Prologue: A woman is in the hospital. She is dying, however she has just given birth to a baby boy. This boy was very special, he is the lost heir to Sir Roman Empire's fortune. The woman is holding her baby weakly in her arms. Tears stained her face, knowing she would not see him grow up. A few doctors enter the room to take the child away.
"No please... he is my son..." Despite her begging, the doctors gently take the boy away from her to see if he is healthy. The woman starts to cry softly, but a voice comes to her. It's soft, yet strong.
"Please... I will look after the child and make sure he grows up strong... its time to let go..." A tall man enters the room, he looks very old, and yet young at the same time. He is wearing what looks like ancient Roman armor. He holds out a strong hand to the woman. Suddenly, she can walk.
"Yes Father." The woman says quietly. She steps away from her bed with the help of the man, she walks out of the hospital never to return. The man walks to the baby. His soft light brown hair seems to glow as he slept. A few tears run down the mans face, he writes a small note and picks the child up. He had to find a good home for the baby. He had to keep his promise to his daughter.
Our story begins with a little boy. A very little boy, growing up in 1963. He was left of the doorstep of a man, trying to start his own nation. The man's name was Giorgio Carbone, he was a kind man and he took the child in. The child had a tag attached to the blanket he was wrapped up in. It said, "please take good care of this child for one day he will achieve greatness". That is exactly what Giorgio did, he raised the child like he was his own. It was a good and terrible thing, for this was no ordinary child. By the time the other kids around his age were grown up, the child appeared only about 10 years old.
Both the kids and adults of the small town would point and stare whenever the boy walked by. They would often make fun of him for being so young, and yet so old. The boy started to avoid people, he wouldn't eat, he would just sit on the balcony of his home, staring at the mountains that surrounded him.
He also had a random curl on the side of his head. He had no clue where it came from, but no one else had it. Some kids said it was fake and would try to pull it. This would just hurt the boy. He tried to cut it off, but it always grew back. He was stuck with the random curl for the rest of his life.
This constant bullying troubled Giorgio greatly, so he left for a few days to the land he was originally living in, Italy. No one was sure what he was doing there though, but he returned and everything went back to normal. The boy would get bullied and no one dared to stick up for him, because he was a freak to them.
Many years passed, it was now 2009, Giorgio was on his deathbed. He lived to be 73 years old. As for the child, who should appear to be 46, he was only a teenager. One fall day, Giorgio called on the boy.
"My son, I have been keeping a secret from you. There is a reason you don't age like the other kids, why you are in your late 40's and yet you are still a child... My boy, go to Italy, look for the Vargas brothers, Veneziano and Romano, they will help you along your way... Be careful my son... You are destined for greatness, and you will achieve it for there is an angel watching over you as we speak."
Later that night, Giorgio died quietly, on November 25.
The boy was now a young man, who looked like he was about 16. He listened to his father and traveled to the land of Italy. He searched for many weeks. He went to all of the major cities and asked the civilians if they had ever heard of them. The people would just look at him and laugh.
After almost half a year, he found the men he was looking for, in Rome. Romano was the oldest of the brothers, he was tall with dark hair and a wild curl coming from the top right side of his head. Veneziano was the younger brother. He was a bit shorter with lighter brown hair and a wild curl coming from the lower left side of his head.
Curls, they both had curls, unlike the young mans though. His was rough and angular, while the brothers had smooth round curls. They were the first people he had seen that had the one random curl.
The young man watched them carefully. The brothers were so happy and full of life. He smiled when he watched Veneziano flirt with girls, and then Romano would throw a tomato at him. They would argue and fight, but five minutes later, Veneziano would come running and hug Romano. He decided he had to speak to the brothers.
"E-excuse me... A-are you two the Vargas brothers?" The young man's voice was small compared to the other two. He was always shy, except when he saw a pretty girl walk by. Veneziano smiled and greeted him with a warm handshake and a hug.
"Si we are, I am Veneziano, the north of the country and this is Romano, the south of the country. We are the Italy brothers" The young man sat in silence, amazed. His father told him stories of countries being people and not places, and that the countries would live forever until the country dissolved from existence and there were no more people of that countries bloodline. But he always believed them to be just stories.
"Y-you two are... countries?" The young man was so shocked to meet an actual country. Romano looked at him strangely and Veneziano laughed.
"Of course we are." Veneziano laughed some more. The young man just sat in awe and handed them the letter than was wrapped up with him when he was a baby. The brothers read through the note a few times. Then they would look at each other, then they would read it again.
"And why should we care. This is probably something your mother wrote for you to feel special" Romano eyed him suspiciously.
"I don't have a mother... Please listen to me, I was sent here by my father Giorgio Carbone"- Romano put his hand in the young mans face. Veneziano looked at the man strangely.
"Stop... is this the same guy who claimed that city Seborga was a nation? that guy was crazy and he was your father? I feel sorry for you. Claiming a city was a country, stupid bastard." The young man looked at the ground, clearly hurt. His father was the only one there for him when he was growing up. He didn't have friends. It was now just like being back home, people were being mean, but not just to him, but to his father now.
Veneziano elbowed Romano "He is still family to that young man, what is your name?" He turned to the man and smiled kindly.
The young man was shocked "M-my name? M-Martino... My father called me Martino". The brothers stood in silence. Veneziano was still smiling, like usual.
"And what the hell is your last name?" Romano started to get angry as he watched Martino.
"Actually my last name is one of the reasons I am here... My last name is Vargas too... Martino Fasciano Vargas..." This man, who they had never met before, had the same last name as them.
The brothers looked at each other "Would you like to go get lunch with us?" Veneziano held out his hand kindly. Martino looked at it for a moment before lightly taking his hand
"Sure... that sounds nice" He even smiled a bit. He couldn't believe he was going to have lunch with real countries.
"Okay, so now that we know who you are, tell us, how did you get here" Romano looked at him anxiously. It took awhile, but eventually Martino told them the story, all except for his odd aging problem.
"Excuse me, but, how old are you both?" Martino looked at the curiously. Veneziano let out a small laugh.
"I am around... Hmmm... Wow... I don't remember... I would say about... Romano I need help" Romano rolled his eyes and answered.
"We have been celebrating our national foundation day for 252 years, however I have been around for about 700 years and Veneziano has been around for about 500 years... its amazing how we didn't really grow up until the late 1800's" Martino just stood there in total shock.
"700 years?... Wow" Martino couldn't believe it. They were that old, and yet they looked like they were only in their early 20's. Romano rolled his eyes again.
"Are you kidding, Austria is older than dirt, he has been around for over 1,000 years" Martino never noticed that his mouth was hanging open.
A tall man walked over to them, he had slicked back blond hair and deep blue eyes. "Italy, there you are, I have been looking for you." His voice was strange to Martino. He had never heard anyone speak like that.
"Germany!" Veneziano ran and hugged the tall man, who hugged back, softly. They started to exchanged greetings. But Martino couldn't understand what the tall man meant.
"Excuse me Romano, but who is that man?" Seborga watched as Veneziano and the man started to talk, but he couldn't understand what they were saying. It was a different language.
"Oh, that is Germany, he is a potato eating bastard." Romano glared at Germany as he walked over with Veneziano.
"So this is the boy Italy?" Germany looked down at Martino curiously. Martino looked at the ground shyly.
"M-My name is Martino Vargas sir." He looked up a bit to see the tall man had a small smile on his face. Veneziano had told him the whole story of what had happened that day.
"It is very nice to meet you Martino... did you say your last name was Vargas?" He looked over at Veneziano and gently moved him so he stood by Martino.
"Yes sir... umm what are you doing?" Germany looked at Veneziano, then over at Martino, then back to Veneziano.
"Oh nothing I was just... never mind" He looked away for a moment.
"Um, are you Germany, as in, the country Germany?" Martino looked up at him.
"Ja, I am the country Germany..." Germany looked at Martino strangely, who was he, why did he look like Veneziano, why did they have the same last name, if what he thought was true, why hadn't he met him before.
Martino looked at the brothers and Germany and bowed his head. "Please, you are the only ones who can help me... I know I look like I am only 16, but listen to me... I am 46 years old... All the other kids I knew are all grown up but I am still only a teen... The other kids and adults call me a freak and make fun of me... What is wrong with me?... Why am I so different? Why am I such a freak?" A few tears came to his eyes.
Veneziano's smile faded and he placed a hand on his shoulder "please don't cry, it's okay... please don't cry" Germany finally understood it all.
"Martino... you said you were adopted in 1963, in Seborga, by the man trying to make it a nation?" Germany looked down at him.
Martino looked up at him "si... that is correct"
"All this time and you never even knew what was going on, didn't your father tell you anything?" Martino sat in silence, trying to understand.
"Martino... You are a country... Your father was dedicated to making Seborga its own nation... And it happened... Martino Vargas, you are Principality di Seborga." Germany smiled.
"...Our little brother..." Veneziano started to cry "Our little brother" Romano even smiled a bit. Martino sat in total shock... He didn't know what to say. Veneziano pulled him into a tight hug.
"I-I... I am a country?" Romano even joined in the hug.
"Si, you are a country, a micronation actually" Romano stated. Martino started to cry
"I am a country... I... I am Principality di Seborga... from this moment on I will no longer go by Martino, My name is Seborga, or Sebo, whichever you prefer" Germany put a hand on his shoulder. Martino, or Seborga now, smiled brighter than the sun, as he stood with his new brothers and first friends.
