England stopped outside the door and listened. Muffled notes were coming from the other side. Sealand was singing. England opened the door a crack, and saw Sealand standing in front of the mirror wearing an old military jacket.
" Rule Britannia! Britannia rule the waves! Britons never, never, never shall be slaves!" Sealand sang, his voice high and clear. England's heart melted. The jacket Sealand was wearing was the exact one that England had wrapped him in on the stormy night that Sealand was found. That had been long before he was Sealand, just H.M fort roughs. Rule Britannia had been Sealand's favorite song ever since the micronation had been able to lisp " Wule Bi'ana! Bi'ana wule the waveth!", but Sealand hadn't sung it for years, not since he declared independence. It was good to know that Fort Roughs still existed, even if it was hidden.
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