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Take A Chance (England x Reader)

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England Heart by myksz

She's been beaten down
Trampled on.
She swore to herself that she'd never
Ever love again,
For a while,
For a while.
'Cause love is for fools that's what she said
And she's insecure and she goes out the door
'Cause her hearts been broken too many times before
And she's insecure just like before.
But hey take a chance on me.

ARTHUR

I sighed; ____ was crying—again. The most probable reason must be because that stupid git Alfred broke up with the girl. This innocent girl that wouldn’t hurt a fly fell for my stupid half-brother. If anyone asked me, I’d say he doesn’t deserve her. She’s too good, to kind, too intelligent, too beautiful for him.

            As I walked over to ____’s seat near the window of the classroom, I couldn’t help but gaze at her figure—slouched back, head in her hands, wrinkled clothes, tear-stained face. Seeing her that way made me want to punch my half-brother senseless.

            I grabbed a chair and settled myself beside ____.

            “What did I do?” she was muttering. “Where did I go wrong?”

            I patted her back, trying to comfort her when I saw tiny drops of water form on her desk. My heart clenched.

            “Don’t worry, love,” I whispered near her ear. “You didn’t do anything. It’s that wanker, Alfred’s fault. He doesn’t have the brains to process what a great girl he had. Just put him out of your mind and ignore him.”

            But ____ continued sniffling. “But, Arthur…” she muttered, “I love him.” ____ raised her head and looked at me with tears streaming down her face. “And because he broke up with me, I am never going to love again…” And with that, she stood up and ran out the door, leaving me to stare after her.

            Good God, this was worse than before. She must’ve really loved my stupid brother to say that she wouldn’t love again. The last time someone broke up with her, she just said that love was for fools and that she’d be more careful with who she chooses the next time. No doubt by the next day, she’d be back to her oversized black hoodies and earphones, trying to hide from as many prying eyes as possible.

            But I just wish she would remember that I was there for her—her best friend since elementary school. I always was, whether she wanted my help or not. And, I’ve got to admit, I’ve come to have a bit of a crush on her for the past few years.

            I sighed. But I just wish she would take a chance on me.

 

'Cause somebody tore your heart
And threw it away
Never to come back again
No oh ouh whou.
Now you're terrified and now you're afraid to fall
But baby i know you're hurt but take a chance on me
My dear.
We'll pick up the pieces we'll pick up the pieces
And we'll be
We'll be alright from here.
Ohh ohhh ohhh


In the following days, I tried to get ____ to leave her house. As I had originally expected, she was wearing her favorite oversized black hoodie with a big and pink broken heart in the front, with her earphones stuck in her ears, no doubt playing sad and depressing songs.

            I sighed, exasperated, and tried to reach for her earphones for the fifth time. “Would you just—take off the earphones, ____! You need to—get out!” I shouted over the music blocking her ears.

            But, surprisingly, she heard me. “No—Arthur!” she shouted, covering her ears so I wouldn’t get those bloody contraptions. “I don’t want to go outside! Somebody who knows Alfred might see me!”

            “We don’t have to go outside, ____. I just want you to take off those things in your ears so I can talk to you properly!” I said, my patience wearing thin. I huffed, then straightened my favorite green sweater, even though it was about eighty degrees outside.

            ____, though with a—cute—pout on her lips, pulled the earphones out of her ears and gestured for me to sit on the sofa beside her. I did so, doing my best to conduct myself as a gentleman should. I didn’t want her to notice that I had a crush on her, but I doubted that she would even notice in her state.

            I cleared my throat and asked, “How are you feeling, ____?”

            She sighed. “Not good, Artie,” she answered; I felt my eye twitch at the nickname she had given me years ago.

            “Would you mind if I asked if I could stay with you here tonight?” ____ lives alone and I worried for her well-being. I couldn’t trust her alone with all these knives and scissors around.

            ____ looked at me a moment, but said, “Sure, you can stay. Just grab your things and I’ll prepare your room while you’re out.” She gave me a small smile and my heart fluttered. Even the simplest of gestures could get such a reaction from me now. But it hurts to think that she would do those adorable things while heartbroken. I just want to fix her so I could see her smile her happy and cheerful smile.

            But if she’d only take a chance on me once in a while, we would be all right in no time.

 

And she's so afraid , so afraid
She keep her head down low so love would come away
But if you listen close, listen close
Her heart's beating fast but look in for an escape
But she's insecure and she goes out the door
'Cause her hearts been broken too many times before
And she's insecure just like before
But hey take a chance on me.


That night, I lay on a guest bed in ____’s home, unable to sleep. ____ had my mind too preoccupied to sleep.

            I had noticed how she acted at dinner earlier tonight—her head was hung low and in the mostly silent dinner, I could hear a faint thumping—what I assumed was her heart that was beating a mile a minute. In the middle of eating, she even shot up from her chair and walked out the room, coming in again a few minutes late with red and puffy eyes; I pretended not to notice.

            And now, here I was, facing the ceiling of the guest room, thinking about how ____ had cried out her frustrations and sadness again by crying. Alone. She didn’t even ask me for help. I mean, it wasn’t like I could do anything more in that instance, but at least she would have a shoulder to cry on.

            But, again, if only she’d take a chance on me.

 

'Cause somebody tore your heart
And threw it away
Never to come back again
No oh ouh whou
Now you're terrified and now you're afraid to fall
But baby i know you're hurt but take a chance on me
My dear
We'll pick up the pieces we'll pick up the pieces
And we'll be
We'll be alright from here
Ooh
Ooh
From here
Ooooh

The next day, I kept thinking about ____. I was in my own house now, but she just won’t get out of my head. If only she knew how much I thought of her, how much I wanted her to smile, and how much I wanted to help her get over my idiot of a brother.

            We would be all right already if she had only asked for my shoulder whenever she wanted to cry out her sorrows. I wouldn’t go anywhere, I wouldn’t leave her alone.

            So why won’t she take a chance on me?

 

And the stars ,they fall ,with nowhere to go
And the stars ,they fall ,with nowhere to go

When somebody tears your heart,
No it's not the end
Someone will come along
Better than the rest

 

I walked to my window and gazed at the deep blue sky, spotting a falling star immediately. It was like ____, falling from happiness to sadness in a span of a second. If she would let me, I would tell her it wasn’t the end. Just because that git broke up with her doesn’t mean that there wasn’t someone who didn’t love her as her whole self. I wanted to tell her that someone will come along who was better than Alfred. Better than Gilbert, or Lovino, or any of the others that she had dated before. Someone who would stay by her side through thick and thin.

            Someone like me.

 

When somebody tore your heart
And threw it away
Never to come back again
No ouh whou
Now you're terrified
And now you're afraid to fall.

But baby i know you're hurt
But take a chance on me my dear
We'll pick up the pieces we'll pick up the pieces
And we'll be,
We'll be alright from here
Ohhh ohhh
Ohhh ohh
Hmmmm.

 

I ran to ____’s house as fast as I could. It was time to make my move. Even if she doesn’t feel the same, I wouldn’t care. I just wanted her to know that there was someone who loved her, even when she didn’t love herself. I wanted to tell her I loved her.

            I knocked on ____’s door furiously, but waited with patience—something a gentleman must have if he were to woo his lady.

            The door opened and I was blessed by the sight of ____ in another one of her hoodies and a pair of sleeping shorts. She looked so cute that I almost lost my composure.

            “Arthur?” she said. “What are you doing here? It’s the middle of the night.” She sleepily rubbed her eyes with the ball of her hand, looking terribly adorable.

            I couldn’t help myself anymore and grabbed her hand. I pulled her towards me. Her lips met with mine and I kissed her as passionately as I could, given the situation we were in. I pulled away from her and hugged her to me, resting my chin on the top of her head.

            ____ was still in my embrace, but I didn’t let it deter me from my mission.

            “I love you, ____; I just wanted you to know that. I wanted you to know that I will always be here for you, no matter how much you would hate me after tonight.

            “You are the loveliest person I’ve ever met. You have the best smile in the world. I love that smile. I love your wit, your (h/c) hair, your (e/c) eyes; I love all of you!” I pulled away and looked into her eyes. “I just wanted you to know that.”

            ____ was just staring at me, wide-eyed, mouth slightly open. My heart was breaking slightly at the sight of it. She must’ve hated me by now.

            I just sighed, giving up. I let my hands fall from where they were on her shoulders and started to turn away when I felt ____’s hand clasp mine. I looked towards her and the next thing I knew, she was kissing me. I kissed her back with equal enthusiasm. I cradled her cheek in my palm and moved my lips with hers. My mind kept replaying those three words that described how I felt for this girl I held in my arms.

            I love you, I love you, I love you.

 

THE END


OH MY GOD! It's my third fanfic of the day! :iconyayamericaplz: WOOHOO! IT'S ENGLAND!!

Anyway.

This one's for Michael again, since he told me to include all the songs he suggested to me, three in total. I'll upload his last one tomorrow.

ENGLAND!!!! I LOVE YOU!!! :iconsexyenglandplz: This was really fun, and yet confusing to write, since I find it hard to write British characters. I love England regardles, though!

COMMENT PLEASE! THEM SAYIN'S ARE APPRECIATED!


DISCLAIMER:
England/Arthur Kirkland (c) Himaruya Hidekaz

America/Alfred F. Jones (c) Himaruya Hidekaz

Prussia/Gilbert Beilschmidt (c) Himaruya Hidekaz

Romano/South Italy/Lovino Vargas (c) Himaruya Hidekaz

You (c) You (or Arthur, but he's mine) (or Alfred) (or Gilbert) (or Lovino)

Take A Chance (c) Luigi D' Avola

Picture (c) Whoever Owns It


Story (c) ME
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Fuck you Al
I'll go and destroy every McDonald's branch there is muahaha
Artie is so cute in this I mean when hasn't he been cute squeeeeeeeeeee