Hey guys! I had to write this! I love Sealand to pieces. He's amazing! In this sort of roleplay we're doing my brother is Prussia. He came up with a bunch of the stuff he says in this. This is dedicated to my friend's brother who is our Sealand. You're a country to me!

Disclaimer: Sadly, I still don't own Hetalia.

"It takes a whole lot more than a good attitude and sailor outfit to become a country. You should know that other countries will try to invade you and destroy everything about you that makes you unique. A big country like Russia could run over your borders at any time and the rest of the world will hardly know the difference of you two," the man said frantically as I asked him how I could become a country.

"But it worked for Italy didn't it?" I asked deflating. He didn't hear me because he had run away from the big creepy guy with snow hair and violet eyes. I huffed and sat back down. Another guy with white hair walked up with a smirk. He had a yellow bird on his head and his eyes were the color of blood.

"So, you're trying to become a country?" he asked.

"Well, I am a country. I'm just trying to be noticed as a country," I replied. He laughed.

"What's your name?"

"Sealand."

"Never heard of you. Wait, are you the place with the whale? What's its name? Oh, Shamu!"

"No! I'm an oil rig off the coast of Britain!" I was fuming.

"An oil rig? There letting everybody be countries now aren't they? Listen kid, give up. You're never going to be a country." Tears sprung to my blue eyes and he laughed. I wiped them away.

"Are you gonna cry you stupid baby? Why don't you go play with your dollies, Seaworld," he taunted. Then the meeting began. Tears were streaming down my face.

"Are you OK?" someone asked me. I looked up to see a woman with long chocolate brown hair and grass green eyes.

"I-I'm f-fi-fine, ma'am," I replied between sobs.

"What happened?"

"No-nobody b-be-belie-ves that I'm a-a coun-country and th-they were a-all mean t-to me!" I sobbed. She hugged me.

"Well, I believe that you're a country. What's your name?"

"S-sea-sealand."

"Who were the countries that were mean to you?"

"Hey, Hungary! I'm glad you met my new best friend," the jerky albino said, slinging his arm around my shaking shoulders. I looked at him.

"He was-" I started to say.

"I will buy you any amount of ice cream, take you to Disney World for a week, and let you hold Gilbird if you don't say anything and blame it on Austria," he whispered, "That frying pan really hurts."

"He was the only one that was nice to me. Austria was mean and said I wasn't a country." She looked up at a guy with dark hair and glasses who waved at her. She lifted up a frying pan and hit him over the head with it. Then she grabbed my hand.

"Let's get some ice cream," she said with a smile. I smiled back and we left. I looked back and said, You owe me with my eyes. He glared back as if to say I know. Who knew being a country could be so much fun?

Crappy ending, but whatever. Review?