"Iggy! I'm busy myself!" Alfred whines as he sips from his Coca-Cola bottle. His bomber jacket was covering his shoulders as he spins in his office chair in his small apartment in New York City. "I have so much work and elections coming up, plus I was so hoping to visit Tony about my new plans on the super-robot!"

"Bloody git," Arthur rubs the bridge of his nose as Peter snoops in the guest room for toys. Paulette was fuming in a corner as the four micronations were fighting over who is going to play on the Xbox One. "All of the other nations are busier than you right now, and I don't have time for their stupid meeting."

"Hey! Our meetings are not stupid, you bloody jerk!" Peter tosses a book at Arthur's head.

"Good luck!" Arthur hisses as he storms out and slams the door.

"Well, just my luck..." Alfred sighs before turning to the micronations in his apartment.

"Now will you recognize me?" Peter grins up at Alfred.

"No, I will not," Alfred glance at all of them. "I have three rules, don't complain!"

They all freeze when they notice Alfred's glare. They stare at him scared.

"One, I am going into my room and locking the door, do not bother me. Two, do not, I repeat, do not answer my phone or door."

"Three?" Erland asks as he types on his computer.

"Clean up after yourself," Alfred states as he closes his bedroom door.

"This isn't fair, the meeting was supposed to be near London," Paulette whines as she pulls out a drawing pad.

"Don't worry! We can found some games America has hidden in here somewhere," Peter puffs his chest up. "I wonder why Morro wasn't able to come to this meeting."

"Look, I found Risk," Leoploid pulls out the boardgame. "This is not art as I hope."

"But it's going to be a fun game for all us," Peter laughs as he begins to open the box.

~~~~~~~~~~Couple hours later~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Done," Alfred rubs the bridge of his nose as his glasses fall to his lap. Pausing to feel the vibrations of his cell phone, his eyes widen. "Yes?"

Alfred sighs as he opens the curtains to peek outside. It was storming outside bad.

"I can use the Seal."

He flinches as he remembers something.

"Crap...no it wasn't you...I have a small problem...I might bring some guest...yes, I know...Just prepare some rooms."

Alfred quickly hangs up as he notices the text from some of the nations. It looks like he was stuck with the micronations till the storm stop. Which could be in a day or so?

Quickly exiting his room, he notices all of the children, in his eyes, were passed out in the living room with Risk scattered over the room. Coughing, Alfred watches all of them jump to watch him.

"Did you guys bring extra items with you? You have to spend the night with me, because of the darn storm." Alfred watches as all of them shook their head. "Great...just great. Clean up this mess and I'll be right back."

He walks calmly into the last guestroom which was just a library of books. Searching the shelves he groans as he finally finds the book he wanted. Walking back into the living room, he opens the book and starts to draw a big circle around him. Once complete, he stares at the micronations.

"Do not ask questions and come here. I need you to hold onto me till you feel stable. Alright?"

"Why?" Romeo ask. Seeing Alfred's expression he shudders and shuts up.

"Everyone holding on?" Alfred waits till he saw everyone nod before muttering the spell. A Seal of the United States appears underneath their feet.

Everything around them seems to melt and disappear. All of the micronations shudder as the light begins to shine as they notice they were in a different room. There were shelves covered in cobwebs and rats were ran across their feet.

"Where are we?" Peter glance around as Alfred collapse to his butt as he breathes heavily.

"I would have to say, brother, that is the most people you have brought him before." An alto voice calls out as brighter lights were turn on to show a boy leaning against the doorway with a flickertail chirping in his ear. His red flannel shirt unbuttoned to show off a blue tank top over blue faded jeans. His hair was silver-blonde that cover his cold blue eyes. "Micronations, I welcome you to the Jones Estate. I am Charlie, the representative of North Dakota. I hope you survive your stay!"

Pauletta- Wy

Romeo- Seborage

Leoploid- Kugelwugel

Erland- Ladonia

I have no idea where this came from, but I hope you enjoy it. What will the micronations do now they met North Dakota, are there others like him?