilled out of your eyes. A gorgeous wedding ring was on the fork, gleaming in the light.
“Arthur. Please come in here.” England rushed in and was soon glomped by a [h/c] woman. “Arthur, This is the most romantic way of asking a girl!” England heart filled with joy. “So does that mean yes, [Name].
“Of course~”
Extended Ending
“So are you gonna finish the pie?’
*Smack*
“HELL NO!”
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England x Reader - Love Waltz
"Good morning, love."
"Good morning, Kirkland."
This was how your morning always went now – Arthur Kirkland, the popular British student of Gakuen Hetalia, would greet you every single morning with a, 'Good morning, love.' In return, you'd reply politely with, 'Good morning, Kirkland.' In fact, it was sort of like a tradition now or something.
You had always puzzled over as to why he did this – he was pretty popular, after all. Girls found him really attractive, and they often fangirled over his accent. You? You weren't as high up on the social rankings. You were just an average student, really, and a shy one at that.
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Hetaloid!England x Reader
You open the box and gasp at what’s inside
It was an England hetaloid.
You thank you parents for the gift. Then you hear (friend #3) say something out of the blue.
“His eyebrows are thicker than i thought....” (she/he) said. that made you turn your head in that direction.
“Don’t touch him!” You say, not knowing what else to do. They give you a weird look.
“Why can’t we, ____?” (friend #2) asked with a small and fake pout. You sighed.
“I don’t want him activating just yet.” You said. “Plus, touching his eyebrows will only irritate him.” You added.
They
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7MIH England
"Now that there's one less creepy person to go, let's continue the game!" America cheered, seeing Russia gone.
"Now ve'll both be hosting zhis!" Prussia informed, already looking around for the next victim.
"Now it's my bestfriend over here!" America shot, putting his arm around her shoulders.
"I don't want to, Alfred!" the (nationality) growled.
"Aw... C'mon dudette!" he pouted. "You helped with the party, so you're going to have some fun!"
"NO!" she shot, as the american forced her arm into the bag.
"Take something!" the american mused, not letting her move away.
"Fine, I'll pick something!" snapped the (h/c) head, managing to shove the ame
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Imagine if we actually did eat it and this happened:
England: So darling, will you?
Me:......Will I what?
England: Huh? The ring, love
Me:.......what ring?
England: *facepalms* Love....you didn't.....eat it...did you?
Me:.......Artie, I don't feel so good *rubs stomach*
England: *sighs, picking up his cellphone* I'll call the doctor, poppet