"Didn't England say something about a river?" Sealand asked as he and Bruce approached a long running stream.
The seagull tilted his head to look up at the miconation.
"Oh, that's right," the small country corrected himself, "you weren't there."
"Squawk?"
"Well, I don't know why you weren't there," Sealand sighed. "Do you think we should follow this river?"
The bird looked at him questionably. How would Bruce know? He's just a stupid seagull that instigated the destruction of every map, phone, or address Sealand was given.
"Well, I'm pretty sure England said something about following a river to France's house." Sealand stared at the river. "But, Belgium said France's house was just a few blocks away, and didn't mention anything about a river."
"Squawk?"
"I don't know. Should we follow this river or not?" Sealand set the basket on the ground and sat down. "England said that there would be a river."
Bruce flew off his shoulder, and joined Sealand in sitting on the ground.
Sealand picked up a rock. "I'm just not sure," Sealand said examining the rock. "We could end up more lost than we already are."
The bird looked at him questionably again. Bruce didn't know what was going on, or why the micronation randomly decided to stop moving. Or why Sealand was examining a stupid rock. He was just a pointless bird that couldn't comprehend anything.
Sealand threw his rock into the river. "Well, what do we got to lose? We're already extremely lost already. I doubt that we could get more lost."
"Squawk?"
"Yeah, you're right we still need to delivery the stupid gift basket." Sealand picked up another rock. "So, I guess I shouldn't be saying 'what do we got to lose"."
Sealand threw the new rock into the river. The rock skipped three times before it sunk and disappeared into the stream. Sealand sighed and picked up another rock.
"I really don't know, Bruce." The small country tossed the new rock. It skipped four times before it sunk. "Should we risk becoming more lost? Or should we just give up?"
"Squawk!" The seagull left the ground and landed back on the micronation's shoulder.
"You're right!" Sealand stood up from the ground.
The bird tilted his head to look at the micronation's face with uncertainly. He wasn't sure what the small country was claiming he was right about.
"Giving up doesn't get me recognized as a country." Sealand picked back up the basket he needs to deliver. "If I want to be a country I got to take chances, make mistakes, and get messy!"
"Squawk!" Bruce said in agreement. Well, it could be thought of as agreement. Bruce is just a bird that really doesn't know what's going on.
"We shall follow this stream!" The small country pointed to the river. "And it shall take us to France's house! There we shall delivery whatever this is supposed to be!" Sealand lifted the basket higher, to add effect to his motivation speech. "And then I shall be recognized as a country!"
Bruce just looked at him with a dumb expression. Sealand began walking along the stream. His pace was slightly faster than it was when he was walking through the village.
"Isn't this great, Bruce," Sealand whispered to the bird on his shoulder. The micronation was whispering, because it seemed like a good thing to do after he gave a dramatic speech. "I'm going to be recognized as a country!" he squealed whispering.
Bruce just looked at him weird. The seagull was still not sure what was going on.
"I've been dreaming of this my whole life."
"Squawk?"
"Okay, I might have had a few horrible nightmares about a pizza cutter chasing me through this box factory that makes purple and pink boxes to hold refrigerators," Sealand corrected himself. "But other than that, I've been dreaming of becoming a country my whole life."
The bird just gave him the same dumb expression. Sealand was weird. Who has a recurring dream of being chased in a box factory, anyway?
"I really can't wait until we make it to France's house. Do you think France will open the basket at the door, and let me see what it is?" the small nation asked the bird. "I really want to know what the England is giving France."
"Squawk! Squawk! Squawk!" Bruce flew off Sealand's shoulder and landed on the basket he was caring.
"I can't open it," Sealand protested. "England told me not to. If I opened it France will be able to tell, and he will tell England that I broke the rule. And then I won't be recognized as the country I deserve to be recognized as!"
"Squawk!"
The micronation sighed. "Trust me, Bruce, France has a keen eye for design. He was able to tell that I opened my Birthday present early a few years ago."
"Squawk?" Bruce left his spot on the basket and landed back on Sealand's shoulder.
"Well, I didn't make it that obvious looking. I found the wrapping paper he used and rewrapped it. He just noticed that I put the tape on the wrong side."
"Squawk! Squawk! Squawk!"
"Well, I don't know if France has seen this basket before or not. I guess he won't notice if I opened it." Sealand shrugged. "No wait, that's a bad idea! If France has seen the basket before, I won't be able to be recognized as a country."
Bruce just stared at him. The bird was slightly wondering if there was food in that basket. The seagull was always hungry, and any type food (except walnuts) would be really good right now.
Sealand sighed. "I'm sorry, Bruce, its just too risky. I'm really curious too, but it's just not worth it if it'll cost me becoming a country."
Bruce gave him the puppy dog eyes. The pointless seagull really wanted to know if there was food in that basket. Food would be awesome. Bruce would eat anything that wasn't a walnut.
"Well, maybe I could give it a little peek." Sealand up his hand on top of the basket. "I don't think he would notice if I-"
The micronation cut himself off. Up ahead, in plain sight, was the showiest house he had every seen. It had flowers and lights all over it. It was like the house was saying, "Look at me and gaze upon my beauty! I am the house that puts all the other houses to shame!"
"France's house!" Sealand cried moving his hand away from the basket. "That was the right stream! We made it!"
And with that the little micronation, and the stupid pointless seagull began running towards the house.
A/N
It's been awhile since I've updated this story. Sorry. I'll try to finish this whole thing before Lent starts. Since I'm giving up the Internet for Lent.
And yes, there was a Magic School Bus reference in there.
Please, point out any grammar mistakes.
