Yandere Hetalia Scenarios

{Sealand/Chub!Reader} Jealousy, Cuddling, Proposal???

{A request! Gosh thank you for this, I owe it to ya', I've had an itch to write more for days but couldn't think of anything.
I hope this is what you were after! It's a bit long and probably strays from what you were hoping but ;u; I tried.
Thank you!}

{Authors note, 22nd Jan 2020; Hello friends. Now that I am older and have read this fic once again, I find it appropriate to mention I wrote this as a minor and in no way condone any romantic relations with somebody who is younger. I wrote this intending for Sealand to be crushing on the reader, same way a child would a teacher, with the reader passing him off like any adult would. Please keep that in mind as you read. At some point in the future this fic may be deleted, as without explanation or context it seems hard to understand that this has no ill will nor nasty intentions. For now it shall be up with this disclaimer, until I eventually change my mind. Thank you.}

11th March 2018
You're the bestest of them all

Glistening eyes of rage pierced through the back of a fellow country, shooting bullets through their skull of pure wrath and envy.

Hands gripped and clenched, bunching the cotton of white and blue, knuckles turning white as the owner hissed out in distaste.

The laughter coming from you would have been warming his heart from his very core, flowing through his body in waves of joy.

But not now, not when he wasn't the one making you express it. Not when he wasn't the cause of your happiness. Not when it wasn't him that was your source laughter.

"-So as I was saying,"

The country continued, much to Sealands utter delight, capturing your attention and keeping your eyes on them.

They didn't deserve your time.

He walked forward, taking in a breath that was soon snorted out in anger, sure he saw white clouds of hot breath from his own fury.

Standing right in front of you now, he interrupted your conversation with the other - not that he cared at all, they could go get lost for all they mattered - and taking your hand in his own, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"Wouldn't you much rather play with me?"

He asked, looking into your eyes, his own cups brimming with a mix of fiery emotions, boring them deep within your heart and soul, desperately calling out for your notice.

You went to say something, opening your lips slightly but then closing them, haulting your own words.

"Sealand? I was already talking with -"

"And I was already playing with them before you showed up."

He quickly shot back to the other country, trying to express their feelings to his rather rude intrusion, head only just turning so he made eye contact with them and give a death stare he was sure they'd never forget.

"Leave."

Was all he mouthed to them, before they finally concluded their conversation with you.

"Ugh. I suppose I'll have to catch up with you later then."

They sounded annoyed, how priceless, Sealand wishes he could see their face all scrunched up in distaste - but he was far too focused on you, far too happy to have you all to himself now.

You waved the other country goodbye, with a few shared 'See you's and 'farewell's, then turning back to the micro nation in front of you.

You asked what he wanted to play with you, and his face lit up with joy, all signs of ever being previously anything but happy washed away in an instant.

"We're going to cuddle!"

He demanded, taking your hand and leading you off somewhere, marching with you like a little soldier. He loved when people left you alone, though it must be hard for them when you are so enchanting, it meant you two could spend time together doing whatever he wanted! And right now all Sealand wanted was to sit down and hug you.

It took a while before you two found a nice spot to lay, Sealand making sure you were all cozy before resting on top of you. He held your body close, loving to hold you like this.

You two were alone and peaceful, enjoying the content in the silence, enjoying each other's warm presence. It was nice.

"You know,"

Sealand spoke, little head lifting up off of you.

"I love your body."

He says, before laying back down again and sighing happily.

"You're so nice to cuddle. Not like lame Britain who's all boney and gross."

You laughed, making Sealand laugh back in return, a bit flustered with his words.

You played with his hair, telling him he needs to stop being so mean to Britain - he just sticks his tongue out at you and claims that you're betraying him for being nice to the 'mean old git'.

You wonder where he got that insult from, rolling your eyes a bit.

For a while you two stay, idly chatting and talking, not much else going on aside from some small teasing here and there, though it seems all peaceful.

"I meant it you know,"

Sealands tone's gone a little serious, looking up at nothing in particular, though his mind was clearly wandering.

"When I said I liked your body,"

You go to speak but before you can he continues.

"I know that you don't really like it all of the time, and that makes me sad. Because, I like it all of the time."

His hands are up in front of his face, making gestures in the air.

"I think you're nice, and your body's the best for hugging."

He's wrapped his arms around you again, rubbing his cheek against your shoulder.

"You should like your body too, because, well... I think it's great!"

He says excitedly, giving you a tighter squeeze.

"You're way better than everyone else... you're the bestest of them all."

Your petting his head, curling your fingers in his hair, rubbing smoothing circles into his scalp.

"I'd like to marry you one day."

You start laughing, head flying back and eyes shut tight, losing your grip on him in favour of holding your own flushed cheeks.

Sealands confuses at first, giving you a questioning look.

"Why are you laughing? I'm being serious!"

But it's far too late, you can't stop now, shrill after shrill of beautiful laughter erupting from your throat and pooling warmth in Sealands heart.

He's blushing now, sitting up and looking away from you, his arms crossed.

"Stop laughing! It's not funny! I really do want to marry you!"

You swear, you loved him, you really did.

He was a funny kid.