War Extension

To end a war, there is the peace treaty. Nothing short of that can end the war on paper, so a state of war still exists without treaty. Some Nations would have neglected this symbolic gesture.

It is the year 1966, the height of the Cold War. Despite that, bilateral relations between Nations of opposing sides are still ongoing. Hence, England had invited Russia to his mansion (mainly because he could not trust Russia on his home turf).

Inside the mansion, Russia gazed around the fine materials the mansion was built from. The giant turned towards the Englishman.

"Da Comrade England, your house is so grand, but a bit cold…" Russia remarked, "At least not as cold as mine."

"Ah yes… this is but one of my other homes nearer to Scotland's border," England said, "I believe the weather here would be better for the both of us."

"And I won't allow you in my true mansion, lest you attempt espionage upon me, the founder of modern spying," England thought.

Suddenly, a figure darted out from the hallways and stopped right in front of Russia. Compared to the tallest of Nations, this child was only Russia's lower body. Despite this wide gap of height difference, the child stood erect and bold, as if he were a knight facing off a dragon. In his hand, he held a makeshift wooden sword. However, the most distinguishing feature of the child was the thick eyebrows to match his red hair.

"You must be Russia," the child claimed.

"Da, my little comrade," Russia answered cheerfully, "what is a little one doing here?"

"I am the township of Berwick-upon-Tweed, and we have a feud to settle!" the child declared, "Prepare for war!"

Berwick quickly poked the Russian with his toy sword, much to Russia's amusement. As far as Berwick could reach, his "weapon" could barely dent the thick coat Russia wore. England tried to pull the township away from the large Nation, much to his embarrassment.

"Berwick, Mr Russia is our guest," England said, "we cannot be rude to him."

"Back off, Iggy!" the township snapped, "I am in a state of war with him!"

"Us in war… you amuse me much, little comrade," Russia remarked, "Never in my years since Muscovy have I seen you."

"Crimean War," Berwick answered, "our queen signed the declaration as Queen of England, Scotland and Berwick-upon-Tweed. And we did not sign any peace treaty thingy, so we are still at war."

"Brat, you are under English rule," England exclaimed, "I represent you and I declare that you are not at war, not without my permission!"

"But Scotland always say how much of an idiot you are," Berwick cried, "Now unhand me! A true warrior will finish what you cannot accomplish!"

"He's a goner…" England thought, "no… if Russia really fights back, we are goners… What will the others say?"

"Arthur, because of you… I fought Russia and now, this nuclear winter…All the peace for nothing!"

"Ha, from now you will be part of the Sealandic Empire!"

As Berwick charged towards Russia, Russia bent down and held onto the township's head. Despite that, he tried stabbing into the Russian's face directly. England was becoming hysteric and shivering in his legs, stunt by his fear. Russia only laughed at the tiny township's attacks.

"I concede, how about a peace treaty," Russia remarked.

"So you have wizened up and know what you're dealing with!" Berwick proclaimed.

"What…" thought England, "I can't believe this…"

Both Russia and Berwick held out their right hands and they crossed each other's little finger. Meanwhile, England was hysteric and close to ripping off his eyebrows at this sight.

"He's my territory and he just gets a treaty with Russia," England thought.

"Da, now I need to speak with England," Russia said, "Come on now."

"Ah, oh yes…" England said.

England continued to lead Russia to the meeting room, and Berwick returned to his quarters.

"You were not taking Berwick seriously, right?" England wondered.

"Of course I took his word for it, Comrade England," Russia cheerfully said, "if the world must be one with Russia, there can't be unresolved wars, da."

Omake: Berwick and Sealand – Road Towards Independence

Meanwhile, Berwick had another uninvited guest in his home. It was the tiny offshore fort, Sealand. Berwick quickly sat down to speak with him.

"Berwick, you look cheerful," Sealand remarked.

"Of course, I just got recognised by Russia, one of the superpowers of the day," Berwick proclaimed, "he conceded to my might and sued peace with me."

"So you are as good as a real country now," Sealand deduced, "acknowledge me, Sealand!"

"Ha, you don't even have a history or a separate entity of the United Kingdom," Berwick replied, "Why should I?"

"At least tell me your secret!" Sealand cried, "Wait… if I declare war against a powerful country and get a peace treaty from him, then it should work. Thank you! You will see me in a World Conference!"

Some days later…

Berwick was watching some shows on the TV, when a sudden announcement came along.

"We interrupt you from the scheduled programme for this special report. Some kid was reported to have begun a brawl in the White House, bypassing federal security in the process. According to sources released by the CIA, he apparently assaulted Special Agent Alfred F. Jones, a government official of the United States. The identity of the attacker is still unverified, but he is now under the custody of the CIA. Only known data in regards to him is that he is pre-adolescent and has bushy eyebrows."

"Sealand…" Berwick remarked, "Why I am not surprised… Iggy should be flying to America by now."

Original Character Profile

Name: Robert Kirkland

Represents: Berwick-upon-Tweed

Age: 11

Gender: Male

Birthday: Nil (not even independent)

Appearance: Bears a resemblance to England, but has red hair instead. Carries a wooden sword as a form of "weapon" at times

Berwick-upon-Tweed lies in the historic border between England and Scotland, causing it to be the object of much war before the rise of the United Kingdom. This caused the township to believe himself as a separate entity from the two, despite having no history of any sort of independence.

He was known to be in a state of war against Russia since the Crimean War, which no one realised or took it seriously. He relates to Scotland well since the Act of Union and is known to pull pranks on England regularly. He also gets along with Sealand, but aghast at his attempts for independence.

England: I am an independent entity from you!

Sealand: He's just too irrational…

Scotland: He's my idol in many ways.