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"England is always telling me that I'll never be a country, but I'll show him! One day when I grow big and strong he'll see how wrong he was!" The boy nodded vigorously.

He had been talking her ears off for at least an hour now. It was the same general stuff: England was a jerk, everyone ignored him, and he was going to be a large country one day. Belarus was sick of hearing it and the more the boy talked the less scared he was looking.

"Oh, look! It's not raining anymore Belarus! Do you want to go and look around my country?" The little boy in sailor's dress asked.

She had two choices. She could say no, stay here, and have her mind slowly stolen away by the childish babble of the ребенок; or she could say yes and go listen to the same general shit outside.

"Da. Let us go before the rain starts again."
Maybe she'd get lucky and the wind would drown out his voice. Or even better, he would slip in a puddle and be knocked unconscious.

The conditions outside were not much improved by the absence of the rain. It was still remarkably windy; and though it had stopped falling from the sky, there was still water everywhere.

"This is the south side of my country. See that wall over there? With all the black marks? That's from when my country caught on fire one day. That was scary, but thankfully nobody died!"

She wasn't lucky, and Sealand was permitted to talk the entire time. The entire trip around the micronation took about an hour. It would have taken less time if Sealand hadn't insisted on pointing out every little detail on every single wall they passed. He had also felt the need to take ten minutes to explain his flag's design. By the end of the tour, Belarus was about ready to stab the boy and be done with it, but she figured that wouldn't improve her relationship with Russia.

"Are we finally done? Хорошо. Your words had become knives in my brain. Perhaps I should take one out and stab you with it?"

She almost laughed at the sudden flash of fear in Sealand's face. It was way too fun to scare the child.

"Y-Yes! We're done now Bela! I just want to show you one more thing really fast. Okay?"

What had the ребенок called her? Bela? Only her family called her that. He had no permission to call her by such a name. She drew her knife, deciding that a little more fear would get the point across nicely.
"Don't call me Bela. Only my future husband and my sister can call me that. I will let you off this time, but next time…"

"Y-Yes Belarus! I won't call you that ever again! Just let me go get the thing I wanted to show you before you kill me!" The boy said quickly. He appeared scared for his life. This would be a fun week.

He had seconds to make sure she didn't kill him. Running into his room, Sealand grabbed the box he had prepared a few days ago. After Latvia left, he had gotten bored and had made a gift for Belarus. It was something that would force her to recognize him as his own country. He ran back to the violent girl who was waiting outside his home.

"What the hell is that?" She asked, slipping the knife into her pocket.

"I-It's a present I made for you." He shoved it into her hands and took several steps back, hoping it would put him out of range if she got upset.

She opened the box slowly, as if fearing him putting a trap inside of it. When she finally saw what was inside she gasped. Her mouth hung open as she pulled out his gift. In her hands was a little doll of Russia, made of yarn. She dropped the box and hugged the toy close to her. Sealand was relieved. He wasn't going to be killed.

And then Belarus got a suspicious look on her face. That sent Sealand's paranoia meter all the way to the top.

"Why does a ребенок have a doll of my Russia? Is it because he maybe loves him?"

"Ah! N-No B-Belarus! I made it for you! I don't love Russia! He scares me!"

"And why would a ребенок be making me a doll?"

"W-Well… I was going to give it to you at the next world meeting. And m-maybe you would start acknowledging me as my own country. I thought that if you acknowledged me then other countries might too, and then I wouldn't be ignored all the time."

Belarus's facial expression was hard to read. She looked confused. Maybe she was plotting to kill him? Whatever it was, he figured now might be a good time to back away from the pretty but dangerous Belarus.

Belarus was confused. That damn ребенок was the source of her confusion. Fuck him. Fuck him until the boy's sailor outfit was bloody and his skin was bruised. His pain would make her happy.

But she'd also feel a little bad about it. Not very much, but a little maybe.

He had flirted with Russia at the meeting, trying to steal him away. Now he was swearing he didn't love her brother. He had made a beautiful doll of her love, but had given it to her. The boy was swearing that all he wanted was to be noticed, but she doubted that. The boy had another plan up his sleeve. Didn't he?

Belarus's mind was wretched away from her thoughts when she heard a loud yelp and a splash. Someone had fallen into the ocean. Who though?

"Sealand? Who was that that just fe…?" She trailed off, realizing the boy wasn't there.

The splash had been made by Sealand falling into the ocean.

No Bela! You can't fuck Sealand, he's only 12!

Cliffhanger time! Yay!

TRANSLATIONS:

Ребенок- Child

Хорошо- Good