Herro there~ = 7 = Don't worry, there'll be a point where I'll finish a lot of fics, but for the moment, I have too many ideas. OTL Please forgive me. The League of Small Nations really does exist, but out of the micronations I'm featuring, only Molossia is in it. Thanks for reading, and please give me feedback on these characters!! If you want to see their designs, please look at my deviantart. ( I'm ToXiC-ToOtHpAsTe )

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Sealand grinned victoriously to himself, wielding around a thin stack of white paper filled with ink and pencil scrawling as he marched around the room in the World House building. The room was vacant, save for the boy, and seeing as he had free reign, he chose to defiantly sit on the surface of the reflective mahogany table. He brought the thin stack of papers closer to his face as he kicked his legs two and fro, scanning the different handwritings and taking in the information he had asked. Seeing as this thing was his idea, he could go about it in any way he wanted to. So, Peter had made a template form for any micronation that wanted to join his glorious League of Small Nations for them all to group together and demand recognition from the bigger countries!

Peter's sky blue eyes glided quickly from left to right as he read human names, names of countries, their relatives and ages, and whatever other information he requested. After reading a few, he leafed through the remaining stack to see how many micronations decided they wanted to be acknowledged. His smiled drooped as he realized that the rest were blank—only six forms had been filled out. He grumbled a bit to himself, and jumped off of the table, almost hurting his left foot, which he shook once before looking around for a clock. They should be showing up… He thought to himself. Those six other countries! Where are they!? The young boy grew rather impatient, but it was understandable for a boy of twelve.

About ten minutes of waiting (and switching chairs every so often) several countries showed up into the room that Peter had reserved for his own purpose and after doing a quick mental head count, they added up to six. So they were the six! Peter jumped up reflexively, puffing out his chest and grinned widely, "My name is Peter Kirkland, but you all can call me The Principality of Sealand!"

One of the tallest of the six newcomers had wild brown hair and thick brows that resembled Peter's. "You mean…you're leader?" He smirked, choking back laughter. "You're so tiny!"

"So!" Peter defensively retorted, "I am the leader because this was my idea, and this room is reserved in my name, so I expect all of you to listen to me!" He folded his arms and scanned the group. There was that other guy with the cursed brows, the tallest was a man with glasses who resembled Peter's adoptive father, a girl with white-blonde hair and a small flyaway hair that curled oddly and came to resemble the number 5, a very small boy who resembled Italy in his childhood, a stoic blond, and another blond with wavier hair and a defiant expression. "Introduce yourselves," Peter instructed with a friendlier tone. "We have to work together if we want people to acknowledge us!"

"Well, then," The man with the large eyebrows spoke up, "I'll go first." He had a very charismatic tone and a wonderful smile, though Peter just thought he was showing off. "I am Isaac Beckett, but you lot can call me The Empire of Atlantium. I am now second-in-command for the League of Small Nations and I am the only one of you lot that is actually a country. Unlike you micronations, I am officially a sovereign state. I'm young and show a lot of promise, you know. I used to be a part of Australia, but I am no longer!"

Peter felt a small rivalry welling up inside of him against this Atlantium guy, but said nothing, and turned to the next micronation that introduced himself.

The stoic blond with great posture and poise started talking. Peter couldn't help but notice the similar appearance he had with America, but personality-wise they were nothing alike. "My name is Albert Walker," The blond informed the crowd, "But I am referred to as The Republic of Molossia. I am a micronation located in America and am divided as a portion in Nevada and another section in California, though I mainly reside in Nevada. I have tried many times to get America to recognize me as a country, but he usually scoffs and forgets—his memory is rather poor. I hope it will be a pleasure working with you all."

Molossia seemed to be a bit intimidating, and somewhat like a docile Alfred (if that was even possible), but quite an individual on his own. Peter's eyes scrolled over to the slim, yet tall girl who looked very Scandinavian. She had just cleared her throat ever so slightly in order to pull the speaking spotlight in her direction. "Hello, Sealand!" She greeted him enthusiastically, "I'm Elleore, but my other name is Eli Bruhn." She winked cheerfully and spoke in a very positive tone, "I beat Atlantium over there with the first currency for a micronation, and I'm famous for the 1907 movie where they really shot lions!" She laughed a bit in the awkward silence, but resumed her speech. "Denmark's my bro and I like birds!"

Peter thought this Eli girl seemed to be a bit ditzy, but at least she was friendly. And she seemed to have an upper hand against Atlantium.

"My name's Jacques Bonnefoy, and though I'm called the Republic of Saugeais, call me 'Sausage' and I'll kick you down a mountain!" He was shorter than Atlantium, Molossia, the man who resembled Sweden and even Elleore, but Jacques's spitfire attitude made up for it. He fluffed up his hair rather arrogantly and pushed back his beige scarf before he continued speaking, "France is my brother, but he's a bastard. I'm closer to Switzerland, actually."

Peter was a bit taken aback by Saugeais's very verbal introduction, but noticed the very small nation that was near him, who looked ready to say something, but a little shy to. Jacques nudged him and muttered, "It's okay to talk now, Sebbie."

The small boy wiped away the small accumulation of teardrops that welled up and he sniffled a little. "I'm…Sebastian Vargas…I'm Seborga," He introduced. "Really…I should be a part of Italy…but they keep forgetting to include me." He wasn't sobbing, nor was there any indication of crying in his voice, but his eyes kept watering. He had a long curling hair similar to Feliciano's, but Sebastian's was on the other side. His hair was also rather light brownish, almost an odd beige. "Me 'n Jacques are friends." He smiled with a tiny laugh.

And before Peter had much time to think, the last nation spoke up. It was the one who looked rather similar to his adoptive father, Sweden. "Then I'm last," He said in a low voice, though didn't seem to have the same accent as Berwald. "I'm Fredrik Berglund. Ladonia. I like sculpting things. Especially with sticks." He paused, sounding as though he was finished, but then muttered something, and looked a little flustered. "Used to be a part of Sweden." He finished with a nod.

"So does that mean you're like my uncle or something?" Sealand questioned the tallest micronation.

The tall nation fidgeted slightly and muttered something, which after clearing his throat sounded like, "I dunno."

"Well, anyway!" Peter announced, using his very loud voice he was gifted with. "Now that we're all introduced…uh…" Peter paused. He hadn't really thought this thing through. He knew they all had to introduce themselves…but then what?

Saugeais folded his arms and scowled, "I thought you would have had this thing already planned? Aren't you the leader?"

"I am!" Sealand squawked. "But just give me a sec here…"

"Let's go greet other nations!" Elleore suggested with her finger in the air. The bracelet on one of her wrists jingled a little and the cross pedant gleamed lightly. This caught everyone's attention, and all eyes were on the only girl in the room. "If we're in a group, there's no way someone could ignore us."

"Oh yeah," Sealand muttered, remembering the time where he tried to greet several nations one morning, only to realize that no one had heard him. Or at least they pretended not to. Elleore did have a point. "Right! Why don't we go do that? Our 'parents' or 'siblings' or whatever all may be jerks, but if we're all together then maybe we can make them realize that we're all real countries!"

Jacques nodded and said, "Fine, whatever. As long as we're not cooped up in this room all the time."

"Agreed," Atlantium added, "I'm pretty good at greeting, so maybe you should just leave th— Hey! Ladonia!!" Ladonia cut Isaac off from his suggestion as he started to push him out of the door and looked back at everyone as Atlantium yelled and fidgeted.

"Don't just stand there!~" Elleore smiled, tugging on Sealand's arm, "Let's go greet people."

The group had slowly migrated out of the room that Sealand had reserved for The League of Small Nations and into a large hallway. Sealand sort of knew his way around the place, but Atlantium was leading the pack for now. "I know where everyone is!" He grinned, tightening his orange tie and fixed his black suit to look more formal than he already did, and quickly adjusted his red glasses. He had posed for a moment to the group, almost as though he was waiting for a snapshot to be taken of him, but no such luck.

"Keep going!" Jacques had squawked and stopped his big hiking boot against the floor.

They had come to a larger room, though there only seemed to be a few more people. So much for Atlantium's cunning plan. Seborga squeaked and spoke up, flailing his arms that were enveloped by his over-sized shirt. "Hey! Who's that blond guy over there in that red hoodie? Let's say hi to him."

"Hmmm," Sealand grumbled, "I know that guy…but I forget who he is."

"Canada," Molossia said in his formal, yet polite tone. "That is Canada. America's brother…I have a better memory than Alfred, I'll have you know."

"So thoughtful~" Elleore chirped and Ladonia nodded.

Atlantium whipped out his signature grin and Saugeais pushed him aside, "You're too much for him. I'll go. I know that Canada can speak some French."

"Me too!" Seborga chirped and toddled off after Saugeais.

The rest of the group watched intently as the very tiny Seborga and the stubborn Saugeais walked up to the Canadian who was reading a book. Jacques stood in front of Matthew with a hand on one of his hips, waiting for Matthew to notice him. Seborga rested his nose on the table. Jacques cleared his throat, and the dazed Canadian blinked his eyes a few times before looking over at Saugeais. "Uh…" He paused, unsure of how to react by this confrontation.

"Hello," Saugeais said in a short tone.

"Hi," Seborga smiled and waved a sleeve-enveloped hand.

"Uhm…what?" Canada sputtered, setting his book down. A sleepy-looking polar bear appeared that didn't really seem to be there before.

"Hey…you…" The bear said in a whisper, most likely referring to Canada. "Who're these guys…?"

"I…I don't know." Matthew blinked.

"We're countries." Saugeais informed him. "I am no longer a part of France, and Seborga here is no longer a part of Italy."

"I haven't been a part of Italy since 955 AD…" Sebastian said in a sort of defeated tone though kept a smile.

"Coun…tries?" Canada echoed, sounding very confused.

"Yes, countries!" Jacques voiced back. "You're Canada, right?"

Matthew nodded.

"Then acknowledge us as countries! We remembered your name, so you remember us."

"But…" The Canadian protested weakly. "You never told me your name…"

"Saugeais!" The former French nation smiled.

"That sounds…French…"

"I was once a part of France, but I don't like him." Saugeais added.

"I'm…I'm Seborga!" Sebastian smiled, and waved his arms around to be noticed.

"Well," Jacques started, "we're off to greet other nations, but remember our names! We're from the League of Small Nations, so don't forget that either!" And the boy in the scarf and the very small Italy brother rejoined their group.

"I think it will be rather difficult remembering their names…" Canada muttered.

Still sleepy Kumajiro replied with, "Who?"

"So how'd it go?" Atlantium asked. "Didn't look like a whole lot was said…"

"It was fine," Jacques quickly replied, "At least we actually talked, so even if he can't remember our names he'll at least remember our faces."

"Let's go talk to more people!" Sealand smiled which was responded to by a vigorous nod from Elleore.

For a good long time, the seven nations just went around and talked to some of the countries, or at least tried to. Romano evaded the weeping Seborga like the same polarities of a magnet. Jacques sprinted away from France when Sealand mentioned he spotted him and Elleore ran into Norway, who had no idea who she was, and said nothing to her. Atlantium wasn't sent up to anyone in particular which is why he deemed most of the greetings to be 'failed'. "You're not going about it in the right way," He'd add.

Eventually, the day progressed and the micronations returned home. Sealand took the key and locked the door to his special room which would be the meeting room for the seven micronations. The key was large and gold with a small 2-d picture of the earth in green and blue. Peter held it tightly and raced home.

"I met your brother today!" Peter remarked to his father at the dinner table.

"Br'ther?" Sweden questioned, sounding a bit confused. He paused, his fork clinking against the plate. Finland glanced from Peter to Berwald, and raised a thin brow.

Peter nodded vigorously, "Yeah! I think his name was…it was…Ladonia!"

Both Berwald and Tino seemed to pause, searching their brains for any inkling of Sweden's 'brother'. After a moment, Berwald nodded and replied, "Nn, him?"

"How did you meet him, Peter?" Tino asked, glancing again from his 'husband' to his adopted son.

"I set up a league! A league for micronations! So everyone can realize that we're really countries. And Ladonia showed up."

"Nn," Berwald responded, taking another bite of his meal.

"And a whole bunch of other cool nations showed up too, but I don't really like that Atlantium guy…"

"Atlantium?" Tino gawked, "I've never heard of a country called Atlantium. Are you sure you weren't thinking of Atlantis…?"

"Nope! He's got big brows like me. He's kind of a jerk, but whatever…" Peter picked at his food with a fork as he continued talking. "But I'm happy I decided to make that league. We'll all finally be acknowledged!"

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Derp. Yeah, sorry about that SuFin household scene. = 7 = I just love them too much. It's like the cutest family evar! Okay well, please give me feedback, ideas and which country you'd like the micronations to interact with next! ;] I chose Canada as a first because it would be hilarious for unknown countries to know of him. = 7 = Go Molossia!