Creepypasta Stories

Hetalia Theory: Sealand

  Peter sat in the park. He finished up his chocolate bar and looked up at the sky, wondering what to do. He was home schooled, so he didn't have any friends. He had some friends on the internet but he wasn't really sure of they lived down the street or on the other side of the Earth. Despite being home schooled, his parents would get him a tutor instead of teaching him themselves, because they were so busy with work. He was pretty much all alone.

With a sigh, Peter stood up and walked home. He instantly turned on his laptop. After watching a couple of videos on YouTube, Peter turned off his laptop, and went to the kitchen. His mother looked up from the book she was reading to see her twelve year old son.

"Hey, Mum." Peter said.

"Hello, Peter. Is there something I can do for you?" Peter's mother asked. Peter shrugged.

"Not really. But, you said you had something to tell me earlier." Peter said.

"Oh, yeah, your father and I are going away for a couple of days, so you have to stay at Grandma's house." Peter's mother said. Peter's eyes widened.

"What!? Why can't I come!?" Peter shouted. Peter's mother stood up and put a hand on his shoulder.

"Peter, your father and I just need some husband and wife time." Peter's mother said.

"No! I don't want to hear that! Every time you and Dad go somewhere, you leave me with some family member! I never get to come! I hate you!" Peter shouted before running out the door. Peter ran until he stopped in the middle of the street. It was the always the same thing.

'Not now, Peter.'

'Peter, I'm busy.'

'Peter, you can't come.'

Peter was so deep in thought, he didn't notice the car heading towards him. The sounds of the car crashing and Peter's bones breaking could be heard from at least a mile away.

"PETER!!" Peter's mother shouted as she ran over to him. Peter lay down in the street in a pool of his own blood with several broken bones. The driver who hit him got out of the car to see if there was anything he could do.

Peter's breathing slowed down, and he felt his eyelids getting heavier. He closed his eyes, and never opened them again.

~*~*~

"Hey, why can't you recognize me as a country, you British jerk!" The blonde boy yelled at his older brother. The blonde man turned towards the twelve year old.

"Because, you're NOT a country! That's why!" The Brit said on his last nerve.

The boy crossed his arms and glared. One day, he would get the respect he deserved.