Author's note: This little thing is inspired by a beautiful fanart pic of England and Sealand that I'll link below. I've never written these two together before so it was a little tough but I think I did okay c:

"I'm going to be a great Nation someday!"

England rolled his eyes as he walked along the dirt path, keeping a close eye on his younger brother. Sealand skipped towards him, a teasing grin on his face.

"You know it's true, jerk!"

"Shouldn't you savor your youth while you can?" England grumbled.

"But I wanna be recognized!" the boy whined.

"You are recognized."

Sealand's eyes widened. "Really? I am?"

England smirked and ruffled his hair. "Yes, you're recognized as an annoying little brat."

Sealand glared at him and stuck his tongue out. "You're just jealous, 'cos I'm gonna surpass you one day."

"Oh you will?" England laughed. "And how might you do that?"

"I dunno yet."

A fond smile graced the older Nation's face. "I think Berwald and Tino would be sad if you grew up and left them."

"Nu-uh," Sealand replied with a shake of his head. "They'd understand."

"They would?"

"Yep." Sealand suddenly jumped up and grabbed England's forearm with both his hands, swinging back and forth as he was lifted up. "Just you wait," he said.

England chuckled to himself and used all his upper body strength to lift his brother higher. "Enjoying yourself?"

"Papa's taller so it's more fun to do this with him," he replied. His cheeks suddenly turned very red. "But...I kinda like hanging out with you. Just don't tell anybody else!"

"I promise." England swung his arm, letting Sealand feel as if he could fly.

There was a moment of silence as Sealand stopped swinging suddenly and just hung by his older brother's arm. "Hey," he said softly.

"Yes?" England glanced down at him as he continued walking along the path. Sealand stared back at him, biting his lip, before letting go of his arm and throwing his arms around England's waist. "P-Peter?"

"I call you a jerk all the time," he mumbled into his suit jacket. "But I'm glad you're my brother…"

England's eyes widened and he slowly brought his arms up to hug him back. "I…I'm glad too," he whispered.

"Really?" He pulled back with wide blue eyes.

"Yes," England smiled, petting his head, "really."

Here's the pic that inspired this (be sure to take the spaces out when copy/pasting):

http:/ /i185. photobucket .com/albums/x152/CrimsonAlchemist75/ 10426040 .jpg