"England cruelly taunts Sealand about being Aland's replacement, after having a particularily bad day and not wanting to deal with the brat. So, Sealand, who previously had no idea his 'parents' already had another kid, decides to..."
I think I saw this filled a couple of pages back, but I've been writing on it on and off for something like a month, so. Concrit is welcomed with open arms.
The United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland (the title was always guaranteed to crank up the heat during family dinners) had some experience with dealing with children. Whatever else people said about imperialism: it did do something with your sense of responsibility
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Sealand family fic, 1b/?
anonymous
July 5 2009, 22:29:29 UTC
"If you agree with my bargain, I'll lift the blockade of your kitchen," Sealand declared from where he was doing his best to fill the doorway to said room, hands on his hips as he leaned forward in a manner that might have spoken of authority if he hadn't been shorter than England, and on the other side of the room
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Re: Sealand family fic, 1b/?
anonymous
July 5 2009, 23:40:16 UTC
(writer of other fill here) YES. I wasn't sure how to get England upset enough to say that, but yes, you've done it and done it well and with empathy. (Also, "want his room back"!!!! I died a little on the inside. in a good way.)
Re: Sealand family fic, 1b/?
anonymous
July 6 2009, 00:48:29 UTC
Gosh yes! Glad to see another fill and boy~~~~~~~~ Sealand's usually such a boy who can seem to take just anything and throw it back at you, and this! Man~~~~~~~ England's words... That's done very well.
England really needs to sit down a moment if even recaptcha is saying 'to thinking'.
Norway, Denmark reflected, had always been a such cat kind of person. Silent to the point of incomprehensible, dangerously patient and surprisingly dangerous if he just put his mind to it; proud in that cunningly mute way that you never recognized until you realized that he never had listened to you in the first place. Whenever Norway for whatever reason had felt like being disagreeble, it had always been with that passive ignorance of orders. Denmark found it decidedly ironic that a cat of Norway's actually answered to its name
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"Nn," had been what Sweden answered to that theory, but he did take the dog out. It had been nearly an hour since, which was longer than Hana-Tamago's short legs required of daily workout and possibly also longer than the dog actually could walk while keeping up with Sweden's long legs and quick stride. Finland was not surprised when, when he called to ask he was, Sweden had mumbled something that he could only make out as 'V'lmina'.
"Denmark called. He said Sealand is hiding under his deck and won't come out," Finland said in place of asking why in the world Sweden had walked to - well. A near millennium of mostly uninterupted cohabitation had long since taught him that Sweden tended to lose track of his surroundings when he thought too hard about something, and also that Sweden maybe thought too hard about most things. Not that he had been in a much better form himself; the sheer relief that had washed through him at Denmark's call had made him uncomfortably aware of how some irrational instinct had been overruling his reason not
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There was a minute of silence, but just as Denmark started shifting impatiently, they could hear something quietly shuffling, followed by the sound of twigs and leaves brushing against clothing. The deck was too low for Sealand to stand beneath it; he came through a narrow gap between two bushes while leaning forward, but not enough to to hinder the floor of the deck to catch his hat as he straightened just a moment too early. He didn't move to pick it up, and didn't say a word to explain why in the world he had been hiding in Denmark's garden. He only stared at the grass in front of him, clutching a gray-and-white cat to his chest. Denmark brightened at the sight.
"I thought it was weird for him to be afraid of kids!" he plucked the animal out of the boy's arms and ruffled its fur roughly - more roughly than the cat liked, from the sound it made and the struggles that Denmark ignored. Sealand did not - he had looked up in surprise when Denmark took the cat from him, and for a moment, Finland thought that he was going to tell him off
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Yay you updated! =D I really like where this is going so far; Denmark's appearance was much love~ It was also rather... endearing that Sealand was hiding out like that; so very child-like for a lack of a better word.
XD I'm now late to bed, thanks to you. But this was certainly worth it.
LOVE YOU for including Denmark in there (also, wtf Holland referring to Sealand as "Denmark's kid"? XD), he was just fantastic in every way. Especially loved him here:
[...]Denmark looked back, rolled his eyes, and slammed his fist onto the deck with enough force to make a flower pot in the corner jump.
"Back when war was the way we did things, I would own your Papa's ass every damn time he tried anything! Don't make me come under there and get you!"
"England cruelly taunts Sealand about being Aland's replacement, after having a particularily bad day and not wanting to deal with the brat. So, Sealand, who previously had no idea his 'parents' already had another kid, decides to..."
I think I saw this filled a couple of pages back, but I've been writing on it on and off for something like a month, so. Concrit is welcomed with open arms.
The United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland (the title was always guaranteed to crank up the heat during family dinners) had some experience with dealing with children. Whatever else people said about imperialism: it did do something with your sense of responsibility ( ... )
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England really needs to sit down a moment if even recaptcha is saying 'to thinking'.
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I look forward to the rest! C:
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"Denmark called. He said Sealand is hiding under his deck and won't come out," Finland said in place of asking why in the world Sweden had walked to - well. A near millennium of mostly uninterupted cohabitation had long since taught him that Sweden tended to lose track of his surroundings when he thought too hard about something, and also that Sweden maybe thought too hard about most things. Not that he had been in a much better form himself; the sheer relief that had washed through him at Denmark's call had made him uncomfortably aware of how some irrational instinct had been overruling his reason not ( ... )
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"I thought it was weird for him to be afraid of kids!" he plucked the animal out of the boy's arms and ruffled its fur roughly - more roughly than the cat liked, from the sound it made and the struggles that Denmark ignored. Sealand did not - he had looked up in surprise when Denmark took the cat from him, and for a moment, Finland thought that he was going to tell him off ( ... )
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LOVE YOU for including Denmark in there (also, wtf Holland referring to Sealand as "Denmark's kid"? XD), he was just fantastic in every way. Especially loved him here:
[...]Denmark looked back, rolled his eyes, and slammed his fist onto the deck with enough force to make a flower pot in the corner jump.
"Back when war was the way we did things, I would own your Papa's ass every damn time he tried anything! Don't make me come under there and get you!"
Eagerly waiting for the next update!
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Google "Zealand" :)
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