A/N: Contain bad health and body deterioration. Character death? You'll see.
I don't really now if Sealand can get rusty in reality, but here he will.
At first, it was just a strange little dark brownish splosh on his left knee.
Sealand didn't know where it did come from nor when he got that.
When he touched it, it was painful like a bruise and felt like...rust?
He tried to ask England. But as usual he would shove him away saying he must have uncarefully bruised himself and it would go away with the time.
But it didn't.
A few weeks later, the splosh had almost taken over his knee as it was also appearing on his right elbow.
God, it was so painful!
He couldn't bent his knee without feeling an horrid pain as well as a squinky sound.
Something was happening to him, but of course no one cared.
So he just remained silent, feeling his body deteriorate with the passing days.
As an other set of weeks went by, the rust would still devor him, soon accompanied by a dark goo, like decomposed seaweed and like shells.
He also started to cought, his lungs and throat feeling sore and raspy.
He tried again and again to ask for help.
But he was just the annoying little micronation who wanted to get attention and to be recognized at a nation.
No one listened.
One day, there was a World meeting at England place and the weather was pretty bad.
The nations would argue between each other again when-
BOOM
The door exploded after being shot down with a heavy gun.
Sealand was here, in a kneeling shooting pose as he held his arm like a bazooka.
No...
The stump of his arm who had exploded with the shoot.
"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL SEALAND?!" England stood up very angry.
But Sealand didn't budge.
Because he couldn't.
His rusty knees were blocked and slowy crumbling.
"Something is not right..." Latvia spoke up
The micronation's sailor outfit was stained with blood, rust and seaweed goo.
His body...was just a ruin.
A violent coughing fit took over Sealand causing him to spit blood and moan in pain.
His time had come.
Using his last remaing strength, he forced his head up and glared at the nations.
The nations where utterely shocked at the seen of his rusty and cracked up face.
His left eye was the only part still alive.
Lifting his remaining arm with a disgusting squinting and crack, he pointed his finger at the nations, in particular England.
"I curse you!" He raspily spat.
With that his body crubled up.
At the same time at the deteriorated sea-fort destroyed by the enraged storm.
Sealand was gone.
Leaving on the nations a stain of rust on their body and would grow and get painful like he did, every birthday of his death
For England...
Sealand had rusted his heart and got his flag engraved into his arm.
Everything because of a little dark brownish splosh of rust on Sealand's left knee
Hi PW hereI'm very sorry for this sad fic and for Sealand
I really like him and that's also why i wrote it.
If there's no one for maintaining you in a good state, this will happen.
Like a cancer. It's innoffensive at first but let it grow and it will kill you.
The fic is mine
The characters are Hetalia's
PW out ~