An EnglandxReaderxSealand series I hope you enjoy this~!
You scowled at France. He took you away from your home and made Sealand
look weak. You crossed your arms across your chest and scowled more.
“_______~ Mon cherie~ It iz not good for you to scowl~ It ruins your très belle  face.”
He said, coming towards to you. “If it iz about ze gun, it was a blank~ You wouldn’t ‘ave
gotten ‘urt from it.”
“That’s what you think…” You muttered, stepping away from him.
*I can see why England doesn’t like France…* You thought.
You sidestepped into a dark room and quickly locked the door behind you. It was
nearly pitch black, but at least you could see a few feet around you. Walking deeper into
the room, you guessed that this was a storage room, due to all the boxes of old–fashioned
artifacts and relics. One of your feet bumped against a box, sending a flurry of dust
everywhere. Bending down, you saw that the box contained a sword with a sticky note
that said “L’épée de Jeanne d’Arc.”
*Isn’t that the girl who won the 100 Year’s War for France?* You thought, furrowing
your eyebrows in confusion.
You set the sword back in its place; you didn’t like France much, but you weren’t
the type of person to set things out of order or to mess things up. Reaching the end, there
was a dead end, so you couldn’t find a way out without going back to the rest of the
house. Sighing, you leaned up against the wall to think. A piece of wallpaper was falling
down from the corner of your eye, and as you began to put it back up, you felt a bump
from the wall. You then began to pull the rest of the wallpaper down, finding a secret
hatch that led to who knows where? The opening was just large enough for you to fit
through, but just as you were going to go in, a hand on each of your shoulders pulled you
“_______, you are not to be going in zere.” France said into your ear. “Now, ‘ow about
coming back avec moi, and I’ll show you ze way to ma chambre~?”
“No!” You said, struggling against his grip. You hadn’t realized France’s strength when
he really used it, so he ended up dragging you outside into the hallway. “Let go of me!”
“Ohonhonhonhon~ Mon cherie~ zere’s no chance of me passing zis up.” He said.
“Are you sure about this?” England asked me once again.
“Of course, you jerk! I wanna help _______! Make me older and stronger!” I yelled.
“Fine!” England replied. “I’ll be coming with you to make sure ________ is alright.”
England began to mutter some words under his breath, and lights began to swirl
around the two of us. I was too mesmerized to notice that I was getting taller. Suddenly,
the lights almost immediately disappeared.
“Hey…” I trailed off, surprised to hear my deeper voice. “Alright. Let’s go get
On the jet ride over to France’s house, I couldn’t stop thinking about ________. I
was too worried about what could happen to her, and I began to grip the arm things on
the chair. England gave me a reassured look.
“Sealand…” England began. “That bloody git’s not going to do anything to _______. I
promise you that.”
France had you bound so that you couldn’t move your arms. You had wasted your
energy on struggling in vain, so you were now powering yourself through sheer
“France! I swear, when I get out of here—” You threatened.
“Honhonhon~ Mon cherie~ Ze night is young, and we ‘ave much to do before it iz
over~” He interrupted.
Before you had a chance to ask what he meant, he crashed his lips onto yours.
When you felt his tongue in your mouth, you bit it with a lot of your strength. He pulled
away, obviously hurt from the bite, but then he had on a face that looked a lot like one of
America’s “rape–face memes”. He dragged you into a nearby bedroom, but then the two
of you heard shouting coming from outside. France, for a moment, looked slightly
panicked before leaving the room and locking the door…Not that you could unlock it or
open it or anything… You heard something that sounded like a fistfight before hearing
France plead for the other person not to ruin his face.
“________?” You heard an unfamiliar voice ask outside the room.
“In here!” You said, walking up to the door and trying to unlock it with your mouth
(cause your arms are bound).
The door opened almost nerve–rackingly slow, revealing someone who looked a
lot like Sealand. You shook in your spot, and your tears began to brim your eyes.
“Sealand…?” You squeaked, wanting to run into his arms and cry.
“_______!” He ran over to you and hugged you.
Then you saw England’s figure stand in the doorway. He looked relieved at the
sight of you safe. England walked over and removed the binds around your torso. You
rolled your shoulders a few times when he took the binds off.
“England…Sealand… You two…” You trailed off. No words could describe the
happiness you had because of the two of them.
“_______, love, you need some rest.” England said. “You look tired. We should go home,
and I’ll prepare some tea for all of us.”
“No…please. The two of you have done enough. I want to make it for us.” You tiredly