[fanfic] How to Win Women - A Quest For Answers - By Sealand - One-shot/Request
Title: How to Win Women - A Quest For Answers - By Sealand
Part: One -Shot
Characters: Sealand, Various Nations, both Canon & OC, OC Philippines
Pairings: Sealand x?
Warnings: Older-Teen, Attempted romance, UST, Original Character, Unbeta-ed Mind Dribble
Summary: A young micronation has a crush, but isn't sure where to start to win over the girl. Sealand follows around nations who have 'gotten around' to properly learn how to woo a lady in order to apply it to his own hopes of winning a maiden.
Preview:
"Ah, Sealand, do not get your hopes up. Learning your way around women is a complex matter. It takes time and practice. Experience is the key here."
"I know that, but I need to know where to start," Peter insisted.
Francis chuckled at how eager he looked. He placed his glass down. "And tell me," he said as he grinned. "Why do you wish to learn?"
Thick brows shot up as Sealand's face flooded with color. His eyes darted away, looking embarrassed as he fidgeted in his seat. "There...there is a girl...," he said quietly.
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This is the last of the requests for my last "Taking Requests" entry, which asked for things for me to draw. It is a picture of Sealand for northwhitespecs !
And, of course, a fic to make up for the crappy picture. >_>
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How to Win Women - A Quest For Answers - By Sealand
.One-Shot.
By DamageCtrl
*All Standard Disclaimers Apply: I do not own anything other than the plot. Even then, it's not that creative.
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It had come to his attention rather early on that Arthur Kirkland, the browed bastard who would not recognize him for the magnificent country that he was, was not the best person to look up to in terms of the matters of romance. Yes, Sealand admitted to himself as he eyed England warily from around the corner, Arthur was polite and a gentleman, but he was fairly certain that the nation also cried in his sleep...alone.
That would not do.
Peter turned his attention to the Nordics. Surely, the blond-haired, blue-eyed former Vikings were good with women.
...If women counted Finland.
"Please stop introducing me as that!" Peter watched as Tino's pale face reddened with embarrassment as Sweden motioned to him and called him 'wife'.
Peter glanced over at another table, where Denmark looked to be annoying Norway to death. Sealand decided that perhaps he had to go south...to where the reputation for romance was just a bit better. But where?
He gathered his notebook and his pencil, preparing to leave the small cafe on the first floor of the building where the summits took place. He heard giggling and automatically turned to the sound. A tall blond man was leaning across the table, a cool grin across his face as touched one of the waitresses' hand subtly.
"Non...it is nothing to worry about," Francis purred smoothly. "It was a mistake. Mistakes happen. I, for one, am pleased, as it only means I am here with you for just a bit longer."
Stars practically filled Sealand's vision. France was perfect.
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Reference One: France
"Moi?" France looked surprised at the principality's request. Peter sat beside him at the bar, his spiral notebook and pencil on the counter before him as he nursed a soda in front of him; mirroring Francis' own posture over his glass of wine.
"I can't ask Arthur," Peter pointed out.
A small smirk tugged at Francis' lips. "I suppose you are right. Angleterre is not, how you say...the best with the ladies."
Peter nodded. "Exactly. I heard you have reputation with women, so I want to observe you for a bit...learn your ways, if possible."
Francis raised an eyebrow and took a sip of his wine. "Learn my ways...," he muttered. "Ah, Sealand, do not get your hopes up. Learning your way around women is a complex matter. It takes time and practice. Experience is the key here."
"I know that, but I need to know where to start," Peter insisted.
Francis chuckled at how eager he looked. He placed his glass down. "And tell me," he said as he grinned. "Why do you wish to learn?"
Thick brows shot up as Sealand's face flooded with color. His eyes darted away, looking embarrassed as he fidgeted in his seat. "There...there is a girl...," he said quietly.
Francis' grin widened. "And...you like her?" Sealand nodded quickly. "I see," the older blond nodded understandingly. "Then do not fret! I will show you how to win a woman's-"
"You!" a sharp, furious voice hissed. Francis froze in mid sentence and cringed. "You disgusting pervert!"
Sealand looked past Francis and saw a fuming Asian woman storming towards them. "Uh...Francis...?"
France quickly put on a weak smile and gave him a small, dismissing wave. "It is nothing-"
The slap echoed through the cafe and Sealand's jaw dropped. Francis was wincing and raised a hand to gently rub his cheek. "You...you...!" the woman was seething.
"Vietnam, mon chere," he said greeted, still smiling. "Have I done something to displease you?"
Dark brown eyes narrowed into furious slits and even from where he sat, Sealand could feel her fury. "What is this!?" Vietnam yelled as she dumped a bag filled with wires and small camera on to the counter. Francis grimaced. "Video surveillance!?" she growled.
"It is for safety concerns," Francis offered.
"In my room!?' Vietnam nearly screamed. "You bastard! When the hell did you get into my room - how did you even get the key!?"
Francis laughed it off playfully. "That is a secret!"
Another slap sounded and Vietnam threatened to castrate him if he ever pulled another stunt like that with her again. Francis rubbed his cheek and Peter stared at him.
"You...you put cameras in her room?" Sealand asked, horrified at the very thought.
Francis laughed weakly. "Ah...well...I heard there was a rash of recent peeping toms, so-"
"So you put cameras in her room?"
"Just in the main bed area," Francis defended himself. "I didn't put any in the bathroom," he added proudly.
Sealand stared at him for a moment longer. "I think I should take my research elsewhere."
"Eh?" Francis looked saddened as Peter slid off his stool and gathered his things. "But...I still have camera's with-"
Peter slammed some coins on to the counter and raced out of the cafe.
Clearly, France was too much. He couldn't handle that much pervert at once. He needed to start small and work his way up. Unfortunately, this meant finding a new subject.
"Ja, and I told them that this was a very important time for the economy," he heard a voice saying. Peter looked around the hotel lobby and saw several male nations seated in the longue. "But even so, we cannot put our environmental concerns to the side and afford to ignore them while we focus on strengthening our finances."
Sealand's eyes went wide. The German-speaking countries.
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References Two through Five: Germany/Prussia/Switzerland/Austria
"And...you want to ask...us?" Gilbert asked, looking surprised. Peter wasn't even sure why the former empire was even at the summit, but he wouldn't judge.
"Yes," Peter said. He wasn't sure how to explain why he chose them. "The...um...France was slapped," he ended up saying lamely. "They found his video cameras."
Ludwig, Vash, and Roderich all looked surprised and horrified at the thought, but Gilbert merely groaned and tilted his head back, running his hand down his face.
"I told him to hide the wires better!" he exclaimed. Several pairs of annoyed eyes looked at him. "Mein Gott! Who found them? Belgium? Seychelles?"
Peter's eyes crinkled up. There were more cameras? "Vietnam," he replied quietly.
"Damn it!" Gilbert looked even more annoyed. He slammed his fists against the chair arms and slumped back against the chair, becoming the very picture of a man whose plans were foiled. "She shares her room with the Philippines and I know they have pillow fights!"
"Bruder," Ludwig's low, displeased voice carried across. Prussia tensed and cringed. "How do you know about France's secret video monitoring?"
Several eyes bore into Gilbert as he sank into his seat. "Uh...he told me?"
"Never mind that," Austria rubbed the bridge of his nose and adjusted his glasses before looking at Sealand. "What is that you want to know exactly?"
"Just...how I should start talking to her," Peter began, all too happy to redirect his thoughts back to his reasearch. "I'm not sure how to act."
"Why don't you just go up to her and tell you her you like her?" Vash asked. Peter furrowed his brows. He supposed that was an option, but he couldn't just come out and say it...could he?
Roderich let out a snort. "Oh, you are so naive," he brushed off, earning him a glare from the blond. "You make it sound so simple."
"It is simple," Vash stated. "But I wouldn't expect you to understand," Switzerland lifted his head. "You make everything more complicated than it needs to be."
"Doing things the simple way isn't always the best way! They can be improved!" Austria snapped defensively.
"Things do not need to be made more complicated than they already are, you bourgeois aristocrat!" Switzerland growled back. "You do not need an elaborate plan to woo a woman!"
"As if you would know!" Austria snapped. Sealand frowned. This didn't like where this conversation was going. "You prude!"
"If I'm a prude, you're a man-slut." Peter's eyes widened. He didn't know Switzerland could speak like that.
"Humph! You say it like it's so horrible!" Austria retorted proudly. "Don't be jealous just because I have sex far more often than any of you!" Silently, the bushy-browed blond realized the topic had gone off tangent completely.
"Wait a second!" Prussia sat up straight. "What did you say?" Peter began to gather his things once more. Listening to them defend their virility wouldn't get him the girl.
Germany was frowning as well. "Austria, I will have you know that I am not lacking in that department-"
"Oh, shut up, West!" Prussia sneered. "Italy doesn't count!" His blond brother turned red and Austria and Switzerland snickered.
"I'm not talking about Italy!" Peter didn't want, nor did he need, to hear about that.
"Oh, and I suppose you sneak in Italian women into your bedroom?" Gilbert asked, mockingly.
"Come to think of it, when was the last time I saw Germany with a girl...?" Austria mused out loud.
"I've slept with women!" Ludwig announced loudly, his face flushed and his jaw locked. The entire lobby went silent.
Peter's eyes darted around. "I...uh...I think I'll go ask someone else!" As Germany realized he had proclaimed having slept with women to the entire population of the lobby, he melted into a humiliated puddle on his chair, all the while listening to his brother laugh at his expense.
Sealand acknowledged that he needed to speak to someone who didn't feel the need to compete or prove they were a man. He just needed some pointers. Tips from someone confident, but not too confident, in the art of romance.
"Alright, I'll see you two later." It was a woman's voice this time.
"Ve~!" another familiar voice answered. Sealand walked out into the patio area and saw Belgium stand from where she had been sitting with two brunettes. The two male nations with hair curls both stood up to see her off.
"Ask Luxemburg if she wants to join us. San Marino will be there, too," Romano said as Belgium leaned forward and exchanged kisses on the cheek with him.
"I will," the blonde assured him before turning to Northern Italy and repeating the motion. "Are you inviting the boss?"
"I haven't seen him yet," Feliciano replied, disappointed. "Bye, Bel-bel!" He waved happily as the female nation parted ways. The two males returned to their seats and motioned over a server.
A young woman in a black and white uniform rushed over and Lovino lifted his head and looked at her coolly.
"Ciao, bella," he greeted smoothly. "Prendere un caffe, per favore?"
Peter's eyes went wide. Was he flirting with her or just speaking? He wasn't even sure any more. Feliciano, almost seemingly out of character, also asked for some coffee and the server seemed to become goo in their hands.
Sealand felt as if he had just learned the meaning of life.
Italian. Of course!
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Reference Six (?): Italy(s)
"You want to learn Italian?" Lovino raised an eyebrow and took a drink of his coffee. Feliciano was happily snacking on a pastry as he sat across from his brother.
"Yes," Sealand nodded. "For a girl."
"Ve~!" Feliciano looked excited. "Do I know her?" Lovino rolled his eyes. Peter blushed and looked away.
He nodded. "Yes...," he admitted.
"Who is it!?" the Northern twin beamed.
Sealand opened his mouth to reply, but Lovino let out a heavy sigh and put his cut on to the saucer. "Learning Italian won't get you women," he stated firmly. "It's just a language," he paused. "It's a very attractive language, but it's just a language."
"But I saw you use it on the server!" Peter countered. "She turned red and everything!"
"What?" Lovino looked confused. "I was just asking for coffee." He secretly became pleased. He was more potent than he thought....
"But you said 'ciao bella'! Doesn't that mean hello beautiful?"
"It does, but it's in the delivery!" Lovino argued. He leaned forward and looked at the blond seriously. "Listen, you don't just learn Italian. You have to become Italian. You need to show it not just in your speech, but in your actions. In your body!" Feliciano nodded in agreement. "You need to feel that hot, Latin blood coursing through your veins so that when people see you, they think that you're just not attractive or 'cool'. They must look at you and realize," he said almost dramatically. Sealand was perched at the very edge of his seat. "That you can make them feel amazing."
Peter's eyes widened. "But...but how do I do that!? I don't have any Latin blood in me! I have...," his face fell. "Arthur blood...." he lamented despondently.
Lovino snickered and shrugged. "Well, we can't all be a Romance-speaking nation, can we?"
"Ve~I know who can help you!" Feliciano beamed.
"To be Italian?" Peter asked hopefully.
Feliciano chuckled and shook his head. "No! To learn to act and think and feel like one of us!"
Peter nodded his head earnestly. "Who!?" He was running out of time. There was only another day or so left of the conference and he wanted to make his move on the woman of his dreams before it was over.
"Big brother Spain!"
Across from them, Romano spit out the coffee he was drinking. "What!?" he snarled, as if his brother had just said the most blasphemous thing the world. "Feliciano, have you lost your mind!?"
"Eh? But don't you think it's a good idea?" the younger twin asked worriedly. "Spain spread his culture throughout the world! He passed it through entire continents!"
"That was a different time!" Southern Italy insisted. "The tomato bastard doesn't know a thing about women!"
"Is that so, Romano?" a voice said behind him. The brunette froze in his seat, his face paling as Veneziano looked up and beamed.
"Ciao, Spain!"
"Buenos dias," the green-eyed nation smiled. "What is this about my not knowing a thing about women? Need I remind you about Azteca, Maya, Inca-"
"And need I remind you what happened to them?" Romano hissed, clearly displeased with Spain's appearance. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm looking for Francis," Spain kept a smile on his face, but Sealand could see the dark look in his eyes.
"Why?"
Spain lifted up a small camera with some wires still hanging on it. "About something one of my girls told me about."
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Reference Seven: Spain
"But before you go, can you help Sealand?" Feliciano piped. "He likes a girl and doesn't know how to get her attention!"
"Ah...," Spain smiled thoughtfully as he looked at the micro nation. He remembered when he was that young and was first enamored. "Young love," he said. He chuckled, a bit flattered that they had come to him. "May I ask why you are seeking my help?" he asked as he took a seat beside the principality.
"No one seems to know how or give straight answers on it," Sealand frowned. "And then North Italy said that you were able to pass down your knowledge to an entire continent! Is that true?" he asked hopefully.
Spain blushed, feeling somewhat proud of his conquests. "That is true...Much of South America, the Caribbean, even parts of Asia," he bragged shamelessly as he made himself comfortable in the seat beside Sealand. "Not many nations can say that."
"Yes, just other European colonial powers," Romano mumbled under his breath.
"So, what do I do?" Sealand asked. "How do I win a girl over?"
Spain chuckled. "Do you dance?" he asked slyly. Romano rolled his eyes and Feliciano seemed to think about it before nodding in agreement. "Women...when they see a man dance...they cannot help but be attracted to them."
"Really?" Sealand's eyes sparkled with admiration.
"Yes," Spain nodded. "You must also shower them with praise. They are vain creatures that must be constantly reassured," he pointed out. Romano wondered if Spain heard himself talking and how he could stand it. "You must feed them words with praise. Tell them...'mi querida, your beauty outshines the sun.' Try to have a smoldering look when you say it."
"Your...beauty...outshines...the...sun...," Peter scribbled in his notebook. "Smolder...got it. What else?"
"Sing...oh, a good serenade will get you far," Spain added, as if he were the one who invented the concept. He nudged the principality knowingly. "And when I say far...I mean far."
Romano shot him a glare. "What are you telling the kid?"
Antonio merely chuckled. "The senoritas will practically fling themselves at you from their balconies!"
"And fall to their deaths...," Romano added snidely. Antonio chose to ignore him.
"Singing...does it have to be an original song?" Peter asked worriedly.
"Just something romantic," Antonio assured him. "You must also give her gifts. Flowers...jewelry...chocolate."
"This is good stuff," Peter nodded. "But...how do I start? Won't it be weird to just give her these things all of a sudden?"
"That is why you must pique her interest first, mon fils," a voice said behind them. "Introduce yourself, but do not look too eager. You don't want to look desperate"
"Hello, France!" Feliciano waved happily.
"Bonjour-"
"Francis," Antonio's voice seemed to deepen into a threatening tone. Sealand's lesson on romance was quickly forgotten as Spain rose to his seat.
"Ah...! Anton-"
"What is this!?" the brown-haired former conquistador demanded as he shoved the wires and camera in Francis' face. The blonde's blue eyes widened.
"Oh...those are...cameras...," Francis stuttered. He quickly swallowed a lump in his throat and stood up straight. "I've never seen them before in my life-"
"It has your name written on them!" Spain growled. "What were you doing en el cuarto de mija!?" he demanded.
Francis stuttered to find a way to explain himself. "Ah...I...you see...there was...and...Gilbert...," he cringed. "I must go."
He turned on his heel and ran. "France!" Antonio jumped over the chair he was on and raced after him.
"Wait!" Sealand yelled as he scrambled to gather his things once more. "Spain!" He shouted as he ran after the brunette. "I'm not done!"
He chased Spain around the patio of the hotel, following him down the path, to the pool area. "It was Gilbert's fault! He suggested it!" he heard Francis yell.
"Then I will kill him, too!" Antonio yelled back. Sealand was panting. He stumbled to a stop and watched helplessly as they disappeared around the corner. He'd never catch up.
"Thanks, Babe...I really needed that," a new voice caught his attention and he turned and saw four men sitting around a table, beneath the shadow of a terrace, overlooking the pool. A woman was standing between of the men, lifting her tanned hands from America's bare shoulders. He cracked his neck and let out a pleasant sigh. "I swear, long meetings always make my shoulders stiff."
"Thanks for dropping by, Love," Australia smiled back at the black-haired woman. "Honestly, I wouldn't know what to do without you to help."
"Aw, it's no problem guys," the Philippines smiled as she placed one hand on Australia's shoulder. "I know how you feel. I had to have Ate rub my back last night after sitting in that hard chair all of yesterday."
"Querida, you could've asked me," a Spanish-accented voice said. "You didn't have to bother your sister."
"Ate's better at it than you," the female nation explained as she moved over to Mexico and stood behind him. She put her hands on his shoulders and he took hold of them, bringing them down against his bare chest and placing kisses on her forearm, almost as if it were completely natural for him to do so. "Anyway, I need to go going. Book club meeting before dinner!"
She pulled her arms away and Canada piped up. "Hey, are you guys going to be out by dinner?"
"Yep!" Maria nodded as she left the area. "Don't worry!"
"Miss her already, Mateo?" Mexico chuckled.
"You know how Hungary is," Canada sighed. "She'll keep them there until she feels the meeting is complete."
"Don't worry, bro," America assured him. "No one is going to spoil your little date this time."
Sealand's eyes widened. Wait a moment...three of those four nations were native English speakers. Sure, if history served him correct, Canada also had a French background and Mexico, the lone native Spanish speaker, had Spanish background, and American had both, but Australia was there and he also had Arthur blood!
"Yes!" the little blond exclaimed, getting their attention as he cried out. Surely, if they could get women, then he could get one, too!
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References Eight through Eleven: The North Americans & Australia
"...And that's why you should just be yourself," Canada smiled as he finished his lengthy explanation.
America, Mexico, and Australia all stared at the pleased looking blond. "Mattie," Daniel said worriedly. "...that's a bit hypocritical of you, don't you think, mate?"
"What?" Matt exclaimed, frowning. "But being yourself does work!"
"Are you saying you were just 'being yourself', when you ran over to her house with flowers and immediately stated that you recognized her as a nation?" Alfred asked as he raised an eyebrow.
"Wow...trying a bit hard there, aren't you, Mateo?" Alejandro smirked. He looked at the youngest member of their male circle. "You can always try flowers. Women love flowers."
"Unless they're allergic to them," Daniel pointed out. "Chocolate!"
"Unless they're sensitive about their weight," Alfred added. He thought for a moment. "Buy them a drink?"
"He's a kid, Alfred, he shouldn't be buying anyone drinks," Canada sighed. Peter was looking from one nation to the other, trying to figure out what he should take down and what advice he should ignore. It was more difficult than he thought.
"I didn't say it had to be alcohol," the other blonde countered.
"Okay, okay," Alejandro said. "Escuchame," he turned to Peter and met his gaze with a knowing one. "Peter, all women are different," he stated plainly. The other three seemed to nod behind him. "There is no one way to get a woman."
"Women come from different backgrounds and cultures," Matthew agreed. "So they won't all be interested in the same things or believe that there is just one way to win a woman over."
"Even if they're from the same culture, you can't lump them together so easily. I reckon they wouldn't like that," Daniel added. "They're still individual women. Each is special."
"And that means that each woman - each person," Alfred stressed. "Needs to be addressed differently, even if it's just a bit of a different. You're not trying to win all of the girls in the world - just that one special one, right?" Peter nodded. "Then you need to figure out how best to approach her."
"You understand?" Alejandro concluded.
Peter looked down at his notes. All four were young, he realized. Young nations in comparison to the older former empires he had asked and yet, they managed to come up with that. Silently, Peter wondered if they had been drinking. Their words were far too thoughtful to have been come up with while sober.
"Yeah, I understand," Sealand sighed as he slid off his chair. "Thanks for the advice."
"Hey, Peter," Daniel called out as he headed out. He gave the boy a thumbs up sign. "Good luck, mate." The four of them smiled reassuringly at him and Peter nodded.
He supposed that was the best information he could get. He needed to base his approach on her and how he wanted her to see him. Peter furrowed his thick brows. He had been watching her for some time now and knew what she seemed to like in a man. Yes...he knew what he had to do.
He narrowed his eyes determinedly. Alright. Game on.
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Dinner Time, Later that Evening
"Stop it," Maria hissed as she shot a glare at Alejandro. "You're making him self-conscious!"
"How can he be so self-conscious after all this time!" Mexico rolled his eyes. Several tables away, Canada was seated with Ukraine, at a table by the window, over-looking the sea beyond. The restaurant was quiet and romantic in atmosphere. It would've been perfect had it not been for half of Matthew's family surrounding him and staring.
"Why are you here tonight, Love?" Daniel asked as he took a drink from his beer. "I thought you were going to have dinner with your siblings."
"I was, but Katya said something about Ivan intruding and she was so worried at the book club meeting today," Maria sighed. "I promised her I'd stop him if he bothered them."
America chuckled and looked back at her. "And how are you going to do that? Beat him up?"
Maria shrugged her shoulders and bit into a bread stick. "I have my ways," she said confidently. "Besides, Ivan never says no to me."
The three men who were chuckling at the thought of her stopping the tall nation went silent. "Q...que?" Alejandro stuttered worriedly.
"Um...let's just concentrate on Matt," Alfred said, turning his head sharply away. The other two mumbled and Maria chuckled. She reached for another breadstick when she saw an adorable boy entering the restaurant.
"Oh...isn't that Sealand?" she said as she craned her neck. Her eyes widened. He was holding a small bouquet of bright pink roses. "How cute!" she cooed. "I wonder if he's here on a date."
"Well, I'll be," Daniel grinned. "Looks like the kid figured out what to do."
"Good luck to him, then," Alejandro said. "I wonder who he is after."
"Uh-oh," Alfred's smile faded as he saw the direction Arthur's cement rig was heading towards. "Guys...."
Maria tilted her head to the side, confused. "Is he delivering flowers to Matthew to give to Katya?"
The three males cringed. "I don't think so, Love...."
"Ahem!" a voice drew the big-hearted blonde woman from her conversation with Canada. She looked down at her side and smiled. "Good...good evening, Ukraine!" Sealand greeted, somewhat awkwardly.
Matthew's jaw dropped. His would-be girlfriend giggled as Canada realized who exactly Sealand had a crush on. "Good evening, Sealand. What do you have there?"
Beaming at her positive response, Peter pulled out the flowers and showed them to her. "Ukraine! This is for you!"
"Aww...!" Hungary's voice carried through the restaurant before she whirled around and shot her dinner companions glares. "Why didn't you two ever give me flowers!?"
"Ow!" Prussia wince as he was smacked in the shoulder. "I thought you hated flowers!"
"I composed you a three hour opera!" Austria reminded her.
"That wasn't a bouquet!"
From her seat, Ukraine blushed. "Thank you, Sealand. You did not have to." Matthew was mortified as she accepted the bouquet and took a sniff. "Oh! And they smell lovely! Matthew, look at these," she said. "I love flowers!"
He paled. Was that a hint? Was it because he didn't bring her flowers? He knew he should've brought her flowers.
"Umm...," Peter continued shyly. "Also, I was wondering," he flushed. He shut his eyes and gathered his courage. "Will you dance with me!?"
As all the women in the room gushed at how adorable he was asking,Matthew remained petrified in his seat. His brothers all shook their heads.
"In retrospect," Daniel sighed. "Perhaps Matthew should've been the one asking for advice."
Maria chuckled and shook her head. As she turned her head, she caught another pair of bushy brows looking at her.
"Psst!" a girl asked behind some shrubs. Maria raised an eyebrow. She motioned to Australia and the girl shook her head. "No! You!"
Maria cocked her head but rose from her seat. "I'll be back."
The trio mumbled, but kept their eyes on Sealand and Ukraine. Maria walked over to the potted plant.
"I have a question to ask you," a girl with wild hair and an Australian accent began. "Since you always have men around you, yea." Maria raised her brows curiously.
"Ask what, Wy?"
The young principality flushed. "How do you make a guy like you?"
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A.N. - The hell? Two stories in a week. The world - it has turned upside down! Or I'm stressed. One or the other. >_>;; The story goes along with the picture I drew. Remember months ago when I did that requests thing I said I'd draw Sealand? Fornorthwhitespecs ? Well...I did and was unsatisfied as usual, so I made a Sealand-centric fic to go with it in hopes of making up for the horror that is my drawing. :3 Hope you guys liked it.
This should pretty much conclude any pending requests I have. I've also covered mikamei 's kind of smutty Austria/Piri in an earlier entry. >3> Mission accomplished! Thank you for reading!!!
Part: One -Shot
Characters: Sealand, Various Nations, both Canon & OC, OC Philippines
Pairings: Sealand x?
Warnings: Older-Teen, Attempted romance, UST, Original Character, Unbeta-ed Mind Dribble
Summary: A young micronation has a crush, but isn't sure where to start to win over the girl. Sealand follows around nations who have 'gotten around' to properly learn how to woo a lady in order to apply it to his own hopes of winning a maiden.
Preview:
"Ah, Sealand, do not get your hopes up. Learning your way around women is a complex matter. It takes time and practice. Experience is the key here."
"I know that, but I need to know where to start," Peter insisted.
Francis chuckled at how eager he looked. He placed his glass down. "And tell me," he said as he grinned. "Why do you wish to learn?"
Thick brows shot up as Sealand's face flooded with color. His eyes darted away, looking embarrassed as he fidgeted in his seat. "There...there is a girl...," he said quietly.
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This is the last of the requests for my last "Taking Requests" entry, which asked for things for me to draw. It is a picture of Sealand for northwhitespecs !
And, of course, a fic to make up for the crappy picture. >_>
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How to Win Women - A Quest For Answers - By Sealand
.One-Shot.
By DamageCtrl
*All Standard Disclaimers Apply: I do not own anything other than the plot. Even then, it's not that creative.
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It had come to his attention rather early on that Arthur Kirkland, the browed bastard who would not recognize him for the magnificent country that he was, was not the best person to look up to in terms of the matters of romance. Yes, Sealand admitted to himself as he eyed England warily from around the corner, Arthur was polite and a gentleman, but he was fairly certain that the nation also cried in his sleep...alone.
That would not do.
Peter turned his attention to the Nordics. Surely, the blond-haired, blue-eyed former Vikings were good with women.
...If women counted Finland.
"Please stop introducing me as that!" Peter watched as Tino's pale face reddened with embarrassment as Sweden motioned to him and called him 'wife'.
Peter glanced over at another table, where Denmark looked to be annoying Norway to death. Sealand decided that perhaps he had to go south...to where the reputation for romance was just a bit better. But where?
He gathered his notebook and his pencil, preparing to leave the small cafe on the first floor of the building where the summits took place. He heard giggling and automatically turned to the sound. A tall blond man was leaning across the table, a cool grin across his face as touched one of the waitresses' hand subtly.
"Non...it is nothing to worry about," Francis purred smoothly. "It was a mistake. Mistakes happen. I, for one, am pleased, as it only means I am here with you for just a bit longer."
Stars practically filled Sealand's vision. France was perfect.
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Reference One: France
"Moi?" France looked surprised at the principality's request. Peter sat beside him at the bar, his spiral notebook and pencil on the counter before him as he nursed a soda in front of him; mirroring Francis' own posture over his glass of wine.
"I can't ask Arthur," Peter pointed out.
A small smirk tugged at Francis' lips. "I suppose you are right. Angleterre is not, how you say...the best with the ladies."
Peter nodded. "Exactly. I heard you have reputation with women, so I want to observe you for a bit...learn your ways, if possible."
Francis raised an eyebrow and took a sip of his wine. "Learn my ways...," he muttered. "Ah, Sealand, do not get your hopes up. Learning your way around women is a complex matter. It takes time and practice. Experience is the key here."
"I know that, but I need to know where to start," Peter insisted.
Francis chuckled at how eager he looked. He placed his glass down. "And tell me," he said as he grinned. "Why do you wish to learn?"
Thick brows shot up as Sealand's face flooded with color. His eyes darted away, looking embarrassed as he fidgeted in his seat. "There...there is a girl...," he said quietly.
Francis' grin widened. "And...you like her?" Sealand nodded quickly. "I see," the older blond nodded understandingly. "Then do not fret! I will show you how to win a woman's-"
"You!" a sharp, furious voice hissed. Francis froze in mid sentence and cringed. "You disgusting pervert!"
Sealand looked past Francis and saw a fuming Asian woman storming towards them. "Uh...Francis...?"
France quickly put on a weak smile and gave him a small, dismissing wave. "It is nothing-"
The slap echoed through the cafe and Sealand's jaw dropped. Francis was wincing and raised a hand to gently rub his cheek. "You...you...!" the woman was seething.
"Vietnam, mon chere," he said greeted, still smiling. "Have I done something to displease you?"
Dark brown eyes narrowed into furious slits and even from where he sat, Sealand could feel her fury. "What is this!?" Vietnam yelled as she dumped a bag filled with wires and small camera on to the counter. Francis grimaced. "Video surveillance!?" she growled.
"It is for safety concerns," Francis offered.
"In my room!?' Vietnam nearly screamed. "You bastard! When the hell did you get into my room - how did you even get the key!?"
Francis laughed it off playfully. "That is a secret!"
Another slap sounded and Vietnam threatened to castrate him if he ever pulled another stunt like that with her again. Francis rubbed his cheek and Peter stared at him.
"You...you put cameras in her room?" Sealand asked, horrified at the very thought.
Francis laughed weakly. "Ah...well...I heard there was a rash of recent peeping toms, so-"
"So you put cameras in her room?"
"Just in the main bed area," Francis defended himself. "I didn't put any in the bathroom," he added proudly.
Sealand stared at him for a moment longer. "I think I should take my research elsewhere."
"Eh?" Francis looked saddened as Peter slid off his stool and gathered his things. "But...I still have camera's with-"
Peter slammed some coins on to the counter and raced out of the cafe.
Clearly, France was too much. He couldn't handle that much pervert at once. He needed to start small and work his way up. Unfortunately, this meant finding a new subject.
"Ja, and I told them that this was a very important time for the economy," he heard a voice saying. Peter looked around the hotel lobby and saw several male nations seated in the longue. "But even so, we cannot put our environmental concerns to the side and afford to ignore them while we focus on strengthening our finances."
Sealand's eyes went wide. The German-speaking countries.
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References Two through Five: Germany/Prussia/Switzerland/Austria
"And...you want to ask...us?" Gilbert asked, looking surprised. Peter wasn't even sure why the former empire was even at the summit, but he wouldn't judge.
"Yes," Peter said. He wasn't sure how to explain why he chose them. "The...um...France was slapped," he ended up saying lamely. "They found his video cameras."
Ludwig, Vash, and Roderich all looked surprised and horrified at the thought, but Gilbert merely groaned and tilted his head back, running his hand down his face.
"I told him to hide the wires better!" he exclaimed. Several pairs of annoyed eyes looked at him. "Mein Gott! Who found them? Belgium? Seychelles?"
Peter's eyes crinkled up. There were more cameras? "Vietnam," he replied quietly.
"Damn it!" Gilbert looked even more annoyed. He slammed his fists against the chair arms and slumped back against the chair, becoming the very picture of a man whose plans were foiled. "She shares her room with the Philippines and I know they have pillow fights!"
"Bruder," Ludwig's low, displeased voice carried across. Prussia tensed and cringed. "How do you know about France's secret video monitoring?"
Several eyes bore into Gilbert as he sank into his seat. "Uh...he told me?"
"Never mind that," Austria rubbed the bridge of his nose and adjusted his glasses before looking at Sealand. "What is that you want to know exactly?"
"Just...how I should start talking to her," Peter began, all too happy to redirect his thoughts back to his reasearch. "I'm not sure how to act."
"Why don't you just go up to her and tell you her you like her?" Vash asked. Peter furrowed his brows. He supposed that was an option, but he couldn't just come out and say it...could he?
Roderich let out a snort. "Oh, you are so naive," he brushed off, earning him a glare from the blond. "You make it sound so simple."
"It is simple," Vash stated. "But I wouldn't expect you to understand," Switzerland lifted his head. "You make everything more complicated than it needs to be."
"Doing things the simple way isn't always the best way! They can be improved!" Austria snapped defensively.
"Things do not need to be made more complicated than they already are, you bourgeois aristocrat!" Switzerland growled back. "You do not need an elaborate plan to woo a woman!"
"As if you would know!" Austria snapped. Sealand frowned. This didn't like where this conversation was going. "You prude!"
"If I'm a prude, you're a man-slut." Peter's eyes widened. He didn't know Switzerland could speak like that.
"Humph! You say it like it's so horrible!" Austria retorted proudly. "Don't be jealous just because I have sex far more often than any of you!" Silently, the bushy-browed blond realized the topic had gone off tangent completely.
"Wait a second!" Prussia sat up straight. "What did you say?" Peter began to gather his things once more. Listening to them defend their virility wouldn't get him the girl.
Germany was frowning as well. "Austria, I will have you know that I am not lacking in that department-"
"Oh, shut up, West!" Prussia sneered. "Italy doesn't count!" His blond brother turned red and Austria and Switzerland snickered.
"I'm not talking about Italy!" Peter didn't want, nor did he need, to hear about that.
"Oh, and I suppose you sneak in Italian women into your bedroom?" Gilbert asked, mockingly.
"Come to think of it, when was the last time I saw Germany with a girl...?" Austria mused out loud.
"I've slept with women!" Ludwig announced loudly, his face flushed and his jaw locked. The entire lobby went silent.
Peter's eyes darted around. "I...uh...I think I'll go ask someone else!" As Germany realized he had proclaimed having slept with women to the entire population of the lobby, he melted into a humiliated puddle on his chair, all the while listening to his brother laugh at his expense.
Sealand acknowledged that he needed to speak to someone who didn't feel the need to compete or prove they were a man. He just needed some pointers. Tips from someone confident, but not too confident, in the art of romance.
"Alright, I'll see you two later." It was a woman's voice this time.
"Ve~!" another familiar voice answered. Sealand walked out into the patio area and saw Belgium stand from where she had been sitting with two brunettes. The two male nations with hair curls both stood up to see her off.
"Ask Luxemburg if she wants to join us. San Marino will be there, too," Romano said as Belgium leaned forward and exchanged kisses on the cheek with him.
"I will," the blonde assured him before turning to Northern Italy and repeating the motion. "Are you inviting the boss?"
"I haven't seen him yet," Feliciano replied, disappointed. "Bye, Bel-bel!" He waved happily as the female nation parted ways. The two males returned to their seats and motioned over a server.
A young woman in a black and white uniform rushed over and Lovino lifted his head and looked at her coolly.
"Ciao, bella," he greeted smoothly. "Prendere un caffe, per favore?"
Peter's eyes went wide. Was he flirting with her or just speaking? He wasn't even sure any more. Feliciano, almost seemingly out of character, also asked for some coffee and the server seemed to become goo in their hands.
Sealand felt as if he had just learned the meaning of life.
Italian. Of course!
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Reference Six (?): Italy(s)
"You want to learn Italian?" Lovino raised an eyebrow and took a drink of his coffee. Feliciano was happily snacking on a pastry as he sat across from his brother.
"Yes," Sealand nodded. "For a girl."
"Ve~!" Feliciano looked excited. "Do I know her?" Lovino rolled his eyes. Peter blushed and looked away.
He nodded. "Yes...," he admitted.
"Who is it!?" the Northern twin beamed.
Sealand opened his mouth to reply, but Lovino let out a heavy sigh and put his cut on to the saucer. "Learning Italian won't get you women," he stated firmly. "It's just a language," he paused. "It's a very attractive language, but it's just a language."
"But I saw you use it on the server!" Peter countered. "She turned red and everything!"
"What?" Lovino looked confused. "I was just asking for coffee." He secretly became pleased. He was more potent than he thought....
"But you said 'ciao bella'! Doesn't that mean hello beautiful?"
"It does, but it's in the delivery!" Lovino argued. He leaned forward and looked at the blond seriously. "Listen, you don't just learn Italian. You have to become Italian. You need to show it not just in your speech, but in your actions. In your body!" Feliciano nodded in agreement. "You need to feel that hot, Latin blood coursing through your veins so that when people see you, they think that you're just not attractive or 'cool'. They must look at you and realize," he said almost dramatically. Sealand was perched at the very edge of his seat. "That you can make them feel amazing."
Peter's eyes widened. "But...but how do I do that!? I don't have any Latin blood in me! I have...," his face fell. "Arthur blood...." he lamented despondently.
Lovino snickered and shrugged. "Well, we can't all be a Romance-speaking nation, can we?"
"Ve~I know who can help you!" Feliciano beamed.
"To be Italian?" Peter asked hopefully.
Feliciano chuckled and shook his head. "No! To learn to act and think and feel like one of us!"
Peter nodded his head earnestly. "Who!?" He was running out of time. There was only another day or so left of the conference and he wanted to make his move on the woman of his dreams before it was over.
"Big brother Spain!"
Across from them, Romano spit out the coffee he was drinking. "What!?" he snarled, as if his brother had just said the most blasphemous thing the world. "Feliciano, have you lost your mind!?"
"Eh? But don't you think it's a good idea?" the younger twin asked worriedly. "Spain spread his culture throughout the world! He passed it through entire continents!"
"That was a different time!" Southern Italy insisted. "The tomato bastard doesn't know a thing about women!"
"Is that so, Romano?" a voice said behind him. The brunette froze in his seat, his face paling as Veneziano looked up and beamed.
"Ciao, Spain!"
"Buenos dias," the green-eyed nation smiled. "What is this about my not knowing a thing about women? Need I remind you about Azteca, Maya, Inca-"
"And need I remind you what happened to them?" Romano hissed, clearly displeased with Spain's appearance. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm looking for Francis," Spain kept a smile on his face, but Sealand could see the dark look in his eyes.
"Why?"
Spain lifted up a small camera with some wires still hanging on it. "About something one of my girls told me about."
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Reference Seven: Spain
"But before you go, can you help Sealand?" Feliciano piped. "He likes a girl and doesn't know how to get her attention!"
"Ah...," Spain smiled thoughtfully as he looked at the micro nation. He remembered when he was that young and was first enamored. "Young love," he said. He chuckled, a bit flattered that they had come to him. "May I ask why you are seeking my help?" he asked as he took a seat beside the principality.
"No one seems to know how or give straight answers on it," Sealand frowned. "And then North Italy said that you were able to pass down your knowledge to an entire continent! Is that true?" he asked hopefully.
Spain blushed, feeling somewhat proud of his conquests. "That is true...Much of South America, the Caribbean, even parts of Asia," he bragged shamelessly as he made himself comfortable in the seat beside Sealand. "Not many nations can say that."
"Yes, just other European colonial powers," Romano mumbled under his breath.
"So, what do I do?" Sealand asked. "How do I win a girl over?"
Spain chuckled. "Do you dance?" he asked slyly. Romano rolled his eyes and Feliciano seemed to think about it before nodding in agreement. "Women...when they see a man dance...they cannot help but be attracted to them."
"Really?" Sealand's eyes sparkled with admiration.
"Yes," Spain nodded. "You must also shower them with praise. They are vain creatures that must be constantly reassured," he pointed out. Romano wondered if Spain heard himself talking and how he could stand it. "You must feed them words with praise. Tell them...'mi querida, your beauty outshines the sun.' Try to have a smoldering look when you say it."
"Your...beauty...outshines...the...sun...," Peter scribbled in his notebook. "Smolder...got it. What else?"
"Sing...oh, a good serenade will get you far," Spain added, as if he were the one who invented the concept. He nudged the principality knowingly. "And when I say far...I mean far."
Romano shot him a glare. "What are you telling the kid?"
Antonio merely chuckled. "The senoritas will practically fling themselves at you from their balconies!"
"And fall to their deaths...," Romano added snidely. Antonio chose to ignore him.
"Singing...does it have to be an original song?" Peter asked worriedly.
"Just something romantic," Antonio assured him. "You must also give her gifts. Flowers...jewelry...chocolate."
"This is good stuff," Peter nodded. "But...how do I start? Won't it be weird to just give her these things all of a sudden?"
"That is why you must pique her interest first, mon fils," a voice said behind them. "Introduce yourself, but do not look too eager. You don't want to look desperate"
"Hello, France!" Feliciano waved happily.
"Bonjour-"
"Francis," Antonio's voice seemed to deepen into a threatening tone. Sealand's lesson on romance was quickly forgotten as Spain rose to his seat.
"Ah...! Anton-"
"What is this!?" the brown-haired former conquistador demanded as he shoved the wires and camera in Francis' face. The blonde's blue eyes widened.
"Oh...those are...cameras...," Francis stuttered. He quickly swallowed a lump in his throat and stood up straight. "I've never seen them before in my life-"
"It has your name written on them!" Spain growled. "What were you doing en el cuarto de mija!?" he demanded.
Francis stuttered to find a way to explain himself. "Ah...I...you see...there was...and...Gilbert...," he cringed. "I must go."
He turned on his heel and ran. "France!" Antonio jumped over the chair he was on and raced after him.
"Wait!" Sealand yelled as he scrambled to gather his things once more. "Spain!" He shouted as he ran after the brunette. "I'm not done!"
He chased Spain around the patio of the hotel, following him down the path, to the pool area. "It was Gilbert's fault! He suggested it!" he heard Francis yell.
"Then I will kill him, too!" Antonio yelled back. Sealand was panting. He stumbled to a stop and watched helplessly as they disappeared around the corner. He'd never catch up.
"Thanks, Babe...I really needed that," a new voice caught his attention and he turned and saw four men sitting around a table, beneath the shadow of a terrace, overlooking the pool. A woman was standing between of the men, lifting her tanned hands from America's bare shoulders. He cracked his neck and let out a pleasant sigh. "I swear, long meetings always make my shoulders stiff."
"Thanks for dropping by, Love," Australia smiled back at the black-haired woman. "Honestly, I wouldn't know what to do without you to help."
"Aw, it's no problem guys," the Philippines smiled as she placed one hand on Australia's shoulder. "I know how you feel. I had to have Ate rub my back last night after sitting in that hard chair all of yesterday."
"Querida, you could've asked me," a Spanish-accented voice said. "You didn't have to bother your sister."
"Ate's better at it than you," the female nation explained as she moved over to Mexico and stood behind him. She put her hands on his shoulders and he took hold of them, bringing them down against his bare chest and placing kisses on her forearm, almost as if it were completely natural for him to do so. "Anyway, I need to go going. Book club meeting before dinner!"
She pulled her arms away and Canada piped up. "Hey, are you guys going to be out by dinner?"
"Yep!" Maria nodded as she left the area. "Don't worry!"
"Miss her already, Mateo?" Mexico chuckled.
"You know how Hungary is," Canada sighed. "She'll keep them there until she feels the meeting is complete."
"Don't worry, bro," America assured him. "No one is going to spoil your little date this time."
Sealand's eyes widened. Wait a moment...three of those four nations were native English speakers. Sure, if history served him correct, Canada also had a French background and Mexico, the lone native Spanish speaker, had Spanish background, and American had both, but Australia was there and he also had Arthur blood!
"Yes!" the little blond exclaimed, getting their attention as he cried out. Surely, if they could get women, then he could get one, too!
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References Eight through Eleven: The North Americans & Australia
"...And that's why you should just be yourself," Canada smiled as he finished his lengthy explanation.
America, Mexico, and Australia all stared at the pleased looking blond. "Mattie," Daniel said worriedly. "...that's a bit hypocritical of you, don't you think, mate?"
"What?" Matt exclaimed, frowning. "But being yourself does work!"
"Are you saying you were just 'being yourself', when you ran over to her house with flowers and immediately stated that you recognized her as a nation?" Alfred asked as he raised an eyebrow.
"Wow...trying a bit hard there, aren't you, Mateo?" Alejandro smirked. He looked at the youngest member of their male circle. "You can always try flowers. Women love flowers."
"Unless they're allergic to them," Daniel pointed out. "Chocolate!"
"Unless they're sensitive about their weight," Alfred added. He thought for a moment. "Buy them a drink?"
"He's a kid, Alfred, he shouldn't be buying anyone drinks," Canada sighed. Peter was looking from one nation to the other, trying to figure out what he should take down and what advice he should ignore. It was more difficult than he thought.
"I didn't say it had to be alcohol," the other blonde countered.
"Okay, okay," Alejandro said. "Escuchame," he turned to Peter and met his gaze with a knowing one. "Peter, all women are different," he stated plainly. The other three seemed to nod behind him. "There is no one way to get a woman."
"Women come from different backgrounds and cultures," Matthew agreed. "So they won't all be interested in the same things or believe that there is just one way to win a woman over."
"Even if they're from the same culture, you can't lump them together so easily. I reckon they wouldn't like that," Daniel added. "They're still individual women. Each is special."
"And that means that each woman - each person," Alfred stressed. "Needs to be addressed differently, even if it's just a bit of a different. You're not trying to win all of the girls in the world - just that one special one, right?" Peter nodded. "Then you need to figure out how best to approach her."
"You understand?" Alejandro concluded.
Peter looked down at his notes. All four were young, he realized. Young nations in comparison to the older former empires he had asked and yet, they managed to come up with that. Silently, Peter wondered if they had been drinking. Their words were far too thoughtful to have been come up with while sober.
"Yeah, I understand," Sealand sighed as he slid off his chair. "Thanks for the advice."
"Hey, Peter," Daniel called out as he headed out. He gave the boy a thumbs up sign. "Good luck, mate." The four of them smiled reassuringly at him and Peter nodded.
He supposed that was the best information he could get. He needed to base his approach on her and how he wanted her to see him. Peter furrowed his thick brows. He had been watching her for some time now and knew what she seemed to like in a man. Yes...he knew what he had to do.
He narrowed his eyes determinedly. Alright. Game on.
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Dinner Time, Later that Evening
"Stop it," Maria hissed as she shot a glare at Alejandro. "You're making him self-conscious!"
"How can he be so self-conscious after all this time!" Mexico rolled his eyes. Several tables away, Canada was seated with Ukraine, at a table by the window, over-looking the sea beyond. The restaurant was quiet and romantic in atmosphere. It would've been perfect had it not been for half of Matthew's family surrounding him and staring.
"Why are you here tonight, Love?" Daniel asked as he took a drink from his beer. "I thought you were going to have dinner with your siblings."
"I was, but Katya said something about Ivan intruding and she was so worried at the book club meeting today," Maria sighed. "I promised her I'd stop him if he bothered them."
America chuckled and looked back at her. "And how are you going to do that? Beat him up?"
Maria shrugged her shoulders and bit into a bread stick. "I have my ways," she said confidently. "Besides, Ivan never says no to me."
The three men who were chuckling at the thought of her stopping the tall nation went silent. "Q...que?" Alejandro stuttered worriedly.
"Um...let's just concentrate on Matt," Alfred said, turning his head sharply away. The other two mumbled and Maria chuckled. She reached for another breadstick when she saw an adorable boy entering the restaurant.
"Oh...isn't that Sealand?" she said as she craned her neck. Her eyes widened. He was holding a small bouquet of bright pink roses. "How cute!" she cooed. "I wonder if he's here on a date."
"Well, I'll be," Daniel grinned. "Looks like the kid figured out what to do."
"Good luck to him, then," Alejandro said. "I wonder who he is after."
"Uh-oh," Alfred's smile faded as he saw the direction Arthur's cement rig was heading towards. "Guys...."
Maria tilted her head to the side, confused. "Is he delivering flowers to Matthew to give to Katya?"
The three males cringed. "I don't think so, Love...."
"Ahem!" a voice drew the big-hearted blonde woman from her conversation with Canada. She looked down at her side and smiled. "Good...good evening, Ukraine!" Sealand greeted, somewhat awkwardly.
Matthew's jaw dropped. His would-be girlfriend giggled as Canada realized who exactly Sealand had a crush on. "Good evening, Sealand. What do you have there?"
Beaming at her positive response, Peter pulled out the flowers and showed them to her. "Ukraine! This is for you!"
"Aww...!" Hungary's voice carried through the restaurant before she whirled around and shot her dinner companions glares. "Why didn't you two ever give me flowers!?"
"Ow!" Prussia wince as he was smacked in the shoulder. "I thought you hated flowers!"
"I composed you a three hour opera!" Austria reminded her.
"That wasn't a bouquet!"
From her seat, Ukraine blushed. "Thank you, Sealand. You did not have to." Matthew was mortified as she accepted the bouquet and took a sniff. "Oh! And they smell lovely! Matthew, look at these," she said. "I love flowers!"
He paled. Was that a hint? Was it because he didn't bring her flowers? He knew he should've brought her flowers.
"Umm...," Peter continued shyly. "Also, I was wondering," he flushed. He shut his eyes and gathered his courage. "Will you dance with me!?"
As all the women in the room gushed at how adorable he was asking,Matthew remained petrified in his seat. His brothers all shook their heads.
"In retrospect," Daniel sighed. "Perhaps Matthew should've been the one asking for advice."
Maria chuckled and shook her head. As she turned her head, she caught another pair of bushy brows looking at her.
"Psst!" a girl asked behind some shrubs. Maria raised an eyebrow. She motioned to Australia and the girl shook her head. "No! You!"
Maria cocked her head but rose from her seat. "I'll be back."
The trio mumbled, but kept their eyes on Sealand and Ukraine. Maria walked over to the potted plant.
"I have a question to ask you," a girl with wild hair and an Australian accent began. "Since you always have men around you, yea." Maria raised her brows curiously.
"Ask what, Wy?"
The young principality flushed. "How do you make a guy like you?"
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A.N. - The hell? Two stories in a week. The world - it has turned upside down! Or I'm stressed. One or the other. >_>;; The story goes along with the picture I drew. Remember months ago when I did that requests thing I said I'd draw Sealand? Fornorthwhitespecs ? Well...I did and was unsatisfied as usual, so I made a Sealand-centric fic to go with it in hopes of making up for the horror that is my drawing. :3 Hope you guys liked it.
This should pretty much conclude any pending requests I have. I've also covered mikamei 's kind of smutty Austria/Piri in an earlier entry. >3> Mission accomplished! Thank you for reading!!!