When the meeting finished, Sealand let out a cheerful "whoop", hopped off his seat and turned to Belarus, who was about to walk away to meet Russia when the Sealander spoke up.

"Oh! Excuse me, miss!" he chirped, "I just want to thank you earlier for standing up for me!"

The woman looked at him with a small frown. "You're welcome I guess. But only because Germany saw you talking to Russia and he'll get Russia into trouble."

"Well I'm still thanking you!" Sealand laughed. "So where shall we go now?"

Belarus stared at him. "What are you talking about? I'm going to go talk to my lovely big brother."

"Sweet! Me too!" Sealand exclaimed and someone grabbed his shoulders and he yelped as he was spun around to see England, who looked furious.

"What the hell were you thinking, pulling off a stunt like that in the meeting?!" he ranted, "Germany is going to kick my arse as soon as we leave the building!"

"It's YOUR fault for not acknowledging me as a nation!" Sealand argued back and shoved his hands off his shoulders. "If you should blame someone for my fame, then go rant at Russia or anything!"

England groaned at that and opened his mouth to counter the argument when he felt a feminine hand rest on his shoulder. Belarus's hand.

"Hello, Sealand. I admit that you were amazing in that meeting," the woman greeted the young boy while her hand crushed the Brit's shoulder menacingly. England was growing terrified by the second, shaking all over.

Sealand grinned and nodded. "Thank you! It's all because of you, Belarus!" At that, Belarus let go of England's shoulder.

"England, You won't mind me having a little chat with your little brother, won't you?" she asked blankly.

England's mouth opened and closed as he quickly tried to think of something to say, but then the blonde already walked past him with his younger brother as they left the meeting room until it was deserted.


While they sat outside on a bench, Sealand chattered on to Belarus as she politely nodded, half-listening to the boy since he talked a lot about Japanese anime and manga until the Belorussian thought of something.

"Hey, Sealand," she suddenly started and spoke quickly before the boy could talk more about the Powerful Semi-Homosexual Rainbow Rangers series that he made up based on his second Nordic family, "how good are you at using computers?"

Sealand paused and grinned. "I'm super-special-awesome at using computers! My country's structure may be basic, but its internet is really powerful! It kinda has to be in order to bypass England's wifi connection in Essex!"

"Are you even better than Estonia?" the woman raised her eyebrow, "because I'm looking for someone who won't tell on me when I ask them to find me information."

"Huh…?" Sealand thought over what she said. "Well… I don't know much about hacking, but I CAN hack. And alter passwords and gain access to government records…" he laughed nervously, "don't tell England that I actually hacked his website! All I did was find out where he was keeping embarrassing photos of the last Christmas party…"

Belarus watched him with an even stare. "Hm…"

Sealand looked up as Belarus glanced forward with a growing, small smile that seemed devilish. She suddenly looked at him again with a neutral expression. "Good enough. I want you to do something for me. Hack into the satellites surrounding the Earth that are dispatched by Russia, and then locate as many secret cold-war bunkers as you can worldwide. Nobody else besides us needs to know this. Not even under torture."

"E-Eh?" Sealand stared at her in shock at the sudden demand. "H-hold on, what you're asking me to do is really… kinda illegal. And I'm not even an official nation…"

Belarus still had that stony expression, but something flickered in her eye's reflection. "Do you wish to be a nation?"

"Well, yes! Of course I do!" the boy exclaimed a little angrily, "I want to be a nation very badly!"

"Well then," Belarus stood up off the bench. "America didn't become a nation by simply being born and raised on his own. The Europeans came and pillaged the land and wiped out almost all the natives, so there are not many natural Americans left. He became a nation because millions of bastards committed crimes against humanity and nature. You can become a nation in a similar way and people will still worship you for it while maintaining a so-called democracy."

"But what's in it for me if I do all these things for you?" Sealand asked quickly and hopped off the bench. "I wouldn't mind doing anything for you – in fact I WANT to do as many things as possible with you – but I… I kinda need something in return, something that I can look forward to after I complete my mission." His companion glanced at him, tilting her head.

"I guess… you're right," the woman sighed, "I said that you'll become a nation if you spy for me, but I guess that's too difficult. You'll need nations to sponsor you first, which gives you recognition and then their people will gradually learn about you."

"So how do I get other nations to sponsor me?" Sealand suddenly felt smart the more they talked as he thought, "doing a dangerous job like spying will wreck my reputation and one signature from you won't do at all…"

"You can always take up Espionage duties with other countries," Belarus shrugged, "you have the technology to do so. You can also house foreign criminals and then rat them out for a fee with Interpol or MI5 and MI6 or the FBI since your island is small."

"Geeze…" Sealand groaned, "why is it that you have to do dangerous things in order to be popular?"

"Because people love seeing other people getting hurt."

"Seriously, though! What else could you do for me - that's better than just you giving me recognition – when I spy on Russia?!" the boy whined. Belarus's expression dropped to a dark frown, but she simply brushed her hair behind her ears.

"Two proposals…"

"Huh?" Sealand blinked and stared at her.

"I have a couple of proposals that you won't refuse…" the blonde woman murmured, "one; I will ask you to spy on countries other than Russia, but you'll gather the data and I'll sell that data to enemies of other countries in exchange for money and a signature to a petition to make you a nation." Sealand's eyes widened at the first proposal and he smiled brightly.

"Really?! That's a great deal!" he cheered, but Belarus shushed him.

"And if you accomplished every mission I give you… then I'll give you the second proposal," she paused and glanced around, but there was nobody else around except for the ice cream cart man who is too busy swearing at his bored-looking horses in fast Italian. "Then… then… I'll give you a kiss. Or something like that." She huffed.

The blonde boy staring at her went pink in his cheeks, completely in disbelief of the situation, but with his little heart hammering fast at the idea for some strange reason, he suddenly smiled brightly and held his hand out.

"It's a deal!" he yelped happily and the Belarusian shushed him in horror. Her eyes have widened at his reckless yelling.

"Quiet!" she almost snapped, "okay, so spying is technically illegal, but people do it anyway-! Just whatever you do: Don't. Tell. Anyone!"

Despite her seriousness, Sealand cheered quietly instead and he saluted. "Got it~!"

"Yeah, yeah, now go home and gather what you can on Russia's Cold War bunker locations!" Belarus sighed heavily and waved her hand. "Print out your results and any maps you find of the bunkers and I'll meet you at noon this Saturday at your home."

"Yes, ma'am!" Sealand confirmed with a big grin and he held Belarus's hand and kissed it, before skipping off as happily as an Italian. The woman just stared at the kid in disbelief before shaking her head and pinched the bridge of her nose.

"I swear to the God of Balls, if that kid was older, I'd rip his head off for doing that…"