Sealand never seemed to leave me alone nowadays. All he ever wanted was to be recognized as a nation but I continued to refuse. That man will always be a child at heart no matter how grown up he has become over the years. If he wasn't so annoying then maybe I wouldn't hate him so much, yet he will always remain a principality. I won't call him anything else.
His red eyes glared at me through his black, windswept hair. One of his gloved hands tapped a pen repeatedly on the desk before him, a habit of his when he was frustrated. The many micronations around us talked about random issues such as population and resources but Sealand was in no mood to converse with them. I was his only focus. Of course I wasn't going to let him degrade me in such a rude manner. He knew that I hated to be stared at. But I remained smiling as the principality before me was most likely wishing that he could shoot arrows out of his eyes at mine.
"How's your family?"
My eye twitched, "None of your business."
Casually, Sealand leaned back in his chair, "Oh?" He asked.
"Just go off and pout some more, child." I knew he hated to be called a child for he's been one all his life. This angered Sealand, and his only response would be something about how intelligent and grown up he is. With a sigh, I pushed forward my cupcake tray, "You can take a cupcake with you as well."
"As if I want to take your drug-filled pastries! Anyone who eats that shit goes crazy!" Furious, he stood up and slammed his hands on the table, "Do you think I'm stupid?"
"…Yes."
"Why are you here anyways, England? The World Meeting just couldn't stand your pink hair and freaky freckles anymore?"
"I came because I am friends with most of these micronations."
"Well I'm not your friend," he whispered, "now get out."
"Excuse me?"
"Get. Out."
"Alright! Too-da-loo!" Laughing, I took my cupcake tray and waved goodbye as I headed towards the door.
It would truly lift the weight off my shoulders to see my happy family after a long day of work. I smiled in anticipation of seeing [girl name] standing right in front of me after the door was opened, wanting to be lifted into the air. Not too far away should be my loving wife, _, most likely cooking dinner by this time of day. Just the two girls I needed to see.
Once I opened the door, I saw my wife and daughter tied up on the floor. _ looked up at me with a worried look as [girl name] sobbed into her gag.
That was the last thing I saw before realizing that opening the door triggered a bomb.
Flames covered everything…
Three bodies dead…
Sealand smiled as he surveyed the scene, "Well well, what happened here?" Watching firemen and women running by, police investigating, and fire spreading, the micronation felt great. This was exactly what he hoped to happen.
For he planned it.
(Later that night)
France entered my hospital room, dressed up in a stupid red and blue outfit. He gave me a small smile and placed a photo album on my lap. "Angleterre, I don't know what gave you a memory loss and a whole new personality, but maybe this will jog your memory."
"Fobbish twit! I never had pink hair and bright blue eyes! You-" I looked down at the cover of the photo album, seeing someone who looks just like me with a woman and baby girl. Shakily I stroked the face of the woman as my lip quivered. So…Familiar…
And yet I knew that these three were somewhere happy together…
"Found it after the bombing of your house, thought you'd like it."
"That's strangely kind of you, Frog," I muttered, "thanks."