Sea, are his lungs, the main foundation of his life. The anemone to a clownfish which is can hide, live and be protected by. Growing stronger each passing day.
Enduring, as the North Sea crashes against him. Every day, every hour, every minute, every second… Forever one with it.
Amazing, being able to shut up Britain is a challenge that even the masters can only stare on in amazement to.
Lovable; every time Britain comes to his aid, even though scorned and scolded if never truly punished… see he does have his talents.
Adorable, like a puppy in a pet shop, he is the one you would pick, the runt of the litter. His eyes begging you to take him home, your arms open to take him home. The car driving away home with him in.
Nickel, chromium, tungsten and iron, all mixed together to build him. In Britain's cauldron. Piece by piece, bone by bone. Until he is at last born.
Diverse, never in one micro nation have they strived and achieved the impossible. Their own football team, selling themselves on Ebay and, in the future… recognised as a country.