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Welcome to the World Icaria!

Gilbert was punching the shit out of Antonio. Until he heard this totally unawesome 'thud' did he turn to look behind him. He turns around to see a young girl. Her hair was a long curly blonde that reached the heels of her feet. Gilbert started to approach her only to stand still. He stopped dead in his tracks after a glance at her face. Her eyes were what made Gilbert stare. Her eyes were just as red as his own were. As she was rubbing her rear end from the pain, Gilbert swiftly grabs her collar. He also noticed that his sword was in her hands.

Francis was getting ready to punch the shit out of Prussia when a loud 'thud' startled him. He knew Angleterre's men were violent, but he didn't think they were that violent! "I really need to have a talk with my little lapin about his past of being a pirate." Francis thought. However, that wasn't the case. France turned around to see a little girl. He saw her rubbing her sore bottom. Francis's notices a tree branch has fallen on the ground. Gilbert had walked up to her. France dusted himself off and saw her red eyes and tan skin. He suddenly stopped walking in her direction. Her long curly blonde hair made him stare. Her hair was just like his, if not even finer and thicker. As she was rubbing her butt, France saw Gilbert apprehend her by the collar. He saw his long travel coat unevenly buttoned on her body.

Landing a punch on Francis's jaw, Antonio was about to kick him in the back when a loud 'thud' stopped him. Antonio froze, thinking it was an ambush or even a gun! He turned around and saw no one behind him. Spain kept looking around till his gaze landed on a small little girl rubbing her ass. He also noticed the huge tree branch that had fallen. "I bet she had fallen out of the tree, and that would explain the 'thud' then." Antonio thought. Spain went towards her with Francis. He stopped in his steps. Antonio saw her red eyes and long blonde curly hair. Her skin was why he couldn't look away. Her skin was as tan as his and even then, her body build had a little muscle to it as well. As she was rubbing her ass, Antonio saw Gilbert grab her by her collar and hold her up by his midsection. Antonio walks up to her. Spain saw his hat on her head. "She looks so cute!" Antonio thought.

Gilbert's grip was rough on her collar. The other two were blocking her left and right so escape was impossible. She heard a throat being cleared. Gilbert shook her a bit to get her attention. "Let me go!" She shouts angrily. "BE QUIET!" Gilbert bellowed. She shuts her mouth as he yelled, "This guy is scary!" She thought. Gilbert was the first to end the silence. "Please explain to all of us as to why you have our stuff in your possession?" Gilbert asked fuming. Francis crossed his arms over his chest in anger. "I just took them, I didn't know they were that important to you, I honestly didn't even know what they were when I saw them." She admitted. "I just wanted to be a pirate too." She muttered sadly. Francis was the second to pitch in. "Well stealing is very wrong young lady, you shouldn't take things that DO NOT belong to you!" He scolded. "I'm sorry." She said scared. "Where are your parents? I am more than sure they would discipline you for your bad behavior." Francis asked. "I don't have any." She said. "What are parents?" She thought. "You don't have parents?" Antonio gasped. "No, I don't know what that is, I woke up in a small hut off on the beach. Half of the things and stuff I have seen…. Well I have no idea what they are!" She yelped. Francis felt bad for her until he noticed something in her side pocket of his cloak. "What is that in your pocket?" Francis asked. She was confused until she reached in her pocket and pulls out the pistol from last night. By accident, she shots it in the air between Francis and Antonio. They gaped at the gun shot and covered their heads, she still felt the tight grip on my collar. "Whoa! Nice try brat, unlike those two I don't easily flinch to guns being shot." Gilbert smirked. Inside though, he was shaking. "What did I do?" She asked surprised. She however got no answer from the three. "I'll take that." Francis said emptying the holster after recovering his soul back to his body.

"How did you even get a hold of a gun?" Antonio questioned. France took a closer look at the gun and anger returns to his face. "This is one of Angleterre soldier's gun, the engrave he uses for all of them is right here!" Francis gaped pointing at the handle. "First our things, then a gun?" Gilbert snarled. Gilbert looked at her face and saw little crumbs of fruit. He snapped. "Did you steal apples from my men's food supplies?" Gilbert asked shocked. "Fick dich!" She shouts and spat on his face. She had no idea what it meant but she knew it was insulting. The look of Gilbert's face was seething in rage. "Oh my god." Francis gaped. "Holy shit." Antonio grimaced. After a few minutes, Gilbert recovered himself. "You'll regret that brat." Gilbert threatened. He let go of her collar and she was about to make a break for it when he grabbed her ear. Twisting it harshly. "Ow! Let me go!" She yelped as a hand slaps her butt. Hard. She whimpered at the sting in her rear, He pulls her to the large tree branch that had fallen and placed her over his lap. Lifting up her shirt, he removed her shorts and panties.

Francis was nodding in approval. Once in a while he too had to deal with his sons, sometimes it was one, and sometimes it was both. Antonio smirked and thought back to when Romano would push his buttons just enough to earn himself a tanning with a switch. Gilbert smacked her rear heatedly without any hesitation. Gilbert had done this many times to Ludwig when the boy misbehaved, and he always used his belt just like his Vati did. Her ass was becoming a bright pink at each smack he brought down. "Your mean!" She cried out in pain. Gilbert slapped her as hard as he could for that little remark. She whimpered loudly letting the tears fall. Smacks and cries were what you heard, and it got worse when Gilbert took off his belt and folded it over. She thought it was over until a harsh smack hit her ass. She cries at the pain in her rear. "You will count them! Start now!" Gilbert scolded. Smack! "One!" She muttered. Smack! Smack! Pop! "Two ow! Three…Four!" She cried out. Smack! Smack! "Five! Ah! Six! Ow!" She whines. Whack! Smack! Pop! Pop! Whack! "Seven! Ugh! Eight! Ouch! Nine! Ow! Ten…. Eleven!" She holds back a breath. Smack! "TWELVE!" She yelps. It was more of a scream then a word, Gilbert didn't stop and he knew the child needed this. Gilbert put his belt down and continued doing the punishment with his hand.

Gilbert thought it would be best to begin his lecture now. Gilbert gave a look to both of his friends. Francis saw the look in his eyes and took out his whip handing it to Gilbert. Antonio broke off a switch for Gilbert to use. The child had stolen from all three of them so the punishment had to be fair. "Do you steal from others?" Gilbert lectured. Smack! Pop! "NO!" She yelped. "Do you use a gun to get out of trouble?" Whack! Pop! Smack! "NO!" She cried. "Then listen closely! If you ever so much as steal again I WILL BEAT YOUR ASS HARDER THAN THIS TO THE POINT YOU CAN'T WALK!" Gilbert scolded loudly. Her ass was a bright red now. Gilbert took the switch and carefully examined it then brought it down with a loud POP! She screamed in pain. Smack! Pop! Smack! Whack! Swoosh! She kept crying, "It hurts! It hurts!" She whines. Putting the switch down after about ten strokes, he stands up with the girl in his arms. Gilbert sits her down on the log. Gilbert grabs the whip and looks at her sternly. "Stand up NOW!" Gilbert ordered. She flinched and barely was able to stand. "Hands on the tree!" Gilbert commanded. She placed her hands on the tree. There was a silent swoosh then Whack! "Ow!" She thought. Smack! Whack! Pop! Swoosh! Pop! Gilbert kept going with the whip until he reached ten smacks and set it down. After a while, he walked towards his friends and they all stared at her. She was crying her eyes out.

"Come here now and pull your clothes up!" Gilbert ordered. She did what she told. Her ass was burning and she slowly walked up to all three of them like a cute child holding a teddy bear. She was expecting to be hit again. …She wasn't expecting this. Gilbert picked her up and hugged her close to his chest. She cries softly in his chest and the other two joined in on the hug. After everyone calmed down, she leads them to her hut. "Wow it is so alluring!" Antonio admired. After Francis looked around he gazes at the little girl. "You said you woke up here?" Francis asked, kneeling to her eye level. She took protection by hiding in Gilberts leg. She trusted him more because he made her feel safe in his big arms. "…. Yes." She says. Francis chuckles and puts the hood of his cloak over his head. "Gilbert, I believe she's a nation." Antonio said. Gilbert looked around and agreed with Antonio. "I mean she has no memory of this generation and has no parents, plus look at this place, it has to be thousands of years old by now." Antonio explained. Thinking over a few more facts he kneels to the girl. "Hey let me see your hand." Gilbert asked. She didn't know why but she showed him her hand. Gilbert took out a small knife, and looked her in the eyes.

"This might hurt a bit but I want to see how fast it heals." Gilbert explained. She understands and the knife's sharp blade pierces her tan skin. Ow. A few drops of blood came out and after mere seconds it heals completely. "Amazing, so she is a nation." Antonio gaped. "Yeah, hey do you know your name?" Gilbert asked. She shook her head no. "Hey Gilbert think about this, her hair is like Francis' her eyes match your own, and her skin is as tan as my own, I wonder if by our wars and fighting, we somehow created her." Antonio said. "I mean Romano's and Italy's youngest brother was created by a piece of art and Sealand is an old military fort Angleterre made during his own battles." Francis said. Gilbert understood, first her skin heals in seconds then she wakes up in this place. "This is a place that no one has used to create a life of a micronation yet." Gilbert thought it through.

After taking some time to think, Gilbert agrees and places the little girl in the middle of the three. "What you are is a micronation created by the wars consistent of us three. Which means you are our daughter!" All three cheered. "I'm a micronation?" She thought. "You need a name and it should consists of all of us." Francis said. "Hey, how about Catherine? It means pure and innocence to the new world." Gilbert said out of the blue. They both smiled at him, it was rare to see his soft side. "I wonder what micronation she is?" Francis asked. Antonio took in his surroundings. Gilbert took a few theories in mind. "You know this land has a mythological background to it. A lot of the people around these parts talked about a place called Icaria." Antonio said. They both looked at him, telling him to keep going. "This is where Ikaros fell and was buried. According to mythology, after flying too close to the sun when escaping from Crete with his father Daedalus, he was punished. Since then the island was named after the son he would have had with a human, his name Icaria, and the sea around it is the Icarion Sea. It can be sometimes very stormy. Often islanders when traveling from Piraeus to the Dodecanese are aware that in the area, they will certainly find some rough sea vogue." Antonio explained.

"Catherine, I have a question to ask you." Gilbert spoke softly kneeling down to her level. "This place, is your home, and what I'm about to ask might be strange of me…. Catherine would you like to come with all of us? To our home?" Gilbert asked. The man held out his hand towards her own. "…. Yes." Catherine softly says.

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