A small boy dressed in a sailor's outfit walks up the stone path to a Victorian style house and knocks on the door. He steps back and waits, shifting impatiently. With an exasperated sigh, he grasps the door handle and pushes, causing the door to swing open. Without a single hesitation, he walks right in. He comes to a halt in the foyer, a strange feeling washing over him.
"England?" he calls out apprehensively. His boyish British accent echoes down the empty hallways. He sighs quietly and walks down to the kitchen, expecting to find England there. "Engl-oh, a note," he says, walking over the the small, round table where a small square of paper lay. "It's for me!" he exclaims, picking up the note and reading it...
Sealand,
I am at a World Conference. Stay out of my stuff. I will be back this evening.
England
"But the World Conference ended three days ago!" Sealand exclaims, re-reading the note.
"What about the Word Conference, laddy?" a Scottish accented voice says. Sealand looks up and meets the green eyes of England's older brother Scotland.
"England left this note," Sealand starts, handing Scotland the note. "He obviously wrote it on the day of the World Conference 3 days ago. That means that he never returned!"
"Are you sure that he's not staying over at someone's house?" Scotland remarks, giving Sealand back the note.
"Of course I'm sure, you bastard! I'll...I'll find him!" Sealand exclaims, shoving the note in his pocket and running out the door. Scotland watches Sealand go before shaking his head and making a noise of disgust. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a murky green cell, flipping it open with a jerk of his wrist. With his other hand he punches in a series of numbers before placing the cell to his ear.
"Oi, Wales, is Ireland there with you?... Good. Bring him and meet me inside Big Ben... Why? Because I say so!" he snaps, flipping the phone closed and shoving it back in his pocket. Pivoting on his heel, he turns and strides out of the kitchen door.
~Back on Sealand's 'country'~
Sealand sighs in frustration, ending his call to Latvia. His Baltic friend wasn't answering his phone. Just like Sweden, Finland, and Stormfire. "Something's wrong, I just know it!" he exclaims, punching in the number of his friend Wy. "Wy, it's Sealand. Have you seen England lately?...England's missing and the others won't answer their phones...That's great! Meet me at the Conference building...ok!" Sealand exclaims happily, hanging up the phone only to have it start ringing again. He picks up the phone and presses it to his ear. "Hello?...No, England's missing too...Meet me at the Conference building!" he says, hanging up.
~In the Conference building~
Sealand enters the room with Seborga and sees Wy and Seychelles bent over something on the table. "Hey, what are you looking at?"
"A note from Stormfire," Wy says, handing Sealand the note. Sealand scans the note, reading softly.
The other nations and I have gone to look for Greece. His cat has told us he is missing. Be back as soon as we can. Just wait for us.
Stormfire
"No, not another note," Sealand says, worry in his voice.
"'Not another note'? What do you mean?" Seborga asks, looking over at Sealand.
"England left a note too. It said that he'd be back after the World Conference. That was three days ago!" Sealand remarks, pulling the crumpled note out of his pocket, smoothing it out, and handing it to Seborga. The room was silent as the three other micronations read the note.
"We should go look for them!" Seychelles says, handing the note back to Sealand. "They obviously went to Greece, so we should go there too!" Seeing no disagreement, Seychelles leads the other micronations out of the Conference building.