A/n: This story will be a two shot. Warnings: Brotherly!Arthur, Dark!America. I think that's mostly it :p

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, though I wish I could buy Sealand for myself :) bwahaha!

"Small. Weak. Annoying."

Sealand was shoved hard backwards. He stumbled, barely able to maintain his balance. The other nation leered at him, grabbing the front collar of the boy's sailor suit and lifting. His feet left the ground.

"Insignificant. Worthless. Ugly."

Sealand was thrown forcefully, his eyes widening in fear as he soared through the air. He slammed hard into the dirt, small rocks scraping his hands. He instinctively curled up, trying to avoid any more attacks. He was scraped and bruised as it was, and tears were beginning to leak from the corners of his big blue eyes.

"You'll never be a nation. Your hardly even a person."

Sealand looked up just in time to see a fist sail through the air, connecting with his face with a smack. Small lights popped in front of his vision, and a black haze wavered in and out. There was a sadistic laugh, and Sealand heard and felt a large amount of spit hit him.

"Don't ever try to come to another meeting again, unless you want it worse next time."

The other walked away, leaving the poor, broken child bruised and sobbing in the dirt. There was nothing he could do but cry.

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Sealand walked along the street in London, sniffling. Not once had he EVER been beaten up for trying to attend a World Meeting before. It was shocking, painful, and very scary. The bigger nation had done it so easily, and mercilessly. Thrown insults at him, shoved and punched him. He hadn't even tried to fight back. He was to scared to try anything. He absentmindedly sat on an elaborate metal bench, nursing the bruise on his lower back carefully. His eye was throbbing, and he knew it would look bad. It hurt to open it, so he opted for just keeping it closed for now. The tears stung as they leaked from his bruised eye, and it hurt to wipe them away. He couldn't help it though. He was still trying to hold on to his dignity. Nobody was around. At least, he hadn't thought there was.

"Bloody hell... Peter? What- what happened to you?"

Sealand sniffed, covering his eye quickly and glancing up. He tried to put on his best scowl, trying to sound annoyed with the others presence.

"Why do you care, jerk England," he said, though his voice cracked at the insult.

England's expression softened considerably, and he strode forward. He was wearing a brown suit, carrying a worn old briefcase. It appeared that he was on his way home from the meeting.

"My goodness, someones duffed you up, haven't they?" his tone was gentle, not it's usual mocking self.

He bent down to Sealand's level, gently taking his hand from his face. Sealand tried to resist, but ultimately gave in. England drew in a sharp breath when he saw the damage.

"That's quite the shiner. I've had a good number of these in my day, I'll get you right fixed up," he said, daring to crack a small smile.

"W-why? Nobody cares about me..."

England went from a look of surprise to one of sadness. He placed a hand tentatively on the boy's shoulder, looking him straight in the eyes.

"Sealand, that's not true. I may act... annoyed, but when it comes down to it, you are family. Look how much I fight with Scotland! We have engaged in fisticuffs more than enough times, and I still care for him. Now come, we'll head to my hotel and get you fixed up, then I'll drive you back to Finland and Sweden's place. Sound good?"

Several more tears fell into Sealand's lap before he slowly nodded. England brightened and helped the boy to his feet, frowning slightly at the torn fabric and scraped hands. Sealand made little effort to push his older brother away as he was helped to a car, the engine still running on the side of the street. He sat quietly in the passenger's seat, trying to ignore the pain pulsing in his face. He risked a glance in the mirror and started to cry silently again when he saw the dark purple bruise encircling his right eye. England looked over in concern, before bringing the car to a stop outside a rather large hotel.

"Come now lad, let's get that cleaned up," he said, exiting the car.

Sealand trailed slightly behind England, still unsure of the man in front of him. Usually he was cold and bitter, sarcastic and irritated, but today he seemed helpful, and even... kind. Yes, kind, which Sealand had previously thought was impossible for England. When they arrived at his room, Sealand was instructed to take a seat on the bed. He waited cautiously, while England rummaged about in the loo. He came out with a first aid kit and a damp, soapy cloth.

"Now don't fret, this may sting a bit," England said softly, working the cloth around the cuts on Sealand's hands.

He bit his lip, determined not to act weak in front of England. The more England thought he was tough, the better. Though when England began to clean up around his eye, he couldn't help but whimper a bit. England softly shushed him, though it was not out of annoyance. It was fairly comforting. When he was done he carefully put bandages into place over the cuts on his hands and arms. He tutted while examining the ruined sailor suit, and adjusted the cap on Sealand's head.

"There now, that's better isn't it? Make sure you put ice on that eye when you get home, we wouldn't want it to swell," England said, giving Sealand a reassuring pat on the shoulder.

Sealand looked up, before thanking England quietly. The Brit smiled, telling him it was no problem, before they headed for the car.

"Hey jer- uh, England?" Sealand asked.

"Hmm?"

"Um, do you really think that anyone cares about me? I mean, besides you," Sealand added quickly, looking down at the ground.

England frowned.

"Of course I do. Sweden and Finland love you dearly, Latvia seems to enjoy your company, and all those other micro nations as well. Oh, and we cannot forget your citizens. They will always care for you. What a silly thing to ask," England said.

"Okay."

It came out as more of a whisper, and without even thinking, the small boy crushed England into a hug. At first, England was very shocked. He wasn't much of a hugger, though after many years without much appropriate physical contact (France doesn't count. I said appropriate!) it was actually very nice. He returned the hug, and gently whispered the next part.

"Now, would you tell me who did this to you."

Sealand looked up and visibly gulped.

"A-America."

A/n: This wasn't to bad, was it? America is rather OOC, and this will be a two shot. soooo, hope you all enjoyed it, poor Sealand!