This is a series of one-shots based off prompts. No yaoi or Gerita, Fruk, UsUk or anything like that. Father/Son relationship with France and Canada, England and America, England and Sealand, brotherly relationship between Germany and Italy, Canada and America and more may be used. No human names.
I'll try and update every Friday.
Prompt: Character is kidnaped!
Sealand really didn't have any reason to expect this. He couldn't possibly have seen this coming. In fact, no one could have seen this coming. Sealand was tied up in Italy's basement. He wasn't really sure what had happened. He had been trying to get England to acknowledge him as a country, and then Italy jumped him, tied him up, and dragged him off. Sealand still wasn't sure how.
He could here Italy and Germany upstairs. Italy's light hopping steps, followed by Germany's heavy, measured, manly stomps. Their talking was muffled; Sealand couldn't tell what they were talking about. Germany had only arrived about half an hour ago, and Sealand had been here for nearly six hours. Suddenly, the he heard a shout.
"Vat?! You kidnaped Sealand?! Vat vere you thinking?! Do you understand what you've done?!" Germany's voice threatened to knock the house done. Italy's smaller voice couldn't quite be heard, but Sealand was pretty sure he was attempting to calm the bigger nation. The door to the basement swung open. "He's down here? Italy, you moron!" Germany thumped down the stairs. Sealand's scream was muffle by the crude gag Italy had tried to stuff in his mouth.
"Be quiet, I'm not going to hurt you." Germany said, approaching the not-nation. Sealand obeyed, confused. But when he saw Italy bound up to Germany's side, he let loose a shriek of terror, and somehow managed to get to his knees, then to his feet. Before he could run, Germany swooped him up and swung Sealand over his shoulder.
Sealand squirmed, trying to get away. Italy looked really disappointed, but whatever Germany had said had convinced Italy not to attempt any sort of torture or further kidnappings. Unfortnently, Sealand didn't know this, and so when he saw Italy's scowl, he could only imagine that Italy planned all sorts of horribly things.
"No! Pwease, Mr. Italy, Mr. Germany, don't hurt me! I won't do anything, just let me go, pwease! I'll tell you what you want to know! I don't want to die; I'm not even a nation yet!" Sealand sobbed, his gag coming loose with his squirms. Germany grunted as he tried to hold him down.
"Vat are you talking about? I'm not going to hurt you, Sealand." Germany said, somehow managing to struggle up the stairs with a Sealand having a breakdown and Italy giving him a glare to rival Russia's. When Germany finally made it up the stairs, he stomped over to the couch and dropped Sealand on it. He landed with a little "Omph!" and Germany attempted to suppress a smile. Sealand and Italy had a bit in common.
Italy hung back, glaring at the two of them. Sealand whimpered. He had heard that Italy was harmless, useless, and defenently not scary. But that was not the impression Sealand was getting. Right now, Italy looked like the scariest thing on earth. Germany bent down and touched Sealand's wrists. Sealand burst into tears, causing Germany to pull back, confused and frustrated. Then he decided to plow ahead.
Germany grabbed Sealand's wrists and pulled off the rope binding them, then yanked off the rope around his elbows, waist, and feet.
Sealand was free. It took about six seconds for him to realize it. When he did, Sealand jumped off the couch, dashed throught the front door took off running, and didn't stop, not to reply to Germany's "You're welcome!" not for France's confused exclamation when Sealand ran into him, not to apologize for running over Greece's cat. Sealand ran all the way home and slammed the door behind him.
He leaned against the door, insuring that it would stay shut. (Of course, if anyone had attempted to enter, Sealand's weight would hardly stop them, but whatever.) Panting, he shakily flipped on a light. Sealand's blood curdling shriek managed to wake up England. The blonde nation sat up, blinking away the sleep.
"Oh, Sealand. I thought maybe something happened to you. So I came over here, but it was raining, so I didn't-" England's stiff explanation was cut off as a sobbing Sealand jumped head first into his lap. England awkwardly patted his back. He wasn't even supposed to acknowledge him, and comforting him was out of the question. But he could hardly push him away and walk off…
England sighed and asked Sealand what had happened to upset him this much. Sealand fell asleep in his arms that night.
P.S. Germany's still not talking to Italy.
