Missing Son
Chapter One: Sealand
"Looks like I got my work laid out for me. H-He's not scared... H-He has magic-! Is he- No way... That means- He doesn't deserve to be a capital, he's too small. He's much better off as a micronation, yes better than a capital. Those idiotic gits of parents won't recognize him after I assimilate him into my culture." The person shot up in their bed awake before turning on a light to illuminate their room partially.
Peter Kirkland, also known as Sealand, looked around his room curiously while trying to calm his breathing. This was the sixth night this month that he has been hearing those familiar, painfully familiar, voices and woken up in shock or surprise. This time though, he had no intentions of going back to sleep.
He pulled his sheets off of him and put his sock-padded feet on the metal floor before standing up and walking out of his room. Even though Sweden and Finland bought, more like adopted, him from England, the stubborn country refuses to give the micronation over to the duo...almost like he was hiding something from them by not handing over Sealand.
He shook his head as he got a glass of water before turning to look outside the nearest window within reach. The view was nothing but ocean for miles as far as the eye can see. He sighed as he took a sip from his cup before looking at it in surprise. Somehow he put milk in his cup instead of water but shrugged and drank it anyway.
"Meow..." He poked his head out the window to see a cat dangling from a pipeline connected under the window-what was a cat doing there?! The cat looked up at him and meowed pitifully as if it wanted him to help it - it was almost falling off the pipeline! He put his cup on a nearby nightstand, reached down, and pulled the cat into safety.
It was a kitten with silver fur with darker stripes, and pale paws, it also had ice blue eyes with a bit of cornflower blue mixed in it. It was shivering terribly as he quickly got the biggest washcloth he could find and warmed/dried the kitten up to the point where it looked like a cotton ball.
He giggled as the kitten cutely glared at him before he took out a comb from one of the cabinets and brushed the fur down. He got a clear look at the kitten as he calmed its puffed fur, the paleness of its paws were caused by the water seeping out of the pipeline and was already going back to its original silver color, and also by accident he found out that the kitten was a female.
A name would suit her best. "Hmm... Maybelle?" He asked and got a cutely annoyed look thrown at him. "Okay. Kacy? Icy? Dawn? Sky? Fluffy? Kitty? Ally?" No matter what he asked the same look was plastered on her face. He looked out the window as rain pattered and looked like the sea had a moving curtain above it.
"Sade-Rusa." At once the kitten had an interested look on her fluffy face.
It was like something deep within him called out the name, and somehow it was connected with the voices he heard every night. "Guess that's now your name," He said as she rubbed herself against his legs. "Come one now, time for bed." This time he was really tired now instead of earlier.
As he carried Sade-Rusa to his room, he still couldn't get that nagging feeling that there was something about that name. Something that was familiar about the name that caused him to remember it, something familiar...
"How's my little Sade?" A slightly high-pitched voice asked as Sealand dreamed of a blurry room with splotches of blue, white, yellow, and green within the room. There was two blurred figures; one figure was short, and the other figure was much taller and was lifting the shorter, baby-talking figure.
"Äiti!" The shorter figure, probably a baby, shouted as it waved its arms around. "You are so cute!" The taller figure with the familiar voice said as he gently tossed up the baby playfully. "Your Pappa would love to play with you later! Yes he would!"
"Sealand... Sealand... PETER KIRKLAND WAKE UP!" A harsh voice sounded out, immediately waking him from his realms of sleep... to see England, also known as Arthur Kirkland and Sealand's older brother, staring down at him angrily while holding Sade-Rusa in one hand.
Wait... Sade-Rusa!?
"Hey put her down!" Sealand shouted as he tried to pry his cat out of the older nation's hand. "Fine," England said as he dropped her, just in time for Sealand to catch her a couple inches from the ground. "Are you that heartless?!" He shouted as he sat on his bed and smoothed down the startled kitten's fur.
"Just get ready to leave." England replied before walking out of the room and slamming the door, causing Sade-Rusa to jump a foot in the air. "British Jerk of Jerks." Sealand mumbled before getting dressed and grabbed a bag that was big enough to put his kitten in. "We'll be safe." He reassured her as he stuffed small blankets to keep her warm during the trip.
Halfway to the World Meeting was a surprise to Sealand.
"REALLY?! Now?!" He shouted as he brought Sade-Rusa to the bathroom, thank goodness the plane has animal bathrooms for pets like Gillbird, Kumajirou, Hanatamago, Panda, and sometimes Greece's cats...at least he only brings one. As he waited for her to finish, he looked over what kind of cat food he should give her.
A sudden scratching caught his attention and made him jump before realizing who was making the noise. He opened the door and Sade-Rusa padded out before sitting and staring at him. She wanted him to pick her up again, probably because she couldn't jump high enough to reach the seat where her bed was.
He picked her up and walked to his seat before sitting her on the seat next to the bag. She looked at him curiously before noticing that he had the tray down with diced herring mixed with wet cat food. She pulled herself onto the tray and started eating as Sealand sat in his seat next to her bag, and fell asleep.
"Lysetaivas vi er nødt til å holde det gående." A man with wild pale blond hair that reached past his shoulders and tear-filled purple eyes wearing a green tunic with brown fur in the middle, at the end where it touched his knees, and at the collar where a lighter brown cape flowed from it, green armor that stopped where the brown fur in the middle of the tunic was and halfway down his arms, he wore light brown gloves with brown fur at the ends where the gloves start, golden-brown boots with yellow/golden straps making an X on each boot, and had a belt under one piece of the armor with a sword in its sheath on his right side.
He was walking through a snowy forest with everything around him almost white from the snow, but the bark of the trees were still visible as he spoke through the stillness. As he finished speaking, something moved through the snow behind him. It was white like the snow but as the man reached a cave that was burrowed into a cliff ledge, the thing was visible against the dark, grainy, cliff.
It was a wolf.
The wolf whined before shaking the snow that gathered out its fur and walking into the cave and waited for its master to return with bark, twigs, anything to start a fire with. Footsteps got its attention and it tensed, not letting its guard down if it was an enemy and not its master, until a familiar scent hit its nose and it relaxed as the man returned with bark, twigs, and some pieces of logs.
As the man got the fire started, the wolf whined before sliding closer and plopping its head on the man's lap. "Ta en paus pojke, du behöver det." The man said to the wolf as he unclipped his cape and covered the wolf with it. The wolf whined again before curling up against its will and slowly closed its eyes as instinct told him it was time to sleep.
The man stared at the wolf for a few seconds before string at the fire, which was trying its best to fight against the cold of the cave. He then stared at the mouth of the cave where a blizzard was starting to form, and instantly felt hopelessness. It would be a long time before he found his children again, Danmark ran as the man had his back turned and shouted something about having fun in the forest, Sverige followed Suomi as they walked through the forest to find their eldest brother and to keep him safe, and Norge followed reluctantly as he was feeling mixed emotions to either leave his brother in the forest or to find him even though he didn't show any emotions on his face.
By the time the man turned around, they were gone.
"Danke, dass Sie fliegen mit British Airways, werden wir landen in Deutschland in wenigen Minuten." The voice over the intercom jolted Sealand out of his dream and he noticed two things: one was that Sade-Rusa was done with her food, and the second thing was that she had somehow pulled herself into the bag and was sleeping under the covers while letting out soft snores.
The man and the wolf were vaguely familiar, as if he was connected to him somehow. But why?
Danish
Lyse - bright
Finnish
Taivas - sky
Norwegian
Vi er nødt til å holde det gående - we have to keep going
Swedish
Ta en paus pojke, du behöver det - take a break boy, you need it