You've got me shaking from the way you're talkin
My heart is breaking but there's no use crying
You lay on you bed, staring at your ceiling. It's been a long day in England. You're there to just take a break. You can't stand people from (home country) and you would stay with your parents but they nag and annoy you. Your hand becomes weak, slowly realising the grip from your phone. The moonlight came in, making such a beautiful setting. You took it all in. You just loved things like this. Your eyelids felt like led. They closed, your long and perfect eyelashes resting on your cheeks. Then, you started to drift off.
What a cyanide surprise you have left for my eyes
If I had conmon sense I'd cut myself or curl up and die
Everything was a blur at first, then your vision cleared up. The raindrops fell onto the ground, some landing on your window and window pane. It was raining- like always. You got up and started towards your closet. The door opened by the force of your hand. You looked at the options you had. You sighed and grabbed a long sleeve (f/c) with white strips. You took off the t-shirt you currently had on and shivered at the cold. You slipped on the shirt, putting your arms through. You slipped on some (f/c) converse and started towards the door. You were already wearing black/dark blue jeans so, you were ready. You grabbed you keys- even though you didn't have a car- and a blue coat. You put on the coat, being very silent. You've been very silent since the break-up happened. You were mad at first but calmed down. You weren't sad, just annoyed by the fact he never cared.
His face was like a beautiful flower that kills you-but you know. You just have to smell the flower or take it home.As you opened the door, you locked it. You then closed it, now standing in a hallway. Why not get some tea?
It would help, I guess...
Then, you went off to get some tea to help settle down- or relax atleast.
Sticks and stones could break my bones
But anything you say will only fuel my lungs
You were at a tiny tea shop(?), no one really came but few people did. The tea there was like heaven! You just had to, you needed the rich taste! After getting your tea you went to a table near the window next to the entrance. The warm cup rests between your cold hands. You had gotten cold easily. You gazed outside the window, watching people live their lifes. The raindrops kept hitting the window, making some noise.
"Um... Excuse me, love. Is anyone sitting here?..." the British male voice broke your trance. You turned your head to the owner. A boy with gold blonde hair, emerald eyes, and such thick (fabulous) eyebrows was standing next to your small table. His clothes looked like something you'd wear to a meeting. In your opinion, he looked attractive. Very attractive.
"No, why you ask?" you replied, making eye contact after scanning his handsome body and appearance.
"May I sit here?" A tint of pink dusted his cheeks. You nodded in response and he sat across from you. You brought the cup that was once between your hands to your lips, sipping not making any sound at all. It was a bit akward because all you did was glare at each other, and he sensed it.
"Oh, Im Arthur, Arthur Kirkland. It's a pleasure to meet you love," he said, breaking the silence.
"Well, the pleasure is mine, Arthur. Im _______, ________ _________," you said, smiling. He returned it with a grin. Both of you drank your tea and bickered, getting to know each other. You got your first friend in England, isn't that wonderful?
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Sarcasm - England x Reader -Songfic
FanfictionI JUST GOT THIS AMAZING IDEA SO I JUST HAD TO WRITE IT! Oh, by the way, the song is Sarcasm by Get Scared ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ After breaking up with your boyfriend you've been acting a bit strange. You never liked being alone so, that's why you g...