A boy named Peter was climbing up a steep mountain. Cradled in one arm, he had a ten gallon bottle of water. He used the other remaining arm to help keep balance while walking up the steep and rocky slope. Once he reached the top, Peter set down the large bottle of water and started drinking it. This took him a good fifteen minutes. When he was done, he started clearig his throat for ten minutes. While he did so, the other nations began to gather around the mountain. Including the Baltics, Raiva, Toris, and Eduard, along with Arthur Kirkland, also known as the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland. That'll be on the test later.
After Peter finished clearing his throat, he raised his head, looked up into the heavens, and began yodeling. Not just any ordinary yodel, oh no, these yodels were like the sound of the fumes emitting from the posterior of Freckled Jesus himself. He yodeled and yodeled. All the other countries started clapping along with him, as if he were an almighty god.
BUt then as the sun sets, Arthur slowly walked up behind Peter. Arthur grabbed his shoulder gently. "Sh, no. Peter stop," he whispered in the micronation's ear. But Peter did not look up. Instead he raised his yodeling pitch even higher, making Arthur cringe. JUst then, Sealand spreads his arms out facing the sky and begins yedeling the highest pitch he could maintain. Then Freckled Jesus appeared in the pink and orange sky. He looked down at Arthur with a wide smile on his face. He then told him in the deepest MOrgan Freeman voice anyone could ever stand, "You have forgotten who you are and so have forgotten me. Look inside yourself, Arthur. You are more than what you have become. You must take your place in the Circle of Life." And just as Freckled Jesus had appeared, he was gone. Arthur just looked at the sky with pure amazement gleaming in his eyes. "Thank you," he whispered, and jumped off the edge of the mountain, only to be caught by the other nations. Arthur looked up into the sky once more with Peter still yodeling his beautiful yodels in the distance.
Every night Arthur dreamed of Freckled Jesus, hoping he would be able to see the magnificent color in his eyes, and that smile, again.