Moments (Hetalia x Autistic!Male!Reader) *ADOPTED!*

Sharing

America really wished he informed the others on how bad (M/N) was with sharing, and now his carelessness was coming back to bite him in the ass.

Right now, (M/N) was sitting in a seat like a protective cocoon, shielding his doll from the curious Sealand, who had asked to try braiding the hair on the doll himself. To say that (M/N) was completely reluctant with this was a huge understatement. 

Even when he was young, (M/N) hated sharing, as whenever one of the children America had invited over would rearrange (M/N)'s stuff, to put it simply, the kid freaked. Out. That was enough to scare those children into not coming back, not that (M/N) had cared, because that meant that they would no longer mess up his stuff.

Now it was probably going to happen again.

"Please (M/N), I just want to try once, and then I'll hand it back," Sealand pleaded.

(M/N) glanced from Sealand to his doll and back again, not once moving from his protective position. Then he shook his head.

"Why not?!" Sealand whined, soon ripping the doll from (M/N)'s hands.

And that was when all hell broke loose.

(M/N) began to scream, pouncing on the stunned Sealand to grab his doll. As soon as he did, (M/N) ran to the farthest corner on the room and began to sob, clutching his doll close to his chest.

America gazed disapprovingly at the younger boy. "Why don't you and I have a talk young man?" the bigger nation asked with deathly calm. Sealand gulped, and nodded, hoping that by doing this, he wouldn't be in too big trouble.

Well, wasn't he in for a pleasant surprise. Note the sarcasm.

As soon as they left, Canada had come in to see the sobbing (M/N). Concerned, he walked over to the distraught boy, drawing the latter's attention as the older man kneeled next to him.

"What happened (M/N)?" Canada asked softly.

(M/N) turned his eyes to the door that America and Sealand came from, where the both of them could hear, "You little twat! Has no one ever told you to not pressure people when they're uncomfortable?!"

"I'm sorry Mr. America, I didn't know--!" Sealand cried, and even from there they continued to go at it, even when the others walked in, only to freeze in the doorway upon hearing America angrily scolding Sealand in another room.

Canada deadpanned and gazed at his foster nephew with sympathy. "You'd think people would learn, huh?"

To show his agreement, (M/N) let out a quiet "ah...".

For those with autism or on the autism spectrum, it's very common for people to be uncomfortable with (or just hate with a passion) sharing with other people. Now I'm not sure if this is the case for everyone, but for me it's kind of like an invasion of privacy and of my home. I still remember very clearly when I was still a child to hate it when people would mess up my stuff. I would go on a tantrum for hours on end, and wish that the person asked for my permission before proceeding.
Generally, in order to avoid these breakdowns, NT people have to ask for permission before proceeding, and maybe with the promise that they'll return everything to exactly (exactly!) how they found it. Even today I haven't gotten over this...