I hope you enjoy this~!
You felt tears pricking your eyes. You didn’t want to choose because one of the
nations would have his heart broken. Sealand gave you a tissue for your to dry your tears,
and as he came closer to you, you hugged him.
“______?” Sealand asked.
“I—I’m sorry, Sealand. I… I wanted someone more mature, like England.” You told him.
“You’re fun to be around, but I don’t think that we could have a serious time together.”
You felt Sealand’s arms hold you tighter, in either anger or sorrow. You looked
up at England and blushed, causing England to blush as well. You patted Sealand’s back
before breaking the hug.
Sealand looked at England for a moment before saying “You better treat ______ right,
you got that? Otherwise, you’ll answer to me, you jerk.”
“Of course I’m going to treat ______ right. I am a gentleman, after all.”
Letting England know how you felt and knowing that he felt the same way made
you joyful on the inside, even if, in public, England refused to show any affection. Even
if he couldn’t cook, even if he got angry at everything that went wrong, he’d still be your
“GOD BLOODY DAMN IT!” England yelled from the kitchen. You smelled smoke
emitting from said room.
“England, calm down.” You said calmly. “Even if you can’t make lunch for our picnic, I
can always make us sandwiches.”
“I tried making sandwiches…”
“How on Earth did you burn sandwiches?”
“I tried cooking the meat.”
“England, we’ve gone over this; you don’t cook lunch meat.”
“I know, but—”
“Don’t want to hear it. Just let me do this.”
And, despite England’s protests, you managed to make two sandwiches without a
cooking catastrophe. England left the room the entire time. To sulk due to his cooking or
because you’re doing all the work? You didn’t know, and you didn’t want to know. From
the corner of your eye, you saw Sealand scribbling something down on a notepad. You
let out a chuckle, and he hid.
“England, I’m done with the food. Let’s go~.” You called out, voice ringing throughout
“Alright, love, let me get a coat for us.” England replied.
The two of you met at the door; you had the picnic basket, and England had coats
for the two of you. You pecked him on the lips before heading out to your picnic area.
England had told you that he found a nice, secluded area with a beautiful view of the
ocean. When you arrived, you found that there were people already there.
“Didn’t you say that this was secluded?” You asked, hiding in the bushes.
“I didn’t think that other people would be here!” England replied, glaring at the people at
the picnic table. Upon closer inspection, you saw that the people at the table were
America and Sealand.
“Oh, well, it’s just family.” You shrugged it off. “There’s no harm in that, is there?”
“B–But they’ve ruined our picnic!”
“England! They’re family so don’t say something like that…”
You walked up to America and Sealand and said hi, and you were glomped by the
two of them. England then, oh so angrily, pried them off you, yelling that women should
not be “attacked” like that.
“Iggy’s just jealous that he doesn’t have the courage to do that~.” You whispered to
America and Sealand just loud enough for England to hear it. You smiled a little at
England’s red face.
“______! I have more than enough courage to do something like that!” He protested.
“But you never do it in public~.” You teased.
You felt yourself being pulled in for a hug from England. You smirked, thinking
how you finally managed to get England to show some affection. When he pulled away
from you, you thought that that’d be the end of it, but you were wrong. You felt his lips
on yours for a good moment.
You broke apart saying, “You do realize that America and Sealand are watching, right?”
England replied, “Of course I do, love. Does it seem like I care right now?”