Welcome to the world Icaria!
The Nation's History
Icaria, Icarus in classical antiquity, is a member of the Anatolian Sporades, and is part of the same mountain range which connected Samos to Asia Minor. Icaria has nearly an unbroken coastline, and is without adequate ports. The sea around Icaria, the Icarian Pelagos, was known to Homer (Iliad 2. 145) as one of the most turbulent areas of the Aegean. The Icarian Sea is especially tempestuous in July and August during the meltimi season because the island, situated without a protective barrier to the north, has no buffer from these northeasterly gales known as Etesian in antiquity.
There are some neolithic remains on Icaria, that are presently being excavated by a native, Themistocles Katsaros. Another native, the eminent anthropologist Ares Poulianos, has found a number of neolithic artifacts. Until their work is published we can say little about the neolithic period in Icaria except that the island was inhabited in the seventh millennium B.C. The Greeks called these early inhabitants of the Aegean Pelasgians, and they probably controlled Icaria until the second millennium B.C. when the Carians, another indigenous Aegean people, got a foothold in Icaria. These terms, Pelasgians and Carians, are very vague and it is perhaps best to simply think of the early settlers of Icaria as pre-Greek.
The Birth Process
The French and Spanish war. The fighting had created a strange uprising in the climates gaps. A trigger brought the tempestuous waters of the sea to create a place made of smashed sand, sharp rocks, and shiny glimmers of coral around the edges. Then, unknown to the world, a body was forming in the grasp of the Black Sea. Only a mere light was seen and floats in the circle of coral. This was the body. 1600's.
The Franco-German war had began. The French and Prussians swords clashed one another. The two fighting countries stabbed, shot, and dodged each other on the battlefield. The soul and memories of the sea was awakening within a small child's body. The soul full of innocence and loneliness was connecting it's self to the body and mind. A tiny newborn girl opens her eyes. Unknown to her, her name was Icaria. She was the micronation born from the fighting of the Bad Touch Trio, and representation of the tempestuous coastline Icarus. 1800's.
Chapter 1 Pirates of a Captain
She woke up to the furious sounds of the water crashing beneath her body. "What is this? Why am I here? Who am I?" She ponders. She collapses to the sand because it's her only source of warmth and comfort. After a few hours, she stands up and brushes the sand from her clothes. She understands their is nothing useful to bring, so she takes her leave from the protection of the stony walls. She saw nothing around herself expect the ocean and trees. "Why am I feeling such a pain in my chest?" She wonders. She turns and notices a group of mysterious men. Their wearing clothes not native to this land. She then gazes at the weird object each one of them is holding. She doesn't know how dangerous it is. She quickly hides behind the huge stone rock shielding her home from sight. Something in her chest makes her breath ache in panic. Taking to stay hidden behind the rock, she watches as they settle for the night on the beach. All kinds of things she's never seen are placed on the soft sand. A man appears suddenly with the reddest eyes she had ever seen. She gazes at the yellow bird on top of his head. She assumes that he is the leader of the group. She hears him commanding them, ordering them to collect certain things. She hears the group set up a thing called a tent? Taking a quick peak, she stares at them setting it up side by side. "Whatever that is, it looked comfortable to sleep in." She said. She decided it was probably best to leave now because the group was starting to wonder around farther and farther away. "I don't want trouble right now and getting caught is scary to think about." She thought. She flees quickly and heads for the mountain slide.
Memories started filling her head. "Is my past coming back to me?" She thinks. She shakes the idea out of her thoughts and climbs the mountain above the stone hut.
She should have stayed where she was. Above the mountain, she saw another group of people, and unfortunately, they had guns too. Taking shelter by the few bushes she sees, she saw another man with an alluring long blue cloak and sun kissed hair. "Like that other weird man, this one does the same thing to those people around him." She thought. A curious idea crossed her mind. They were taking a break from venturing and one of the crew was napping near the bushes she was hiding in. She reaches quickly and without the slightest noise, she slowly unlocks the man's pistol from his holster. "I wonder what it is?" She thought. "Isn't it dangerous to sleep near bushes in a new place you haven't explored before?" One of the crew asked. She saw him nudge the sleeping guy awake and they both leave. She accidentally opens the clip and sees it full of tiny metal pieces. "What is this?" She thought. She turns the safety off without knowing. She puts it away and leaves to prevent being seen. Following a creek, she heads for another beach on another coastline.
She keeps following the water flowing downhill. "Is that another group?" She thought. Climbing the tree as far as she could in her tiny body, she goes to a branch and gently sits down upon it. She glances at another group of men who were scattering around the forest. She peaks at the man with brown hair and the skin of a setting sun. He commands his men to search for food and supplies. Keeping a high enough distance in the tree from being seen, she carefully jump down and goes in the direction opposite of them. She runs towards another beach full of wonders. She saw a bunch of strange things occupying the sand shore in front of her feet. Her curiosity was enlightened when this soft looking hat caught her gaze. The hat was leaning over the edge of a table top, a white feather on the side blew in the breeze. Before approaching it, she looks around to ensure no one is in sight. She takes it quick and runs back to the stone hut. On her way to her safe haven, she sees the blonde man wearing the same thing she had on her head. She wanted to know what it was, but didn't want to get caught. As quiet as she could, she throws a rock knocking it off his head. He gasped in this weird tongue that she didn't understand. She was happy afterwards because it was called a pirate hat. She saw one of the crew pick it up and dust it off. She saw and heard the owner saying his thanks. The crew member happily gave it back to the commander. She snickered to herself than an idea came to her thoughts. "I want to be a pirate!" She cheered.
Spain had never been so angry in all of my life! His men keep leading him into circles! They kept bickering at each other about which direction they should go. Spain wiped the sweat off his forehead. "This heat is insufferable!"Spain thought. "¡Al carajo con este calor!" muttering to himself. Spain had left Roman at home all alone, making the Spaniard fell like total shit already. He didn't want to leave his little tomato by himself but he couldn't bring a child nation to a battlefield when he was still so young. This attack was supposed to be a secret one to stop the two from fighting each other. The Bad Touch Trio was useless if all of them were constantly bellowing at each other, always nonstop bickering anytime they were around each other. "Romano is already a nerve racking little boy! His shenanigans he pulls off every day are a surprise to me! I mean who arms a huge bin of rotten tomatoes to fall on the Netherlands!?" Spain growled irate. He still hasn't heard the end of it! Spain had finally taken enough stress for the day. He calls off his men. There is no point in searching for his friends anyway since the sun was setting. Heading back to his tent and pouring a generous amount of water for himself, he sat down in the soft sand. He was just so irate at everything! After finishing his water, he took a glance at his table and noticed his hat was gone! His pirate hat with the feather his little Romano had gave him was gone! "¡La Mierda!" Spain fumed angrily.
"Ow! La baise était que!?" France grimaced. He fumed as irate thoughts filled his head. He had all the nasty comments in his head he wanted to shout at that albino bastard. "It's all his fault I'm in this damn jungle! First the mosquitoes, then the fact that I had to sail all the way across the damn sea with little to no supplies, and not to mention his loving little Mathew was all by himself in his big beautiful air conditioning mansion!" France growled angrily. "All of this fighting because that jerk made the comment that his partner was the weakest, ugliest, man he had ever seen!" France snarled. During war times, France was not as strong as Prussia. He struggled harshly when in battle. Before he even set sail, Angleterre took him aside and asked If he was alright. "Angleterre is everything to me." France whispered. After composing himself, one of his crew had dusted off his hat and handed it back to him. "Merci." Francis spoke. France wondered what hit him in the back of my head. After looking around, he saw a small rock lying on the ground. "Oh, how it reminds me so much of Angleterre!" France thought with glee. Whenever Angleterre saw that he was in a horrid mood, his little lapin would place an alluring stone on his spot in the meetings. The stones were from his river banks in England, and Angleterre in secret hid them in his personal locker all the nations received in the bathrooms. Francis finally decided to take a few breaths. He ordered his men to had back to their battle grounds. "Maybe I'll have a better day tomorrow." Francis thought. He took off his clothes and slipped on a loose shirt with pants. As gentle as he could with his brush, he brushed out the tangles in his long blonde hair. He placed his long blue cloak on his outside table. He closes his tent flaps and held onto the stuffed bird that Arthur so generously made for him. "Oh, Angleterre I miss you and the boys so much." France muttered as sleep took him away.
After she followed the blonde, she heard the leader annoyed and tired, make the order that they were to head back to their battle grounds. She waited for everyone to take shelter to the night sky. She tip toes towards the outside table and swiftly grabs the long blue cloak. She puts in on and tries to button it up, she misses a few. She notices it's still pretty dark. She decides she could see what the white-haired man had to complete her mission of becoming a pirate. She heads towards the other beach, tripping a bit over the huge cloak.
Prussia couldn't believe how Francie-Pants insulted his awesomeness! He was totally not unawesome! True, Prussia's Vati had passed away when he was a mere teenager but Prussia gained a new responsibility. His little brother Ludwig. Ludwig was his pride and joy when Vati passed away. The little boy was so young when their father had passed away and the child is still a wreck. He felt like shit, he's little one is all alone in his small log cabin. It was enough to break his awesome heart! Danke God Austria offered to watch little Ludwig till he returned. After he takes a few deep breaths, he helps his men put away the supplies they had gathered. They had enough food and water to last them month. He had a higher chance of winning this game. Finishing up, he orders his men to hit the bunks since it was getting late. Taking his leave to my awesome tent, he undresses himself into comfortable clothes. He places his sword on the outside table. Gilbert helps Gilbird into his makeshift nest, he tucks in for the night and closes his eyes. "Ludwig." Prussia thought drifting off.
It took her a while to get to the other beach since they had moved a bit farther away from the water. Her stomach growled loudly. She did over hear that they were gathering food and water at their battle grounds. As quietly as she could, she comes across a big crate full of fruits and water. She quickly grabs a bunch of apples and water. She hides behind the other crates. After taking a break, she passes by a few tents until her eyes came across the leader's tent. She saw the sword sitting on the outside table. Without a second thought, she grabs it and ran back to her hut. However, she didn't notice a small bird chirping.
"Was er Hölle ist, dass Lärm?" Gilbert thought. "Gilbird! What's wrong?" Prussia asked. Prussia saw Gilbird chirping and flapping, it made him panic. He knew Gilbird didn't usually put up a storm like this unless something terrible had happened. He saw Gilbird jumped off of the makeshift nest and rushed outside. Following him, Gilbert looked around. He didn't see France so he didn't understand what the hell was going on. Then he noticed it. His sword that Ludwig helped him make was gone. "Was zur Teufel!" Gilbert shouted angrily.
France couldn't sleep. His head was filled with memories of Angleterre and the boys. He walked out of his tent to drink some water. Sitting in the soft sand by the water, he started thinking about how he was going to win this. Prussia had a whole military. He had a mixture of his and Angleterre's men. He knew it didn't help that Angleterre's men hated him with a passion. Poor Angleterre had to furiously force them on the ship and sigh so much paperwork, not to mention pay them extra for having to leave their families for so long. "My poor lapin." France sighed. France kicked the sand. He smiled as it brought up a memory of when his son Alfred would throw temper tantrums and fits. France frowned when he had to leave. Alfred had thrown the biggest tantrum he had ever seen and Mathew wouldn't let his leg go. His son had broken furniture and shattered his windows with his father's cane. It took all of Angleterre's will power to get him off his knee the day he left, and Mathew cried as well. I wanted Mathew to stay at the mansion by himself till I got back. France explained to Arthur that he wanted to teach Mathew independence, that way he could learn some independence for himself and make his own mistakes and victories. Mathew of course had the maids watch him. Francis knew that Mathew had super strength like his younger brother and it was a force not to be reckon with. France's son just needed to learn to make a life for himself. After relaxing a bit, France started to head back to his tent when he stopped dead in his tracks. His cloak, his favorite traveling cloak that Angleterre had made for him was gone. "Putain!" France shouted angrily.
The next morning, she awoke to shouting. She had to cover her ears because of how loud it was. She walks out of her hut and gazes at the groups gathering in the center of the battle grounds. Like a triangle upside down. Climbing up the mountain, she carefully pokes her head out of the bush to see the irate faces of all the leader's. The red eyes man was the first to shout. "First you make an unawesome jab at me! The you insult my vital regions! Those I can stand! But my little brother's sword is where I draw the line! Fick dich Francis!" He shouted shoving him. Hard. France stood up and shoved him roughly to the ground. "Putain? Va te faire foutre, petite merde! Tu as commenè ca!" Francis shouted. "You're the bastard Gilbert! How dare you take my poor lapin's precious cloak! Not to mention my children gave me such beautiful buttons for it!" Francis yelled. Gilbert stood up and rough enough to start a fight, pushed Francis into a tree. Francis got up and punched the albino right in the jaw. She saw the strange tan man clubbed both of them in the back of the head. "¡La Mierda!" Spain fumed angrily. Spain was beyond help at this point! "How dare one of you take my precious Romano's pirate hat, my little tomato worked hard to get that innocence feather!" He shouted. Gilbert punched him in the gut. "Fick dich Antonio! So unawesome of you to take my little brother's awesome sword!" Gilbert shouted. Antonio punched him in the throat. Francis kicked him in the back. Gilbert kicked France in the shin. They kept throwing punches one after the other.
She snickered to herself at their fighting. She was dressed like a might pirate with sword in hand. However, she didn't notice the tree she climbed up to get a better view of the scene was breaking. A loud thud! Got the attention of everyone. Her ass hurt by the fall and she rubbed it to ease the painful ache. Suddenly, she felt a hand grab the back of my collar. "Is that mine?!" They all shouted. She gulped.
Author's Notes
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(Translations.)
"¡Al carajo con este calor!" Spain muttered to himself.
"Fuck this heat! " Spain muttered to himself.
"¡La Mierda!" Spain fumed angrily.
"The fuck! " Spain fumed angrily.
"Ow! La baise était que!?" France grimaced.
"Ow! The fuck was that!? "France winced.
Merci is thank you in French
Lapin in French is bunny
Danke is thank you in German
"Was er Hölle ist, dass Lärm?" Gilbert thought.
"What he hell is that noise? " Gilbert thought.
"Was zur Teufel!" Gilbert shouted angrily.
"What the hell! " Gilbert shouted angrily.
"Putain!" France shouted angrily.
"The fuck! " France shouted.
"Fick dich Francis!" He shouted shoving him.
"Fuck you Francis!" He shouted shoving him.
"Putain? Va te faire foutre, petite merde! Tu as commenè ca!" Francis shouted.
"Fuck me? Fuck you, you little shit! You started this! "Francis shouted.