A/N: Hey guys! Hope ya like my Punk! EnglandxReader story! :D And feel free to leave suggestions on what to write next in y'alls reviews! But I do not write yaoi sorry. I'm not comfy writin' that stuff. :/ Oh well, enjoy!
It was dark when you finally got off of your night shift for the hospital. What was worse was that you'd have to take the subway home, and you knew how creepy the subways get late at night. You shivered at the thought of the kind of people you'd meet on your way home. But you decided not to think about it as you brushed your (h/c) hair out of your face and went to buy your ticket. Your (e/c) eyes scanned the people on the subway, and your stomach clenched. They all looked like they would jump you for the hell of it. Luckily, there weren't too many people in your compartment, so you relaxed a little as you sat down in an empty chair next to some guy who looked about your age.
"Why 'ello there, love. What's a good looking lass like you doing out so late at night? It can get pretty dangerous for a girl like you." The guy sitting next to you asked with a British accent. You saw that he was wearing a lot of punk clothing, with a black Rolling Stones t-shirt, black skinny jeans, and multiple ear piercings. He probably never worked a decent job a day in his life. His face was the most attracting part of him, with acid green eyes below very bushy eyebrows looking into your (e/c) ones with mischievous curiosity, and short blonde hair that was gelled in a spiky style.
"Umm…that's not really any of your business, now is it?" you muttered as you blushed a little.
"Aww, I'm just trying to be friendly to a cute, young lass. No need to be so rude." He replied with mock hurt, "My name's Arthur, Arthur Kirkland." Before you could reply, the doors on both ends of your compartment swung open, and a bunch of thug-looking guys poured in. On one side, the guys were all wearing some kind of blood red clothing, and on the other side they were all wearing black.
"Oh, fuck." you hear Arthur next to you growl under his breath as he scowls at the scene unfolding in front of both of you.
"What is it? What's happening?" You ask fearfully. Your heart was hammering in your chest. All you wanted was to be anywhere but here. Heck, you'd rather be in the delivery room back at the hospital than be here.
"It's a fucking gang fight. Damn me for picking tonight to take the tube*. Listen," he explained, "as soon as the subway stops and opens the door, run as fast as you can. Don't even think about going back if you forgot something, understand?" you nodded nervously.
"Hey man, y'know this be our train?" one of the guys, probably the gang leader, on the black side said.
"Yea, we know," the leader on the red side replied cockily, "but your train be goin' on our turf. As soon as it crosses Jefferson St., you'll and all your buddies will be dead men!"
"Shit, we are not going to make it." Arthur whispered. He didn't have to tell you that. The next stop wasn't until three whole streets after Jefferson. You both were screwed.
A/N: dun-dun DUUUN! What will happen? Will ya be killed in a gang fight? Maybe. ;) FYI I got this idea from the movie Adventures in Babysitting, where these kids get on a subway and two gangs come in and are 'bout to fight and the kids are like "Shit, were dead". *I heard that that's what British people call the subway. ;)