Hetalia × Reader Oneshots

My Good Friend (Sealand x ???Child!Reader)

•~•3rd Person P.O.V.•~•

(Y/N) sat with Peter, more formally known as Sealand, at the edge of the small fort.
"(N/N),"
"Yes?"
"You recognise me as a country, right?" (Y/N) smiled reassuringly.
"Of course, Sealand! And I always will!" She giggles. He looked sceptical.

"What? You don't believe me?" She playfully punched his shoulder.
"It's not only that..."

~•Years Before~•~

Sealand sat annoyed in the corner, while a world meeting took place. The other micronations didn't come, and he was all alone. No one acknowledged his presence. No one regarded him as important.

And then (C/N) came.

She creeped up to him (walked up from behind him in her perspective), startling the small country.

"Hi!" She grinned cheekily at him. He was taken aback at how close her face was to his, almost like she was his best friend.

"H-Hello." He greeted back. After regaining his usual confident and optimistic swagger, they started talking. In short, they were fast friends.

"So, you're a country, right?" She inquired politely, cocking her head to the side. Peter smiled proudly.
"Yup! Sraland, where everyone is a baron or baroness! I have a big heart, too!"

She giggled. "You're also reeeaaaally modest." She said sarcastically.

Yes, very fast friends.

~•~Back to the Present~•~

She looked at him confused.
"And? What's you're point? I just talked to you." She said. Not listening, he pressed on.

"You said you were an important country. (Please ignore this if you are using an actual country) (C/N), was it? There is no such country, province, or state. Much less, a micronation." He said the word 'micronation' like it caught in his throat.

She looked offended.
"(Rubbish), of course I'm a real nation! All history books must have been whitewashed, or maybe they just thought I wasn't important enough to be part of history!"

"That, and..."

~•~ Three Months Ago~•~

Peter had come home from the Kirkland house, after being babysat and treated like a child. Again, he was trying to convince them that he'll someday become a great country. Once again, they just rolled their eyes and ignored him. He felt like he was in a grumpy mood, and just wanted to sit down, do good internets, and play with his 'hamster'.

Waiting for him on his fort, was (C/N).
"(Hello) Peter." She greeted, grinning. He mirrored it. She was always there when he needed someone to talk to.

And by always, I mean always.

No matter where he was, she was always there. No matter what situation, she would miraculously appear. Almost as though...

~•~Back To The Present~•~

(Y/N) started to panic.
"W-What does that have to do with anything? I just wanted to hang out with you and caught you at a good time!" She exclaimed. "It was all just a coincidence!"

His caterpillar eyebrows furrowed.

"What about that time when I was sick? How did you just show up at my room?"
"Peter, you were half asleep! I walked in!"
"What about that time when I was hiding from Scotland after I had pranked him?"
"I was visiting-"
"What about that time when I was going over to Seborga's place, but got lost along the way and ended up in Switzerland's property?"
She hesitated.

~•~To That Place In Time~•~

Sealand was running frantically from the Swiss man's bullets, ducking and diving in every which way. He was getting tired. He couldn't use the 'Rocket Punch' at the time, since he wasn't wearing the proper attire of mecha cosplay.

Then (C/N) showed up like she always did. She ran to him and pulled him into the woods, avoiding bullets here and there. Sealand could've sworn that he saw a bullet go right through her.

She looked like she didn't break a sweat.
"Sealand, you idiot!" She chided, as she lead him to a familiar house. Seborga's home.

Peter had no idea how she knew where Seborga was usually was. She never seemed to be around him. Come to think of it, she never seemed to be around anyone other than himself. At the time, he was just glad she was there to save his butt.

He walked up to the door with (Y/N) and knocked. Seborga came out, a usual smile on his face.
"Ciao, Sealand. What brings you here?" Sealand smiled.

"I honestly forgot, but I want you to meet someone! Her name's (Y/N)! He believes that I can become a great nation!" The Italian snickered.
"Oh~ so do you have this ragazza with you?"

He turned around and pointed at where she was standing.
"She's right over there!"

Seborga looked into the background, not seeing the 'nation'.
"Where? I can't see her."

~•~....Yeah....~•~

She growled.
"Peter, what are you getting at?!" He looked up at her, dead in the eyes.

"And lastly, this is the most important part..."
"Pete-"
"I never told you my human name."

She froze. It was silent, other than the waves crashing against the fort. It seemed like they were the only people in Sealand.

She broke the silence with a laugh, but it came out more as a brief sob.
"He. I guess you'd find out soon enough." She muttered. She became more transparent. A warm glow came from where her heart was supposed to be. The micronation stepped back.

"What's going on?" He asked in shock and awe. She smiled weakly.
"You found out. It's only natural for an imaginary friend like me to fade out after you know that I don't.... exist." Her voice sounded like it was talking from underwater. Peter shook his head.

"No! Please, don't leave!" He called. She began to disappear. He tried to embrace her, but she was gone. A whisper was carried through the air, the last time he'd ever hear her voice.

Bye bye, Peter.

Just stood there,  not moving. Not blinking. He didn't even seem to be breathing.

All he truly wanted to say was that she was related to Canada. It never occured to him that she wasn't real. Even if she was, why did she have to go?

~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~
I swear, they get shitter by the chapter.
So, basically, he made you. He created you to be the girl of his dreams. Of course, you'd have to leave him when he'd find out about you so that he can grow up better.