I DO NOT OWN HETALIA

I ONLY OWN ELLEORE, MY OC.

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Chapter 1

Nation-nap

Sealand

Sealand was bored to the extreme at day of 1990. So, when someone knocked at the door, he was thrilled. But he was not-as-thrilled when he opened the door and saw England.

"What is it, Jerk-Brother?" Sealand said.

"What is that attitude, bastard? I'm here to do you a favor," England said.

"What might that be?" Sealand said.

"Well, I thought you need friends," England said, "So I located another like you. A micronation's. She lives with Denmark."

"Not like you have any friends," Sealand scoffed, "But… WHO IS THIS OTHER MICRONATION I MUST MEET HIM NOW!"

"It's a 'her' for your information, Sealand," England said, "Denmark already invited us; he wanted her to meet you too. Romania's also coming over with Moldova. Moldova isn't a micronation but we figured he might want to meet someone about his physical age."

"GOOD! GREAT!" Sealand exclaimed.

And that is how they ended up in Denmark's house. As soon as England knocked, the door opened with a happy exclaimed from Denmark: "WELCOME, England and Sealand! Ellore's inside. Oh- and Romania's here too! Moldova didn't show up yet!"

"Elleore? Is that her name?" England said.

"Yep, and I know you're Sealand," Denmark smiled. Sealand and Denmark had met many times before, as Sweden and Finland adopted him off e-bay. But Sealand never heard about another micronation in the Nordic family.

"Come in. I'm glad Elleore is meeting new people!" Denmark exclaimed, and led them to some sort a dining hall, where a girl with medium-long messy blonde hair like Denmark's and blue eyes with a tint of turquoise. Romania was sitting next to her and chatting.

Her eyes met Sealand's and both their eyes widened.

"You must be Sealand!" The girl, probably Elleore, exclaimed, rushing up to Sealand, "I'm Elleore!"

"I'm Sealand!" Sealand exclaimed, and studied her. She was about 17 physically- which was very surprising, as she was a micronation.

"How are you so… old?" England asked first.

"Ah, you see, England, Elleore here is special," Denmark said, "She started to exist from 944, when the exiled Irish monks arrived at her land and they were almost an independent nation- they had their own system and stuff. Elleore says she was actually redheaded back then. She used to live in the monastery until… it was destroyed. By my own people…"

"It's okay, bror! I'm over that," Elleore said, and her smiled faded slightly, before it was returned, "Anyway, I was homeless from then, but then Denmark found me! And then I went under his control. I was about 14 at this time. I became a proper micronation in 1944 when the FinAid founders, or the 'Immortals,' bought me. When I became a micronation, I grew to 17 to match my long existence! And as my people slowly changed to Danish people and 0% Irish, I changed too. Denmark says I am a very peculiar case."

What a peculiar case she was indeed, England thought.

Then she held out her left hand to her side and a scythe materialized in it, "And this is the present from bror for becoming a micronation," then the scythe begun to float like a witch's broom and Elleore hopped on it.

"COOL!" Sealand exclaimed.

"How? Did Norway charm it for you?" England asked.

"Yep, I asked Norge specifically for this," Denmark smiled.

"And, if Irish monks were your first people, then you aren't related to Denmark by blood?" England asked, "Well you did change but…"

"Um, never really thought about it. I've never met Ireland, and as far as I know I resemble Denmark," Elleore said, "And we did a test when Norway and Iceland did. We are related."

Meanwhile, Sealand was all about growing up. He kept on asking her how to age up.

"Anyway… I'm just thinking… after a few centuries, I'd be as old as you?" Sealand asked Elleore, "Oh by the way, I'm 0.004km squared!"

"0.015," Elleore smiled, and then muttered something like: "… 0.015 of flat land… hence why I'm flat…"

"Don't be so depressed, søster, maybe you should meet Liechtenstein sometime too!" Denmark said, "Anyway, come on, British people, the wonderful food is ready."

The dinner was wonderful in Sealand's opinion. Way better than Jerk-England's disgusting food.

But Moldova never showed up.

"Hey Romania, cheer up," England said.

"…Well…" Romania said, "I'm fine. Really. I mean the letter might've not gone to him yet- and stuff…"

"Hey, at least he didn't betray and fight his way to be independent," England said, referring to America.

Sealand liked this thing called 'æbleskivers' that Elleore seemed to equally love.

"I love these stuff, you see," Elleore smiled, "I just love, love, love, love, LOVE these! Along with apples. I mean, I first thought æbleskivers would have apples in them but no, not a single apple in it. I also love apples. Apples are great," Elleore rambled on about apples. (This has nothing to with some Elleore tradition. I just wanted to her to like red food than she can just get out of her pocket and eat. So strawberry was out; it can get squished in the pocket… so apple it was.)

Elleore had prepared said æbleskivers she rambled on about, and set them out then the window broke as an arrow shot through it. it headed towards Elleore's heart. Her reflexes reacted and she dodged to the side, but she was it on her elbows; she was unprepared.

"Elleore!" Denmark exclaimed, as Elleore's pupils dilated and shook rapidly. The Nordic nation ran to her side, while England went to inspect where the arrow came from. Romania followed.

"Can't see anyone- AH!" that was another arrow whizzing past him, "Take cover, Sealand, careful!" more arrows shot through the windows, shattering them. England protectively tackled Sealand down, while Romania slid underneath the table.

Sealand saw arrows pierce England's skin, "Eng-England!" Sealand said in surprise, he then heard Denmark shout: "You'll meet the wrath of a former viking and my axe!" and footsteps, fast footsteps. Sealand tried to get the unconscious England off him, but then he heard shouts and a thump; Denmark was down. Then he heard Romania cast spells, until another thump announced his downfall too.

Then England was lifted off Sealand.

"Ah, Sealand," a redheaded man who looked like some sort of a scientist said. Other men were around him, circling Sealand.

"How-?" Sealand said, but then the man injected him with something, and Sealand's world went black.