Sealand's Stay at Jerk England's House, Part 2
With the second part of my adventure!!
Rating: I don't know >.< Nothing to horribly bad, though England, Romano, and Poland like to curse.
Okay, now for the second part.
This time, I was not lazy and I actually put it in the blog. ^_^;
With the exceptions of Sealand, Canada, and Japan, rechter_sims made all the sims you see in my story. All credit should go to them. Also I should probably add that I do not own or claim The Sims or Axis Powers Hetalia in any way, shape, or form.
Let's see, if you didn't read the first part, you can find it here, but you didn't miss much (Warning! Image heavy):
Last time, Sealand had moved into UK’s house, found out Jerk England was a wizard, and ran away from home. Now he has the grave duty of becoming Prussia’s protégé and being America’s back up. Okay, not the second duty, but he is Prussia’s protégé. Now, enough with the recaps and back to the story:
The next morning, the boys were up bright and early for the day’s awesome lessons. “Today, I will teach you in the ways of awesome.” Sealand looked around at their surroundings, “Where are we?”
Prussia looked at the half pint behind him. “Why, we are at Mini World Park: the park (almost) of global proportions.”
“Okay Sealand smiled, what first?”
“Well first, since I don’t actually know your name, you need a new name. Let’s call you Prussia’s Protégé, P.P. for short.” Sealand wrinkled his nose in disgusted, but decided that it was better for people to actually know his name than to have those awkward moments when people are trying to think of it.
“Okay, our first lesson is all about greeting your friends in the most awesome manner imaginable.” Prussia started “Okay you can pick who we greet.”
“Okay!” Sealand enthusiastically looked around and finally pointed to a rather tall man sitting on a bench. “How about that guy?”
“Kolkolkolkolkolkol”
“Umm, pick again” Prussia stated. Sealand looked around again and finally decided on the man that was primping himself by the photo booth.
“That one will work nicely.” Prussia stated “Hey, France!” Prussia walked over to him.
“Bon jour, Gilbert! Ca va?” France questioned.
“Oh, I’m feeling awesome as always. How are you?”
“Absolutely fabulous.” Prussia held out his hand toward France, as if to give him a hand shake, but when France went to grab his hand, Prussia pulled his away and smoothed out his hair.
“See, P.P., that is how you greet someone and still be awesome doing it.”
“Oh, it was a joke.” France said. “Now, I don’t feel so offended.”
Sealand looked up at Prussia, “Got it.” he said “Now what?”
“Now, my protégé, I’ll will teach you to drink like an awesome person.” They then headed over the bridge to what looked like a keg on the other side of the pond.
“Now, what you do is drink right from the tap.”
“Is that sanitary?” Sealand asked as he watched his mentor drink.
“Everything is sanitary when you are awesome.” Prussia said as he wiped his mouth off with his sleeve. “Here, you try.” Prussia handed Sealand that tap, and Sealand’s eyes grew wide and bright.
“Do you mean it?”
“Of course! You have to start being awesome somewhere.”
He held the tap to his mouth for a couple seconds then stopped.
“That was amazing, Prussia!” Sealand’s face was still aglow with excitement.”
“Anything for P.P.”
Sealand wiped off his mouth, and exchanged a high five with his mentor.
“Do we try the bubble blower next?” Sealand asked.
“No! What kind of parent do you think I am. I’m going to be the responsible parent and say no.”
“Oh yeah,” Belarus piped in “Real responsible parenting. Letting your kid drink from a keg, let alone straight from the tap. Now if my brother was his mentor, then-”
“Keep your nose out of our business.” Prussia snapped. Afterwards he gave his attention back to Sealand. “This next lesson is very important, so pay close attention. We will be seizing the vital regions of weaker nations.” Enthusiastically Sealand replied.
“Okay, who are we going to seize?”
“We will be seizing their’s” Prussia gestured to the pair of cloud watching Latvia and Estonia. “Look at them. Just sitting there like sitting ducks. Their vital regions for the taking. Lets do it.”
As they were about to move, they heard a very ominous voice in back of them.
“Kolkolkolkolkolkol”
“Prussia,” Russia addressed. “If you touch their vital regions, I’ll make sure that you wake up tomorrow without yours."
“Fine, we won’t.” with head hung low he started for another group.
“Mr. Prussia, why do you let that guy bully you?” Sealand asked. Prussia turned around to face him, “Well, there are a few things you should know about Russia.”
He looked Sealand in eyes as he said his next couple of sentences. “Russia is a stupid drunk that, if you don’t do what he says, will nuke you. So unless you want to be blown into a thousand piece, don’t mess with him.”
"DON'T TALK ABOUT MY NII-SAN THAT WAY!!" Belarus screeched from the bench.
"Shut it Belarus!" Prussia looked back at Sealand "So, yeah."
“Okay.” Sealand knew that that advise might save him one day, so he engraved it in his brain.
Next they made their way over to a table where there was a pair of slightly feminine men, one a brunette, the other a ditzy blonde.
“Hey look, Liet, a little kid! Oh my God you are like totally cute! Like what’s your name.” Sealand jumped into his introduction.
“Hiya! My name’s Sealand, but you won’t remember that because no one ever does, so you can call me Peter, or P.P. That’s short for Prussia’s Protégé because Prussia is my mentor in everything awesome!”
“Wow,” Poland exclaimed. “That’s like totally….. awesome!”
“And, Poland,” Prussia stated, “I was wondering if I could use you in my next demonstration.”
“Like sure! I’d love to help the little guy learn and stuff.”
As soon as Poland stood up, Prussia proceeded to grab Poland’s buttocks. In shock, Poland pushed him away.
“Looks like you guys are having fun” America said in the background.
Lithuania, not turning away from the scene beside him, commented, “Oh God,”
“What?” America questioned
“Prussia has just dug himself an extremely deep grave.”
“LIKE WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!?!” Poland was livid. Prussia, taken aback, was in shock.
“You said you would help me give a demonstration.”
“I didn’t know that involved you groping my ass!” Poland was certainly offended. “What kind of guy do you think I am?”
“What?!?!” Prussia exclamied. “I was showing P.P. how to seize vital regions.”
America, almost oblivious to the situation, “Why Lithuania, you seem to be having a facepalm moment. Here, have a hamburger. They are a little burnt, but they always make me feel better.”
“I’m sorry, okay? I won’t do it again.”
“You better be because if you are, like, not, I’m going to like totally sue you for sexual harassment.” Poland took a deep breath, “Great. Now I’m like all pissed and stuff. Thanks a lot.”
America looked at Lithuania, “Wow, I didn’t know Poland had such a potty mouth. He could rival Romano and Arthur when he’s mad.” He looked at his platter of hamburgers, “I should probably leave one for him, too. You know, now that I think of it, England was cursing a lot yesterday for some reason....." America thought back to last night at the bar.
"I can't belive I lost the kid!" England sobbed as he drank away his worrys. After spending all night searching with America and.... umm.....
"My name is Canada." Maple guy reminded me. Right, Canada. After spending all night searching with America and Canada, drinking was all he really wanted to do.
"First America," England began counting on his fingers. "Then....America agian, and then Hong Kong, and then Seychelle, and this kid."
"That's okay," America comforted. "We all knew you were a failure to begin with, so this doesn't come as much of a suprise." Maple Leaf guy's words were a little more comforting.
"It's not your fault England. Stuff happens that we can't control."
England side glaced over to America, who was just as confused, and back to sweatshirt dude. "Who are you and why are you talking to me?" That guy sitting next to England sighed.
"I'm Canada. You know, you and Frace raised me." England looked at him for a couple more seconds.
"Never heard of you."
"Maybe," America piped up, "He just wanted to be independant."
"AL!" America's twin alerted. England had a somber look on his face
"Independant.....?" "WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM?!?!" England yelled! "You douhe! Why the hell would he want to be independant?!?!" America was about to say something and dig himself a deeper grave, but Maple leaf dude came to the rescue.
"He was just trying-" England cut him off.
"DAMMIT, STOP TALKING TO ME! I don't even know who the hell you are, yet you've been following me around all night! If you actually had something useful to say, don't you think I would frickin' remember you?! And, you smell like maple syrup! Go away, you stalker!" England looked back and forth between the two America's. I'm going to hit the keg. If anyone of you ass holes want me, I'll be there.
He staggered out, and when he was out of sight, America got up out of his bar stool to talk to his other brother
"Do we have to go get him or can we just leave him here?" America questioned and the hoodie guy sighed.
"No, Al. We have to take him home." They were about to walk out of the bar when the America clone piped up again. "Umm, Al, who exactly were we looking for, tonight?"
"I have not the slightest idea. Some kid I guess."
"Good. So I'm not the only one."
They found him right where he said he would be. They both approached him with caution, “Um, we have to take you home now.”
“Make me,” his speech was slurred and when he stood up straight again he wobbled and fought a fight with gravity that was almost painful to watch.
“You’re a mess,” maple leaf started as he approached his inebriated brother. He held him steady as he continued.
“You’re only doing this because you’re at a loss. What if the kid saw you doing this? Would he be proud to call you his brother?” That guy was always the more sensitive brother. England broke into sobs, again.
“You’re right, America. I would be so ashamed. What kind of brother would I be. Thank you!”
“Okay we’re going to take you home now.” America said. “Hop up.”
“There are two America’s?! That’s it!.... I’m in hell.” With that, England jumped into America’s arms and they left the bar. “America…s, you guys.. are a bunch of ungrateful.. ass holes, but.. I’m happy that you can look after me when I’m totally… zZzZz.”
"Nope, can't remember why!"
When Poland sat back down to rant to his friend, Prussia came around the table to talk to Sealand, “Well, that could have went better.”
“That’s okay,” Sealand comforted. “I learned a lot.”
“That’s good,” Prussia stated “Too bad we only have two more lessons today.”
“That’s okay,” Sealand was enthusiastic to learn whatever Prussia had to teach him because he knew that it would make him awesome one day, and people, other than jerk England, would notice him. “What’s next?!” At that time, they both felt a malicious force to the side of them.
“It better not involve Toris or his vital regions either.” Russia threatened as he took Lithuania’s hamburger.
“Don’t worry. It doesn’t.”
Prussia looked over to what was a very excited girl. “Look, brother!” Liechtenstein called, “I have caught a fish!”
Prussia looked back at Sealand, “I’m going to teach you how to get girls.”
“Okay!”
“Finally,” Sealand thought, “Someone who knows this important stuff.”
Prussia walked over to the girl as she placed the fish in a pocket in the back of her dress. “Hello, Liechtenstein,” he said in the smoothest voice he could muster.
“Has anyone ever told you that your eyes are as blue as the sky is today?” the girl began to blush.
“Thank you Gilbert.” she giggled. “You’re very sweet.”
“Wow, Prussia!” Sealand awed, “You. are. awesome!!”
“Let’s see how frickin’ awesome he is with this fishing pole shoved up his-” a loud voice boomed.
“What the hell do you think you are doing?!” Switzerland was quick to poke the man in front of him. “I saw what you just did to Poland, Stay away from her!”
“Brother,” Liechtenstein defended. “It is okay. It was not of ill intent”
“You,” he pointed to his adopted sister, “You stay out of this.” He looked back at Prussia, “You were about to violate my innocent sister. Now what do you have to say for yourself?” Prussia took a short pause before reaching down to grab the Swiss buttocks.
“Your vital regions have just been seized.” Prussia teased. Switzerland quickly shot back up, his face red with anger.
“How dare you!”
As Liechtenstein started blushing at the sight she had just witnessed, Prussia and Sealand ran as fast as they could toward the soccer field.
Once there, they wildly laughed like hyenas. Each exchanged phrases, such as “You were awesome,” and “I know, right?!” They wiped their tearing eyes on there sleeves, and Prussia proceeded to say, “Okay, now for your last lesson of the day.” Sealand’s face lit up. He definitely had the best mentor in the world.
“What is that?” he questioned
“Revenge.”
“See that douche playing with the soccer ball, that’s Romano. He likes trying to protect his brother, Feliciano, from my brother, West, who is in love with Feliciano, but does not like admitting to liking someone so useless.” Sealand’s head spun from the unfolding love triangle. Prussia continued, “He likes to defend him both directly and indirectly by picking on West and I. He annoyed me the other day so I have decided that it was a good time to not only show off my mad fighting skills, but also to give him a beat down.” Prussia walked over to Romano.
“Hey, tomato freak!” Prussia yelled toward the guy
“Well if it isn’t the potato freak’s brother,” Romano sneered at Prussia, “What the hell do you want?”
“I came here to kick your ass!”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah.” And with a grand pounce, Prussia tackled Romano and the fight began.
“Well that is unusual, aru.” China looked over at the fight taking place. Japan was silent for a few moments before questioning.
“……Seeing a grown man swing on a swing?”
“No, aru. Prussia fighting with Romano over there.” Again, Japan took a few moment to add his feedback.
“…..How childish.” He was not the least impressed, but China’s face was bright with enthusiasm.
“Come on, aru! Let’s go watch them, aru!” With that, China jumped out of the swing, grabbed Japan's wrist and ran over to watch.
“Hey guys,” America said when he got to the scene of the fight, “What’s just happened?” Switzerland was a little to excited.
“Prussia just got into a fight with Romano, and now he’s going to get his ass kicked by the Italian Mafia!”
“Switzerland, aren’t you supposed to be neutral?” Switzerland gave him a cold glare.
“Shut up.”
On the contrary, Liechtenstein seemed concerned.
“Oh Prussia! Please don’t get hurt.”
China and Japan arrived just in time to witness Prussia’s winning blow to Romano’s chin and his ego.
“I can’t believe I lost to that **insert choice swear here**.”
“You better believe it.” Prussia vocalized. “Now go pack up your Mafia and tomato plants and shove them up your-”
“PRUSSIA, YOU. WERE. INCREDIBLE!!!” Sealand fawned.
“No, P.P.,” He paused for dramatic effect “I was awesome!”
“I’m so glad you are my mentor.”
“And, I am glad you are my protégé.” he said, “Come on, lets go home.
~~~~~
And that is where this chapter in Sealand’s journey will end. Next time, will England learn the whereabouts of his lost brother? What will happen when Prussia takes Sealand home? Will the identity of the mystery maple leaf man ever be exposed? And, why can’t my Sims ever use a cup?! All these questions may be answered in the next chapter The Adventures of Hetalia: Sealand’s Stay at Jerk England’s House, Part 3!!!!
But before I leave, I have one last picture:
“I ran into the bathroom because the thought of Prussia fighting is scary, but I encountered something much more frightening…"
Poor Latvia. Until next time. Happy Simming ~ XD
Rating: I don't know >.< Nothing to horribly bad, though England, Romano, and Poland like to curse.
Okay, now for the second part.
This time, I was not lazy and I actually put it in the blog. ^_^;
With the exceptions of Sealand, Canada, and Japan, rechter_sims made all the sims you see in my story. All credit should go to them. Also I should probably add that I do not own or claim The Sims or Axis Powers Hetalia in any way, shape, or form.
Let's see, if you didn't read the first part, you can find it here, but you didn't miss much (Warning! Image heavy):
Last time, Sealand had moved into UK’s house, found out Jerk England was a wizard, and ran away from home. Now he has the grave duty of becoming Prussia’s protégé and being America’s back up. Okay, not the second duty, but he is Prussia’s protégé. Now, enough with the recaps and back to the story:
The next morning, the boys were up bright and early for the day’s awesome lessons. “Today, I will teach you in the ways of awesome.” Sealand looked around at their surroundings, “Where are we?”
Prussia looked at the half pint behind him. “Why, we are at Mini World Park: the park (almost) of global proportions.”
“Okay Sealand smiled, what first?”
“Well first, since I don’t actually know your name, you need a new name. Let’s call you Prussia’s Protégé, P.P. for short.” Sealand wrinkled his nose in disgusted, but decided that it was better for people to actually know his name than to have those awkward moments when people are trying to think of it.
“Okay, our first lesson is all about greeting your friends in the most awesome manner imaginable.” Prussia started “Okay you can pick who we greet.”
“Okay!” Sealand enthusiastically looked around and finally pointed to a rather tall man sitting on a bench. “How about that guy?”
“Kolkolkolkolkolkol”
“Umm, pick again” Prussia stated. Sealand looked around again and finally decided on the man that was primping himself by the photo booth.
“That one will work nicely.” Prussia stated “Hey, France!” Prussia walked over to him.
“Bon jour, Gilbert! Ca va?” France questioned.
“Oh, I’m feeling awesome as always. How are you?”
“Absolutely fabulous.” Prussia held out his hand toward France, as if to give him a hand shake, but when France went to grab his hand, Prussia pulled his away and smoothed out his hair.
“See, P.P., that is how you greet someone and still be awesome doing it.”
“Oh, it was a joke.” France said. “Now, I don’t feel so offended.”
Sealand looked up at Prussia, “Got it.” he said “Now what?”
“Now, my protégé, I’ll will teach you to drink like an awesome person.” They then headed over the bridge to what looked like a keg on the other side of the pond.
“Now, what you do is drink right from the tap.”
“Is that sanitary?” Sealand asked as he watched his mentor drink.
“Everything is sanitary when you are awesome.” Prussia said as he wiped his mouth off with his sleeve. “Here, you try.” Prussia handed Sealand that tap, and Sealand’s eyes grew wide and bright.
“Do you mean it?”
“Of course! You have to start being awesome somewhere.”
He held the tap to his mouth for a couple seconds then stopped.
“That was amazing, Prussia!” Sealand’s face was still aglow with excitement.”
“Anything for P.P.”
Sealand wiped off his mouth, and exchanged a high five with his mentor.
“Do we try the bubble blower next?” Sealand asked.
“No! What kind of parent do you think I am. I’m going to be the responsible parent and say no.”
“Oh yeah,” Belarus piped in “Real responsible parenting. Letting your kid drink from a keg, let alone straight from the tap. Now if my brother was his mentor, then-”
“Keep your nose out of our business.” Prussia snapped. Afterwards he gave his attention back to Sealand. “This next lesson is very important, so pay close attention. We will be seizing the vital regions of weaker nations.” Enthusiastically Sealand replied.
“Okay, who are we going to seize?”
“We will be seizing their’s” Prussia gestured to the pair of cloud watching Latvia and Estonia. “Look at them. Just sitting there like sitting ducks. Their vital regions for the taking. Lets do it.”
As they were about to move, they heard a very ominous voice in back of them.
“Kolkolkolkolkolkol”
“Prussia,” Russia addressed. “If you touch their vital regions, I’ll make sure that you wake up tomorrow without yours."
“Fine, we won’t.” with head hung low he started for another group.
“Mr. Prussia, why do you let that guy bully you?” Sealand asked. Prussia turned around to face him, “Well, there are a few things you should know about Russia.”
He looked Sealand in eyes as he said his next couple of sentences. “Russia is a stupid drunk that, if you don’t do what he says, will nuke you. So unless you want to be blown into a thousand piece, don’t mess with him.”
"DON'T TALK ABOUT MY NII-SAN THAT WAY!!" Belarus screeched from the bench.
"Shut it Belarus!" Prussia looked back at Sealand "So, yeah."
“Okay.” Sealand knew that that advise might save him one day, so he engraved it in his brain.
Next they made their way over to a table where there was a pair of slightly feminine men, one a brunette, the other a ditzy blonde.
“Hey look, Liet, a little kid! Oh my God you are like totally cute! Like what’s your name.” Sealand jumped into his introduction.
“Hiya! My name’s Sealand, but you won’t remember that because no one ever does, so you can call me Peter, or P.P. That’s short for Prussia’s Protégé because Prussia is my mentor in everything awesome!”
“Wow,” Poland exclaimed. “That’s like totally….. awesome!”
“And, Poland,” Prussia stated, “I was wondering if I could use you in my next demonstration.”
“Like sure! I’d love to help the little guy learn and stuff.”
As soon as Poland stood up, Prussia proceeded to grab Poland’s buttocks. In shock, Poland pushed him away.
“Looks like you guys are having fun” America said in the background.
Lithuania, not turning away from the scene beside him, commented, “Oh God,”
“What?” America questioned
“Prussia has just dug himself an extremely deep grave.”
“LIKE WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!?!” Poland was livid. Prussia, taken aback, was in shock.
“You said you would help me give a demonstration.”
“I didn’t know that involved you groping my ass!” Poland was certainly offended. “What kind of guy do you think I am?”
“What?!?!” Prussia exclamied. “I was showing P.P. how to seize vital regions.”
America, almost oblivious to the situation, “Why Lithuania, you seem to be having a facepalm moment. Here, have a hamburger. They are a little burnt, but they always make me feel better.”
“I’m sorry, okay? I won’t do it again.”
“You better be because if you are, like, not, I’m going to like totally sue you for sexual harassment.” Poland took a deep breath, “Great. Now I’m like all pissed and stuff. Thanks a lot.”
America looked at Lithuania, “Wow, I didn’t know Poland had such a potty mouth. He could rival Romano and Arthur when he’s mad.” He looked at his platter of hamburgers, “I should probably leave one for him, too. You know, now that I think of it, England was cursing a lot yesterday for some reason....." America thought back to last night at the bar.
"I can't belive I lost the kid!" England sobbed as he drank away his worrys. After spending all night searching with America and.... umm.....
"My name is Canada." Maple guy reminded me. Right, Canada. After spending all night searching with America and Canada, drinking was all he really wanted to do.
"First America," England began counting on his fingers. "Then....America agian, and then Hong Kong, and then Seychelle, and this kid."
"That's okay," America comforted. "We all knew you were a failure to begin with, so this doesn't come as much of a suprise." Maple Leaf guy's words were a little more comforting.
"It's not your fault England. Stuff happens that we can't control."
England side glaced over to America, who was just as confused, and back to sweatshirt dude. "Who are you and why are you talking to me?" That guy sitting next to England sighed.
"I'm Canada. You know, you and Frace raised me." England looked at him for a couple more seconds.
"Never heard of you."
"Maybe," America piped up, "He just wanted to be independant."
"AL!" America's twin alerted. England had a somber look on his face
"Independant.....?" "WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM?!?!" England yelled! "You douhe! Why the hell would he want to be independant?!?!" America was about to say something and dig himself a deeper grave, but Maple leaf dude came to the rescue.
"He was just trying-" England cut him off.
"DAMMIT, STOP TALKING TO ME! I don't even know who the hell you are, yet you've been following me around all night! If you actually had something useful to say, don't you think I would frickin' remember you?! And, you smell like maple syrup! Go away, you stalker!" England looked back and forth between the two America's. I'm going to hit the keg. If anyone of you ass holes want me, I'll be there.
He staggered out, and when he was out of sight, America got up out of his bar stool to talk to his other brother
"Do we have to go get him or can we just leave him here?" America questioned and the hoodie guy sighed.
"No, Al. We have to take him home." They were about to walk out of the bar when the America clone piped up again. "Umm, Al, who exactly were we looking for, tonight?"
"I have not the slightest idea. Some kid I guess."
"Good. So I'm not the only one."
They found him right where he said he would be. They both approached him with caution, “Um, we have to take you home now.”
“Make me,” his speech was slurred and when he stood up straight again he wobbled and fought a fight with gravity that was almost painful to watch.
“You’re a mess,” maple leaf started as he approached his inebriated brother. He held him steady as he continued.
“You’re only doing this because you’re at a loss. What if the kid saw you doing this? Would he be proud to call you his brother?” That guy was always the more sensitive brother. England broke into sobs, again.
“You’re right, America. I would be so ashamed. What kind of brother would I be. Thank you!”
“Okay we’re going to take you home now.” America said. “Hop up.”
“There are two America’s?! That’s it!.... I’m in hell.” With that, England jumped into America’s arms and they left the bar. “America…s, you guys.. are a bunch of ungrateful.. ass holes, but.. I’m happy that you can look after me when I’m totally… zZzZz.”
"Nope, can't remember why!"
When Poland sat back down to rant to his friend, Prussia came around the table to talk to Sealand, “Well, that could have went better.”
“That’s okay,” Sealand comforted. “I learned a lot.”
“That’s good,” Prussia stated “Too bad we only have two more lessons today.”
“That’s okay,” Sealand was enthusiastic to learn whatever Prussia had to teach him because he knew that it would make him awesome one day, and people, other than jerk England, would notice him. “What’s next?!” At that time, they both felt a malicious force to the side of them.
“It better not involve Toris or his vital regions either.” Russia threatened as he took Lithuania’s hamburger.
“Don’t worry. It doesn’t.”
Prussia looked over to what was a very excited girl. “Look, brother!” Liechtenstein called, “I have caught a fish!”
Prussia looked back at Sealand, “I’m going to teach you how to get girls.”
“Okay!”
“Finally,” Sealand thought, “Someone who knows this important stuff.”
Prussia walked over to the girl as she placed the fish in a pocket in the back of her dress. “Hello, Liechtenstein,” he said in the smoothest voice he could muster.
“Has anyone ever told you that your eyes are as blue as the sky is today?” the girl began to blush.
“Thank you Gilbert.” she giggled. “You’re very sweet.”
“Wow, Prussia!” Sealand awed, “You. are. awesome!!”
“Let’s see how frickin’ awesome he is with this fishing pole shoved up his-” a loud voice boomed.
“What the hell do you think you are doing?!” Switzerland was quick to poke the man in front of him. “I saw what you just did to Poland, Stay away from her!”
“Brother,” Liechtenstein defended. “It is okay. It was not of ill intent”
“You,” he pointed to his adopted sister, “You stay out of this.” He looked back at Prussia, “You were about to violate my innocent sister. Now what do you have to say for yourself?” Prussia took a short pause before reaching down to grab the Swiss buttocks.
“Your vital regions have just been seized.” Prussia teased. Switzerland quickly shot back up, his face red with anger.
“How dare you!”
As Liechtenstein started blushing at the sight she had just witnessed, Prussia and Sealand ran as fast as they could toward the soccer field.
Once there, they wildly laughed like hyenas. Each exchanged phrases, such as “You were awesome,” and “I know, right?!” They wiped their tearing eyes on there sleeves, and Prussia proceeded to say, “Okay, now for your last lesson of the day.” Sealand’s face lit up. He definitely had the best mentor in the world.
“What is that?” he questioned
“Revenge.”
“See that douche playing with the soccer ball, that’s Romano. He likes trying to protect his brother, Feliciano, from my brother, West, who is in love with Feliciano, but does not like admitting to liking someone so useless.” Sealand’s head spun from the unfolding love triangle. Prussia continued, “He likes to defend him both directly and indirectly by picking on West and I. He annoyed me the other day so I have decided that it was a good time to not only show off my mad fighting skills, but also to give him a beat down.” Prussia walked over to Romano.
“Hey, tomato freak!” Prussia yelled toward the guy
“Well if it isn’t the potato freak’s brother,” Romano sneered at Prussia, “What the hell do you want?”
“I came here to kick your ass!”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah.” And with a grand pounce, Prussia tackled Romano and the fight began.
“Well that is unusual, aru.” China looked over at the fight taking place. Japan was silent for a few moments before questioning.
“……Seeing a grown man swing on a swing?”
“No, aru. Prussia fighting with Romano over there.” Again, Japan took a few moment to add his feedback.
“…..How childish.” He was not the least impressed, but China’s face was bright with enthusiasm.
“Come on, aru! Let’s go watch them, aru!” With that, China jumped out of the swing, grabbed Japan's wrist and ran over to watch.
“Hey guys,” America said when he got to the scene of the fight, “What’s just happened?” Switzerland was a little to excited.
“Prussia just got into a fight with Romano, and now he’s going to get his ass kicked by the Italian Mafia!”
“Switzerland, aren’t you supposed to be neutral?” Switzerland gave him a cold glare.
“Shut up.”
On the contrary, Liechtenstein seemed concerned.
“Oh Prussia! Please don’t get hurt.”
China and Japan arrived just in time to witness Prussia’s winning blow to Romano’s chin and his ego.
“I can’t believe I lost to that **insert choice swear here**.”
“You better believe it.” Prussia vocalized. “Now go pack up your Mafia and tomato plants and shove them up your-”
“PRUSSIA, YOU. WERE. INCREDIBLE!!!” Sealand fawned.
“No, P.P.,” He paused for dramatic effect “I was awesome!”
“I’m so glad you are my mentor.”
“And, I am glad you are my protégé.” he said, “Come on, lets go home.
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And that is where this chapter in Sealand’s journey will end. Next time, will England learn the whereabouts of his lost brother? What will happen when Prussia takes Sealand home? Will the identity of the mystery maple leaf man ever be exposed? And, why can’t my Sims ever use a cup?! All these questions may be answered in the next chapter The Adventures of Hetalia: Sealand’s Stay at Jerk England’s House, Part 3!!!!
But before I leave, I have one last picture:
“I ran into the bathroom because the thought of Prussia fighting is scary, but I encountered something much more frightening…"
Poor Latvia. Until next time. Happy Simming ~ XD