"Sealand!" The angry shout rang through the meeting hall as the now very pissed English man, realized that he was now glued to his chair.
"Why do you think it was me? It could have been America for all you know." Sealand said smirking down at his plain brown loafers.
"Like hell it was America! Get over here, you little idiot! Why you little… goddamit! Sealand!" England screamed as he tried and failed horribly to escape his chair. Arthur struggled and managed to tip the chair so he fell squarely onto his face. This act, Sealand found extremely funny. Peter lost his balance and fell onto his knees and his light blue sailor hat fell from his head as he tried to control his laughter.
"Hey Iggy, what happened to you? Oh, Peter I can assume that you caused that?" America smiled mischievously. Sealand giggled.
"Maybe." Sealand said slyly and winked at Alfred. America laughed and gave the kid a high five. "Nice."
"It's actually quite far from that, you American twit!" England still struggled to get up and fell again, which caused America and Sealand to break out in another laughing fit.
"America, pick him up. We need to start the meeting, also has anyone seen Feliciano and Lovino?" Germany asked looking around for his Italian best friend and his brother.
"Sorry Deutschu, we had to pick up Grandpa Rome." Italy said waving in the direction of a man who looks to be a thirty year old cousin of the brothers. Peter was amazed that man was their grandfather. He looked so young. Rome scanned the room that was filled with the personifications of all the countries and when he saw Sealand, his eyes widen in shock.
"Lantis, we thought you died! I and Greece looked for you for year. Actually that was when I was still called Troy. Good times, heh. Looks like we were wrong! So, how are ya, Lantie?" Rome playfully asks Sealand as he pulls the small boy into a friendly headlock.
"But, I don't know what you are talking about! I've never met you, Mr. Rome, sir!" Sealand squeaked as he struggle to free himself from this strange man's grip; very similar to Arthur's battle with his chair.
"What do you mean, Lantie? It's me, Troy. Well, I go by Rome now, but that's not the point! Don't you remember me?" At this point, Rome has released Sealand from the headlock and both parties in this conversation are thoroughly confused.
"Sir, I am the great country of Sealand. I'm not this Lantie person." Sealand explained carefully so the once super power understands.
"Lantie isn't your human name, silly Lantie." He didn't understand. "That's the shorten name of your country, Atlantis!" Rome explained to Sealand as if it was common knowledge.
"I'm Sealand, not Atlantis! You must be mistaken, s-sir!" Peter was a little bit frightened about how adamant Rome was about knowing him.
"Then, explain this picture if you're not Atlantis. Wait, where'd I put it? Ah, here it is! Here!" Rome exclaimed as he pulled a worn, old photo from his toga. There was a boy in a dark red tunic who was obviously Rome when he looked to be twelve years old and considering how young he looks now, who know how old was then. He had his arm around a boy in a light blue tunic with thick eyebrows and eyes the color of the sea. There was no mistaking it.
"No way." Peter whispers as he stares at the picture in disbelief. The boy in the picture with Rome is him, Peter, Sealand.