#britain x reader

[milaispissed]

How would the Countryhumans Britain, France, Germany, and Russia react if fem! y/n learned their language just for them?

🦋🦋: OOHH!! YES YES! A fair warning, I used Google translate for French and Russian since I can already speak German and English :)

CH Britain 🇬🇧 :

It was a very peaceful day in London, or as peaceful as it could be in the capital city. Britain was hosting his usual yearly meeting with Y/n and her leaders. Now, usually, he was not all too keen organizing trips and meetings with other countries, as he viewed them as a waste of time more times than now. But, with Y/n, it was quite different. Britain actually found himself enjoying her company, even if there was a glaring issue. Yn didn't speak English at all. But that was something he could ignore. After all, the woman was always so cheerful, happy, beautiful, and kind. And somehow, he could always tell what she wanted even without a translator nearby, and the same went for Y/n when it came to Britain. But, she was tired of having to vaguely point at stuff for Britain to understand her, and a translator was not a viable option for her either. The reason? Y/n had over time fallen in love with the British man, and she wanted to confess really bad to him. A translator, as good as they were, would just not do. She wanted to be the one to say it in a way that Britain would understand her. She wanted to tell him how she felt without a third person being involved in that moment. So, what did Y/n do to fix that problem? She studied English in the time both of them were separated. And today, it was finally the day she had been looking forward to!

'Just do it... Don't chicken out! Just say those three word- But what if he doesn't like me back?' Y/n thought to herself as she walked down the street with Britain. The man was pointing at some random buildings and speaking in a way that would be universally understood, unaware that she could speak English now. Y/n quietly gulped, smiling at Britain as her heart rate kept increasing.

'That accent gets me every time!' She thought, trying to think of the perfect moment to talk to him. Britain was meanwhile having his own issues with his feelings. Being this close to the woman was definitely causing a lot of sweat to form on his palms, and he had to catch himself a few times from saying stuff like 'you look beautiful as ever' and similar things.

'It's not like she would understand me, anyway.' Britain thought with an unintentionally loud sigh, causing Y/n to snap out of her state.

'Do it! Do it!'

"Anyway... How...about we go and drink some tea?" Britain finally spoke up, signaling with his hands the action of drinking the same beverage, expecting a quick nod in return. But, the reality of what he actually got definitely hit him like a ton of bricks.

"I... I love you." Y/n blurted out with a flustered look.

"Oh well, I love you as we-" Before the Brit could finish his sentence, he stopped and stared at the flustered woman with wide eyes. He felt his cheeks heat up and for once, he was completely speechless. Her words and the cute accent were just too much for the man.

"Y-you- Eck!!"

"Mr. Britain!!" Y/n exclaimed as Britain unintentionally walked into a light pole, causing him to fall flat on the ground.

"Are you alright?!" She quickly crouched down to check on any injuries, not paying attention to the people who had stopped to look at them. Britain didn't care about them much either. I mean, the woman he pretty much loved said she felt the same, and she had the most cutest accent when she spoke to him.

'She is so cute! Her looks! Her voice! And she loves me! She really loves me! We need to celebrate this!!' Britain thought with a boyish grin appearing on his face.

"Britain... Can you hear me? Hello?" Y/n continued to call out as the man got more and more lost in his thoughts.

'This wasn't how it was supposed to go!! At least I know he loves me as well...'

CH France 🇫🇷:

If someone had told Yn that she would be one day sitting with a country as powerful as France, she would have laughed in their faces. If they had told her that she would grow close enough to be one of his closest allies, she would have definitely died of laughter. But, all of that did end up happening, and she herself was unsure how that even happened. One day, Yn was invited for a first official meeting with France after gaining independence from her former boss, and now, she was sitting and talking with the man so casually and normally in a small cafe in Paris.

'He looks so good today!! Oh... Calm down, Yn.' The woman thought as she nervously fidgeted with her fingers that were on her lap. The reason as to why she was nervous? Well, first of all, France was a man she had been harboring feelings for, and the second reason was the fact that today she planned to show off some of her French language skills.

France, who was meanwhile oblivious to her inner turmoil, continued speaking in English and explaining how his week went. As much as he disliked using Britain's language this much, for Yn, he didn't mind it. After all, he would do anything to hear her laugh at his jokes and talk to him.

'Oh... whenever I use English, I feel like all the work my ancestors did was for nothing! But... I guess she is worth it.' France thought, a small smile appearing on his face when he heard Yn laugh at something he had said.

"Right! I knew that you would find it just as funny as I did, mon cher."

"I definitely did." Yn giggled while nodding her head, causing the man's heart rate to increase. She was definitely doing things to his mind and heart, and he didn't mind it one bit.

'Love is so beautiful and painful!!' The man thought dramatically as one of the waiters approached and stopped at their table to take the orders.

"Bonjour. Que désirez-vous commander aujourd'hui?" The French man asked as France cleared his throat to order for the both of them. But before he could even open his mouth, Yn had beaten him to it.

"Un chocolat chaud et un verre de vin, s'il vous plaît." The words came out of her mouth more naturally than she expected them to. It didn't takebher too long to think of them either, since both her and France always ordered the same, or similar things.

The waiter, who was unfazed by it, quickly wrote the order down and told them that it would be served soon before leaving the table.

"Merci beaucoup." Yn said to the man before looking back at the stunned and wide-eyed France.

"Mr. France, are you alright?" She nervously asked, worrying that she had said something wrong but got no answer in return.

'She... she spoke French?! Yn, mon joyau, mon monde... Spoke my language!! Not that stupid Brit's language!!!' A huge grin appeared on France's face and he quickly grabbed both of Yn's hands into his.

'Eh!! Ah! He is holding my hands!!' Flustered, Yn looked at the French nation with a nervous yet happy expression. This meant that she did alright for her first try.

"Mon monde! You never told me you spoke French! C'est incroyable! Tu es tellement adorable ! Mon cœur va exploser." As the man continued to praise her, she felt her face grow warmer and warmer each passing second, and she just knew that she had to stop France from talking.

'My heart can't take it!'

"I... I just started learning it. It's nothing special..."

"Nothing special? No, this is amazing! Mon amour, I will teach you all the ins and outs of this magnificent language. Now that I have heard you speak it, I am afraid that I won't be able to go a moment without hearing more of it." France, the ever so confident man chuckled and kissed Yn's knuckles, leaving the woman speechless and flustered.

'Damn that French!'

CH Germany 🇩🇪:

It was that time of the year some countries dreaded, and some didn't mind. The yearly UN summit. Every country around the world had come to New York to sit for hours and hours through passive-aggressive speeches and arguments. Yn was one of the nations who didn't mind these meetings. And why would that be? She had the opportunity to listen to Germany speak in his language, which she found absolutely hot. Which was one of the reasons why she had taken up learning German over the years. She wanted to listen to Germany talk. Actually talk without a translator buzzing in her ear every second.

And while the first month of her learning German was filled with tears, life regrets, and self deprivation, she was finally at the point where she didn't need the translator. Shortly after the man had left his seat to hold his speech in front of everyone, Yn had turned off her headphones and taken them off to listen to Germany. And man, was it worth it!! She was instantly mesmerized by the words that started to leave Germany's mouth.

'Ah! I could listen to him speak all day, every day! His mannerisms, his voice, the way he pronounces everything! I could listen to it over and over again and not grow tired!' Smiling dreamily, Yn rested her head on the palm of her hand and continued staring intently at Germany.

The said male country had felt the stares from the direction of Yn's seat, and while speaking, he sent a few shy glances her way.

'She is staring at me... But... She had taken off her headset? Am I boring? Does she hate listening to me speak my language?' The usually confident European gelt his heart sink at the thought of the woman he had grown to love over the short time of knowing her. He was used to people making fun of German, but something about her disliking it definitely made him want to do reforms here and now!

But, as soon as those thoughts entered his head, they left when he took notice of Yn mouthing something to him. And that something was definitely not in English, but in German.

'Du machst das toll.' He read off of her lips, and in that moment, his mind was set. He would marry her! He just needed to finish this speech as soon as possible.

HC Russia 🇷🇺:

"That stupid America!"

Yn, who was busy making tea for herself and her Russian friend, quickly dropped whatever she was doing and ran out of the kitchen toward the living room.

"Mr. Russia, are you alright?! You rarely ever yell!"

The said man tensed up and looked at the entrance to the living room where Yn was, obviously embarrassed by his own sudden outburst

"D-da... I just... Ah... I am just pissed off." Russia sighed in defeat and sat back down on Yn's couch as the woman approached him with the same concerned expression.

"And what made you so mad? You usually keep your temper as... as well as you can." The woman said, knowing that if she said anything else, it would be a lie. Russia chuckled in amusement at her words before shaking his head and showing her his phone. While Yn was in the kitchen, Russia had decided to look through some news reports about recent events. It was, for the most part, mundane stuff, but what made his blood boil was an article about America's recent return to popularity and the new allies he had made. It stung a lot to see it. Not only did the most capitalist country outlast his own father, the USSR, but now he was overtaking him in popularity. Russia just felt useless and unwanted.

"Oh... Yeah, I read that! America is strengthening some relationships with the Latin American countries. That annoyed you?" The woman wondered, watching the Russian sigh and shake his head.

"No... It's not that, precisely. What annoys me is this feeling I get whenever I read articles like these."

"Feeling?" Yn asked, her heart breaking at the sight of the defeated Russian. There was a silence between them for a brief moment before Russia decided to speak up again.

"Yes. It's like no matter what I do, America will always be there popular and wanted country. Everyone loves him more than me."

Russia, uncharacteristically enough, started to pout, obviously insecure and unhappy with the current state of his relationships with the other countries.

'But... At least I have Yn. She won't betray me, right-'

The Russian stopped his own train of thoughts when he felt someone's lips on his cheeks. Yn's lips.

'She... She is kissing me?!' Time stopped for a brief second as the man's eyes widened to the size of plates, and his cheeks glowed a soft pink shade when she moved away to smile at the nation.

"Well, I can't speak for others, but... ya lyublyu tebya bol'she vsekh na svete." Giggling, Yn moved away from the couch and went back to the kitchen to finish the tea. Russia was just left stunned, speechless, and... happy. He was happy. For once, someone said that they preferred him over America. And the person who told him that was nobody other than Yn herself.

"Oh well, I am happy to hear- WAIT?! YOU SPOKE RUSSIAN?!" Russia yelled in realization as he quickly stood up from the couch when Yn let out a small laugh from down the hallway.

"Maybe~"

"Wait!! Wait! Moya lyubov'!! I need to hear that again!" Russia grinned as he followed after her in excitement.

[askjohnandre]

Britain x Reader smut, read at your own caution.

Trigger warning: britain, smut, the puns are so bad they’re triggering

For @totally-not-a-homo-theo you freak and @britain-offical bc that would be hilarious

(Guys when I say warning I MEAN IT. Heed my warning with all seriousness.)

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Britain frowned into his teacup, wrinkling his nose at the consistency of the naff liquid inside it.

"This is cack!!" he said britishly. "The person who made this is a berk!!"

"What's wrong with it?" y/n asked, looking up at the sexy country with sparkling orbs.

"The tea is the texture of pIsH," Britain sighed britishly, then smirked. "It needs some...cream."

"Oh?" y/n raised an eyebrow. "Where do you plan to get that /cream?"

"From the cream tree" Britain deadpanned. "Would you like to help me harvest it?"

Y/n's uwu purple orbs dropped in disappointment, but they nodded "Of course, sir daddy britain"

Y/n began to head to Britain's garden of cream trees, resigned, when they felt a rough hand on their shoulder.

"Not so fast, dear," he growled, pulling y/n back. "We're getting cream from the /other tree."

"Blimey!" y/n gasps as Britain pulls them in for a kiss, already working on their shirt buttons with one hand and gripping their arse with the other.

Y/n melts into him, an eager moan escaping their lips as their tongues battle for dominance.

The country pulls away from their mouth and begins sucking on y/n's neck, leaving marks in the shape of a british flag. "You're mine now, you scrubber," Britain groans. "I'll colonize you so hard your harbor will be squirting with tea."

"Yes," breathes y/n because they don't know how to say no to this– it was an INCREDIBLE business deal– "Colonize me, daddy"

Britain grins wolfishly. "You'll have to earn it," he nips y/n's neck teasingly, drawing out a sharp gasp. "Only good girls get to have my flagpole in them."

"Anything you want, sir," y/n agrees, desperate to feel Britains big British flagpole inside them.

"On your knees," the country orders. "Respect for your king, god save the king."

"What sort of kinky are you?" Germany, who was watching the whole thing, cries and runs away.

As y/n gets down, Britain drops his trousers revealing his member, hard and dripping with (tea flavored) precum.

"Crikey!" y/n exclaims at the sight of Britain's fatally sized bollocks. "They're bigger than the British empire!"

"Blow on my crumpet~" Britain purrs to the shocked y/n. "Harvest the cream from my tree."

"You mean trumpet?" y/n begins, but is silenced when Britain thrusts his fish stick at them in an attempt to shut them up.

"Not so fast," y/n smirks, leaning away and teasing the hot country (but not as hot as Canada)'s bellend with their tongue. Britain grits his teeth and knits together his music staff eyebrows, precum making his flagpole wetter than the Boston Harbor. At last, he couldn't take it and thrusts into y/n's mouth.

Y/n gags, throat convulsing around the uncooked fish stick, using their hands to massage what they couldn't fit in their mouth. Britain moans britishly.

"You should cook the fish stick," Italy comments, making hand gestures so wild he slaps France, who was watching next to him.

France slaps Italy back, starting a war, and Britain's tree floods y/n's mouth with cream. Y/n swallows with a posh british accent.

"You'll pay for that," Britain growls at y/n once he steps away. "I'll punish you just like I punished 'murica."

America, who was also watching, backs away nervously and joins Germany, who is crying in the corner.

Y/n whimpers, staring at Britain with glistening, lust filled seeing spheres, as the country rips a leg off JK Rowling and spanks y/n with the bloody limb.

"Booby tits," Britain says, dirty talking in british. "Numpty pillock pish tosh wally."

Y/n is so aroused at the sound of the british potty words that they cum straight into Britain's tea.

[imaginethebeautifulworld]

england x reader: camhanaich

*

Arthur had never been one for showing vulnerability, always preferring to be the one initiating any contact, the one who constantly bestowed compliments that left you breathless.

So now, when the sky was painted a deep blue hinting at the coming dawn, you took advantage of his unconsciousness to ponder your relationship with the man beside you.

It had only been your first night together, conversation lasting long into the late hours of the night, long past any hopes of catching the Tube or a safe bus ride home. He had suggested it confidently, but you could tell he had been as nervous as you.

Falling into bed had left both of you sleep drunk, he pressing kisses constantly to your knuckles, always between a steady, ridiculous barrage of teases that left both of you in giggles, words and laughter trailing away as you both eventually succumbed to sleep.

But rest was limited, your nerves leaving you tossing and turning, awake long before the first birds had even begun singing. But now-

At some point during the night, he had rolled onto his stomach, his t-shirt long-abandoned to the far corner of the room, hair a dishevelled mess that made him deceptively angelic.

You fought a smile; he'd kill you if he found out that you had ever thought him "cute."

Unwilling to disturb him, hyper-aware of how little he slept anyway, you contented yourself to studying his exposed shoulders, counting the freckles that peppered his skin; there were only a few, scattered as if someone had flicked paint droplets across his back.

As the deep blues faded into soft greys, you were able to take in more, wincing upon discovery of the blush zigzags spread all across his back, highlighting an alarming amount of scars.

For several moments you held yourself back, inexplicable despair filling you upon realizing just how deep so many appeared to be. There weren't many, not enough to send you into a total panic, but just enough that you wished-

It seemed your fingers had a mind of their own, hovering over the most severe, a cut that started at the base of his neck and disappeared somewhere beneath the covers.

So entranced were you that you hadn't noticed that his eyes had slipped open, that he was holding his breath.

Gently, as if you were trying to caress a butterfly's wing, you let your fingertips graze the elevated skin, a broken sigh slipping past your lips.

"Oh, Arthur..."

"I got that one back in 1900."

You gasped in your shock, retreating immediately at the presence of his voice.

“Artie-”

"Would have been worse if not for Matthew showing up when he did," he continued as if you hadn't spoken, as if he was completely ignorant of your guilt.

Slowly, he turned his head to place his other cheek on his pillow, his expression earnest and open. There was a softness about his eyes, a look that had you relaxing again almost immediately.

"I didn't mean to wake you," you whispered in apology, unable to repress your regret.

He hummed at your words, seeking your hand to draw to his lips, murmuring into your palm, eyes slipping shut in fatigue. "Don’t you dare apologise. Last night was the best sleep I've had all decade."

It was no different than any of the gestures he had made the night before, but now with the dawn's rosy glow dusting his cheeks, the heavy flutter to each of his lazy blinks, the complaisance with which he had casually admitted something so intimate-

Your heart stuttered against your will, embarrassment creeping through you.

"Arthur-"

His eyes opened once more, gaze locking your own with unwavering intensity.

For a moment, for an infinity, the world fell away, your only reality the firm press of his lips to the base of your palm, the steady breaths tickling between your fingers, and the heavy weight of his attention.

You couldn't recall who had moved first, only knew that soft lips began to trace over your own and calloused fingertips were gently caressing your cheeks. When you finally opened your eyes once more,  you were free to survey heated cheeks and the yet unspoken affection shining in his eyes, a saccharine smile highlighting his contentment.

It was still too early for either of you to name the emotion hovering in the limited space between you, still too soon for either of you to completely expose your vulnerabilities.

But as he shifted back beneath the covers, capturing each of your hands within his own-

You knew it was only a matter of time before Arthur Kirkland completely stole your heart.

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[fandom-meanderer]

Let’s Enjoy Today

Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia

Pairing: England x Reader

Part: [1/1] 

Genre: Romance

Word Count: 1,039 Words

Warnings: None

Other Notes: First story here! Please don’t be too hard on me haha

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Today was another suckish day for you, your boss had scolded you for doing a terrible job again, your car got a flat tire, and you tore your favorite shirt, there is absolutely no way today could get worse

You were obviously stressed out. Be it because of your stiff posture or because of the edge in your voice, people started to steer clear of you. You were snapped to of your thoughts when a certain Italian came up to you.

"Ciao, bella! How are you?" Feliciano smiles.

"Terrible," You replied.

"But why?" Feli gasped. You explained everything that happened to you earlier today. "Oh, that’s so sad! Do you want to get some gelato with me?”

"No, Feli, I'm fine," You walked off, trying to avoid any more conversation. To clear your mind, you decided to continue your walk in the park, popping in both earbuds to drown out the world.

As you walked around in the park. You couldn’t help but notice Alfred running towards you at full speed and flailing his arms like the child he is. You were in no way up to his antics.

"(NAME)!" He calls.

"What do you want?!"

"YOU HAVE GOT TO SEE THIS!" He yelled as he dragged you to what looked like a stage. You pull off your earbuds and began to hear music. Up on the park’s stone stage, you saw your Gilbert on the drums, Francis on the electric keyboard, and Antonio on the bass. And finally, in the center of it all was the one and only Arthur Kirkland, an electric bass sitting naturally in his hands and a mic standing innocently in front of him.

“One! Two! One, two, three, four!” Gilbert counts off.

It is a practice of the noble to have afternoon tea Don't you want to watch the flowers bloom by the River Thames? The sight that can be seen from the window is most wonderful, Even in rainy Hampstead, where it is always damp

You couldn’t conceal your surprise. Arthur Kirkland, the “gentleman before all else,” singing a pop rock song! You listened to his voice, trying to comprehend why. You could feel his emotions being poured into the song, and your mouth twitched a little, almost a smile.

Do not run away, no matter what happens Keep on carrying with you the pride and dignity

As he sang this verse, you could have sworn you shared eye contact. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t starting to get into the song.

I can hear the resounding chimes of the Big Ben And 4 quarter bells telling me that it's mid-day Ladies & Gentlemen, protect our history and morals Don't dishonour our shining glory

You barely noticed your foot tapping to the beat of the song. Every now and then, he would look at you, but continue singing. You saw that Alfred was also getting into it, despite his obvious dislike for Arthur. And it was certainly hard to ignore the crowd that was being drawn. And the park security.

Suits and pea coats make one look smart It is impossible to imitate such elegant sense of dress I will not lose to France in either fashion or tradition What is there to be jealous of in silky hair, anyway?

You watched as Francis made a face to Arthur, but he still kept playing. You looked at Arthur to see that he was putting a lot of energy into this fiasco, it seemed almost too out of character.

Postprandial pudding, best flavour in the world Even the famous scotch egg is very addictive too The black tea from my house is unrivalled If you brew it with the Golden Rule, the taste is supreme In the twilight of London, Tower Bridge is standing tall Have some tea and do some sightseeing, You'll be escorted to the wonderful charm there

You continued to dance along as Arthur started to rock out on his solo. At this point, all of that day’s struggles were long forgotten about. Yet you were still wondering when he decided to do this.

Do not run away, no matter what happens Keep on carrying with you the pride and dignity

You suddenly felt someone grab your hand and pull you on stage, you saw that it was Arthur, you began to dance along with him as he sang and played the guitar. It suddenly struck you, why he did this, that is... Feli must have told him that you were having a bad day.

“Come on! You can dance better than that!” Gilbert laughed behind you.

I will continue moving forward, heedless of the headwind Just like the Eurostar that runs like on wings As always, my style will never change Combining the old and the modern, I will carry on

"What do you think, mon cheri?" Francis said as he leaned in close to you.

"Is he doing this for me?" You asked.

"Oui. Feli told him you were having a bad day. So he gathered us together to do this."

"Sí! At first, we didn't want to do it, because you know Arthur is kind of a prick. But then we heard that it was for you, so we gladly accepted!" Antonio said as he moved in next to you, still playing the bass.

"He'd do that... For me?"

"Ja! It's awesome! Right, Frau?" Gilbert screeched.

Today I can hear the resounding chimes of the Big Ben And 4 quarter bells telling me the time still The beautiful Cotswold and mysterious Stonehenge Ladies & Gentlemen, let's enjoy today with the limited time we have

As Arthur finished the song, you quickly jumped onto him.

"Thanks, Artie!"

"Anything for you, love!"

"So why did you do it?" You asked as you crawled down. 

"Well, um, it was just strange seeing you so upset," he stumbles.

“He wants to kiss you!" Gilbert cackles. You feel your face turn red and looked away.

“At least take me out to dinner first,” you tease. When you turn back to him you see Gilbert tumble off the stage and Arthur brandishing his guitar. “Hey, calm down you two! Let’s-” You shut your mouth for a short while.

“Let’s enjoy today!”