"Germany! Germanyyy!"
"I'm trying to work." Germany said to the frightened Italian. "This had better be important."
"I saw-"
"If you saw a koala bear in your room and it scared you, you can thank Australia."
"No, no! I saw a Pictonian outside!"
"This again…"
"It really is this time! Come look!"
Reluctantly, Germany followed the Italian outside (or he would be following if following were backwards and the person leading was behind you, hiding). "Where is it?"
"Over there! In that bush!" And sure enough, a white head was poking out of the bush.
"Nein! I will not have my planet taken over again!" Germany drew a gun out of nowhere and shot.
POP!
"Heeeeeey," a young boy's voice whimpered, gripping a deflated balloon and peeking above the bush, "what was that for?"
"Germany, it's still alive!"
"Dummkoph, it's only Sealand."
"Oh, hey, it is! What's he doing here?"
"I'm glad you asked! I'm looking for my fellow micronation called Reichsbürger, um, bewegung! You couldn't tell me where to find him, could you?" Sealand piped, and Germany sighed indignantly.
"Go home."
Germany doesn't recognize Reichsbürgerbewegung as anything.
And according to spell check Sealand isn't recognized as a word either.