An EnglandxReaderxSealand series
I also made a little time–skip from last chapter to this one
I hope you enjoy this~!
You walked in the middle of the hallway connecting England’s kitchen to the
bedrooms. It was the middle of the night when you woke up from a nightmare, and you
were too afraid to go back to sleep. You wanted to go to England’s room because you felt
protected when he was around. You had to squint to see through the nearly black hallway.
Half–asleep, you walked into the bedroom closest to you.
Climbing into the bed, you clung onto the person next to you. He squirmed a bit,
but otherwise he showed no sign of resistance. The next morning, you were awakened by
a lot of squirming.
“_______? _______! Wake up! Wha–What are you doing?” You recognized the voice as
Quickly opening your eyes, you said, “Is it morning already?” You rubbed your eyes,
letting go of Sealand.
“_______! When did you get here?” He asked.
Having your vision cleared, you noticed that Sealand was blushing, “Last night *yawn*.
You didn’t seem to have any trouble with me then.”
“That’s because I was asleep!”
You crossed your arms and pouted at Sealand. He blushed at your actions, but he
closed his eyes so he wouldn’t see your pouting. You made a small “hmph” noise.
“Seeaaalllaannndddd~,” you whined, “commmeeee onnnnnn~. I had a nightmareeee~.”
Sealand sighed before agreeing with you and apologizing for over–reacting. You
hugged him, letting out a childish giggle. He took your hand, leading you to the kitchen,
where England was cooking (burnt) breakfast (AN: I know… This is a random sentence.
OTL). You pinched your nose at the burnt smell.
“Iggy! What are you making?” You asked, pinching your nose even harder. Despite your
best efforts, you smelled burnt…whatever England was making.
“Don’t call me ‘Iggy’!” He yelled. When he saw that you were the one who said it, he
said, “Please, _______, my name’s England. You may call me Arthur, but ‘Iggy’ is not
allowed. I’m cooking eggs, if you’re wondering.”
“Well your ‘eggs’ are burnt.” Sealand commented, “Iggy, why can’t you cook anything
“Sealand, that’s not nice,” you said, “I’m sure his cooking isn’t bad.”
You. Were. DEAD. Wrong. The eggs had a horrible charred taste to it, and you
found a few egg shells in your food. You tried your best not to gag. Looking at the others
in the room, Sealand was gagging, but England seemed fine with eating charred eggs.
When England wasn’t looking, you quietly snuck to the trash can and dumped the eggs
“Well,” you started, “I’m done with my breakfast.”
You walked casually out of the room, but, when you were out of sight, you made a bee–line for the restroom. Unknowingly, England was walking past the restroom as you
were throwing up. He heard it and knocked on the door.
“_______? Are you alright in there?” He asked worriedly.
“I’m fine!” You quickly responded.
I’m worried for _______. I think she might be bulimic but she may be too afraid
to admit it. Hearing her quick response, I was even more worried, so I opened the
restroom door. _______ had lain down by the toilet.
“_______, dear,” I started, “are you bulimic? I just want to help you if you are…”
“I’m not bulimic, Arthur,” she muttered, “my stomach just doesn’t agree with eggs…”
“Well, then, you should just rest, _______.” I said.
I carried _______ to her room. Seeing her sick made me remember how easy it
was for new nations to catch diseases. I sighed, hoping that _______ would get better
(Back to your POV)
You fell asleep as England carried you to your room. Your dream was strange. It
was a realistic fictional dream. You didn’t think it was something from the past, but, then
again, you didn’t have much of a past (because you’re a new nation). (AN: The dream
should be in bold)
You were grown up. Something was wrong, but you couldn’t figure it out. Pain surged throughout your body, so you decided to go back to your house. You
saw soldiers. These soldiers weren’t the ones that England stationed at your house,
but they also weren’t American soldiers. When they were shouting out orders, you
couldn’t understand them. To you, either they were shouting gibberish or nothing
came out of their mouths.
“What’s going on?” You mouthed. Your eyes widened at the realization. Nothing
came out of your mouth either.
No one answered you. Out of all the commotion, one person stood out. You
sensed that this person was a country as well because he didn’t dress like anyone
else in the dream. He slowly turned around and–
You jolted out of your dream. Noticing that you were in bed, you felt relieved that
you only dreamed. There was a note by your bedside. It was from England. He wrote
down that he left the house to get some medicine for you.
“Who would’ve thought that I’d get sick from England’s cooking?” You asked, finished
with the letter.
“I told you,” Sealand said, walking past your room.
“Mom and Dad  taught me a few things about cooking,” he interrupted, “do you want
soup or something?”
“Yea–Sure…” Just then, your stomach growled.
Sealand laughed at the noise it made. You blushed of embarrassment as Sealand
went into the kitchen to make you soup.
*He’s so…nice to me…* You thought, blushing. Shaking your head, you thought, *that
doesn’t mean anything. He’s like a brother to me… Stupid _______.*