Seven Minutes in Heaven: SconeA/N: So sorry that this is so fuckin late! XP I hate school work. After this I'll take requests for the next person! BTW I already have requests for Prussia, Hong Kong, and Denmark
Anyway, on with the last chapter of Seven Minutes in Heaven~SconeYou eagerly put you hand in the hat and pulled out something."I got a rock.* Oh wait, it's a scone!" you say with realization. America gives you a look of pity and tosses you into the closet. You pick yourself off of the closet floor and wait for England to come. It wasn't long before you heard the Brit yelling at America."You bloody git! I told you I didn't want to play this damned game!""Dude, calm down! You're gonna be in there with (y/n)." Alfred says before opening the closet door and throwing England at you, "You two have fun now!" You and Arthur both blush as he slams the door, leaving the two of you in awkward silence.Arthur scratches the back of his head nervously, "Err, 'ello love
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HalfCat! Reader x England - My Bad? (Chapter Two)'W-where am I?' you couldn't see anything. You couldn't smell anything. You couldn't feel anything. You couldn't taste anything. You couldn't hear anything. You were just floating in nothing. You knew you were there because your thoughts were present, but that's all there were- thoughts. 'Is this what it's like to be a mind? Just thoughts? You know, besides the whole brain and skull thing...' little did you know that while you were trying to figure this predicament out, a British boy was trying to wake you."_______, please, please, please wake up!" he shook your body, trying to bring you out of you death-like state. You weren't actually dead but it looked as if you were. He knew this would happen, but he didn't know he would be so scared when it occurred. Slowly, you started stirring, as if you were just sleeping. "Thank God," he took your figure into his arms and carried you into the nearest room containing a bed. Also known as his bedroom. He placed you onto the freshly made bed and
England x FallenAngel!Reader Part 1You try to flutter your wings and catch the wind. It is not working. Your feathers are quickly falling behind you in a gust of wind. You are falling from the sky. Pure white feathers slowly changing into a shade of black and falling into the sky. This is an angel's worst nightmare. To become one of those who have fallen. Grabbing the air for thread that your friends may have left you to help hold on but there is nothing. You close your eyes and curl up waiting for that small sharp shock for when you hit the ground. Well that is what is told in those stories, really nobody knows. Anyone who has been through this has never really came back up to heaven. Your tears stream down your cheeks and fall behind you. You know. You are almost there. It happened so fast that you couldn't even scream. Your angel self died.You wake up suddenly and your heart is pounding out of your chest. You are breathing heavily. You find yourself at a bench. Your hands feel the old rotting wood and you look down.