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Older!Sealand x Reader. It doesn't hurt any more.A yelp of pain left your lips as the bedsprings creaked in protest.Older!Sealand x Reader. It doesn't hurt any more. by PoketaliaXx
"Hey, calm down, __________. It'll stop hurting soon..." Peter soothed you. Arthur was walking past the closed door of the room at that moment, and froze at the sounds. They seemed vaguely familiar to him...
"Don't you think I know that?!" You snapped.
"I know..." Peter sighed softly. Arthur stepped closer, listening closely just as Peter gave a small grunt. Where had he been through this before?
"Stop moving it like that!" You cried. That's it. Arthur thought, nodding. Five years ago, he'd walked past a room with the two of you in, making rather innapropriate sounds. You'd just had bubblegum in your hair. Francis wandered past, and Arthur tapped his arm as he did. The Frenchman turned with a quizzical and slightly annoyed look.
"Ow! I don't think there was much need for that..." Peter said sharply.
"S-sorry!" You apologised. "But you... You're hurting me!" Francis looked at Arthur.
"She's got bubblegum in 'er '
Sealand x Young!Reader. It hurts, take it out!"Ow! Ow, Peter- Ow! Get it out!" You screeched.Sealand x Young!Reader. It hurts, take it out! by PoketaliaXx
"Hey, hey calm down. It'll stop hurting soon..." The young Brit said soothingly. Arthur had just been walking past the room at that point, and he froze, looking at the door.
"I never thought it would hurt this much!" You cried.
"No, nobody does..." Peter gave a small sigh. Arthur stepped closer to the door, listening intently. No, that was definitely the sound of creaking bedsprings.
"Ow! Stop moving it like that!" Arthur felt faint. The two of you can't have been older than twelve! "Get it out of me!" You snapped, fighting back the urge to sob. Francis came past, the opposite way Arthur came, but Arthur beckoned him over.
"You're experienced in this field, right?" The Englishman whispered.
"What field?" Francis whispered back, wondering why they were whispering.
"Listen..." Bedsprings groaned again.
"Ooh! There was no need for that!" Peter snapped.
"You're hurting me!" You wailed.
"Well, I don't see what's so-" Francis was cut off by a p
Sealand x Reader: Wait a While~Peter's POV~Sealand x Reader: Wait a While by LilLuna
I was laying in bed, thinking about _______. It had been years since I've seem her and she promised to come back as soon as possible. I may be young and all, but I could never love anyone as much as I love _______. She's always trying to smile even in the most difficult of times and she's the only one that seems to take me seriously.
She once promised to always be there to look after me and be the responsible older sibling that Arthur wasn't. But...I consider her to be more than just my older sister or guardian. I'm in love with her.
5 years ago
I sat at a lonely table waiting for the world meeting to get into motion. I sipped on my float while trying my best to ask friendly, and as always, I was avoided.
Sinking my head, I sipped on my float some more, feeling left out. Why was everybody ignoring me? I may not be that recognizable but the least they could do was respond...
"Hello there." It sounded like someone was talking to me. Could it be?
I looked up. Sur
Sealand x Young! Male! Reader - Promise“Hi, Mr. Finland!” (m/n) said cheerfully, staring at the small blond man.Sealand x Young! Male! Reader - Promise by MillietheKitty27
“Hello, (m/n)!” said Finland. “What can I do for you?”
“Is Peter here?” (m/n) inquired. “ I want to play!”
“Mm....” Finland said thoughtfully. “He is, but he doesn’t want to be disturbed. He’s busy trying to become a country again. Maybe tomorrow?” (m/n) pouted.
“Oh, alright....” The little boy walked back down the path, humming to himself.
(m/n) knocked on the door, and Mr. Sweden opened the door.
“Hi Mr. Sweden!” the (h/c) boy said. “Is Peter ready to play yet?” Mr. Sweden shook his head.
“H’s st’ll try’ng t’ b’c’me a c’untry.” (I’m sorry I don’t know how to do his accent) Mr. Sweden informed him. “M’be y’ should c’m back t’morr’w.” (m/n) sighed.
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