Hi! This is my 3rd attempt at writing a fan fic! I know I'm not very good, but I sort of try. = 3 = I adore SealandxLatvia, so this is my first time writing a fic about them! Please give me ideas, feedback, and R&R! ^ - ^

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There's this other country that likes to follow me sometimes. I don't really mind it, but it'd be nice if he talked to me a little more. He usually just stands there and quivers. His name is Raivis, but everyone knows him as Latvia.

I don't really know how he became my friend, but I guess he was just one of the only people that recognized me as a country. Not even my own jerk-of-a-brother accepted me! I was just "old territory" to him, left behind after WWII. It's pretty sad, but I'm able to get through it! No one can stop Sealand!!

"See'lind," My papa, Sweden, said to me, placing a hand on my head. "Time 'fa dinna'." He readjusted his rectangular glasses with a palm and waited for my response. My papa has a pretty low voice, and looks kind of scary, but he's nice. I agreed, showing my excitement with a loud call. I loved Finland's cooking. Some called it bland, but I liked it. Technically, I had two dads, but only one of them really wanted to be called a parent. It's difficult… Finland didn't want to be called "Mama", either, so I just decided to call him Finland, and he agreed with that.

I scurried on over to the dinner table, sitting in my little chair. Our white, fluffy puppy, Hana-Tamago, was jumping and flailing barking and whimpering for any table scraps. "Calm down!" Finland smiled and laughed a bit, finding it difficult to scold our family pet. "I'll get your food in a minute, this is ours."

I knelt down a bit to pet Hana's fluffy white head. Hana finally calmed down, and sat near my feet, tail wagging frantically. Finland turned around with two plates of pickled herring with little potatoes on the side. Of course, there were other things he prepared that were also on the plate, but the main course was pickled herring. My old home is super close to my jerk-brother, England, so I'm very accustomed to eating English food. When Sweden adopted me, I hardly knew anything about different cultures of food at all! It's a good thing that there are some slight similarities between England's cooking, and Finland's cooking, although, Finland's cooking is far better than my jerk-brother's.

"Yay!" I cried, picking up my fork in my right hand to eat the potatoes with. Finland passed the other plate to my papa, who smiled gently. Papa took the plate from him and held his hand for a brief moment. Gah! My parents are so lovey-dovey; it makes things really awkward at times.

"I'll be right back," Finland said to my papa, holding up his finger. "I just have to go and feed Hana." He scurried out of the kitchen and into some other part of the house that they shared (and me too). It was quiet now as I stared at the food on my plate. I was glad that Finland didn't serve pea soup today. It reminded me of England's mushy peas, which I also didn't like. I guess I just don't like peas in soup at all. Maybe I just don't like peas. I don't really know why, though. I looked up when I felt Papa's eyes on me. He clasped his hands together and stared at me, his glasses reflecting a little glare from the sunlight on his right side. I blinked back at him. He looked like he had something to say to me, but I wasn't really sure if he did or not. Finland told me that Papa was usually very quiet. I knew he was my papa, but it still was a bit unnerving to just stare back at him. He wasn't even blinking. Where was Finland? What was taking him so long?

"I hurd ya met La'via ta'day." He said after sometime. Even when he was dead serious, to someone who wasn't used to his extreme accent, they might find themselves cracking up a bit. I remember how ridiculous it sounded when I first arrived at his house. At first, I didn't even know if he was speaking regular sentences.

I snapped back and nodded once, "Uh-huh, I did." I replied, "He tried to stab me with a flower…what a weirdo."

Papa raised a brow, but didn't say anything. Finally, Finland came back with a cheery smile on his face, like always. He was about to sit down at our table, when he shot up, "Oh! I nearly forgot my own plate." He laughed lightly, walking towards the sink to pick up his own plate of food and set it down on the table. I glanced down. Oh right. This is his favorite tablecloth! It was white with light blue embroidery and formed the same pattern of the national flag of Finland in the corners. Eep! I better not mess it up or Papa will scold me. I don't want that. He'll put me in a box!

Papa and Finland sat across from each other, and I sat at the end of the table. I almost felt a little smaller. But I'm so short already… We all ate dinner peacefully. Finland seemed to be in a very cheerful mood recently, I don't really know why, though. Maybe it was because it was snowing outside. He loved the snow. When I still lived at my old house, I never saw snow. Just the ocean. Now that I thought about it, it was a little odd for snow to show up so late in the first half of the year. Maybe that's why he was so happy. Finland tided up all of the plates, I helped put the silverware in the sink. Finland gave me a sweet bun for helping, and I ran off with it happily, looking for Hana-Tamago.

"Y—your name's Peter…right?" Latvia asked me, trying to make his weak voice a little louder.

I turned around to look at him. He wasn't shaking as much, but his hands were tightly closed. I nodded, "Yep, it is. Or you can just call me Sealand. It's okay. Everyone calls me that—even my parents." I smiled, he looked sort of scared. I wondered why.

"But…it's okay i—if I call you that, right?" He asked timidly, taking a step towards me.

"Yeah!" I smiled back at him, "Of course it is."

"Oh," He sighed a little sigh of relief. "Uhm," He started again, averting his eyes from mine. "Sorry about the flower thing from a few days ago. I didn't mean to."

"It's okay!" I smiled, "It was kind of ridiculous, actually." I let out a giggle.

"R—really?" Latvia replied in question, letting out a small laugh of his own.

Despite his smile and his laugh, he still looked worried. His upturned eyebrows and hesitant behavior told me so. "Latvia…" I paused, tiling my head to try to get a better look at his facial expression. "Is anything wrong?"

For a moment, he looked surprised. He then relaxed slightly. I was over at his house, just because he had invited me. Finland encouraged me to be friends with other nations, and having personally known Latvia, he urged me to be friends with another nation. It seemed that Latvia would return my friendship. He paused for a moment, looking as though he had something very important to say, but didn't know how to go about saying it. "I think…" He started, "I think Russia is trying to get me back."

Hmm…Russia…Russia…I had only been introduced to a world meeting only a few days ago. No one really noticed me, so I really know anyone else either, except for my jerk-brother England, and my parents, Sweden and Finland. "Who's Russia?" I asked, feeling pretty stupid for not knowing. OH RIGHT. I yelled at myself. "He's the really big guy with the scarf, right!?" I asked, probably shouting at Latvia louder than I should have. I wasn't thinking.

Latvia nodded timidly, "Yes…that's him. With most of the surrounding countries, Russia has taken over them countless times…and the countries usually break free and have their independence…but we're so small that we usually end up becoming Russia's property again." He looked dismal, shrinking in his seat. "I don't want to be a part of Russia anymore…I want to remain an independent country."

"I'll fight with you!" I shouted with joy, "My house is filled with weapons." Latvia looked a little shocked. "Back when there was a war, that's all I was good for, just keeping weapons." I smiled. "Plus!" I added, making a fist in the air, "I've got a rocket punch!"

Latvia smiled faintly at me, stifling a quiet sigh. "We're friends now…right?" He asked me calmly.

I nodded vigorously, "Sure. Finland wants me to make lots of friends, so you can be my first friend!"

Latvia looked surprised, "Y—you mean…you haven't made any other friends besides me?" He pointed to himself in disbelief.

"Ehe, not really…" I muttered, trying to hide my embarrassment. Latvia had friends like Estonia and Lithuania, and my Papa. Of course, I knew countries, like my jerk-brother, but I didn't consider him a friend. He didn't even consider me to be a country! How could I treat him like a friend if he just thought of me as an old war fort?

Latvia smiled genuinely, "I'm glad I get to be your first friend. I guess you were just so far away from everyone…"

"But I'll make sure everyone knows my name now!" I smirked confidently, "I'm Sealand!

Latvia's smile was soft. He didn't look like such a nervous wreck now. I liked him better this way. "I hope we can be really good friends." He said calmly, violet eyes almost glowing.

"Me too!" I chirped.