Flightless Birds, (Older!Sealand x Younger!Reader)

"Excuse me. But what on earth are you doing?"
Peter's head emerged abruptly from under the water, staring at the girl infront of his toy stand.

She had on a plain, (f/c) dress, and it looked as if it had been passed down for years. She had on no shoes. And looked to be about 9.
(H/c) hair tied loosely with a ribbon, some strands blocking her beautiful eyes.

'She must be an orphan.' He thought. 'Poor girl.'
"Nothing that concerns you. Now. Why the are you here?!" He yelled defensively.

The girl jumped back from shock, and quickly shook her head.
"I-I'm sorry! I just wanted to look at your toys."

Peter's face soffened and he nodded. "R-Right. I apologize. Um..My names Peter." He hesitantly held out his hand.

The girl softly smiled. "(Name)" she replied, quickly shaking his hand.
"Where are your parents? Isn't it too late for someone as young as you to be out..?"

(Name) sighed and shook her head once more.
"They're dead.." She sniffled looking as if she were about to cry.

Bingo.

"No no! Don't cry!" Peter yelled frantically, trying to comfort the young child.
But that didn't help. Tears continued to stain (Name)'s tiny face as her whole body shook.

"L-Look. Follow me ok?" (Name) looked up to see Peter's concerned face.

She slowly nodded, and squeaked in surprise when he lifted her off the ground. "Can't have you walking around like that? Now can we?"

She silently nodded and tightly clung to his shirt, making Peter blush.

"Where are we going?" She asked, craning her neck to look up.

"Somewhere. Just be patient." (Name) nodded again, nuzzling her head on the teens chest.
The walk wasn't as long as (Name) thought it would be, but they soon arrived to a place with booths lined up everywhere. It looked as if it were a market.

Peter quickly walked down the cobblestone road, looking for someone.
Dim street lamps shone thrugh the whole city, making walking much easier.

'Where is he?' Peter thought, looking eveywhere for Arthur.
"Who are you looking for?" (Name) asked another question, annoying Peter a tad bit more.
"Uh..Right..There! There's the jerk."

"Yo! Kirkland!" He yelled out.

"Oh God.." Arthur groaned, dropping his head in his hands. "What is it you git? I'm busy!"

Peter scoffed and rolled his eyes.
"No. You're not. I need a pair of girl shoes."

Arthur laughed and began to flail. "Peter! I knew you were a girl!" Peter's frowned and he smashed his fist down on the table.

"Shut it! The shoes are for (Name)! Idiot!"
England stopped laughing and looked at the young girl who was sound asleep in Peter's arms.

"Where did you steal her from?" Arthur asked, brushing some of her bangs away from her face.
Peter smacked the olders hand away, and held her closer.

"You blockhead! I didn't steal her! I found her, and she needs shoes! Do you have any?"

Arthur nodded and rummaged around in a large cardboard box, moments later emerging with a small pair of white sandals.

"'Ere. These should fit."
Peter nodded and began to search for some money to pay with.

"No." Arthur whispered, grabbing his hand. "Keep it."
Peter smiled and shook his hand.
"Thanks brother."

"Anytime."
Peter waved goodbye as he walked back to his toystand, (Name) still sleeping peacefully in his arms.