Hetalia x Reader Lemons

Sealand x Reader

Author's note: HEY GUYSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!  Sorry for not putting anything up for about a week.  I've discovered the magical creature known as MikuMikuDance and it's been taking up my time and creativity.  Anyway I figured it would be a good idea to put up something that wasn't a lemon.  So then this happened.

**NOTE: This is purely a work of FICTIONNNNNNNNN.  Horrible things may happen here, but heeeeeyyyyy it's not real, guys!  Most likely none of us would do a lot of this stuff to a child (even if we do really, REALLY want to).  AND PLEASE GUYS, DON'T DO THIS STUFF.  HONESTLY.

**Sealand fans be warned that there is content here you would not agree with.  If you have a problem, please either continue on to a different chapter or hit that back button to leave.  I don't want your hate, and I definitely don't NEED it.  However if you do continue on and decide to comment on this work, please be respectful and considerate.  I made this a hate story because most everybody I know hates this character with a passion.  He is only a character  of FICTION and isn't worth getting worked up over.

The following work is not lemon or lime, but do proceed with caution as some material may be considered offensive or triggering, and there is some uncensored foul language.

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"Hey, _____!!!"

Oh no.  It was that annoying little brat Sealand again.  Didn't he know you had paperwork to finish filling out before the World Meeting started?!?  You didn't have time for this.

"Hey, hey, _____!!!!!!!!!"

You ignored him.  The young demonic eyebrowspawn was the least of your concern.  If he kept shouting, eventually England would come to straighten him out...or at least you hoped.  Already you were loosing your patience with the young micronation.  Scratch that.  He wasn't a micronation.  He wasn't a nation at all.  He didn't embody a population or landmass.  No.  You honestly believed he embodied evil itself, those giant brows a mark of Satan.

Which actually somehow made quite a lot of sense to you.

"Hey, _____!!!  I know you can hear me, you jerk!!!"

Your eye twitched.  Couldn't he just shut up and go bother somebody else already?

"_____!!!!!!!  _____, I'm not leaving until you talk to meeee~!!!!!!!"

Your breathing became heavier as you started to anger.  This annoying little bugger didn't know when to stop, did he?!?  One more time and you swore--

"_____!!!!  Come on an--"

You backhanded the child really hard across the face, hoping your message would get across.  It was a great relief to take out your stress on him.  You figured you should do it more often.

Sealand put a hand on the red handmark on his cheek.  "Ow!  Hey, what was that for, jerk?!?!?"

You shot him an annoyed look. rage burning in your [eye color] eyes.  You hated him.  So, so much.  "I dare you to say one more word, you little bastard shit!"

He merely got annoyed back at you, and had a mocking air about him.  You could tell the sass was coming.

"One more word!" he shouted.

Oh, how that drove you over the edge.  "Listen here, you!" you shouted, your [voice pitch/sound/volume] voice carried easily across the room, and probably the rest of the building.  "I don't have time for your shit!  Get a fucking life!"

With that, you kicked him in the shin as hard as you could.  "Now go bother somebody else!" you raged, flipping your [hair length] [hair color] hair in an authoritative way as you turned to go back to your seat.

Sealand started to cry and make a scene.  He was very loud, very obnoxious, and very annoying.  If you didn't hurry up and get out of there--or rather, get him out of there--you feared your ears would bleed.

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Only moments later, the trio you knew to take care of Sealand dashed in.

England merely broke through the door. Or, in real terms, flung the door open in a dramatic, tsundere way. "What the bloody hell is going on?!?!?!?!?!?"

Finland dashed to him, trying to calm him down and sooth him.  He became angry after seeing the red handprint on his cheek and the bruise on his shin, but tried to remain calm to care for his "son".

Sweden followed them in calmly.  His gaze turned to you.  "Ja, _____.  What happened to my boy?"

Sealand didn't give you time to think of a cover story.  "_____ slapped my face just because I wanted to play with [him/her]!  Then [he/she] kicked me and yelled at me!" he whined, in your opinion making it sound way worse than it really was.  You were the one getting quite the kick out of his pain.

England found himself not really caring.  "Peter, you should know better than to torment people who don't care much for you.  I'm sure you were asking for it."

"Shut up, you jerk! I just wanted to play with--" he started, but was interrupted by Finland's soothing whisper.  "Hush now.  We'll take care of it.  Go wait outside, please."

Sealand nodded and went outside the Meeting Hall, England close by to lecture him.

Finland cracked his knuckles.  "Berwald, please block the door," he said, surprisingly darkly.  The aura surrounding him was one you were not familiar with, especially not from someone as generally happy and cheerful as Tino.

Sweden obediently took post at the door, staring at you with a sharp gaze so heated it could kill.

Finland looked at you and smirked aggressively.

You weren't thinking straight, and in your fear, blurted, "He was asking for it!"

The small blond Fin charged at you and tackled you to the ground without another word.

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That was the last thing you remembered from that day when you woke up about a week later.

You would remember this lesson next time.

You probably shouldn't have done that.

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Author's note: This was also partly inspired by a video called Storebror babysits.  If you've seen it, you know which part I'm talking about XD

Please don't hate me after this.  I merely did this for the people who HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATE Sealand.