[Fic] Big Damn Hero
No, I still do things...honest...
Title: Big Damn Hero
Characters: England, Sealand, America, mentions of Sweden and Latvia.
Ratings/Warnings: PG, fighting and fire.
Summary: England and Sealand are forced to spend the day together, and things never go as planned.
England hated Family Day.
It was a day Sweden made when he realized that Sealand really didn’t care all that much about England and vice versa. Once a month he would send Sealand to spend the whole day, that’s a full twenty four hours, with England. And England hated it with a passion. He knew Sealand hated it just as much as he did if how much he complained and begged England to just take him home already were anything to go by.
Recently however England had come up with a brilliant plan to make Family Day bearable: invite America along too. In theory it seemed like a crazy idea, why would he want to add to his headache, but Sealand and America got along spectacularly and would spend the day out and away from England so he could get some work done in peace. And afterwards, when Sealand went home, he got to spend some time with just America. In the end, it was a win-win situation for everyone involved.
Except, of course, the day when America couldn’t make it.
“Sorry England,” America sighed over the phone, “The Senate is meeting tomorrow to finally discuss that bill and I really need to be there.”
“I, well, th-that’s quite alright,” it really wasn’t, but he forced that stiff upper lip he was known for and carried on, “I’m sure Sealand and I will have a brilliant time even without you here.”
“Well don’t go making me feel jealous now,” he chuckled, “I’ve gotta go. Tell the kid I said hi when you see him!”
“Yes, right, will do,” England hung up the phone before he could say anything else and silently cursed the situation in his head.
He was now faced with the task of entertaining a child that wanted nothing to do with him for a whole day.
Tomorrow was going to be hell.
***
THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! went Sealand’s rubber ball against the wall of England’s office.
Tick, tick, tick, went the clock on the wall of England’s office.
Scratch, scratch, scratch, went the pen England was writing with in England’s office.
THUMP! Tick. Scratch. In a song, of sorts, for about an hour.
THUMP! Tick. Scratch. THUMP! Tick. Scratch. THUMP! Tick. Scratch. THUMP! CRASH!
England looked up from his paper work to find that Sealand had knocked the clock off the wall. “See?” he reprimanded as he stood up and walked over, “That’s why I told you not to play with that in here! Look at the mess! Don’t touch it!” He pushed Sealand out of the way as he inspected he damage, “Now I need a new clock.”
Sealand pouted and put the ball in his pocket, “What am I supposed to do Jerk England?” he wandered over to a chair and plopped down, “I’m bored. This place is boring, you’re boring.”
“And being with you is such a thrill for me,” England sneered as he left the room, “I’m going to get a broom to clean up your mess. Stay here, and for the love of god, don’t touch anything.”
As soon as he was gone, Sealand ran over to the desk and started flipping through his papers.
“These are no fun,” he sighed after a while, “All finances and junk. Where are the secret MI6 files? Or better yet, where are the official nationhood papers?”
“Sorry, I seem to have left those at home,” England scoffed as he entered the room and pointed the broom handle at Sealand, “Get away from my desk. You’ve caused enough trouble already.”
Sealand crossed his arms and put his feet on the desk in protest. England rolled his eyes and gave up, focusing instead on sweeping the glass.
“Where’s Bartholomew at?” he wondered out loud at he went to throw the glass away at the trash can by his desk, “He should have heard a crash like that.”
“I sent him out a while ago to get me ice cream,” England paused in his task and glared and Sealand, “Don’t worry, I told him it was for you.”
“You can’t, Sealand, you don’t just send other people’s assistants to do your bidding!”
“What else I’m a supposed to do!” he kicked away from the desk, causing the chair to roll back until it hit the wall, “You won’t let me do anything, just sit here and watch you work!”
“I thought,” England finished throwing out the glass and turned towards the broken clock on the floor so his back was to Sealand, “I thought, since you want to be a nation so bad, you’d like to see what a nation actually does,” he turned back to glare at him, “I didn’t think you’d be such a brat about it!”
“Yeah because watching you sitting around and write stuff all day is the best,” Sealand grumbled and sunk further into the chair, “I wish America was here. He’s way more fun than you.”
England froze for a moment before furry took over. He marched over to Sealand, grabbed his wrist, and yanked him out of the chair.
“Ow!” he winced and tried to pull out of England’s tight grip to no avail, “Jerk, why are you-”
“If you’re such a fan of breaking clocks,” he dragged him out of the office, “You’re going to help me get another one.”
“Oh joy, a shopping trip,” Sealand rolled his eyes, “Seriously, it’s no wonder you have no friends.”
England snapped and forcefully turned Sealand so they were facing each other, “Would you shut up for just five bloody seconds!?” he shouted in his face, “Ever since you got here it’s been nothing but whining and moaning! Well I’ve had it! It’s not like I want you here either!”
The words were out of England’s mouth before he realized he was saying them. Sealand looked like he was about to cry, but before England could stutter out an apology, he had kicked him rather hard in the shin and made his escape, shouting, “Jerk!” over his shoulder.
Before England fully understood what had happened, Sealand was already out of the building.
***
England had immediately run after Sealand, but he was small and quick and evaded him with ease. He asked just about everyone he met on the street if they saw a boy in a sailor suit. Most hadn’t, but some had, and England had spent the better part of his afternoon chasing down whatever leads he could to find Sealand.
A fire truck passed him on the street. As he stared after it he felt his stomach clench, and somehow just knew Sealand was wherever that truck was going. Never one to question his gut, England chased after the fire truck.
It stopped in front of a burning school building. Outside stood the congregation of teachers and students, with the teachers and older students trying to calm down the younger ones. The firefighters jumped off the fire truck that England followed and joined the others already in action.
“Sh, calm down Nathan,” an older girl was saying to a young boy, “It’s alright. We all got out, and that’s the important thing.”
“B-but,” Nathan sniffled and wiped at his eyes, “P-Peter’s still inside!”
“Peter?” a nearby teacher asked, “Last I checked there were no Peters on the roster.”
“He doesn’t exactly go to the school,” the girl admitted, “He just kind of showed up today…”
And that was all England needed to hear. He rushed into the building before the firefighters outside had a chance to shout “Hey you stay back!”
England quickly realized that running into a building that was currently on fire when he still had no idea where Sealand was in said building was not the best of plans, but he had already made his choice, and he wasn’t about to change his mind now.
“Sealand!” he shouted as he made his way through the burning rubble, “Sealand! Can you hear me?”
The smoke was starting to get to England. He coughed and rubbed at his stinging eyes, refusing to turn back now, “Sealand!”
“E-England!” he heard a small voice cough and call from somewhere above him. Ignoring the flames, England sprinted forward and up what remained of the stairs.
“Sealand!” he called out again, trying his best to peer through the smoke, “Sealand, where are you?”
“E-England!”
He followed the voice down the hall and kicked open what was left of one of the doors. Inside was Sealand, curled up in the corner of what was once a classroom, coughing, trying not to cry and failing.
England didn’t say anything. He charged through the flames, picked up Sealand in his arms, and left the room. When he got to the stairs, however, he discovered that they were mostly gone, the skeletal remains engulfed in flames.
“Sealand,” he whispered into the boy’s ear, “I’m going to need you to trust me and hold on tight, alright?”
He felt Sealand nod and cling to his shoulders tightly. Without hesitating, England slammed his foot hard on the already weakened floorboards, breaking them, and the two of them to fell to the floor below. He landed on his feet, clutching Sealand tight to his chest, and felt a pain sear his ankle, but he didn’t stop to think about it as he ran out of the building into the fresh, smoke free air.
A firefighter found them as soon as they made it outside and led them over to a nearby ambulance. There they were given oxygen and treated for their minor burns as well as England’s sprained ankle. All in all they were alright. The medics congratulated them on their surprisingly alright condition while the firefighters reprimanded England for doing something so reckless, telling him to just let them do their job next time, and he apologized profusely.
“England,” he looked over as Sealand tugged on his sleeve after everyone left them alone, “I’m sorry I broke your clock.”
England hesitated before pulling Sealand into a hug, “That’s quite alright lad, I forgive you. I’m, sorry I snapped at you before.”
Sealand tentatively returned the hug, “So you…don’t hate me?”
“No,” England hugged him a little tighter, “I don’t hate you.”
“I don’t hate you either,” Sealand buried his face into England’s chest, “but you’re still a jerk.”
“And you’re still a brat,” England laughed as he kissed his head, “but, I can handle it.”
***
“You seriously went into the building after him?” America laughed. England had just finished telling him about the most recent Family Day during the lunch break of one of their infamous world meetings, “And you’re the one always telling me not to do stupid things!”
“Yes, well,” England blushed and cleared his throat as he shifted his weight to his good ankle, “Desperate situations call for desperate actions, so-”
“Oh England,” America draped an arm across his shoulders, “If you want to copy me and be a hero so bad, I would be more than happy to give you tips! All you have to do is ask.”
“I wasn’t-”
“Ow!” America suddenly shouted and clutched his leg. They both turned to see a rather upset Sealand pulling his leg back.
“Don’t make fun of him!” he shouted as he took a step forward, “He’s more of a hero than you think, Jerk America!”
“I, okay,” America put his hands up and backed away, “Sorry.”
Sealand nodded before running off to bug Latvia. England tried and failed to hold back his laughter.
“It wasn’t that funny,” America pouted.
“You’re quite right,” England said between giggles, “I’m being extremely polite only laughing this much.”
America pouted some more before finally breaking into a smile, “Well of course you’re a hero. You hang around with me, so it’s only natural that some of my awesome rubbed off on you.”
“Keep telling yourself that.”
America looked down at his watch, “We still have time before the meeting starts back up again. Want to get ice cream? My treat, from one hero to another. We can bring Sealand too.”
England looked over at where Sealand and Latvia were laughing and couldn’t help the small smile that crept on his face.
“I’d like that.”
Title: Big Damn Hero
Characters: England, Sealand, America, mentions of Sweden and Latvia.
Ratings/Warnings: PG, fighting and fire.
Summary: England and Sealand are forced to spend the day together, and things never go as planned.
England hated Family Day.
It was a day Sweden made when he realized that Sealand really didn’t care all that much about England and vice versa. Once a month he would send Sealand to spend the whole day, that’s a full twenty four hours, with England. And England hated it with a passion. He knew Sealand hated it just as much as he did if how much he complained and begged England to just take him home already were anything to go by.
Recently however England had come up with a brilliant plan to make Family Day bearable: invite America along too. In theory it seemed like a crazy idea, why would he want to add to his headache, but Sealand and America got along spectacularly and would spend the day out and away from England so he could get some work done in peace. And afterwards, when Sealand went home, he got to spend some time with just America. In the end, it was a win-win situation for everyone involved.
Except, of course, the day when America couldn’t make it.
“Sorry England,” America sighed over the phone, “The Senate is meeting tomorrow to finally discuss that bill and I really need to be there.”
“I, well, th-that’s quite alright,” it really wasn’t, but he forced that stiff upper lip he was known for and carried on, “I’m sure Sealand and I will have a brilliant time even without you here.”
“Well don’t go making me feel jealous now,” he chuckled, “I’ve gotta go. Tell the kid I said hi when you see him!”
“Yes, right, will do,” England hung up the phone before he could say anything else and silently cursed the situation in his head.
He was now faced with the task of entertaining a child that wanted nothing to do with him for a whole day.
Tomorrow was going to be hell.
***
THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! went Sealand’s rubber ball against the wall of England’s office.
Tick, tick, tick, went the clock on the wall of England’s office.
Scratch, scratch, scratch, went the pen England was writing with in England’s office.
THUMP! Tick. Scratch. In a song, of sorts, for about an hour.
THUMP! Tick. Scratch. THUMP! Tick. Scratch. THUMP! Tick. Scratch. THUMP! CRASH!
England looked up from his paper work to find that Sealand had knocked the clock off the wall. “See?” he reprimanded as he stood up and walked over, “That’s why I told you not to play with that in here! Look at the mess! Don’t touch it!” He pushed Sealand out of the way as he inspected he damage, “Now I need a new clock.”
Sealand pouted and put the ball in his pocket, “What am I supposed to do Jerk England?” he wandered over to a chair and plopped down, “I’m bored. This place is boring, you’re boring.”
“And being with you is such a thrill for me,” England sneered as he left the room, “I’m going to get a broom to clean up your mess. Stay here, and for the love of god, don’t touch anything.”
As soon as he was gone, Sealand ran over to the desk and started flipping through his papers.
“These are no fun,” he sighed after a while, “All finances and junk. Where are the secret MI6 files? Or better yet, where are the official nationhood papers?”
“Sorry, I seem to have left those at home,” England scoffed as he entered the room and pointed the broom handle at Sealand, “Get away from my desk. You’ve caused enough trouble already.”
Sealand crossed his arms and put his feet on the desk in protest. England rolled his eyes and gave up, focusing instead on sweeping the glass.
“Where’s Bartholomew at?” he wondered out loud at he went to throw the glass away at the trash can by his desk, “He should have heard a crash like that.”
“I sent him out a while ago to get me ice cream,” England paused in his task and glared and Sealand, “Don’t worry, I told him it was for you.”
“You can’t, Sealand, you don’t just send other people’s assistants to do your bidding!”
“What else I’m a supposed to do!” he kicked away from the desk, causing the chair to roll back until it hit the wall, “You won’t let me do anything, just sit here and watch you work!”
“I thought,” England finished throwing out the glass and turned towards the broken clock on the floor so his back was to Sealand, “I thought, since you want to be a nation so bad, you’d like to see what a nation actually does,” he turned back to glare at him, “I didn’t think you’d be such a brat about it!”
“Yeah because watching you sitting around and write stuff all day is the best,” Sealand grumbled and sunk further into the chair, “I wish America was here. He’s way more fun than you.”
England froze for a moment before furry took over. He marched over to Sealand, grabbed his wrist, and yanked him out of the chair.
“Ow!” he winced and tried to pull out of England’s tight grip to no avail, “Jerk, why are you-”
“If you’re such a fan of breaking clocks,” he dragged him out of the office, “You’re going to help me get another one.”
“Oh joy, a shopping trip,” Sealand rolled his eyes, “Seriously, it’s no wonder you have no friends.”
England snapped and forcefully turned Sealand so they were facing each other, “Would you shut up for just five bloody seconds!?” he shouted in his face, “Ever since you got here it’s been nothing but whining and moaning! Well I’ve had it! It’s not like I want you here either!”
The words were out of England’s mouth before he realized he was saying them. Sealand looked like he was about to cry, but before England could stutter out an apology, he had kicked him rather hard in the shin and made his escape, shouting, “Jerk!” over his shoulder.
Before England fully understood what had happened, Sealand was already out of the building.
***
England had immediately run after Sealand, but he was small and quick and evaded him with ease. He asked just about everyone he met on the street if they saw a boy in a sailor suit. Most hadn’t, but some had, and England had spent the better part of his afternoon chasing down whatever leads he could to find Sealand.
A fire truck passed him on the street. As he stared after it he felt his stomach clench, and somehow just knew Sealand was wherever that truck was going. Never one to question his gut, England chased after the fire truck.
It stopped in front of a burning school building. Outside stood the congregation of teachers and students, with the teachers and older students trying to calm down the younger ones. The firefighters jumped off the fire truck that England followed and joined the others already in action.
“Sh, calm down Nathan,” an older girl was saying to a young boy, “It’s alright. We all got out, and that’s the important thing.”
“B-but,” Nathan sniffled and wiped at his eyes, “P-Peter’s still inside!”
“Peter?” a nearby teacher asked, “Last I checked there were no Peters on the roster.”
“He doesn’t exactly go to the school,” the girl admitted, “He just kind of showed up today…”
And that was all England needed to hear. He rushed into the building before the firefighters outside had a chance to shout “Hey you stay back!”
England quickly realized that running into a building that was currently on fire when he still had no idea where Sealand was in said building was not the best of plans, but he had already made his choice, and he wasn’t about to change his mind now.
“Sealand!” he shouted as he made his way through the burning rubble, “Sealand! Can you hear me?”
The smoke was starting to get to England. He coughed and rubbed at his stinging eyes, refusing to turn back now, “Sealand!”
“E-England!” he heard a small voice cough and call from somewhere above him. Ignoring the flames, England sprinted forward and up what remained of the stairs.
“Sealand!” he called out again, trying his best to peer through the smoke, “Sealand, where are you?”
“E-England!”
He followed the voice down the hall and kicked open what was left of one of the doors. Inside was Sealand, curled up in the corner of what was once a classroom, coughing, trying not to cry and failing.
England didn’t say anything. He charged through the flames, picked up Sealand in his arms, and left the room. When he got to the stairs, however, he discovered that they were mostly gone, the skeletal remains engulfed in flames.
“Sealand,” he whispered into the boy’s ear, “I’m going to need you to trust me and hold on tight, alright?”
He felt Sealand nod and cling to his shoulders tightly. Without hesitating, England slammed his foot hard on the already weakened floorboards, breaking them, and the two of them to fell to the floor below. He landed on his feet, clutching Sealand tight to his chest, and felt a pain sear his ankle, but he didn’t stop to think about it as he ran out of the building into the fresh, smoke free air.
A firefighter found them as soon as they made it outside and led them over to a nearby ambulance. There they were given oxygen and treated for their minor burns as well as England’s sprained ankle. All in all they were alright. The medics congratulated them on their surprisingly alright condition while the firefighters reprimanded England for doing something so reckless, telling him to just let them do their job next time, and he apologized profusely.
“England,” he looked over as Sealand tugged on his sleeve after everyone left them alone, “I’m sorry I broke your clock.”
England hesitated before pulling Sealand into a hug, “That’s quite alright lad, I forgive you. I’m, sorry I snapped at you before.”
Sealand tentatively returned the hug, “So you…don’t hate me?”
“No,” England hugged him a little tighter, “I don’t hate you.”
“I don’t hate you either,” Sealand buried his face into England’s chest, “but you’re still a jerk.”
“And you’re still a brat,” England laughed as he kissed his head, “but, I can handle it.”
***
“You seriously went into the building after him?” America laughed. England had just finished telling him about the most recent Family Day during the lunch break of one of their infamous world meetings, “And you’re the one always telling me not to do stupid things!”
“Yes, well,” England blushed and cleared his throat as he shifted his weight to his good ankle, “Desperate situations call for desperate actions, so-”
“Oh England,” America draped an arm across his shoulders, “If you want to copy me and be a hero so bad, I would be more than happy to give you tips! All you have to do is ask.”
“I wasn’t-”
“Ow!” America suddenly shouted and clutched his leg. They both turned to see a rather upset Sealand pulling his leg back.
“Don’t make fun of him!” he shouted as he took a step forward, “He’s more of a hero than you think, Jerk America!”
“I, okay,” America put his hands up and backed away, “Sorry.”
Sealand nodded before running off to bug Latvia. England tried and failed to hold back his laughter.
“It wasn’t that funny,” America pouted.
“You’re quite right,” England said between giggles, “I’m being extremely polite only laughing this much.”
America pouted some more before finally breaking into a smile, “Well of course you’re a hero. You hang around with me, so it’s only natural that some of my awesome rubbed off on you.”
“Keep telling yourself that.”
America looked down at his watch, “We still have time before the meeting starts back up again. Want to get ice cream? My treat, from one hero to another. We can bring Sealand too.”
England looked over at where Sealand and Latvia were laughing and couldn’t help the small smile that crept on his face.
“I’d like that.”