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Servant!EnglandxDepressed!Lonely!Reader Part 1 WARNING England might be a bit ooc >_< and it contains fluff?! "Lonely" That was the right word to describe somone like you. You come from a rich family and was bullied all your life. it went so far that you even started to cut yourself, your parents were worried about your healt. So they send you somewhere outside town, you were going to live in a mansion and go to a new school. The only positive thing you found was that you were going to be alone. You didn't mind being lonely, not after what you have been going through. You entered the mansion and it looked like a big hotel. Someone stood n

 For once in your entire life, you were actually excited for something. You had just recently moved to Tokyo, Japan because you had a passion for anime and manga. What better place to buy and learn about it than where it originated from? You still weren't used to the culture and language of the strange place, given you were (i/n) and had never once thought you would ever move away from your home. Your dream was to write and illistrate your own manga book, but that would be impossible without the right help. You hadn't met many friends yet, but the friends you did know were also interested in anime, so it made you feel more relaxed around them

      "Are there anymore…?" You ask him, referring to his countless injuries. There are no life-threatening wounds, but the fact that he's hurt bothers you to begin with. You hate it when Alfred gets hurt. It doesn't happen often, but when it does, you can't help but want to lock him away from all the dangers of the world, keeping him safe from any harm. "No, you got all of them, [Name]. I owe you big time."       You nod, stomach churning and flipping around. America sits on the couch with a small slouch, most of his body covered in bandages. His left eye is quite the shiner and throbs whenever its touched. "Who did this to you?" You que

“HEYYYY MATHEWWWWW!” You screamed, running down the hall. Your Canadian friend winced at the volume of your voice and turned to greet you just as you tried to tackle him with a hug. He stumbled backwards, but managed to stay on his feet. You released him grinned again. “Hello, (name),” Mathew said quietly with a soft smile. “Hey Mattie! Guess what I learned to do?” you asked enthusiastically. “Speak at a normal level?” he jokingly guessed. You lightly smacked his arm and poked your tongue out, childishly. “No, silly, guess again,” you said. “I don’t know,” he