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NekoEnglandxXxReader-Chapter 2-Where Have You GoneIt's been a while since that horrible mistake had arose between you and Arthur. Your heart was slowly breaking as he hadn't replied to any of your texts or the numerous messages you had left on his voice mail. You had tried to set yourself away from Arthur as far as possible, hoping he would of calmed down, allowing you to tell him what had really happened on that day. Did he really hate you that much? Oh how you wished to be able to fix that mistake.NekoEnglandxXxReader-Chapter 2-Where Have You Gone by ~veneziano102
After a while you started to worry, he apparently hadn't attended the latest meeting and some of the countries noticed his disappearance ( Although some were quite happy of his absence ). When you had gone and asked the other countries how he was going they all seemed to respond the same way...
"I'm Sorry, Dudette"
"I'm Sorry, Aru"
"I'm Sorry, Mon Cher"
"I'm Sorry, Da"
"I'ma Sorry, Bella"
"I'm Sorry, Chicka"
"We haven't herd of him lately"
You were currently driving towards Arthur's house to go check on him. Right now you really didn't ca
America x Reader - Sad, beautiful, tragic - 1 -Long, handwritten note, deep in your pocket.America x Reader - Sad, beautiful, tragic - 1 - by =harleybot
Words, how little they mean, when you're a little too late.
I stood right back the tracks, your face in a locket.
Good girls, hopeful they'll be, and long they will wait.
I sighed, staring around as I waited for the train to pass, sitting back in the drivers seat as the train quickly passed, rummaging around in my purse a bit before hitting my knuckle against something, wincing a bit. Damn it hurt when you hit metal against your knuckles. Same as a pencil and so forth – But this was metal. I don't think I own anything metal that I would normally put in my purse… Right? I pulled it out
Sta.sh
