Mortality of a Micronation

by gayle dayle bayle

A short piece based on the fact that I recently realized that the Principality of Sealand is unlikely to be around to see the 22nd century.

1. Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I do not in any way own hetalia

Eventually, Sealand would crumble, the old sea fort chipped away into nothingness by time and the sea.

Eventually, a twelve year old boy with stars in his eyes and the world in his smile would cease to be.

This would happen and it would leave a hole in the hearts of many, for they were not ready, and never would be.

They would never be ready to wake up and not have their son, their brother, their nephew, their friend, be gone, a light shining so bright snuffed out without a single thought.

This would all happen one day, whether in five or fifty years, but for now none of them pondered this, quickly shutting down any vein of thought that wanders too close to the subject.

Yes, this would all happen one day, but for now they could live in denial, until one day they wake up and Peter Kirkland is no more.