Terms used in this fan-fic:
F/N : Full Name
Y/N : Your Name
B/F : Best Friend
Haphephobia: Fear of being touched and hugged
caffè ragazza: Coffee girl
Sì, signore?: Yes, sir?
Guten Tag, hübsches Mädchen: Good day, pretty girl.
{Enjoy!}
u gaze across the room inside Worlds Cafe. It being an early Sunday morning, as in 3:34 early, business was extremely slow and only two people where in the cafe. u are not, in face, looking at the 20 jaar old Italian who has thick, dark brown hair with Green eyes and a black business suit, but at the British bloke with blond hair, moss green eyes and a distant look in his eyes.
"Coffee girl!" snaps the Italian, causing u to jump, "Coffee. Here. Now." u Smile at the man. "Right away sir." u say cheerily. u grab the pot of black coffee and gracefully walk over to the Italian. u poor his coffee and he grumbles out a 'thank you.' u turn to walk away, but the Italian say, "Wait for a moment, caffè ragazza." u turn roll your eyes once before u turn around. "Sì, signore?" u ask, choosing to use Italian in hopes that u will get a good tip.
"Call me Romano." Says the Italian, "I just have to know. Are u from Britain?" u smile wider. "Yes I am. Derby, sir- I mean, Romano." The Italian Has a smug look on is face. "Okay then. Ciao, caffè ragazza." The Italian Throws some bills on the tafel, tabel and leaves.
After the Italian is out of sight, u sigh. Faking cheeriness is a challenge when u run a 3:00am to 9:00am shift. u count out the bills, take the tip u earned, and begin to clean up the table. u place the coffee mug and the plate on the tray and u bring it all to the back to be cleaned door the janitor. When u come back, u look at the British fellow again. This time, u see him looking directly at a fairy that it sitting on the sugar shaker. u seem to attract mythical creatures everywhere u go. u glance away from the brit and start to make some meer black coffee.
After u finish that, u look up at the Brit again. This time, he was looking at you. The British man's arm slips and he knocks over his coffee. u stop what you're doing and u go over to make sure that he's okay.
"Are u okay, sir?" u ask with genuine concern. The brit stands up, face flushed. "I-I'm fine!" He says quickly. The only thing he manages to do door standing up is nearly knocking over the table. u catch it and place it in it's upright position. "Just clam down for a second, why don't you!" u exclaim. u look at the british fellow and u drag him into the back. "You need a new shirt." u say flatly, "There are some in the back.I think a mad last week left a tie here so maybe u can use that.
"T-thanks." says the brit. u sigh and toon him to the room. "Find one that fits and come out when you're done changing." u say. The brit nods his head and u walk out. u take a rag and clean up the mess that the brit had caused. After a minuut of two, the spill is erased and the tafel, tabel is in it's upright position. u glance towards the counter and see that the man is finished changing.
u walk up to him. "Well," u say, "Thank u for making my shift interesting... What did u say your name was?" The Brit jumps. "I-I'm Arthur Kirkland, human personification of Britain. I-I'm here for a meeting." u raise an eyebrow. u are good at finding lies, but this bloke appears to be honest. "Well, I'm F/N." Britain smiles at you. "Pleasure." he says as he sticks out his hand for u to shake which u regard it nervously. "Quite." u say.
Britain looks past you. "You should have let me help. with the spill I mean." he says. u laugh. "It was nothing." u say, "Plus, if I let u help, I would get in trouble with my boss." Britain nods his head.
For a while, the two of u stand in silence. Suddenly, Flying Mint-Bunny fly's and lands on your shoulder. u smile and scratch his head. "You can see... u can see flying mint bunny!?" Exclaims Britain. Your eyes widen. "You can see Flying Mint-Bunny?!" u ask in equal confusion. Suddenly, u are hugged door Britain. "I thought I was the only one!" He exclaims. u scream and push Britain away. In you're mind u are actually very pleased with the fact that a complete stranger, and a cute one too, had hugged you, but your extreme phobia caused u to do otherwise.
Britain blushed and released u from the hug. "Sorry." he says. u sigh and smile softly. "It's okay." u say, "I just have a fear of being touched of hugged. Haphephobia I think it's called." Britain nods his head. Britain pulls out a pen and a sticky note. "We should talk sometime." He says as he scribbles down some information. He hands u the sticky note, careful not to touch you. u smile and put the paper in your pocket. Britain hands u an american $10.00 bill and walks towards the door. "Goodbye, Britain!" u say. Britain smiled and leaves.
{Magical time kip}
At around 8:57, your replacement, B/F, comes to take his/her shift. "Hey, Y/N!" he/she says, "Good shift?" Your friend is aware that u never have good shift's and it was made a joke between u two. "In fact yes!" u say. Your friend raises an eyebrow. "Oh?" u giggle. "Not explaining! Bye!"
u head about the town all swaged out in your Doctor Who sleeveless hoodie, your black skinny jeans, and your red high tops. u put your headphones in your ears and black the music. u walk around town for about thirty minuten before u stop. In front of you, is a building. The building had four flag poles all of them filled the flags of many different countries. u enter the building.
As soon as u enter, u are met the sounds of many people talking in different languages. u understand the German, Canadian French, Italian and Japanese, but everything else is like gibberish to your ears. Suddenly, u are pinned to the wall. "Guten Tag, hübsches Mädchen." Says the albino in front of you. u flinch away. "Sid off!" u spit at him, masking your fear with toughness. The german smiles. "Awww...feisty isn't she? However, I have always liked a girl with an attitude." The German touches your face. u scream.
"Y/N!" u hear someone say. there is a movement through the crowd of people. Suddenly, Britain pushes his way through the crowd. "Britain!!" u scream. u shrink down into a ball on the floor and cover your head with your arms. u plug your ears and refuse to open your eyes. u sense that the albino is no longer hovering over u and u open your eyes to see what is going on.
u see the albino on the floor, knocked out, and Britain sitting in front of you, worry in his eyes. u unplug your ears and listen to what Britain is saying to you. "Y/N. Are u okay? Prussia isn't going to bother u any more. Please tell me that you're okay!" u wipe the tears off your face hastily. "it's just.. it's just my Haphephobia. I'm sorry. I'm so... sorry." u pass out.
{Magical time skip}
When u wake up, u find yourself looking into a set of familiar green eyes. "Is she awake yet, Artie?" u hear an American say. Britain turns around and nods his head. u groan. "Where am I? How did I get here?" u say groggily. Britain smiles sadly. "You're in the lounge area of the World Conference building in New York. America carried you- Y/N? Are u okay?" Your eyes widen. u were CARRIED? Touched? u start to panic. "I was touched?" u say quietly, "I-I... why? Why couldn't u have just left me there? I would have been fine and-"
Britain kisses you. At first, u are in shock. This was the highest form of being touched. Slowly, as he continues to kiss you, u start to relax and feel pleasure. The kiss was nice... his touch was nice, too. Britain stops kissing u for a moment. "Y/N, I know I just met u this morning, but I know that u are the one I want to spend the rest of my life with. I don't care if u have Haphephobia. I can work with that. I love you."
u smile. Just a few minuten ago, u were in a panic, and now, u craved for his touch. "I think," u say, "I think I love u too." For a while, the two of u kissed, not caring what America was in the room. Eventually, America pulls u two apart and says, "Alright! Show's over! Get a room!" u giggle and look deep into the British blokes moss green eyes. He really was the one u wanted to be in love with. Better yet, he helped u get over your Haphephobia.
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I'm sorry if this was complete crap!!! I was in a rush and I got caught up in a lot of other stuff! I always write the original plan out in my notebook, but i guess i got sidetracked! Anaaaanywho, please give me suggestions for meer X Readers! I've already written a Poland X Reader with two parts and now a Britain X Reader. Have a lovely day!
Yours truly, kid_symmetry
F/N : Full Name
Y/N : Your Name
B/F : Best Friend
Haphephobia: Fear of being touched and hugged
caffè ragazza: Coffee girl
Sì, signore?: Yes, sir?
Guten Tag, hübsches Mädchen: Good day, pretty girl.
{Enjoy!}
u gaze across the room inside Worlds Cafe. It being an early Sunday morning, as in 3:34 early, business was extremely slow and only two people where in the cafe. u are not, in face, looking at the 20 jaar old Italian who has thick, dark brown hair with Green eyes and a black business suit, but at the British bloke with blond hair, moss green eyes and a distant look in his eyes.
"Coffee girl!" snaps the Italian, causing u to jump, "Coffee. Here. Now." u Smile at the man. "Right away sir." u say cheerily. u grab the pot of black coffee and gracefully walk over to the Italian. u poor his coffee and he grumbles out a 'thank you.' u turn to walk away, but the Italian say, "Wait for a moment, caffè ragazza." u turn roll your eyes once before u turn around. "Sì, signore?" u ask, choosing to use Italian in hopes that u will get a good tip.
"Call me Romano." Says the Italian, "I just have to know. Are u from Britain?" u smile wider. "Yes I am. Derby, sir- I mean, Romano." The Italian Has a smug look on is face. "Okay then. Ciao, caffè ragazza." The Italian Throws some bills on the tafel, tabel and leaves.
After the Italian is out of sight, u sigh. Faking cheeriness is a challenge when u run a 3:00am to 9:00am shift. u count out the bills, take the tip u earned, and begin to clean up the table. u place the coffee mug and the plate on the tray and u bring it all to the back to be cleaned door the janitor. When u come back, u look at the British fellow again. This time, u see him looking directly at a fairy that it sitting on the sugar shaker. u seem to attract mythical creatures everywhere u go. u glance away from the brit and start to make some meer black coffee.
After u finish that, u look up at the Brit again. This time, he was looking at you. The British man's arm slips and he knocks over his coffee. u stop what you're doing and u go over to make sure that he's okay.
"Are u okay, sir?" u ask with genuine concern. The brit stands up, face flushed. "I-I'm fine!" He says quickly. The only thing he manages to do door standing up is nearly knocking over the table. u catch it and place it in it's upright position. "Just clam down for a second, why don't you!" u exclaim. u look at the british fellow and u drag him into the back. "You need a new shirt." u say flatly, "There are some in the back.I think a mad last week left a tie here so maybe u can use that.
"T-thanks." says the brit. u sigh and toon him to the room. "Find one that fits and come out when you're done changing." u say. The brit nods his head and u walk out. u take a rag and clean up the mess that the brit had caused. After a minuut of two, the spill is erased and the tafel, tabel is in it's upright position. u glance towards the counter and see that the man is finished changing.
u walk up to him. "Well," u say, "Thank u for making my shift interesting... What did u say your name was?" The Brit jumps. "I-I'm Arthur Kirkland, human personification of Britain. I-I'm here for a meeting." u raise an eyebrow. u are good at finding lies, but this bloke appears to be honest. "Well, I'm F/N." Britain smiles at you. "Pleasure." he says as he sticks out his hand for u to shake which u regard it nervously. "Quite." u say.
Britain looks past you. "You should have let me help. with the spill I mean." he says. u laugh. "It was nothing." u say, "Plus, if I let u help, I would get in trouble with my boss." Britain nods his head.
For a while, the two of u stand in silence. Suddenly, Flying Mint-Bunny fly's and lands on your shoulder. u smile and scratch his head. "You can see... u can see flying mint bunny!?" Exclaims Britain. Your eyes widen. "You can see Flying Mint-Bunny?!" u ask in equal confusion. Suddenly, u are hugged door Britain. "I thought I was the only one!" He exclaims. u scream and push Britain away. In you're mind u are actually very pleased with the fact that a complete stranger, and a cute one too, had hugged you, but your extreme phobia caused u to do otherwise.
Britain blushed and released u from the hug. "Sorry." he says. u sigh and smile softly. "It's okay." u say, "I just have a fear of being touched of hugged. Haphephobia I think it's called." Britain nods his head. Britain pulls out a pen and a sticky note. "We should talk sometime." He says as he scribbles down some information. He hands u the sticky note, careful not to touch you. u smile and put the paper in your pocket. Britain hands u an american $10.00 bill and walks towards the door. "Goodbye, Britain!" u say. Britain smiled and leaves.
{Magical time kip}
At around 8:57, your replacement, B/F, comes to take his/her shift. "Hey, Y/N!" he/she says, "Good shift?" Your friend is aware that u never have good shift's and it was made a joke between u two. "In fact yes!" u say. Your friend raises an eyebrow. "Oh?" u giggle. "Not explaining! Bye!"
u head about the town all swaged out in your Doctor Who sleeveless hoodie, your black skinny jeans, and your red high tops. u put your headphones in your ears and black the music. u walk around town for about thirty minuten before u stop. In front of you, is a building. The building had four flag poles all of them filled the flags of many different countries. u enter the building.
As soon as u enter, u are met the sounds of many people talking in different languages. u understand the German, Canadian French, Italian and Japanese, but everything else is like gibberish to your ears. Suddenly, u are pinned to the wall. "Guten Tag, hübsches Mädchen." Says the albino in front of you. u flinch away. "Sid off!" u spit at him, masking your fear with toughness. The german smiles. "Awww...feisty isn't she? However, I have always liked a girl with an attitude." The German touches your face. u scream.
"Y/N!" u hear someone say. there is a movement through the crowd of people. Suddenly, Britain pushes his way through the crowd. "Britain!!" u scream. u shrink down into a ball on the floor and cover your head with your arms. u plug your ears and refuse to open your eyes. u sense that the albino is no longer hovering over u and u open your eyes to see what is going on.
u see the albino on the floor, knocked out, and Britain sitting in front of you, worry in his eyes. u unplug your ears and listen to what Britain is saying to you. "Y/N. Are u okay? Prussia isn't going to bother u any more. Please tell me that you're okay!" u wipe the tears off your face hastily. "it's just.. it's just my Haphephobia. I'm sorry. I'm so... sorry." u pass out.
{Magical time skip}
When u wake up, u find yourself looking into a set of familiar green eyes. "Is she awake yet, Artie?" u hear an American say. Britain turns around and nods his head. u groan. "Where am I? How did I get here?" u say groggily. Britain smiles sadly. "You're in the lounge area of the World Conference building in New York. America carried you- Y/N? Are u okay?" Your eyes widen. u were CARRIED? Touched? u start to panic. "I was touched?" u say quietly, "I-I... why? Why couldn't u have just left me there? I would have been fine and-"
Britain kisses you. At first, u are in shock. This was the highest form of being touched. Slowly, as he continues to kiss you, u start to relax and feel pleasure. The kiss was nice... his touch was nice, too. Britain stops kissing u for a moment. "Y/N, I know I just met u this morning, but I know that u are the one I want to spend the rest of my life with. I don't care if u have Haphephobia. I can work with that. I love you."
u smile. Just a few minuten ago, u were in a panic, and now, u craved for his touch. "I think," u say, "I think I love u too." For a while, the two of u kissed, not caring what America was in the room. Eventually, America pulls u two apart and says, "Alright! Show's over! Get a room!" u giggle and look deep into the British blokes moss green eyes. He really was the one u wanted to be in love with. Better yet, he helped u get over your Haphephobia.
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I'm sorry if this was complete crap!!! I was in a rush and I got caught up in a lot of other stuff! I always write the original plan out in my notebook, but i guess i got sidetracked! Anaaaanywho, please give me suggestions for meer X Readers! I've already written a Poland X Reader with two parts and now a Britain X Reader. Have a lovely day!
Yours truly, kid_symmetry
Allies:
France x England
Canada x America
Russia x China
Axis:
Germany x Italy
Japan x Greece
Soviet:
Latvia x Ukraine
Estonia x Belarus
Lithuania x Poland
Nordics:
Sweden x Finland
Denmark x Norway
Iceland x Hong Kong
Other:
Austria x Switzerland
Prussia x Hungary
Spain x Romano
Sealand x Liechtenstein
South Korea x Taiwan
Germania x Roman Empire
Netherlands x Belguim
Egypt x Seychelles
Thailand x Vietnam