A/N: AHAHA. My first fanfic. :'D Don't be too mean, please...
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia Axis Powers. And probably nevar will. -crysob-
A grin formed upon the micronation's face. Grocery shooping meant one thing to Sealand: Cans. Lots of cans. The grin remained as he opened the cabinet, situating himself upon the floor. He took each can out induvidually. As he did so, he set each into their own category. Bigger cans to his left, medium cans to the right, and little cans strewn wherever. Thus, he got to work. Matching each can's height carefully, he put the biggest at the bottom. Ah, can pyramids were lovely.
He put the many, many cans around himself, forming a multi-colored can square. The labor of it all - but, he knew it would be worth it. Eventually. He'd take a picture and put it on Myspace so strangers could marvel at his epic can-building skills, at least. After he ran out of the large cans, he began to use the medium cans, proceeding to transition to the small cans. The pyramid of labels and aluminum was getting bigger, and bigger. It was soon, however, just before he put the final can upon the top - peas and carrots, by the way - Sealand felt a presence peering at his giant pyramid. Slowly, he turned his head. Finland and Sweden were sitting silently at the dining table. Finland looked dumbfounded, his head tilted slightly to the right. Sweden, however, voiced a single question: "Wh't 're y' d'in' t' m' c'ns?"