(Hello!~ This is my first entry! I have decided to take a roleplay with a friend, and write a small fanfic about it. The text below, is actually just a small introduction, the main story will be finished/concluded when we finish the roleplay. *yes, its an ongoing rp* I noticed how I usually tend to carry on and on, and write really long sentences. I tried to GET TO THE POINT. But, I just started writing this, so maybe It'll get better as I keep writing. ;U I donot own Hetalia. Also, this may or may not have anything to do with actual History. I do know that Canada was very violent and aggresive in past wars, but they were not fully reconized because they were part of Britian/England/whatever you want to call him. Sealand was obviously 'ignored'/not reconized, so I think I got SOME things correct. Keep in mind, in no way am I following history EXACTLY, but I do keep the same stereotypes of the characters. I don't want to give too much away, so please, read what I have for now, keeping in mind that this is not yet finished, and there is alot more to come. Thanks, I'd appreciate some feedback. ._. ciao!~)
A small light peeped in from the silent, dimmed room. Making sure not to spill a single droplet on his suit, England sipped from a teacup silently, breathing in the calming aroma of the tea. The man with the busy eyebrows set down his teacup just as a small boy with blonde hair burst in suddenly, ruining his peaceful ritual. England scowled slightly as the young country bounded noisily over to him, flinching when Sealand collided into his desk.
"Hey, England!" The blue eyed boy called, not seeming to notice the neatly stacked papers he knocked over. England watched in dismay as his hours of hard work organizing and writing drifted to the carefully polished floor. Forcing himself to look up, he felt the scowl on his face stretch into a glare. This was the fifth time in three days that the boy in the sailor uniform had pestered him. Did he not leave Sealand to fend for himself those several years ago? What made him think he was suddenly welcome to hang around the other countries as he pleased?
"What do you want, Sealand?" He growled through clenched teeth. There was no need to be a complete gentleman, although lashing out on Sealand was not an option. Perhaps he could distract him from asking his usual question. But just as the ex-pirate opened him mouth, the small boy interupted him.
"I want to know what you abandoned me." Sealand's innocent voice came quietly. "You never gave me a good enough reason."
England sighed, picking up his tea cup again, running his fingertips along the smooth shell, letting his hands be penetrated by the heat. It was always that same question. Lately Sealand had been badgering the gentleman for an answer. England made sure not to give him a direct answer. Sealand knew he was simply an old, abandoned fort that used to belong to England himself.