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Author's Note: Hey. Um...sorry, I've been busy...reading book 3! So yeah. Don't ask about book 3, please. Also, I'm quite excited to write this, since I've seen so many of these kinds of England and 2PEngland stories and England ALWAYS wins. It's quite sad, really. Just saying. This is part two, which is for 
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England x Chubby!Reader x 2P!England
Oliver pouted, kicking Arthur's mind, giving the Brit on the outside a really painful headache. Seriously, Oliver can kick dude! Arthur rubbed his temples, hoping the headache would go away. But Oliver only kicked harder. Arthur groaned. It hurt like hell! Just saying.
"Hey...are you alright Arthur?" you asked him, very concerned.
"Nothing really, love. Just a headache is all," he replied.
"Okay. Just tell me if you need anything. I hope you get better, Artur."
He smiled a bit."Thank you love."
Oliver seemed to have steam coming out from his ears. Dammit, why did you treat this git so well!? Oliver only kicked more and Arthur hissed.
"You don't seem alright Arthur. Did you fall on your head earlier...?" you asked.
"No. It really hurts though," he hissed some more in pain.
"I'll get you some ice, okay? Wait here."
"Yes, I think that would help. Thank you, love."
You smiled and went downstairs for some ice.
"WHY?! WHY IS SHE SO KIND TO YOU?!" Oliver yelled.
You came back upstairs with a bag of ice. You put it against his forehead. Arthur blushed lightly, wait, that was your imagination. He smiled at you.
"Thank you, _________________."
You smiled back."No problem Artie! I just want you to get better, okay? This headache seems pretty bad..."
"Yeah. It hurts like hell. I wonder why..."
"You're probably thinking too much. After all, we have exams soon."
"Yes, maybe that's it. Let's get back to studying, shall we?"
You nodded, looking back at the page. Oliver sighed. Why were you so cute? Adorable. He loved you even more than Arthur. Though he had to get out of this stupid place first.
If only...
To be continued...
Author's Note: Ja ja, I'm on it. Don't rush me.
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England x Chubby!Reader x 2P!England
Oliver pouted, kicking Arthur's mind, giving the Brit on the outside a really painful headache. Seriously, Oliver can kick dude! Arthur rubbed his temples, hoping the headache would go away. But Oliver only kicked harder. Arthur groaned. It hurt like hell! Just saying.
"Hey...are you alright Arthur?" you asked him, very concerned.
"Nothing really, love. Just a headache is all," he replied.
"Okay. Just tell me if you need anything. I hope you get better, Artur."
He smiled a bit."Thank you love."
Oliver seemed to have steam coming out from his ears. Dammit, why did you treat this git so well!? Oliver only kicked more and Arthur hissed.
"You don't seem alright Arthur. Did you fall on your head earlier...?" you asked.
"No. It really hurts though," he hissed some more in pain.
"I'll get you some ice, okay? Wait here."
"Yes, I think that would help. Thank you, love."
You smiled and went downstairs for some ice.
"WHY?! WHY IS SHE SO KIND TO YOU?!" Oliver yelled.
You came back upstairs with a bag of ice. You put it against his forehead. Arthur blushed lightly, wait, that was your imagination. He smiled at you.
"Thank you, _________________."
You smiled back."No problem Artie! I just want you to get better, okay? This headache seems pretty bad..."
"Yeah. It hurts like hell. I wonder why..."
"You're probably thinking too much. After all, we have exams soon."
"Yes, maybe that's it. Let's get back to studying, shall we?"
You nodded, looking back at the page. Oliver sighed. Why were you so cute? Adorable. He loved you even more than Arthur. Though he had to get out of this stupid place first.
If only...
To be continued...
Author's Note: Ja ja, I'm on it. Don't rush me.
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You smiled cheerfully as you arranged flowers in a vase in the living room. It had been about a year since you moved in with your boyfriend, England. You insisted on keeping it clean. You brushed your hands off and looked around, everything looked good.
*BANG *
You jumped and looked wildly around. You ran into the hall you were certain the band came from the kitchen. You ran to the kitchen and also most fell over twice. You swung around the door and looked around. There was pink everywhere…then you realized it was frosting.
From one end of the kitchen came a groan, “England!” you rushed over. He was on his back and had
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"Fuck, you already knew" The American huffed sitting at the table.
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"Yeah sure" Al just answered simply
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nice.
and Oliver, don't hurt Arthur.