Death and Brothers
Sealand was lying on a hill in the backyard of his older brother England, watching the setting sun with heavy thoughts.
Where do nations go in death? Sealand wondered.
Over time, Ancient Rome and Greece, Germania, Ottoman Empire, and many other nations, including his dear grandmother Britannia, have all been dissolved and forgotten by human history; but no country knew where they went. Everyone assumed they simply died and moved on… though ditzy Italy says he sees his grand-da sometimes.
Sealand looked at the clouds in the sky, ripping the grass out as he clenched and unclenched his fist. Was there a heaven?
Sealand was raised religiously, after his homeland, to believe so but… he didn't think it was that simple. Sealand was sure countries didn't go to heaven… or maybe there or nothing, or…
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Maybe Sealand would meet his grandma one day, and she'll tell him what came next?
"Sealand, time to come home for dinner!" England called, walking over. "Come on, Finland is waiting."
Sealand sat up and looked over to his brother. "England?" he asked.
England paused, his eyebrow raising. "Yes?" he asked curiously.
Sealand was silent. "Where do we go?" he finally asked, looking at the sky.
"Go?" England frowned.
"Yeah," Sealand looked at him. "After a country is dissolved, where do we go?"
England's eyes widened. "What brought this on?" he asked incredulously.
Sealand looked at his hands in his lap. "Mr. Prussia's not getting better," he said quietly.
England was surprised again. It was true, though he didn't think the micronation when think so hard about it. You see, Prussia had fallen sick, his body slowly deteriorating and in the end, he died. His time had come as he had told everyone his goodbyes and how he had loved every minute with them. Everyone was sad, and shocked, by the revelation of his death; it reminded them that they could still die.
England sighed before walking over and picking his brother up, lightly rubbing his back as he carried his brother to the house. He'd forgotten, no matter how the young country held himself, he was still a child; one that, no matter what age, had never seen death such as that. The whole walk, they were silent, both lost in their thoughts.
"I don't know where we go," England said finally. "No one does, as it should be and we shouldn't dwell on it. We do and it will hurt us in the end."
"…I'm scared…" Sealand whispered, tightening his hold on his brother's shirt.
England stopped in shock. Instantly he comforted his brother, running his fingers through his hair.
"You have nothing to fear little brother. Not while I'm around," he said soothingly but firmly.
Sealand was silent. "You… You won't go too… will you?" he asked quietly.
"Not for a long time; so long as my country and my people are strong, I will be strong," England replied, starting to walk again.
"I love you," Sealand murmured.
England smiled, kissing the boy's temple. "I love you too, Sealand," he said sincerely.
Sealand smiled softly, lulled to sleep by his brother's rocking and the familiar sweet, minty scent he carried. As he closed his eyes, he thought:
'Anywhere is okay, so long as my big brother is there with me.'
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My thought the entire time I wrote this: KAWAII!