SealandxReader Pt 1

  "Peter? Peter!?"

  Peter groaned, closing his DS as he ran to his father's voice crying for him. He slid down the handrail of the staircase that divided the first and second floors from each other.

  His father was undoubtably in the kitchen, trying to make something that didn't taste like something from the toilet. Although, he had to admit his father's cooking improved tremendously from where it once was.

  Walking into the kitchen, he found his father, Arthur Kirkland, at the cooktop with a kettle on the fire and looking towards the entrance Peter stumbled into. His emerald eyes were holding something, his arms crossed and his large brows narrowed slightly.

  "I didn't do anything!" Peter said, taking the body language as he did something. "Whatever you think I did, blame your stupid imaginary friend things!"

  "They're not imaginary you little-!" He snapped back, quickly covering his mouth and calming down. "You're not in trouble Peter. I just want you to know that Alfred will be dropping off ____________ this afternoon and will be coming back tomorrow to get her."

  Peter stared wide-eyed towards his dad for a few moments before groaning in annoyance. "Daaaaaad! She's so grosssssss! All she ever wants to do is play make-up and stupid girly crud!"

  "Peter, the last time you saw her, she was about 4. She's been living with Alfred for a good 6 years now and odds are her personality has changed since then." Arthur said softly,"She'll be staying in the guest room anyway."

  Peter sighed and nodded, resting his back against the wall behind him. "Tell her she's not allowed in my room. I'll see you at dinner-"

  "Oh no you don't." Arthur snapped again, reaching over to snatch his Soo's wrist. "I want you to be nice to her while she's here and spend time with her, okay? You might find it's not as bad as you think."

  Shoving his hands in his pockets, Peter nodded and left the kitchen as the kettle went off behind Arthur. He sighed, getting the boiling water and pouring it into a teacup, putting a tea bag in.

  He remembered the first time he saw ___________ some five years earlier. Only about three, the Englishman found her body unconscious in an alleyway in London. Her small body was beaten and badly injured. It was obvious there were broken bones and dried blood came from other wounds.

  It didn't take him a second thought to take ____________'s broken and mangled body to a warm and safe home. Hours later, she awoke in fear, hiding in any crack or crevice she could find to keep herself from being found.

  A whole year went over and Arthur was soon able to coax you into a state of trust. Alfred came and took you eventually, wanting to raise a child of his own back in America. Arthur wanted to stay in his home with his only son.

  Now, it's not that he didn't love the girl, she was like his second child. He just thought that maybe she'd be happier with Alfred as a parent. Unlike him, once Alfred was present for the first time, she came close in a matter of minutes. When anyone else came, it took hours before she would even come out of her room.

  Arthur sighed and took a sip of his tea. 'I hope she hasn't changed too much with Alfred...'

__________________

  You sat in the car, kneading at the seatbelt nervously as you dad drove on in this not-so-foreign country. He looked over for a brief second before locking his eyes back on the road. "You don't have to go if you're too nervous ___________. I don't think they'd mind to much having you come to the meeting."

  You pouted, crossing your arms. "I'm a big girl daddy! I can be alone for one night without you!"

  From the look in your eyes, you were obviously lying. Of course, you were happy you'd be able to see Arthur again. But you never knocked off that shy, tentative nature you had around people and you worried if he had changed.

  Alfred took his hand off the steering wheel and grabbed your smaller ones, squeezing them in reassurance. "Don't worry about it. I have my meeting tonight and tomorrow I'll pick you up and bring you back to our hotel with your stuff. Then we can go do stuff together, alright?"

  You nodded, cringing slightly. "Sweetie, don't worry. We'll go on the London Eye if you want. Or visit the Eiffel Tower even!"

  You giggled at your dad's ridiculousness, making him feel better. "Silly daddy! The Eiffel Tower is in France! We're in England!"

  The car jolted to a stop, your heart in your throat when you saw your daddy unbuckle his seatbelt. You took yours off with a click and scrambled out of the car.

  Your old home lay in front of you, untouched it seemed. You watched as your dad carried the luggage towards the home before you went after him, hiding behind his legs as the door opened to the blond, emerald-eyed Brit.

  He smiled at your shrunken form, crouching down to eye-level. "Are you okay? I haven't seen you in a long time ___________."

  "H-Hi...Arthur..." You mumbled, gripping at your dad's pant-sleeves. "Nice to see you again..."

  Arthur smiled, stroking your (h/c) hair softly before standing up. "I'm glad you haven't brainwashed her into a loud, annoying American." Arthur said to himself before taking your things.

  Alfred picked you up, giving you a tight hug as you had been accustomed to before he gave you to Arthur. Tears pricked your eyes but he quickly wiped them away. "Don't worry. Arthur has my number if he really needs me to come over, okay?"

  You nodded, kissing his cheek before watching him leave. Arthur let you go, you quickly went to the window and pressed your face against the cold window and watched the rental car drive off into the distance. Arthur cleared his throat, gaining your attention. "How about I take you to your old room...? Maybe you'll feel a bit better..."

  You nodded, pressing beside him as he led you back to your old room. It remained generally unchanged from what it was. He left your things on your floor while you curled up in bed.

  Feeling terrible, he sat beside you and rubbed your shoulder gently. "It's okay love...he'll be back to get you before you know it. Do you want me to make a cup of Earl Grey? I remember how you liked it..."

  You nodded, not even moving from your curled up spot on the bed. Arthur sighed, kissing your temple before leaving you. His first stop was to boil some water and then he went to Peter's room while waiting.

  He looked over, eyes slightly narrowed. "Peter, can you please go play with _____________ for a little while? She seems awfully down and I think that maybe spending some time with her may be good."

  Peter sighed, picking up his DS and going to your bedroom while Arthur went to fix up some tea. "Hi __________." He nearly squeaked out, trying to get your attention.

  You looked over before turning back towards the wall. "Hi Peter..."

  He sighed, sitting next to you. "You...wanna play my new game?"

  "What game...?" You asked drearily.

  "It's the new pokemon game." He said, showing it to you and leaving the system in front of you. "You can play it if you want-"

  "I already beat it." You murmured, pushing the game away.

  The boy looked shocked, taking the game back. "Did you bring it? Maybe we can play together."

  You turned over to look him in the eyes.

______________

  Arthur nearly dropped your cup of tea when he heard yelling. Quickly putting the steaming glass to the side before quickly rushing to your door where he heard the noise.

  "Peter! I told you to-!" Arthur paused noticing that you were fist-pumping while Peter groaned in complaint. Both of the children looked towards Arthur in confusion at his sudden burst-in. "Uh...is everything...okay...?"

  "___________ beat me at pokemon!"

  "That a'kuz girls are better!"

  "Are not!"

  "Are so!"

  "Are not!"

  "Are so!"

  Arthur watched the two go back and forth for a good few minutes before leaving them to themselves. 'Well at least ___________'s feeling better...although my son's masculinity was called into question...