Hey everybody! This is my first Hetalia FanFic so please review, and tell me what you think about it! Also I don't mean any offense to Kosovo, Forvik , Elleore, or Austenasia. Please review!
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia...
The Sealand Chronicles
Entry #1
"Can you please pass the salt Mother?" Sealand asked while making a fruitless attempt to grab the salt on the other side of the table.
"Sure, honey." Sealand's mother responded, while passing him the salt. "America! England" she then screamed at her two older sons.
"What?" They groaned while jerking their heads up from their phones to look at their infuriated mother.
"What?!" She nearly screamed at them. "I'll tell you what. We are supposed to be having a nice family dinner and you guys are on your phones. Why can't you be more like Sealand and stop talking to your friends for one moment?"
"Mom, the reason Sealand isn't texting anyone is because he has no friends," America stated bluntly.
"What? That's not true. Why, just yesterday I went to the movies with Kosovo!" Sealand stated matter-of-factly.
"See Mom! He's so lonely he starting to create imaginary countries!"
"What! No! How do you not know about him? He lives right next door to-"
"Shhhhh, shhhh, shhhh," America whispered while putting a finger over Sealand's lips. "The more you talk the sadder it gets."
"Get your hands off of me America!" Sealand spat at while swatting America's hands away from his face.
"Look, I have plenty friends. Just because you haven't met them doesn't mean they don't exist."
"Really?" America said incredulously while resting his chin on his hand as if to say 'go on'. "Then name some for me. Oh, and I mean real countries this time, not like Kosovo."
"Kosovo is a real country you twit," England added not looking up from his phone.
"What? And you didn't men-" America started, but then shrugged. "You know what? It doesn't matter. I bet even his standards are too high to hang out with Sealand."
"Kosovo? Have standards? Yeah right. Standards cost money." England chuckled.
"Anyway, before I was so rudely interrupted" America continued, while glaring at England. "Would you mind naming some of the countries that you are 'acquainted' with, Sealand?"
"Glady," Sealand began. "I'm friends with Forvik, Elleore, Austenasia, Hay-"
"Woah," America interrupted putting his hands up as if to say "stop". "For-vik? Elleore? AUSTENASIA?" He asked, pronouncing each syllable to stress his sarcasm."Could those countries sound any more fake?"
"Why, yes America. It is perfectly plausible for those name to sound more fake." England commented."For instance, he could have said Peteoria, American Dad Land, or Sealand."
England chuckled to himself. "Sealand,"
"Whatever England. My point is that Sealand has no friends , well none other than the ones he makes up in his head, and I'm pretty sure even they don't even like him. Sealand is and always will be forever alone." And with that America slumped back in his chair and continued texting on his phone.
"That's not true," their mother interjected. "I will always be your friend Sealand," she claimed proudly, smiling at her son.
"Oh my God," Sealand uttered unbelievingly while dropping his fork on his plate. Suddenly America was halfway bent over the table with his hand on his ear pointed towards his mother.
"I'm sorry, come again? " America questioned slyly holding out his ear.
"I said that it's okay if Sealand never has any friends. I'll be his best friend." she added.
"Mom, please! Please stop talking!" Sealand begged.
"Oh ho. This is too good," America said while leaning back into his chair. "This is totally going up on Facebook. England, you gonna-"
"Already on it. Hashtag, you'll always have mommy on Twitter. It's already trending," he smiled.
"So what?" questioned their mother. "I want the whole world to know I'm here for my baby," she asserted, grabbing her youngest son's hand. Sealand kept sliding lower in his seat.
"Yea, excuse me while I go die," Sealand said as he disappeared under the table.
"That's fine with me. It's not like anyone is gonna miss you anyway," America stated.
"No, I'll miss him," their mother argued. " Sealand is my best friend."
"FOR THE LOVE OF GOD MOM PLEASE STOP!" Sealand cried from under the table. " Can't you let me die in peace?!"
"Get real mom, if Sealand were to die, how long would you miss him anyway?" America inquired.
Their mother seem to pause for a moment when she heard America's question. " I...um.. I would miss Sealand for...You know what? I don't feel obliged to answer that question. Go up to your rooms, family dinner time is over," She finished while pointing towards to the stairs.
"And this is why we don't talk to each other at dinner," England muttered under his breath while he headed up the stairs.
"Why? What did I say?" asked America as he followed his brother up to their rooms.
If you have any suggestions for this story, then please feel free to contact me by review or p.m.! Based upon a true story.
