H e t a l i a || x readers

Sealand x Reader |Fanfic|

(A/N: Awe look at lil' fetus Sealand w/ those green eyes what a cutie lol. Anyway, since this is a Sealand x Reader, this will take place when Reader or Y/n-Chan was a child so yeah.)

• His Flower •

     You giggled as you and your friend tumbled through an open field of wildflowers. Your bare knees were dirty and grass stained but you didn't mind that. Your eyes were wide with adventure and your heart was alive.

Camping with the Kirkland family was always a blast, and you considered yourself blessed to be able to every single year. Arthur was usually grumpily leading the gang, but today it was Scotland that was angrily giving out directions and criticizing Ireland on his inability to read road maps. Iggy was sick with the flu, grumbling in the backseat.

You and Peter had been in the very back of the travel van, as the rest decided they couldn't stand your energy. So far, you had spent 30% of your time singing really obnoxious songs like 'The Song That Never Ends' or '99 Bottles Of Beer On The Wall' and had practically driven the rest beyond insanity. 

You spent another 20% eating, 10% sleeping and 40% complaining about obnoxiously disgusting smelling rest stops/porter potties or teasing Ireland about his dopey four leaf clover hair pin.

And now, you were finally to the campsite. 

It was a large, open dirt area surrounded by a forest on one side, and a giant field of wildflowers, the one you and Peter were in now. 

Well, you were.

Now, you were sitting by a crackling campfire, roasting Marshmallows. England had already gone to bed, and Ireland and Scotland, (not surprisingly,) were far from sober. 

Sealand crammed another triple-decker S'more in his mouth, covering his already filthy cheeks in marshmallow and melted chocolate.  You giggled as he gave you a confident thumbs up, yelling at you in his cute English accent that you envied so much.

"Hey! (Y/N)! Try it!" He stated happily, energy sizzling. 

You nodded a little, giggling. "Aye, Aye, Capt'n." You gave him a salute, and you both broke into a pit of giggles as he handed you a S'more.

You hesitantly bit into the cracker, crushing through the chocolate and marshmallow. Your eyes lit up in delight, you've tasted them before, but never this good.

He saw the look on your face and immediately knew you were in love. He gave you a cheer, laughing loudly as it echoed through the forest. 

You decided you wanted to try to cook your own, confidently taking hold of the Metal Roaster. You slipped a marshmallow on each tooth, giving you four to roast at a time.

You carefully simmered it over the flame, being extra careful to get just the right amount of smoke and flame, whilst not burning it in the process.

Part of you was glad Arthur was sick, he'd have lit the whole campsite on fire trying to do this, you giggled at the thought.

Seeing the delicious, delicate golden-brown color envelope your marshmallows, you impatiently pulled the roaster from the fire, positioning it like a trident so you could get them.

But, incidentally, your finger slipped, and you dropped all four marshmallows into the bark and dirt below, burning your finger on the roaster and crying out. Peter immediately dropped what he was doing and shot to your side.

"(Y/N)! He screeched in worry. His hand grabbed yours as you teared up. Your three middle fingers were bright pink and very hot. He immediately shot over to his bag, coming back with a little first-aid kit.

It's so cute how prepared he gets.

He stuck his tongue out in concentration as he began to slide over the little latches in order to pop open the container. He took out a little tube of burn cream, three bandages and a cold pack. 

He began crunching the pack so that it would freeze up, placing it on your hand as you sniffled, holding back tears.

Now sitting on the log, across from you, he took your hand, placing the pack in the palm.

"Hold that on there for a bit, it should help." He pleaded, his cute eyes gleaming with worry.

You nodded, sniffling again before wiping your eyes and holding the pack against your little fingers. He looked at you with a sad smile. 

"Sorry you burned yourself, (Y/N). I should've been paying attention." He apologized, looking guilty.

"No, It's okay. I slipped." You assured him, smiling thankfully and pulling your friend into a hug, which he happily accepted.

Pulling away, he took your hand again, opening the tube of burn cream and putting some on his finger before gently placing it against your burns on all three fingers, eyebrows creased in concentration.

 He then opened the first bandaid and slipping it on your ring finger, giving you a satisfied smile before doing the same to the next two fingers.

He looked so cute, blushing as he helped fix you up.

You giggled, leaning forward and giving him a kiss on the cheek.

He looked a bit startled, blushing furiously.

You laughed lightly. "Thank you, Peter." You hummed, closing your eyes and smiling warmly.

The pain had faded and what was left was a light stinging feeling that you chose to ignore. You just kind of sat there for a minute, staring at each other, daring the other to speak.

He finally leaned forward a bit. "N-No problem.. (Y/N)." He stuttered, closing his and inching closer to you. Gently, he pressed his lips to yours. 

It was tender and innocent. You held the kiss there for a moment, blushing as you both smiled and pulled away.

"I-I reckon you'd like to go flower hunting with me tomorrow, (Y/N)?" Peter blushed, looking away.

You giggled happily, nodding. "Defiantly!"

He smiled softly, still a bit shy from the kiss.

The things this would start were unimaginable. Just where were you two going to go?

You smiled to yourself. You were still children, but you could both tell you weren't going to stay as just friends.

After all, you were his flower.