What Sealand is
Chapter 1. The Setting? Poland.
Warning! This is a WWII setting so there will be mention of Nazis. Now keep in mind that it will not be Nazi Germany the personification, in fact I plan on keeping him out of this story. I am German by blood and most of my friends and family speak at least some form of a Germanic language. So Yeah! If you came here looking for some epic German action, leave now. If you're going to leave for some sad excuse for cultural racism, please stay! I will not have that in my story.
The time was beginning WWII
"Excuse me, Sir. But Lord Gordian can see you now." A maid said as she gave a quick bow to the man in the waiting room. She held open a large heavy oak door that she had just passed through.
"Why thank you." England stood up and gave a nod to the girl before passing through the door and into an important looking room with an important looking man sitting at an ancient desk. "Lord Gordian." He gave a curt nod to the man as the maid quietly closed the door.
"Ah, Arthur. Good to see you." The Lord addressed him "May I offer you some tea?" he gestured to the empty cups that were placed on a side table close to his desk.
"Earl Gray if you have any." The lord nodded to the maid who had followed England into the room to prepare some tea. "I understand you have some important news for me involving the war." England said as he took a seat across from the powerful man that came from one of his brother's countries. He was a big supplier when it came to money and manpower and he was very important for the war effort. His support had increased England's army size and in turn the men's moral. But there was only so much you could het from will power alone. Once the lord had noticed that problem, he had sent his personal doctors into the field to treat any injured solder. Promising a hefty bonus to any who came back alive, the size depended on how many lives they saved. And if any died, he would help support their families.
"Ah yes. I know this is a busy time for you, for all of us, so I am glad you would come off of the battlefield to hear my word. But you must understand, with the start of the war, people like me are in grave danger." He said, not really meting England's eyes. He instead nodded to the maid who handed him tea.
England, dispute considering himself a gentleman, was getting annoyed by this conversation and snatched the cup of tea from the girl. "Yes I understand, but you are perfectly safe inside my land." He tried to say calmly, but his voice has betraying him.
"It is not me that I am concerned about. You see, my daughter was in Poland at the time of invasions; she was spared but ha been trapped in the country for quite some time. I only know her general location, and even that could be wrong. However, I was hoping that if any of the ally's army were in the area that they could look for her. She should right on the edge of the coast line."
England's grip on his cup tightened and he took a rather big sip in a tempts to calm himself down. "Sir, you do relies, that it would be highly unlikely that even if we searched, we would find her."
"yes, I am well aware. That is why I don't want you to go out of your way looking for her, but I know that your army will be in the area that she was last seen and if you are able to. I would just like you to pay closer attention to the citizens and any place hey might be hiding." The Lord handed England a picture of a girl about 19 years of age with long dirty blond hair and dark blue eyes in a pink fully dress.
"I will tell my men." England nodded before finishing his tea and leaving the room. He walked out side and into the streets. It was raining, no surprise there, but it was a warm rain, it wasn't humid warm but more of a comforting warm. A sigh that good times were to come.
IN POLAND
A young woman scurried through destroyed back streets of Poland, her friend had been killed and the town destroyed. She had been lucky enough to be away for the day but the sight she saw when she returned had been brutal. She soon came to a run down shack out in the middle of no where "I'll be safe here" she muttered as she climbed through the whole in the wall she guessed as support to be a door. However, in the process her dress somehow got caught on one of the many lose boards and she was forced to rip it. Silently she cursed but moved on into the shack.
It was dark, had many holes in the walls, but provided enough cover in case of emergences. There was a back entrance that still had a door, which lead to some decent cover of plants and large boulders. Over in the corner was what seamed to be a pile of dead leaves that seamed to have been blown into the shack by the winds. "That can be a bed." She said to her self.
Slowly she walked over to the board that had ripped her dress. There was still some fabric on it; with she decided was enough for a blanket. Her dress had been a pail green but with all the dirt that it had collected during her escape and it was now a perfect camouflage. She hoped anyways. It wasn't like she had many options. She could always go into the foliage and look for anything else. It was getting very dark out side and she didn't know who or what was out there. In the end, she opted for pushing herself further into the leaves as she slept so t hide her form as best as possible. "I hope father finds me soon." She muttered. She knew her father would do anything to protect her, she was his only child and there only other relatives were in Scotland and America.
Slowly but surly she drifted off to sleep. Having no idea the events that were about to take place.
AN: so, what do you think? Did I do well? Should I continue? What should the daughters name be? And I will not be trying as hard as I have been in my last stories to keep with the time line so please correct me if you see anything. Also, if there are any bleach fans out there, what do you think of the stuff going on with Aizen?