USUK: Masterpiece by Annabelle-Kirkland, literature
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USUK: Masterpiece
After an aspiring British artist moves to a small town, he thinks it would be the perfect opportunity to get the peace and quiet he needs to find his inspiration. Instead, he finds himself face to face with the man of his dreams riding a bicycle for a living. Not exactly the perfect fairytale he imagined, but the bike courier never expected to want to stay in his hometown because of a stranger.
Warnings: Use of vulgar language and extreme gayness.
Alfred knew his job wasn't the most exciting. All he was, if he was truly honest with himself, was a cheap mailman. No gas money, no insurance, and no decent way of transporting packages that coul
Omegaverse AU
Alfred thought it was a bad idea to begin with.
Maybe part of him knew that it was destined to go wrong the moment he tripped that morning. He was a strong and mighty alpha! Dubbed the hottest guy in their class, no girl or man for that matter was able to withstand his charm and good looks. But such a lifestyle became mundane...
Until he met Arthur Kirkland.
He remembered the day clearly when their paths collided quite literally. Walking to his next class, he had been looking down at his phone texting away. Since he was a bigger guy, he just expected people to move out of his way as they usually did. One moment he's trying t
Arthur knew moving was a stupid idea.
Yes, it was necessary for his health and all, but he never felt so lonely before. Every day, sitting at the small outdoor cafe table, gazing out at the rolling countryside. There was nowhere else to go, he was in the middle of grassy fields and gravel roads. He was used to the crowded streets of London and he had never thought he would miss the strong odor of petrol and cigarette smoke.
Each afternoon he would be back in his seat on the wooden porch with his cup of Earl Grey and a book. Maybe if work was requiring him to do so, he would have some paperwork or his laptop. He wasn't sure what it was about
I Hear Thunder... (England x Child! America) by Shinobi-Of-Ookami, literature
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I Hear Thunder... (England x Child! America)
The sky erupted into blinding white for a split second before returning to inky blackness. Rain poured relentlessly and hammered at the windows and roof as though trying to gain entry. A low, moaning rumble followed.
Within seconds, the lights in Arthur Kirkland’s house – all the lights – were swiftly and unexpectedly extinguished, plunging the whole property into complete darkness. Inside the house, the occupant of the study gave out a frustrated sigh and raised his bushy eyebrows in exasperation – not that anyone could see the gesture in such blackness. The sound of wood brushing against wood followed by a jumbled r
Hetalia - Misplaced Magic by Shinobi-Of-Ookami, literature
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Hetalia - Misplaced Magic
“That’s it!” an exited British voice exclaimed from behind piles of dusty old, leather-bound volumes which covered an ancient-looking oak desk. The only visible features of the voice’s owner were a few strands of floppy blonde hair poking out from above the books. That is, until he shot up from his hiding place and darted out the room, sending dust and loose sheets of paper flying from the table in his haste.
England had been studying all night and, despite having tons of paperwork to file, was rather more concerned about his current investigation.
Still clutching the worn book with the tarnished metal-edged, England
Hetalia - At One with England by Shinobi-Of-Ookami, literature
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Hetalia - At One with England
Sat serenely in the typical British garden, Arthur Kirkland inhaled the assorted sweet and spicy aromas. The garden had been specially designed as sensory experience and, even with his eyes gently closed; he could clearly pick out the individual fragrance of the herbs that bordered the garden.
Lemon balm...
Oregano...
Lavender...
Rosemary...
That particular one was his favourite and, from his current position, the strongest essence. A blissful smile played across his lips.
Arthur focused the full spectrum of his senses on the garden’s enchanting aura. Eyes still peacefully and contently shut, he could pick out the rhythmic sloshing of
Country Roads | USUK | Chapter Two by Decryo, literature
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Country Roads | USUK | Chapter Two
Originally posted on AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/7186667/chapters/16310303
‘If someone had told Arthur that in the near future he’d be penniless, trouserless and standing on the side of a barren Texas road with his thumb held out for a ride, he’d have laughed. Hard.’
Arthur needs to get to New York in five days so that he can attend an important- if not crucial- business meeting with a potential partner. Alfred F. Jones is a man offering to drive him as far as West Virginia. Things could’ve gone simpler, but a road trip with a volatile half dressed Englishman and a patriotic, over-the-top American was
Country Roads | USUK | Chapter One by Decryo, literature
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Country Roads | USUK | Chapter One
Originally posted on AO3 (link in description):
'If someone had told Arthur that in the near future he’d be penniless, trouserless and standing on the side of a barren Texas road with his thumb held out for a ride, he’d have laughed. Hard.'
Arthur needs to get to New York in five days so that he can attend an important- if not crucial- business meeting with a potential partner. Alfred F. Jones is a man offering to drive him as far as West Virginia. Things could've gone simpler, but a road trip with a volatile half dressed Englishman and a patriotic, over-the-top American was destined to crash and burn.
If someone had told Arthu
Goodnight Sweetheart | USUK | Chapter Two by Decryo, literature
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Goodnight Sweetheart | USUK | Chapter Two
Originally posted on AO3 (link in description):
Set in the harsh winter of 1942, Arthur Kirkland is a veteran soldier serving under Operation Torch. After a series of unfortunate events, he finds himself having to do everything from training to sleeping with the one American set on causing him grief. And yet, why does his heart jump at every touch they share?
If there were ever a time in Arthur’s life that he could truly die from both rage and embarrassment, it was now. Sure, perhaps his swollen left cheek and the bruises along his ribcage certainly heightened the grip of his own mortality, but the angry heat of his cheeks made him f