2Day One - Holding Hands
SeaWy - Sealand x Wy
"When can we ride the London Eye and go to Big Ben? Downtown is so boring! I don't want to see all these shops and rubbish! I want to ride! Ughh, London is soooo boring!"
"Sealand, for the love of all things sane, SHUT THE BLOODY HELL UP!" England yelled at the complaining boy.
"Yo, calm down, England!" America laughed. "But he's right. We should get to the cooler parts of London. Hey Canada, c'mon, let's check out this store!"
"Eh?!" Canada spluttered as he was dragged off to a womans' clothing store. "A-America, why here?"
"Three words, dude. Hot. British. Chicks!"
"Those bloody idiots," England sighed as he stared from America and Canada to Australia chatting the ears off New Zealand in disdain ("How ya like it in the Big Smoke*, eh, NZ?" "I've been here before, Australia."). "Why can't we just have a normal tour?"
He felt a tug on his coat. "Hey, Jerk, did you hear me? THE LONDON EYE! And you said we were going on a boat, remember? I knew your thick head would forget!"
"Why did I decide to bring you along, you little brat?"
Wy groaned. She normally she'd be excited for family get-togethers, but her family was a bit...crazy. No, more than a bit. Really crazy. Well, New Zealand was cool. Everyone else was weird.
Especially him. "Jerk England's such a bother, isn't he, Wy?"
Wy rolled her eyes. "You're a bother, you pom**," she teased.
Sealand seemingly ignored that comment. "But he's just so rude to me! You know, if he'd just man up and acknowledge me as a country we wouldn't be having this problem!"
The micronation went on about how he hated England. Wy sighed while she and Sealand lagged at the back of the group. Sealand was her good friend, but he could definitely be a handful sometimes. She half listened to him rant on as she ambled down the busy London street, getting a feel of the city. It was so much different than her small, relatively quiet home, but Wy decided she liked it. It had a different aura than Sydney, where Australia had brought her a few years ago. London felt...bigger, somehow. More lively. It was exciting.
Wy was so immersed in the grand (and not boring, might she add) sights of downtown London that she hadn't even realized that she was walking into the highway until Australia shouted "WY! Watch out!"
Said girl turned at her name, but then she saw a truck speeding right towards her, the driver asleep. Wy was frozen with shock for a split second, but just as she was about to jump out of the truck's path a hand pulled her back and she ran to the sidewalk.
"Are you okay, Wy?" Sealand asked as they were safely on the sidewalk. She spotted the rest of the group across from them, having already crossed the road. A police car had went up to the now stopped car, and the driver was awake and dealing with the officers. A few adults near them echoed Sealand's question.
"...Yeah. Thank you," Wy smiled at Sealand, and he grinned back.
"HEY GUYS! YOU OKAY? CROSS THE ROAD! SAFELY!" The two micronations immediately recognized America's booming voice. Wy was about to step onto the street, but Sealand grabbed her hand. Blushing slightly, Wy asked, "Wh—"
"J-Just in case!" Sealand explained quickly, blushing as well. Wy rolled her eyes and smiled as they walked onto the road together.
As they were nearing the other side, Hutt River glanced at their hands and sent her a smug, knowing look. She blushed, shooting him a dirty look.
"What?" Sealand questioned.
"Uh, nothing. My brother is just being a dipstick," Wy glared.
"Why—oh."
"Whatever," Wy muttered, blushing again.
Once they'd reached the sidewalk, everyone started fretting over Wy and scolding her for not paying attention and sighing in relief and cursing that "goddamn idiot of a driver" and denying Sealand's claim that his heroic act deserved an upgrade to nation status. Wy didn't even notice she and Sealand were still holding hands until they turned a curve and she felt a slight tug on her arm. Wy then went to pull her hand back gently, but realized Sealand was still tightly grasping on to it. "Um, Sealand...?"
"Hmm?" Sealand smiled at her. She directed her gaze pointedly at their intertwined hands. He blushed violently and quickly let go.
"Thanks," Wy said, but she didn't mean it. Her hand felt kind of empty now without that warm, tight hold.
[A/N]: *Big Smoke - Australian slang for big city
** Pom - Australian slang for British person
I've never been to London or Sydney, but I simply assumed...? (btw, I know there are very little car crashes in london but I don't rightly care. It's bound to happen anyway) And sorry it's so short and lame