AMERICA/SEALAND IS OTP
I wrote an awesome fic guys...it's so GREAT. I HAD SUCH FUN WRITING IT.
Iggy! I'm here," America cried as he burst into England's house. However, Arthur was nowhere to be found.
'Gee, I wonder where England is? I guess I should've told him I was coming over,' America mused to himself.
He proceeded to slam the door shut behind him and venture into the kitchen in search of his favorite Englishman.
“Iggy?” he called out again, half wanting to find him there, but half not because that meant he was likely trying to…“cook”. Not really wanting to search the entire house for England, since he was ever so tired, he collapsed into one of the chairs surrounding the kitchen table.
‘Maybe I’ll just rest for a minute, and then find England,’ America wondered sleepily to himself, before dozing off….
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Sealand was having an awful day. First it had been fun, because he was having fun throwing burnt scones at passerby. But that jerk England hit him over the head and made him stop throwing his “fine cuisine” and told him to go watch some anime. But Sea-kun had no more anime to watch. He’d already seen Dragonball Z over 9000 times and had no desire to watch it again. So, he decided to head to the kitchen to see if there was anything to eat that jerk England HADN’T destroyed with this “cooking”.
Upon entering the kitchen, he spotted a brown jacket clad figure slumped over the kitchen table.
Now for our bored little Sealand, this was a perfect opportunity to cure boredom. There were a variety of things he could do to torment the poor sleeping American, and since the jerk wasn’t around, he would avoid trouble. Happily skipping over to the American, he finally came up with an awesome idea.
“I’ve got it! I’ll pull out that stupid looking hair of his and claim Nantucket for myself! I’ll finally be a real country!”
Sealand reached over and gave America’s ahoge a sharp tug.
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America woke with a start. He’d been having an awesome dream about winning a life time supply of creepy bunnies and attacking that crazy commie Russia with them.
Thinking England had tried to wake him, he slowly began to open his eyes…
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“Damn it! He’s waking up!” Sealand cried with a start, and gave America’s ahoge another pull, seeing as it hadn’t come out.
America had now fully jolted awake, realizing someone was pulling his ahoge.
“What in the-“ he questioned, before feeling yet another pull of his hair send a shock back down to his vital regions. He couldn’t help it, he moaned.
Sealand, mistaking Alfred’s moan for a cry of pain, took pleasure in further pestering the American.
“You’re such a wimp! All I’m doing is pulling your hair, it can’t possibly hurt!” Sealand mocked gleefully.
America threw back his head and moaned again, feeling his pants become uncomfortably tight.
“S-Stop…that…” he moaned, even though he wanted exactly the opposite, and let out cry as Sealand gave another sharp tug-
“WHAT IS GOING ON IN HERE?”
Sealand and America both turned to the sound of the voice. England had returned, from shopping it seemed if the bags were any indication, and wore a face of complete shock.
“England…I can explain…” America whimpered pitifully, face flushed and sweating. But England had already rounded on Sealand.
“WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT PESTERING PEOPLE, I TOLD YOU TO GO WATCH ANIME.”
“BUT I WAS ONLY TRYING TO WAKE HIM UP JERK!”
England was not amused. He cuffed Sealand in the back of the head and sent him away.
“DAMN IT, I HATE YOU KIRKLAND!” he cried, running out, leaving England to…take care of dear Alfred.
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IT'S JUST GREAT. I LOVE THIS PAIRING.
EDIT: THIS WAS OBVIOUSLY A TRICK FROM THE HALLOWEEN TRICK OR TREAT MEME. I'M SUPPOSED TO SAY LOVI DID IT, BUT IT WAS ALL-- *SHOT*
Iggy! I'm here," America cried as he burst into England's house. However, Arthur was nowhere to be found.
'Gee, I wonder where England is? I guess I should've told him I was coming over,' America mused to himself.
He proceeded to slam the door shut behind him and venture into the kitchen in search of his favorite Englishman.
“Iggy?” he called out again, half wanting to find him there, but half not because that meant he was likely trying to…“cook”. Not really wanting to search the entire house for England, since he was ever so tired, he collapsed into one of the chairs surrounding the kitchen table.
‘Maybe I’ll just rest for a minute, and then find England,’ America wondered sleepily to himself, before dozing off….
---
Sealand was having an awful day. First it had been fun, because he was having fun throwing burnt scones at passerby. But that jerk England hit him over the head and made him stop throwing his “fine cuisine” and told him to go watch some anime. But Sea-kun had no more anime to watch. He’d already seen Dragonball Z over 9000 times and had no desire to watch it again. So, he decided to head to the kitchen to see if there was anything to eat that jerk England HADN’T destroyed with this “cooking”.
Upon entering the kitchen, he spotted a brown jacket clad figure slumped over the kitchen table.
Now for our bored little Sealand, this was a perfect opportunity to cure boredom. There were a variety of things he could do to torment the poor sleeping American, and since the jerk wasn’t around, he would avoid trouble. Happily skipping over to the American, he finally came up with an awesome idea.
“I’ve got it! I’ll pull out that stupid looking hair of his and claim Nantucket for myself! I’ll finally be a real country!”
Sealand reached over and gave America’s ahoge a sharp tug.
---
America woke with a start. He’d been having an awesome dream about winning a life time supply of creepy bunnies and attacking that crazy commie Russia with them.
Thinking England had tried to wake him, he slowly began to open his eyes…
---
“Damn it! He’s waking up!” Sealand cried with a start, and gave America’s ahoge another pull, seeing as it hadn’t come out.
America had now fully jolted awake, realizing someone was pulling his ahoge.
“What in the-“ he questioned, before feeling yet another pull of his hair send a shock back down to his vital regions. He couldn’t help it, he moaned.
Sealand, mistaking Alfred’s moan for a cry of pain, took pleasure in further pestering the American.
“You’re such a wimp! All I’m doing is pulling your hair, it can’t possibly hurt!” Sealand mocked gleefully.
America threw back his head and moaned again, feeling his pants become uncomfortably tight.
“S-Stop…that…” he moaned, even though he wanted exactly the opposite, and let out cry as Sealand gave another sharp tug-
“WHAT IS GOING ON IN HERE?”
Sealand and America both turned to the sound of the voice. England had returned, from shopping it seemed if the bags were any indication, and wore a face of complete shock.
“England…I can explain…” America whimpered pitifully, face flushed and sweating. But England had already rounded on Sealand.
“WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT PESTERING PEOPLE, I TOLD YOU TO GO WATCH ANIME.”
“BUT I WAS ONLY TRYING TO WAKE HIM UP JERK!”
England was not amused. He cuffed Sealand in the back of the head and sent him away.
“DAMN IT, I HATE YOU KIRKLAND!” he cried, running out, leaving England to…take care of dear Alfred.
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IT'S JUST GREAT. I LOVE THIS PAIRING.
EDIT: THIS WAS OBVIOUSLY A TRICK FROM THE HALLOWEEN TRICK OR TREAT MEME. I'M SUPPOSED TO SAY LOVI DID IT, BUT IT WAS ALL-- *SHOT*