The UsUk Collection

Scones and Deals

Sealand brings a container of burnt scones to a meeting he wasn't supposed to be in. Although the scones were supposed to be his snacks for the day, he finds the confectionaries missing after he left them unattended. Now what soul, other than Sealand, can stomach England's infamous burnt scones?

"Hey, Jerk England!"

I called out to my older brother, who was still inside the conference room.

Hmp! I, The Principality of Sealand, should have been apart of the World Conference in the first place! I managed to sneak myself inside the conference room during their break time until my jerk of an older brother kicked me out.

He'll see!

I'm going to be the greatest empire one day!

I'll be greater than the British Empire!

However, right now, there is a different matter to discuss.

As the countries filed outside the room, I walked in to see England gathering his documents and placing them inside his briefcase. Beside him was a taller nation, America by the looks of it, stood beside England, obviously annoying the hell out of him.

"America, will you quit it?! I do not want to watch a horror marathon with you! How many times do I have to-"

"Jerk England!" I called out to him one more time. I ignored America while I poke my brother's stomach. "Make me another batch of scones! I'm hungry!"

"Huh?" England replied. "The serving I made could last three days for you. How did you manage to finish them in one sitting?"

"Stupid! I didn't eat a single one of them because someone else ate them!" I complained. "I can't believe another soul can manage to eat those disgusting scones."

"Pardon me! If you think that my scones are revolting then why do you insist on eating them still?"

I didn't know how to reply back. I only manage to stutter out incoherent sentences, causing me to blush in embarrassment.

Despite the fact that other countries think England's food was bland and inedible, I, for some reason, can stomach and eat it just fine. Must be because I've been eating his food for a while.

I may hate England because he's a meany and he doesn't want to recognize me as a country, but he still somehow finds many ways to care for me. He sends me resources to help me maintain my country… and- and he lets me stay at his house and he gives me free food. When I got hurt one time, he didn't hesitate to help me. He's always the first one to run to my aid when I need it.

Okay so I don't actually hate England...

B-but I'll never admit it to him or anyone! Only the weak shows their personal feelings! I have to be strong!

"That's because it was the only thing I have! And somebody else ate it!" I retorted, puffing my cheeks and crossing my arms. "Now be a good brother and make me another batch! I'm starving!"

England sighed and closed his briefcase. "I can't make another batch, but I'll cook dinner for us. I'll let you stay in my house for tonight and we can make scones on the next day. How does that sound?"