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The Sealand Chronicles

Entry #3

"I'm so bored! There's nothing to do!" Sealand complained to himself while laying on his bed. "You know what? I'm gonna go check what America and England are up to." Sealand got off the bed and headed towards the living room. When he arrived he was surprised to find three men sitting by the table on their respective laptops.

"When did France get here?" Sealand inquired as he sat in a chair.

"He got here like an hour ago. I would have told you..., but that would have required getting up." America offered, keeping his eyes glued to his laptop.

"You could have called me."

"Like you ever have your phone on you, I don't even see why you need one, it's not like you have anyone to call."

"I told you before, I hang out with Kosovo."

"Okay, come on Sealand. The first time you said it, it was sad enough. You don't need to keep on repeating fake country names."

"But it is a-," Sealand started, then shrugged deciding it wasn't worth it. "Fine, whatever. So, why are you guys not wearing shirts?' Sealand questioned England and the Frenchman.

"It's way too damn hot in here not too. I still can't fathom how America can sit there in that jacket of his."

"Only losers would forfeit to the heat. A true hero would wait till the heat finally gave up and realized that I will never give in," America argued.

"Okaaaaaaaayyyyy," Sealand said a little bit worried for America's mental health. "Did you also strip your shirt because you were hot France?"

"Uuuuuummmm, yeah," he said, glancing at England. "Let's go with that," France responded slyly.

"Well, you guys don't have to take off your clothes. We do have an air conditioner," Sealand said matter-of-factly. "Here, let me go turn it on." Sealand was getting up when France suddenly pulled him back down into his chair.

"I see no reason for that," France said sternly. "It's not bothering anybody. Besides, I kinda like the view," He finished, glimpsing yet again at the shirtless Brit. England, completely oblivious to France's attempt to flirt with him, said,

"In any case, since when did it bother you when we didn't have our shirts on?" he asked his youngest sibling.

"Yeah, I mean you used to run around the house butt naked," America added, eyes still glued to his computer screen.

"Yeah, but that was for money," Sealand said defensively.

"Really?" asked France, raising his eyebrow slightly and smirking. "Would you...like to demonstrate?"

"Wait, hold on there France. Do you think you can afford him?" America chuckled.

"Afford him?" questioned England. "What would he even go for? Two, maybe three cents?"

"What will five dollars get me?" smiled France, pulling out a couple of singles from apparently thin air.

"What do you mean if he can-,"Sealand paused, suddenly realizing how he had sounded before. "Oh god, America. You knew what I meant. Why do you have to make everything sound perverted?"

"Oh no, my friend, you're the one who make things sound dirty. I, simply comment on them."America said putting his hands up in defense.

"I'm confused. Do you strip or not?" asked a frustrated France.

"I. Do. Not. Strip." Sealand explained, emphasizing every word. "So you can go ahead and put away those singles." France groaned as he stuffed the bills into his pocket. "I only did it to fulfill a bet," he clarified. Immediately France's groan turned into a smirk as he pulled the singles out of his pocket.

"So,...you're saying that if...someone was to make another bet with you, daring you to strip right here, right now, you would do it?" the Frenchman inquired hopefully.

"No, of course not. It was a one time thing. My aunt had dared me to strut around her house naked while we were visiting her. I was hesitant at first, but then she offered me twenty bucks to do it. It seemed like a good deal considering the only other people in the house were my parents and brothers and they'd already seen me naked. Although, now that I think about, the fact that my aunt wanted to see me strip might've made her a bit perverted. "

"You know, the only people here are me and your brothers. And I'm going to see you naked at one point or another so you might as well get it over with while I'm willing to pay you," France persuaded. "I'll strip with you if it makes you more comfortable." France began to unbuckle his pants when Sealand grabbed his wrist forcing him to stop.

"I'm not going to strip for you France." Sealand said sternly. The Frenchman glanced down at his wrist, then back at the boy holding it.

"Really? Because you seem to be making a whole lot of physical contact with someone you're not gonna strip for." Sealand instantly let go of the man's wrist and stood up.

"You know what? I don't care what you think. I'll never going to take of my clothes for you." And with that Sealand proceeded to leave the room.

"Ah, you never know mon cher. A lot of things of change under the influence of alcohol." France called after him. He then slumped back in his chair and looked at the Englishman sitting across from him.

"So, what about you?"

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