HetaOni (Hetalia x Reader x 2P! Hetalia)

Chapter 18 (Part 2)

---Chapter XVIII: Ready or Not (Part 2)---

Tick.


Tock.


Tick.


Tock.



///Third Person PoV///


"Ah, it's this way, desu yo!"


Rustling through the green bushes, a young blond lad enthusiastically pushed through the branches, leading the way for his companions. The boy was was wearing a white sailor outfit with matching hat and capris. He appeared to be sporting a British accent, along with a strikingly familiar set of thick eyebrows that somehow resembled a certain someone. Well, he wasn't alone on that attribute. One of his companions shared the same fate.


Puffing her cheeks, a young girl with dark brown hair emerged from the bushes, as well. "Are you serious? We shouldn't even be walking around this place, you idiot. You're really too stubborn, Sealand," she sighed, crossing her arms.


"Aww, but you still tagged along with us, Wy. Was it because you'd miss us if we were away for too long?~" another voice piped up just behind the girl. It was a young man, who was older and taller than the other two. He had brownish red hair that had a curl sticking out at the side, that was also quite similar to certain Italians, but his was uniquely curled in an angle.


Wy's face became tinted with a soft red as she tried looking away as quick as she could. "I-It's not like I was w-worried about you idiots or anything. Hmph!"


"Ohh, you made Wy angry again, Seborga," Sealand chuckled, then stepped aside to watch his other companions join them. One was a small boy with white hair tied in two long braids, the other was a young man wearing dark shades and a gruff aura around him. "Ah, Kugelmugel, Molossia--we're all here now, huh? Well, let's all head to the backyard heheh!"


The olive-eyed guy with the mobster-like appearance huffed. "Haa? Do I look like I'm gonna follow orders from you?! You punks don't even know what you're all getting yourselves into. You're all just a bunch of--..." he sneered, but stopped when he realised that everyone was already walking ahead, not paying attention to his comments. He decided to just follow them, whilst spouting complaints and insults.



"So, you came along, too, huh?" Wy tried making small talk to the white-haired kid walking beside her. Kugelmugel made little to no response, muttering something to himself. Puffing her cheeks, Wy asked, "Why did you come along, anyway?"


Hearing her question made Kugelmugel stop in his tracks, as if realising something. Wy stopped as well, tilting her head at the braided lad. Slowly, Kugelmugel spoke in a soft voice, "Discovering new places without others' knowledge is....is..." he paused, then raised his voice in a strangely surprised tone, "...ART!"


Wy kind of regretted bothering to ask.



"Say, Sealand, why did you say we needed to find clocks?" Seborga asked curiously, also catching the attention of the others with his inquiry.


The young blond smiled, "Ah! Haven't you heard? All the other countries are looking for them, so I figured that if we help them out---they'd recognise us for sure!" he said enthusiastically raising his hand in the air.



"Are you thinking straight? How will that actually help?" Wy scoffed, "And besides, I'm already recognised!" she smirked, placing a hand by her hip.


Sealand grinned even wider. "But don't you think it'd be really neat if we could actually...be like them? Having those cool meetings and stuff? All of them always gathering together like that, it must feel fun!"


"Sealand..." Wy sighed, understanding the blond lad's sentiment. Twiddling her thumbs, she hesitantly responded. "I...guess it doesn't sound so bad. R-Right, guys?" the young brunette turned to her other companions, her tone seemingly threatening them if they don't respond.


Unsure what they should actually do, the others simply nodded. "..Right.."


"Well, then, what are you guys waiting for? Let's go, desu yo!" Sealand perked up again, changing the atmosphere back into its carefree one. He began skipping onwards, followed by the other micronations. A certain Italian micronation walked a few paces behind, though.


Seborga watched over the smaller nations before him, along with a certain Molossia that seems to switch from getting pissed off to being ignored, but starting to be treated in a friendlier way.


Running his hand through his reddish brown locks, Seborga couldn't help but give a crooked smile.


"Sealand...it's not always so fun, you know. The world may be beautiful, but it can still be so cruel. I don't think...we should rush ourselves to become nations like them. Ah, but he doesn't understand that yet, huh?" Seborga whispered to himself as he eased his steps. "It must be nice to be young like him eheh." he chuckled.


At that moment, he heard some rustling from the bushes nearby. Looking to the side from the corner of his eye, Seborga murmured,


"Looks like someone else is here, as well."


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//Third Person PoV//