The way this story will work is will put the name of the character talking in bold at the top of the Chapter/section of story, and they will talk. Pretty simple. Once again, these characters are older (Latvia about 17, Sealand about 15), and hence have different personalities. Because people change. So if you want to see Latvia shake in fear or Sealand be desperate to become a country, LEAVE NOW. Also, characters will be using human names.

Sealand:

I run down the hospital hallway, right beside the gurney Raivis is on, who is currently being put under so they can get near him without being whipped in the face by his bloodied fist. I feel my eyes water up. Why were you so stupid to do this, Raivis? I feel one of tears roll down my face. No, none of this now. I force the tears back and push on to keep up with the gurney.

"Peter!"

Shit, he's here!

"Peter!" Arthur's voice rings out again, this time more frustrated.

I keep running.

"Peter, please stop!" It's Tino's sweet voice this time.

We near the ER. Because this isn't the first time I've had to do this, I know I won't be let in, and just freeze where I am.

What the hell do they want from me?! I whip my head around my shoulder to find they're closer than I thought. I'm only able to turn around and put my hands up to my ribs when I feel the stinging on my left cheek, and Arthur's hand is across my face. I feel the tears return to my eyes. My knees buckle and I cower, like a dog that has disobeyed his owner. I hear indistinguishable yelling- at me, at Tino, at Arthur- and sink to the ground with my head in my hands. I can't do this much longer… In a blurred picture that is my vision, I see a hand being held out to me, with a latex glove. My 'legal guardians' have been pushed off to the sides. I take the hand, and there is muffled speaking while I get balanced on my feet again. I look over to see the focusing image of the hospital worker looking at me.

"What?" I yell, trying to get the word past the hearing block I get whenever I get anxious.

The man catches me as I fall over again. He repeats himself, and all I hear is 'friend' and 'survive.' I immediately right myself, remembering the reason I'm here -and it's not to have anxiety attacks.

"What about my friend? Is Raivis okay?" I ask, but it sounds more like pleading.

He nods and smiles. "You can go into his room in a couple of hours, when he will probably wake. But first we need to ask you a few questions, if you are up to it."

I contemplate it, then nod, knowing it'll be for the sake of Raivis.

"What is your relationship with Raivis?"

"I am his friend…"

"Anything else? You can say anything, we won't tell anyone."

"I have had a crush on him for awhile…"

"Okay. Why did he try to commit suicide?"

"He dislikes his life. He is addicted to alcohol, and like guys. He gets teased for it at school."

"Alright, that is all we need to know. Thank you very much. We will do our best for him."

"Thank you."

I walk out of the room and up to the front desk.

"Which room is Raivis Galante?"

"Room 394."

"Thank you."

I walk to the elevator, teasing myself. Then I run all the way up the stairs, and navigate to his room. When I reach it, he is still asleep. I smile gently at his easy breathing. That's good. What's bad? His head is wrapped in bandages, as are his arms, where the blood began to show slightly. Reading the clipboard at the end of the bed, I find his right ankle is sprained and his right leg is broken in the shin bone. I frown deeply. He hates wheelchairs. The idiot is going to ask for crutches. I walk over to check the blood on the arm bandages. Dry. Good. He is probably not bleeding anymore. I sit down with one of his hands in mine.

My eyes open to light coming through the previously dark window. Raivis is awake and a little dazed, but hungry and getting breakfast for the both of us. Arthur is asleep in a chair with his phone still in his hand. I snicker, which gains me a look and warm smile from Raivis.

Once the nurse leaves, our conversation begins.

I am sorry for the choppy parts of this chapter, but I wanted to get it out there and see the general reaction. This story came straight from by disturbing and demented imagination, so your welcome. I promise more chapters, because this is one of my favorite things to write. Sorry to those who dislike it, but no hate comments. Please. It's just childish. I will thank Marianas Trench here (my favorite band) for making the music that I listened to for the entire morning so far.