She wasn't old enough to drink. That was the first thing I thought when I stopped looking at the weapon and looked at the person holding it. She was a child. Nothing but a child.

"Come in."

I drew back. The girl closed the door behind her and forced me to go deeper into the living room, away from every door and window.

"You've got a phone, right? Give it to me."

I wasn't going to argue with an armed teenager. I gave it to her. She glanced at it with a grimace and made a comment in low voice about its high-end condition before dropping it at her feet and crush it with her peeled boots until it was no longer usable.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"Shut up."

"Who are you?" I repeated.

"Shut up! I'm the one who is going to end with centuries of tyranny. Long live the revolution!"

The world 'revolution' sounded so ridiculous in a brat like her, I thought, with her childish face which she tried to make up for filling her ears with earrings, putting eye shadow on and dressing in black. TILL THE WORLD ENDS, her T-shirt said.

"Alright, alright. Don't get nervous."

"You're the one who should be" she threatened me. "I called my brothers and sisters. They'll be here any moment now. And when they're here, we will destroy you."

Where were my bodyguards when I needed them the most? Oh, right, I told them to leave me alone and they did. I couldn't be more stupid...

"How did you get in?"

"That's not important."

"I'm surprised you didn't kill yourself, jumping from so high" I looked at her jeans, filled with dirt, and the bruise in one of her hands. This girl has jumped the fence, I thought, and ruined my rose bushes.

She gazed at the mess she had caused to herself and pressed her lips in embarrassment.

"Didn't I tell you to shut up?!"

"I don't know what you think what you think you're doing but if you leave now I won't press charges against you and nothing will happen to you."

"When this is over were will be no tribunals you can go to, nobody will pat your shoulder! You've been doing what you want for centuries, nobody stopping you, but now the people will claim what we-!"

"Can you at least be a little more original with the slogans?"

"How dare you talk to me like that?"

"I'm having a horrible week and I'll talk to you the way I want!"

"England" she contemptuously said. "The fuckingly proud England...Not even now that your end is near you can stop being cocky, eh?"

"We will see that."

"Sure. You can't just imagine the idyll coming to an end, right? Just like when you owned half of the globe. You didn't think you'd end up alone, did you?"

Even though the gun intimidated me, and more in the hands of a little person who had lots of mood swings at that age, that was starting to rub me the wrong way. I was having, as I said, a horrible week and the last thing I needed was having someone aiming at me with a gun and putting their finger on a sore spot as well.

"Look how he gets crossed" she smirked. "It always hurts to take you down a peg or two, eh?"

"Could you stick to threaten me with that gun? I'm not in the mood for this shit..."

"Well, you came to the wrong place to hide" the kid looked around her, even walked around to look at the painting, the sculptures, the photographs. "You do love yourself, man. Look at him, with Shakespeare..."

"That's the Earl of Essex. What about you open a History book before you speak?"

"Of course! A product made by you and your acolytes to clean your image! No, thanks!"

"Did you learn that word all by yourself or did you borrow it from the rhetoric of those twerps and murderers you follow?"

She aimed at me with the gun again and I shut up.

"I know lots of words, smartass! I go to the library all the time! I've read lots of books! That's how I learned that you, who pretend you are good guys, have done horrible things in the past!

"Didn't you say those were all lies?" I couldn't resist pointing out.

She blushed.

"Well, I mean, each country falsifies their own history and those they hate but...!"

"Yelling won't make you right" but I did want her to scream. That way sooner or later someone would hear her and come to my rescue. I was risking my neck, but if I provoked her a little more...

"I'm not yelling!" she probably realized she was talking too high and lowered her volume drastically. "Do you want me to put a bullet in your skull? Is that what you want?"

"Alright, calm down. I was only saying..."

"Good. Because I know you're alone."

She moved away from me for a moment to look through the window, almost as if she wasn't very sure of what she said.

"And another thing, we are not a bunch of murderers, okay?"

"You're pointing at me with a gun."

"But if you collaborate I won't use it."

"Huh. And what did Sealand do to you? Didn't he let you massacre his people?"

She couldn't hold my stare for long.

"All revolutions have their casualties, alright? There's nothing we can do. We killed one of yours, just like you're killing our people. Sacrifices...have to be made for the sake of humanity.

"What good can come from killing people who lived in a platform at sea, not bothering anybody?"

"He! Funny you mention that. You used to punish deserters and rebels to die tied up to a cannon and firing up...The concentration camps where you put the boer and the Kenyan people in Africa...Tortures in Aden, not so long ago...The hunger in Bengal and Ireland...

"I didn't take all those decisions."

"But you didn't do anything to stop it either. You loved it, right? Doing that to people. Seeing how others killed to maintain your power. That made you feel like a macho, am I right?"

"Sealand's people, Sealand himself, didn't even know you existed..."

"Well...maybe it was a mistake, but...!"

"Sure..."

"...And how do I know you didn't order it? Like Kennedy's death, Lady Di's, 9/11 and all that...

"I hope you're not being serious."

"We can't be sure of what you tell us. You're all a bunch of liars."

"But you believe all the bad things you hear, don't you, Sarah?"

She jumped, surprised that I knew her name. She noticed what my eyes were looking at, her wrist, and found out there was her name, written in a bracelet with square beads and silver and violet details. She quickly removed it, kept it inside of her leather jacket and kept on aiming at me.

"I'm warning you..."

She looked through the window again. Whoever her brothers were, they were notably late.