~DO YOU SEE THEM?!~ England x Reader

Pairing: England/Arthur Kirkland x Reader
Fandom: Hetalia
Genre: Comedy/Fluff
Inspiration: ...my sister and her friend playing with Pokemon dolls

"Do you see them?!

Well, do you?!"
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You picked up the phone, expecting the same, panicking, Irish voice to be heard from the other line of the phone. "Yes, Seamy?" You asked, annoyed. This was the third time he called in panic this week, typical Seamus. He was always a happy-go-lucky country, being the human representation of Northern Ireland, one of the twin countries of luck. So far, the incidents were, and in order: Scotland was going on a riot and strike to save the badgers, Wales was drunk, and Sealand ran away. What could it be this time?

"It's England, [Country Name]." Your eyes widened. The usually well-composed and polite England was a subject of one of Seamus's panic attacks?! How could this be?! "He's going on in a depressed form....talking to himself like he's crazy...." You sighed. Apparently, every Kirkland except Sealand could see magical creatures...and so could you, but secretly. You chatted with mermaids by your home and fed unicorns when they were hungry. But you were so embarassed to tell everyone else, since they'd think you were crazy liked the Kirkland's. You had Kirkland genes in you, since you were adopted by Wales when you were a little girl. He was practically your father. You sighed."Tell Tad[1] I'll be there and I'm bringing his favorite mint sauce...."  You hung up and got on your jacket, driving to the Kirkand residence.

You knocked on the door quietly, expecting to see Ireland open up. But nooooo. It had to be the smoking terror of your life. "Hey, la-" "Move over before I make your pretty boy face not so pretty anymore, Scotty." You shoved the auburn haired male out of your way and walked upstairs. "What's her problem?" Scotland asked himself, before America grabbed his shoulder. "Let's face it, Big Unc. She just doesn't like you." There was a large pause. "...DO I LOOK BIG TO YOU?!"

You found your adoptive father outside the door with Ireland. "Oh, [Name]! You're here!" Seamus exclaimed, hugging you. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Where's the so called 'gentleman'?" Wales motioned with his thumb towards the door, and you walked in.

England was crawled on his bed, looking like as if he had been crying. This wasn't the England you knew. Even though Wales adopted you, you had taken a liking to your 'Uncle.' You liked that he was kind to all ladies and respected them, and he also knew how to give the other countries a talking-to when necessary. He once even saved you from a pervy confrontation with France. "Arthur?" You asked, calling him by his human name. "It's just a hallucination.....just a hallucination...you're not here....you're not real...." So the situation was bad. He wasn't just depressed. He was uber depressed, and that was a no-no.

You walked over to England's bed and sat down. "Are you okay, Uncle England?" "They're all hallucinations...Flying Mint Bunny, Tinker Bell, everyone! You're not here...you're at home, in bed, whispering sweet nothings to that bloody frog!" You stroked his blonde locks. "They're not hallucinations, Uncle England. You're not crazy...." England looked at you with that piercing green gaze. You sighed and touched his forehead. "You're not sick...what's wrong?" "You won't listen, you're like them!" "Yes, I will listen. Now talk before I do the same thing that I threatened to do to Uncle Scotland." The blonde nation sat up straight. "When I talk to them...everyone else can't see them...they think I'm crazy, and maybe it's true. I'm practically going insane...." "Uncle England...." You stroked is face and he grabbed your hand. "It's just a hallucination, love. I'm going mad." You sighed. "There are so many other people who see these things, Uncle Arthur. I've met other people who've met Flying Mint Bunny and Captain Hook...." You lied through your teeth. You didn't meet anyone else who knew of these things other than your father and uncles. Bu you saw them. If only you could work around it without Uncle England knowing. You looked behind you to see Tinker Bell and Flying Mint Bunny with worried faces. You put your finger to your lips, telling them to saty silent.

"You're not alone, Uncle England." You said. England was still crying. "But no-one will believe me! America won't, France won't, even Canada won't! It's not fair!" He moaned. You stroked his hair again. "You're not the only one who sees them...." You said, smiling weakly. Your 'uncle' sat straight up. "Do you see them?!" Oh, crap. He was onto you, and you were tyring hard to avoid answering them. "Well, do you?!" The sad look in his eyes wasn't one to lie to. You had to tell the truth. ".....yes." The next thing you knew, you were being held closely by the Brit. "So it is true....I was wrong again...silly me...." You giggled. He was so cute when he wasn't screaming in other people's faces or strangling France. "Uncle England....." "Hm?" "I've seen everything.....everything....."

Later on that day, you didn't come out of the Englishman's bedroom. "How long has she been in there?" America asked. "About 3 hours...." Ireland sighed. "You think we should give backup?" Your brotherly figure asked. The freckled man nodded.

"[NAAAAAAAAAAAAME]!" Alfred yelled, but was cut off by the sound of two people having tea with magical creatures. "Would you like a scone, [Name], love?" "Yes, I would, Arthur." You said, eating the delightful (well, delightful in the Kirkland's eyes) treat. "Oh, I think Flying Mint Bunny wants one!" You said, pointing to the little green creature. "Well she'll have one then!" Arthur let the tiny animal bite into it and nibble. Ireland saw this as sweet while America looked at you two like 'WTFBBQOMGZZZZ'. Oh well, haters gonna hate.