Tjueførste april:
Hutt River:
-Fifty years, and still not a nation! Hugh, the Micronation of Hutt River, lamented.
He knew there were micronations older than him that still hadn't gotten their Nation-status, or, like the man walking beside him, Giovanni, the Micronation of Seborga, had lost it.
-Yes, I know, said man said conciliatory, but perhaps this evening might get your mind off things.
-How so? They were walking together up a gravel path towards a building that the Micronations sometimes used as a meeting house.
Giovanni didn't say anything before he had his hand on the doorknob. Then he turned towards Hugh,
-Oh, you never know.
Then before Hugh could react, he grabbed his arm, opened the door, and shoved him in.
Hugh was greeted by a chorus of,
-Surprise!
Both from Giovanni standing behind him in the doorframe, and the rest of the Micronations stationed around tables of goodies and drinks. And over them, a banner that read,
From the Genius of Leonard Casley and the Guidance of his son Prince Graeme,
Hutt River
Author's notes:
I don't own Hetalia