The doorbell chimed in a melodious pattern that could only reflect my foster mother's mood, a cacophony of jolly jingles that mixed together harmoniously. I rocked on the balls of my feet, the edges of my capris shorts ruffling in the slight breeze. Sure, some people would say it's cold here in Finland, but I was accustomed to the constant cold, being located in the middle of the ocean where the wind blew in a constant routine, bringing frigid airs and ominous storms. And visiting my foster parents so often has allowed me time to adapt to the cold.
The door opened and I was greeted with the Finnish man himself, beaming down at me with that always-present smile that seemed to brighten up the mood. It seemed to cancel out the hauntingly intimidating vibe Sweden seemed to radiate from his place behind the jolly nation. However, I seemed to be immune to Sweden's scary gaze and just smiled brightly up at them.
"Hey Mumsy and Poppa!" I cry, flinging myself into the arms of Finland, who wrapped his strong arms around me. I liked the way his arms felt, they weren't anything like Jerk Britain's arms, which were wimpy and meant for holding books, not guns. Most people were surprised when I said Finland had muscles, maybe because he always claimed to be "a delicate flower". But only a few people had seen past the weak façade, to the side where he could shoot a tin can 100 meters away.
"Hello Sealand! I hope you don't mind, but Mister Denmark is going to stop by today," Finland informed me in his heavily accented voice. I nodded excitedly. I had only met the Danish man once, but from Finland's repetitive stories and Sweden's crude remarks about him, I knew he was an interesting man. Finland ushered me inside and shut the door behind me as I ran off into the living room, plopping down energetically on the couch. Almost as soon as I sat down, a puff of white greeted me, and I extended my arms to greet the moving fluff ball.
"Hanatamago!" I cry, embracing the dog as it sniffed and licked my face. I giggled, stroking my fingers through Hana's soft fur. Finland and Sweden soon joined me, creating a cute family portrait.
Until the rapid ringing of the doorbell interrupted us.
Instead of the jolly tune, the notes of the bells were intermingled, creating a messy slush of repetitive notes that didn't mix in the slightest. Sweden grumbled under his breath (most likely a string of Swedish curses) while Finland hopped to his feet and ran to the door, Hana stumbling along in his stead. The door creaked open and there was intense yelling of incomprehensible words as well as a lot of banging noises, and my curiosity got the best of me, I pulled myself to my feet from Sweden's comfortable Ikea couch and shuffled back towards the doorway. I was met with the sigh of a large man squeezing me Mumsy to death. I ran to her aid, trying not be mesmerized by the large man's deep laugh, which sounded strangely sweet in my ears. Before I could intervene and save my Mumsy from her impending doom, Finland began to laugh, patting the man on the back and prying himself away.
"Oh Mister Denmark, you always were overly affectionate!" Finland exclaimed to the beaming man. My eyes widened. This was Denmark? For some reason, he was different than I remembered. Or that may have been my imagination; I haven't seen him in over a year.
"Oh Sealand, I didn't even notice you! You've met Mister Denmark before, ya?" Finland questions, turning to me. I can feel the gaze of the Danish man on me and I suppress a shudder, which attempts to crawl up my spine for reasons unknown. I subconsciously move closer to Finland, who laughs and wraps an arm around my shoulder. This action helps to soothe my creeping chills.
"Oh yeah, the micro nation! Hey there!" Denmark says energetically, bouncing up and down slightly. The vibrations rocked the hardwood floor and I shrunk back slightly. But I immediately shot up after he called me a micro nation.
"I'm not a micro nation! I'm a country!" I yell defiantly, crossing my arms "And one day you guys are going to realize that!" I pout. Denmark tilts his head slightly while Finland chuckles nervously, patting my back softly.
"Right! Now Sealand, why don't you stay and play with Mister Denmark upstairs while I talk to Mister Sweden!" Finland says before rushing off back into the living room. No sooner had the words left his mouth had the Dane began to drag me upstairs, acting like a child on sugar hives.
"I hope you like Legos Sealand!" Denmark announces as he drags me to the attic, where a collection of Legos await me.
I frown slightly. Now I understand why Wy was so annoyed at me. And she thought I was childish. Clearly she never met the Danish man before me. Part of me believed he was even more eerie than Sweden just because of his overly flamboyant attitude.
"Denmark, calm down!" I cry, for one feeling mature despite my young physical appearance. Mentally, I had the mind of a grown human, so that had to count for something!
"Sealand! I thought kids were supposed to be fun! Don't kids like Legos?" He questions with a slight pout.
"I'm an adult!" I protest loudly. I'm surprised when Denmark is suddenly directly in front of me, peering down at me with brilliant blue eyes.
"You're an adult huh?" He questions and I gulp, nodding bravely.
"Uh-huh I am!" I say, crossing my arms. "And I'm also a country and I have a big heart!"
I gasp as my feet leave the floor and I'm lying against the carpeted floorboards where the Legos don't seem to be present. Denmark is hovering over me, looking like a cat that just caught a mouse. And by the terrified squeak that just left my mouth due to the Dane's sweet movements, one could infer that's what the scenario was.
"Well, an adult wouldn't mind if I did this then," Denmark said, moving a finger so it lightly grabbed the azure tie wrapped lazily around my neck. He tugged it gently and I gasped, my enlarged sailor hat slipping off my head and onto the floor below me. Denmark smirked at the reaction, moving so his fingers moved to the buttons on my sailor suit. The touch was foreign to me. Despite my mental age, I had never experienced such a feeling that the Dane supplied me with. Maybe it was because I looked like a prepubescent boy and nobody would want to subject them to that. I mean, this wasn't Boku no Pico here.
"You like that, don't you, Sealand" Denmark whispers in my ear before biting the lobe teasingly. I gasp and Denmark trails his mouth down to my mouth, attaching his large lips to my smaller ones. Because of my surprise, it was easy for him to slip his tongue inside, exploring the miniscule cavern with the large muscle. I couldn't control the childish moan that grew in my throat and escaped my mouth in between the heated kiss. Denmark obviously was pleased, trailing his kiss down from my mouth to my neck, biting at the tender skin there. I could feel my brain malfunction, the blood necessary for processing what was happening flowing to a location south of the intended organ.
Suddenly, Denmark ripped open my shirt, the sound of a button flying off echoing through the room as it landed amongst the scattered Legos. I didn't care right now; I was too busy focused on the cold that found its way onto my now exposed chest. Denmark didn't pause for a moment, pulling off my small tie and moving his mouth so his tongue slid down my chest, ignorant to my rapidly beating heart and shudders of pleasure. I began to squirm once Denmark's mouth reached the rim of my capris shorts. His teeth grazed my tender skin as he gripped the elastic between his incisors and tugged them downward, moving my pants away so he could reach my undergarments, which were tighter due to recent events. He chuckled slightly at my reaction, moving his face back up so it faced mine, his breath tickling my cheek.
"How do you feel, Sealand? Like an adult?" he purrs and I shudder again.
"I-I don't know. Denmark, I feel weird!" I cry and Denmark hushes me by kissing my lips passionately, smirking into the kiss.
"It's okay Sealand, it's natural eskler." He comforts. I look up at him and he smiles, calming my nerves.
"W-why are your clothes still on?" I question and the Dane laughs. I furrow my eyebrows, did I say something wrong?
"If you want them off, you gotta do it yourself!" Denmark exclaims and my face is overcome with red. With shaky hands, I force myself to unbutton his shirt. Denmark helps guide my hands so the buttons slip through the holes and help to pull the sleeves out before tossing the shirt off to somewhere unknown. Denmark helps me to remove his pants, his large hands resting on top of my smaller ones as he pulls the fabric below his knees. I can see a bulge beneath his Denmark-flag printed boxers and I gulp, already anticipating the size. Denmark smirks at my reaction and detaches his hands from mine, bringing his to the waistline of my underwear and pulling them down until they met my capris. I blushed as Denmark looked downwards with a self-satisfactory smirk, seeing the raging erection I had. Sure, it was nothing to be proud of, but it was big for my size! And I was content with it nonetheless.
Denmark stroked it for a second, eliciting a groan from me at the peculiar feeling. This seemed to motivate him as he wrapped his large hands around my length, almost completely encompassing the whole mass. I arched my back into him as he rubbed his hands back and forth. This feeling was so foreign, but I embraced it nonetheless.
"Sealand~" Denmark purred and I moaned in a not-so-manly manner. This seemed to spur Denmark as he moved at a faster pace. He grunted as a warm feeling made it known in my stomach. I was about to cry out, when Denmark suddenly removed his hand. I opened my blue eyes to see him grinning down at me, loving the reaction he's obtained from me.
"Can't have all the fun without me, now can you?" He purrs and I nod hesitantly, unsure what he meant. He nods and shifts so he can remove his boxers. I gasp at the sight of his long length. He grins cockily at me, obviously proud of what he has.
Denmark positions me so I'm lying down again. He hovers over me once more.
"I'm guessing you've never done this before?" He asks. From my blush and the embarrassed turn of my head, he can guess what that means and he chuckles.
"Don't worry, I'll be gentle." He says, sticking one finger inside me. I gasp in shock.
"At first" He whispers and I shudder once more as he shoves another finger in and starts scissoring through me, obviously loosening me up. It hurts and I cry out slightly, but Denmark gently kisses my nose and whispers comforting things in my ear. After a few moments, he withdraws. I sigh out in relief, but it is short lived as something else pokes the skin near the hole. I can only guess what it is, and my suspicions are confirmed as it finds the hole and sticks itself partway in, allowing me time to cry out again as the Dane groans. He moves deeper inside me and I can feel pain shoot up from the area to my mouth as I cry out again, tears springing to my eyes as more of him enters me. Denmark kisses the tears away, his lips hovering near my closed eyelids so he can catch the tears.
"Don't worry, eskler, it'll only last a moment, I promise" He says and all I can do is nod.
We wait like that for a moment, Denmark about ¾ in me. Finally the pain subsides and I nod with a weak moan. Denmark gets the message and slowly moves out before sliding back in. Instead of pain this time, I feel a strange pleasure. This new feeling causes me to gasp and groan. I can hear Denmark's throaty laugh, which still sounds angelic in my ears, as he thrusts in and out of me. I arch into him subconsciously, hardly aware of the new instinct taking over me as Denmark grunts at the effort of pushing himself into my small hole, stretching it further with each thrust. Pain lingers around the edge, but the massive amounts of pleasure that come in waves balances it out, making up for the slight uncomfortable feeling settling in my stomach. But it soon grows into a knot and I know enough to know what it is.
"Denmark, I-I! ~" I call out. Denmark nods and he thrusts faster. I can tell from the loud grunts he's close to and after another thrust I feel the release, allowing the sticky seed to plaster itself around the room, sticking to Denmark's face, my stomach and a few scatters Legos. A few thrusts later and Denmark follows my lead, releasing deep inside me. It overflows onto the carpets as he pulls out, flopping down next to me.
"Feel like an adult yet?" He questions with a goofy grin.
I nod, an odd feeling of euphoria passing through me, "If this is what being a country feels like, I can't wait until someone acknowledges me," I say dreamily.