A fanfic of SealandxBelarus; requested by Ratlah ^_^


Once upon a time in the world meeting conference, all nations gathered into a large room while being manned by Germany. As America tried to seize control of the meeting by blasting out his ideas first, Sealand snuck into the room, but when he saw how involved he was in choking Romano he decided to relax and sneak up besides Russia.

Like some kids, Sealand ignores advice on the types of people he should be hanging around with, so he tapped the Russian's arm since he was standing up and Sealand couldn't reach, the Russian glanced down with a surprised smile.

"Hello there! Are you lost, little boy?" he chuckled and kneeled down.

Sealand huffed. "Of course I'm not! My name is Sealand, and I want to obtain some advice from you, Mr Russia!"

"Oh really?" the taller man laughed softly. He picked up the boy and sat him in his chair and patted his head, making his cap go lopsided, but Sealand didn't complain – he figured the best way to get advice is if he behaves gentlemany. "What kind of advice do you need? Oh! I can make you my Overseas Province so you can keep an eye on England and tell me what he does!" Russia smiled.

But Sealand doesn't quite understand what he meant by that, so instead he answered. "I want to become a country, but I need someone to sponsor me!"

"Sponsor?" Russia blinked.

"Yeah! I mean, you guys all fought each other to claim land to build your capitals on, but I tried that by invading Buckingham Palace with my pet donkey."

"Hold on – a donkey?" Russia was now staring at him incredulously. He remembered himself charging at enemy armies armed to the teeth with pistols, weapons and vodka bottles while riding a magnificent black horse he named Anja. The horse was male, too. But a DONKEY? "Uhm… how did that go?"

Sealand sighed dejectedly. "Badly. I lost, I got laughed at in the BBC news, the RSPCA took my donkey into their care and the police cautioned me while England said he'd try me for Treason, which is stupid because I'm NOT a part of him!"

Russia laughed and patted his head again. "Okay, I'll give you advice AND I'll petition for you to become a country! But first… you need to grab attention and cause controversy!"

"Uh… what does that word mean?"

"It means… hmm… you state an opinion or a political joke at somebody's expense that makes people laugh with you and make some angry!" the Russian explained, holding up a finger.

"So… I have to embarrass somebody in this room?" Sealand asked, looking around as arguments raged on. Nobody seems to know what today's meeting topic was about.

"Da! All you have to do is get their attention first, and then state an opinion on anything!" Russia chuckled. The young Sealander suddenly smiled brightly.

"Oh! So all I have to do is be myself and ignore other people's opinions!"

Russia nodded and handed him a megaphone that somehow managed to fit under his huge coat. "Don't ask about where I put my megaphone though… got it?"

Sealand nodded and climbed onto the table. That got some attention from a handful of people who wondered who he is, but they lost interest and carried on playing with smartphones or doodling. The young boy switched the megaphone on with a small screech and coughed. Now he has everybody's attention, especially England's.

"Attention, everycountry!" he started, "my name is the Principality of Sealand; AKA Peter; I would like to say something! Why did the USA invade England's kitchen?"

He was met with silence, but he saw a small grin on America's face as he put his hands by his mouth.

"Why did I invade England's kitchen!?" America shouted from the end of the long table.

"Because England used so much oil, that the US invaded!" Sealand announced. Russia laughed softly. That's not an opinion, it's a joke. A pretty touchy one, at that.

Immediately, everybody started laughing hard and America just blinked in confusion.

"Huh? What? I don't get it!"

"I got it because it is funny joke!" someone chortled nearby, a young Arabian man reading a magazine on F1 motorsport cars, "because we got lots of oil and you don't!" Other Arabian nations besides the young man burst out laughing again.

"Hey! We gave you money, and you know it, Saudi Arabia!" America yelled.

"Order!" Germany suddenly ranted and all the nations looked at him. He grit his teeth. "Please put aside any dodgy political agendas and FOCUS on today's meeting! And as for you, Sealand!" He turned to glare at the boy still standing on the table. "Get down or I will call security to have you removed!"

"You can't do that, Germany. It infringes the stupid First Amendment of the USA."

Confused, Sealand looked about until he saw the source of the voice. It was no other than Belarus, who was playing with a small knife.

"This is America's conference building – not yours! You don't call the shots around here!" Germany retorted, slamming the table.

Belarus spoke bluntly; "Neither do you."

A few nations grinned and laughed at that while someone even clapped at that. Sealand smiled brightly, glad that he's being defended.

Germany went red, realising his mistake, but stammered. "I-I—what I mean t-to say… is…"

"Spit it out, or I'll adjourn the meeting early." She stood up and everybody gathered their things into their bags hurriedly. "Everybody, today we are dismiss—"

"Okay! Okay! Sealand will stay!" Germany shouted quickly. Most nations groaned and sat back down into their seats. "But only if he remains seated for the duration of this meeting!" he growled lowly and Sealand grinned victoriously, jumping off the table. He tossed the megaphone back to Russia and then he sat in the spare seat besides Belarus. "And no talking while I'm talking!" Germany warned before turning to the board, writing down ideas.

But as usual, everybody chattered and wrote notes while Germany blathered on without incident since everybody remained seated in their places. But Sealand couldn't help but smile every time he looks at Belarus, who was stoically engraving a heart on her knife.


"Love can be found in the strangest places between the most unlikely people, however little one pays attention to the other."