Title: As the World Turns
Characters: Sealand, America, that guy who looks like America, but isn't (Canada), mentions of Sweden, Finland, England, Germany, and : At a typical UN meeting in New York.
Pairings: None.
Warnings: Slight crack. America draws his usual conclusions. Whether or not you take him seriously, that's up to you. But to quote one of his Founding Fathers, "Men are reasoning rather than reasonable creatures." (Alexander Hamilton) America, I think, proves his point rather nicely.
Also, America does speak in his own dialect (as in, he uses vocabulary that I hear every day) and when Canada speaks he uses the British spelling of certain words.
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia.
Additional Note: For information on the Lusitania please visit wikipedia. For more information about Sealand, visit their official website . As for titles of nobility, they really are for sale on Sealand's website.
Sealand, the former British sea fort, stood sadly outside the room that held the United Nations meeting. As usual, jerk! England had objected to the micronation's presence, hence why he stood outside. He had pleaded with his big, blue eyes for Sweden to let him in anyway, but Sweden had merely shaken his head no.
Finland had been slightly more sympathetic, giving Sealand a quick hug, but he still hadn't let the boy in. "It'll just be really boring." He had assured before hurrying to his seat in between Sweden and Estonia as Germany cleared his throat.
"What are you so down about?"
Sealand almost jumped. He had thought that everyone was in the meeting, as Switzerland had slammed the doors shut, but America was apparently running late, as usual.
"What do you care?" Sealand grumbled, not caring who he was talking to. He plopped himself on a pink covered bench and began kicking his heels against the walls. If nothing else, the noise would bother jerk! England.
"You're that kid, Sealand, right?" America plunked himself beside him and Sealand's nose was hit with America's unique scent. Oil, musk, hamburger. There was a lingering smell of hotel soap and cologne, as if America had just come from a shower, but it seemed foreign to the superpower.
"Yeah, that's me." The boy sulked, realizing that he had been asked a question.
"I've got a bone to pick with you." America said in a serious tone.
Sealand looked up, his eyes wide. He didn't think he had done anything that would make America mad, but maybe he was angry on England's behalf. Sealand had had poured over war history and knew America could find any reason for going to war if he had a mind to (Prussia had told him all about Germany and the Lusitania) and maybe America had decided he was a pest that needed swatting.
"Stop stealing my citizens!" A punch landed on Sealand's tiny arm. Funny, he always thought America would be stronger than that. England certainly seemed to think so...
"What?"
"My citizens-stop stealing them!" America shot him a glare, but the corners of his mouth were twitching.
"I don't understand." Sealand told him pitifully. His first interaction with the world's superpower and he was so confused. It was an awful feeling.
"He's joking." A quiet voice told Sealand. "Not everyone gets your weird humour, America."
"Who're you?" Sealand asked. This guy was vaguely familiar and he looked a lot like America, if America had France's hair...
"Canada." The not-America sighed.
""Yo, bro! When did you get here?" America greeted enthusiastically.
"We took the same taxi." Canada protested.
"Anyway, Sealand, I was just kidding. I consider my citizens on loan to you, since, you know, we're practically brothers and all." America grinned.
"Umm...cool?" Sealand was still so confused. He knew from jerk! England's rants that America was weird, and this Canada guy said he was weird too, but he never expected this.
"A bunch of my citizens are buying your titles of nobility." America explained. "It's a great sneak attack really. You get larger and gain power and nobody notices. Well, I did, but don't worry, bro. I got your back."
America flashed Sealand a thumbs up and a grin.
"Ignore him. He's crazy." Canada sweatdropped. Ironically, he was the one Sealand ignored.
"Seriously dude, this guy may be little now, but he could be the future. Like little Ani Skywalker became Darth Vader." America protested. "Nations without borders, citizens all over the world."
"America, you're a nation of immigrants. If that happens then you're screwed." America only laughed, making Canada roll his eyes.
"That's why I'm getting in on this early." He stood, clapping Sealand on the back as he did. "You'll remember your friends, right?"
Sealand nodded dubiously.
"Great! I'll email you a copy of my notes from the meeting. I'd bring you in with me, as my side-kick or something, but England's already going to have his panties in a tizzy 'cause I'm late and all..." America scratched the back of his head.
"We wouldn't have been late if you hadn't insisted on going out of our way to stop at every McDonalds on the way here..." Canada muttered passive-aggressively.
"C'mon, dude! We don't have time to stand out here talking." America protested, grabbing Canada and throwing him over his shoulder before rushing into the conference room. He gave Sealand one last wave before he opened the door. "See ya, Sea-Master!"
It was a strange feeling, Sealand pondered, no longer frustrated with his situation, to be recognized (even unofficially) as a brother by one of the world's most powerful nations. Strange, but good...