England x Reader: Knives and Pens

A/N:  Okay, so this is the England x Reader I decided to write for a friend on here and it’s to the song Knives and Pens, by Black Veil Brides. So this is going to be kind of angst filled. I’m really sorry but um so yeah. Warning: Suicide, depression, Cutting, and there may be a possibility to other sorts of triggers, I apologize in advance.

England x Reader: Knives and Pens

You were a normal teenager; you had friends, family, and no one ever came between you and your friends. Not until that Brit came into the picture, the dreamy emerald eyed fellow who had too bushy eyebrows. Everything about him was strange, the way he dressed, spoke, and acted. That’s what made him ever so attractive and intriguing.
He always sat down next to the big pervert, Francis Bonnefoy, and his ‘brothers’, Alfred Jones, and Matthew Williams. For a while you wondered what it was about the Brit and the others that was so intriguing and why you wanted to get to know them all more than what you did.
“Excuse me miss, you wouldn’t happen to be, (First name), would you?” He asked. You jump slightly at the accent recognizing it immediately as Arthur. You turn to him and smile, “Yes I am,” You answered.
“May I sit?” He asked. You blush slightly, and nod, “O-Of course.” You stammered. You looked at his wrists noticing that small scars and fresh wounds were dominant on his pale skin. You instantly pale and wallow nervously. On his other wrist there was a small tattoo of a six string electric guitar. It wasn’t very noticeable but somehow it seemed to catch your attention.
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Alone at last we can sit and fight
And I've lost all faith in this blurring light,  
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“So, your name’s Arthur?” you ask. He nods. “Yes, and I’d like to ask you if maybe we could get to know each other a little better?” He asked. “I’ve noticed you staring at me, so I’ve looked into you too. I decided to ask my little brother Matthew about you.” He said. He was related to sweet little Mattie?!
“O-Oh…” You said blushing. “I find you intriguing Miss (Last name).” He whispered, leaning into you. You lean back trying to pull away from the Brit, your eyes wide with shock. “A-A-Arthur…” You whisper. You wished that Elizaveta or Ludwig would have shown up today. You tremble slightly as he leans in further. You push yourself back making the chair you were in fall backward.
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Stay right here we can change our plight!
Storming through this despite what's right!
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“Ah!” You whelp. He catches you before you fall backward and pulls you up. You went to his chest and looked up into his emerald green eyes; you shudder as he runs his thumbs over your wrists. “(F-First name)” He whispered. You look away. Lately it hadn’t been so great, Ludwig and Feliciano hooked up so even if Ludwig had come to school he’d be with Feliciano, Liz and Roderich got together and she’s thinking about leaving school to move back to Austria with Roderich. Not to mention Lovino and Antonio stopped handing out with you, everyone had left you side, and you’d been sitting alone for quite some time.
You still always managed to have a smile on your face while in public. You had just broken up with Gilbert to make matters worse. At home you’d turned to the knife and had cut your arms and wrists more times than you could count. “Wh-Why w-would you do that t-to yourself?!” He yelled shaking you. “WHY WOULD YOU!?” You scream back pushing him away. “Go away! I’m sorry for fucking staring at you!” You growl before running off.
“(F/N)… (F/N) COME BACK!” Arthur screamed running after you. “Please! Come back!” He called. He ran off chasing you. You turn around the corner and collapse to your knees sobbing. The British man crested the corner and rested a hand on your shoulder. “Hey, I did it because like you I also went through a bad breakup, which is why I’m back home, I lost everyone around me, friends who got with other friends, friends who left me because they didn’t want to have anything to do with me. Look (F-F/N),” He said peering into your tear filled (e/c) eyes.
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One final fight for this tonight
Whoa-oh-oh
with knives and pens we made our plight
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“H-How d-did y-you know?” you ask. He shook his head pulling you into his chest. “Look, I know that you probably don’t care too much for me, so can you just leave me alone so I can be in peace…” You whimper. He sighed, “If that’s what you want. I’ll leave, sorry for bothering you.” He said softly pulling away.
As much as you didn’t want him to go, you knew that you’d only hurt him if he didn’t. He sighed and stood up, “I love you…” He whispered, walking off. You blink rapidly, he… w-wait what? “Arthur!” You stood up walking after him. “ARTHUR WAIT!!!” You chased after him. You reach out and grab his wrist, “Arthur please wait….” He turned to you smiling, “I will only wait for you…” He whispered placing a kiss on your petal soft lips.

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Lay your heart down, the end's in sight
Conscience begs for you to do what's right
Everyday it's still the same dull knife!
Stab right through and justify your pride!
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You stand there pressed against his body kissing that amazing Brit; who meant everything to you. He pulls away. “(First name) we’ll get strong together. I promise will you stop this nonsense?” He asked; holding his face close to yours. You blush. “I’ll quit if you quit,” You whisper in reply.

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One final fight for this tonight,
Whoa-oh-oh
With knives and pens we made our plight.
Whoa-oh-oh

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“Thank you (first name) I love you… I love you so much (first name)” Arthur whispered. You nodded happily and pecked his lips, “I love you too Arthur, I love you more than you’d ever know or dream about.” You respond. You smile softly as he kisses you again.

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Well I can't go on without your love that you lost, you never held on.
(We tried our best. Turn out the light. Turn out the light!)

One final fight for this tonight,
Whoa-oh-oh
With knives and pens we made our plight.
Whoa-oh-oh

Well I can't go on without your love that you lost, you never held on.
(We tried our best. Turn out the light. Turn out the light!)

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