Sealand snapped.
He had waited for the American to make physical contact first to be in the right. He fairly didn't understand why that bastard touched his chin with his thumb like that, but it didn't matter, since Sealands fist slammed into Americas jaw nearly immediately.
Two weeks earlier
Watching Sealand growing inch by inch was just too fascinating for England, never in history he had seen one of their kind grow without riots and war.
No nation had a nice childhood. They'd be invaded, bear civil wars and fight for their right to live with huge losses.
Certainly Sealand was different. Most nations would just shrug their shoulders or maybe raise their eyebrows at the teen that lived in England's house. And they'd turn away and forget about him afterwards, since there was nothing to get and nothing to fear from the boy. (In fact there were relieved England solved the problem, because they never knew how to handle him.)
Much to Finlands and Swedens surprise England wanted the boy to move back into his house under the pretext that it would be easier for him to watch after his little brother.
But in reality he just loved to show him things and watch him grow. The boy bloomed exceptionally good and sometimes would show even real interest in what England was teaching him.
Even if Sealand was born out of a mistake and not accepted as a nation, he still was one of their kind
But of course, there were the fevers. Finland often came over to look after Sealand. He never said a word, happy about Sealands development, but couldn't stop worrying about him.
It was heartbreaking to see the Fin sit next to the bed, always holding the smaller hand, even if Sealand didn't like it.
After some time, when the renovation of Sealands base had passed the most urgent necessaries, the fevers got lighter.
England just wished Sealand would have been well when America came over...
The tall blonde seemed to think Sealand had gone quieter and less moody.
But his calm appearance that day had been the fruit of weeks full of arguments, discussions and fights between England, who wanted to get Sealand to understand that no you can't play now and yes the fever goes away faster when you lay down, and ill Sealand fighting it the best he could.
England finally did it and Sealand stayed quite when his temperature raised, because he wanted to be well again asap.
As soon as he was cured, the fight began.
They seemed to fight about everything. What they did, the way they talked, the weather (yes, the weather, because Sealand liked the rain, and America hated it, and it rained quite a lot, as always). It wasn't like the kind of arguments England and America had, both America and Sealand forced each other to fight all the time. It wasn't about annoying the other, it was just about who gave up first, win or lose.
England at the same time tried to make America leave with all his might. Of course he didn't hate America as much as he said he would, but he was so bloody annoying!
"Arthur! Let's go to the cinema!" America squealed one time, holing up the poster. It was a horror- movie with a big fat 'age-limit-18' printed on it in one corner.
"Don't use his name! You are not allowed to use it!" yelled Sealand. ('You are not allowed to' was his favourite game since he actually lived in the house and America was the visitor. Very adult-like.)
"Shut up, both of you! I'm working!" he responded harsh, shooing them out of his study.
The anger piled up more and more inside England, who was desperately trying not to freak out (too much).
But he never got the chance to scream it out.
One week after America arrived, he maybe made the biggest mistake he could have done in this situation.
It happened when he and Sealand were scrimmaging in the kitchen over dinner. America wanted to cook, Sealand gave his best to avoid it. They were yelling, America just about to get angry and forgetting his mocking tone and simply changed to insults, when Sealand, now a little taller than England, tackled his side.
England sat at the counter opposite the kitchen unit and drank his tea. He was close to exploding. His precious tee was the only thing that calmed him. He had taken one of his favourite cups, one of the last that Elisabeth had given him a long time ago. It had been a set of six cups, now only two were left, the others had been broken or gone missing in the wars of his. America had broken one a long time ago.
America tumbled, England turned his head just a second before both teens crushed into him.
There was no wining or yelling afterwards, because everyone had heard the clear 'CRAK' when England's cup had hit the counter.
Frozen, England stared at the cup that had rolled out of his hand. It looked unharmed, but the sound had been too loud. America rose from the floor, Sealand still clinging around his waist, looking shocked, too.
"Hehehey" America laughed a bit nervous "Seems like nothing happened! Lucky lucky!"
England didn't react. He just kept staring. Just his eyebrows furrowed slowly.
"Now come on! Look.." he said, reaching for the cub.
Just the moment he touched it, it broke into two pieces.
Immediately, England's chair make a scratching sound over the floor as he stood up, turned, and left the room without another word.
Ever since then, for seven days now, England had been ignoring America. Sealand had been careful around him at first too, but England treated him like nothing happened.
And he treated America like nothing happened, too.
To be more precisely, he acted like America wasn't there.
He didn't listen to him apologizing, and walked past him without looking at him, sometimes he even looked through him when he was talking with Sealand. Latter was amused. He grew a bit quieter too, enjoying how England bullied his former colony He wasn't as good as England in ignoring the taller, still fighting with him a lot. If they did so, England would ask Sealand to please stop talking to himself. If America ate or drank something, England would tidy up the dishes while America was still eating. He'd turn of the TV when only America was watching. And so on.
Usually he could never bring up the energy to ignore the younger nation, loosing his temper too quickly, but this time he was really angry.
It was quite effective, America didn't know what to do. He had tried everything, even running around naked. England didn't even blush. It was serious.
Maybe Arthur needs a therapy? First he saw fairies and know he also stopped seeing me? Caught in his dream-world? I have to save him! That's what a hero should do!
America decided to go to bed early (only to find his bed in the guest room stripped and his belongings in a box next to it, already addressed to be send to his home) and surprise England in the next mornings glory when he would still be sleepy. He opened the box with a sigh, something had to be done. And sleepy Arthur was always easier to talk to, he let his guard down easier.
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For all respect to his great idea, when his alarm went at 5:30 the next morning, he realised the flaw his his plan: He hated getting up early and his mood was on a down point.
Regardless he still got up and walked down the stairs. There was light in the kitchen, just as he had anticipated. He rubbed one eye and walked in. Arthur was standing in front of the sink, washing out a cup.
"Hey Arthur" he chirped and walked over to him.
The person turned around, and America already cheered inwardly for his victory, before he realized that sea-blue eyes priced through him. Not green, blue.
He stopped in his tracks, shocked. Did he really mistake Sealand for his Arthur? Well, now that he thought about it, they looked similar.
Ignoring the sharp look Sealand gave him he stepped closer, examining the boys face. The eyes were blue of course, maybe the aspect that had made him forget the resemblance over the last two weeks. And the eyebrows weren't as dark and thick, but still abnormal huge. The cheekbones were also the same, the whole face, just.. younger. Arthur didn't look old, but adult (even with his ridiculous tininess), whereas Sealand...
The silence between them continued. Sealand didn't get what Americas expression said, he had never seen someone look at him like this before. The only thing he knew was he was getting more and more pissed with every second, while America followed his thoughts.
Unconsciously, the taller raised a hand to gently grab Sealands chin and bent down to him slowly.
No one would ever know what would have happened if Sealand hadn't moved.
Because the next moment his fist punched against Americas jaw quite painfully with all his force.
Okay~This took quite long, over two weeks, sorry~
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