"We should really get started heading out of here if we want to find all these guys in a decent amount of time." I said. It also means I can get rid of him faster, thank goodness!

"Okay~!" He replies in a little sing song voice, that I honestly have to find adorable, no matter how much I want to be bugged by it.

So I make my way over to the heavy wooden door, which leads to the front garden, with Peter skipping along beside me. I open the door, with a sight that reminds me that I have yet to receive my driveway. I gesture for him to go out first but he shakes his head, takes the door handle and says "Ladies first!"

I'm shocked. The only person to ever hold the door open for me was big brother Australia, and he was playing a prank on me every time he did it until I caught on, so I'm a bit suspicious at first, so I cautiously walk through the doorway into the front garden, and am relieved and flattered that he was not simply pulling a fast one.

Once we hit the path leading out to the car, he catches up after locking the door and strides beside me, whistling a tune I've never heard before when Seborga suddenly falls out of my tree, dripping in…

Ketchup?

Peter jumps, clearly startled by the strange boy falling out of my tree, and I couldn't say any less about myself until I really think about it. I sigh as I say "Seborga,"

"Yes?" he replies

"Are you stalking me again?"

"Well, you must realize your natural, youthful beauty Alyson*!"

"Oh dear Lord…" I groan, shaking my head in disbelief of what he just said.

"Hey," Peter begins to say "Wasn't he on our list of friends to make?"

"Yes, yes he was" I confirm to him. He has a name for the list of micronations now? "List of friends to make"? I go along with it, slightly shaking my head a bit more.

"So Seborga," Peter says "How'd you like to be friends with us?"

"It's Romeo," he replies "but yeah, sure kid. Just help get me down and let me wash off first"

Peter and I help him down from the tree and show him inside. As we re-enter the foyer, Romeo turns to me with a perverted smirk that almost reminds me of the time I met Francis and he tried to flirt with my brother. Not me, the girl, but my brother, and I can't say I was jealous, to be honest.

"What?" I ask, prepared for any answer he could possibly give.

"How 'bout you join me in there when I clean off?" he says in his not so subtle 'wink wink nudge nudge' voice.

"No, Romeo," I sigh "You will be perfectly fine in there by yourself."

He sighs and mopes away to the guest bathroom, obviously disappointed that he didn't succeed in 'getting lucky' with a barely legal girl nation. He's been telling me I'm pretty and hanging out in my tree for a few months now, but he's no more than a nuisance.

But honestly, the ketchup confused even me. I shrug, figuring he must be mixing it up, trying to be kinky. It didn't work.

Peter and I go back to the table and check Seborga off the list of micronations, that I refuse to call the "list of friends to make".

"Yay!" he exclaims "That was easy!"

"So our next stop is Molossia, then" I confirm, ignoring his optimism. I guess it's nice to have someone positive around, but I've always seen myself as more of a realist.

"Yup!" Peter replies in an excited, even childishly so, voice.

Seborga came out of the bathroom, ruffling his hair with a towel. I observed that he had borrowed some of the clothes I leave for big brother Australia, just in case we go on some adventure that results in our clothes being caked with mud. I sigh as I think, 'Those are the good times'. The shirt was loose, slightly exposing his chest and the pants were being held up by a ridiculously tight belt. As I find myself blushing, I remember his personality and snap right back to reality.

"Alright," I announce to the two boys "We ought to get going if we want to get to Molossia's house in a decent amount of time."

"What?!" Seborga's voice rings out in the echoey walls of my home. Peter jumps at the sudden and loud sound.

"Do you need to do something?" I say as I grit my teeth into a fake smile.

"My hair isn't fixed!" he exclaims. I roll my eyes as he says "What if we run into someone for me to impress, ifyaknowwhatImean?"

"Then they will have to wait." I state, crossing my arms firmly. I then turn on my heel and strut toward the front door with Peter following behind. I stop and turn back to Seborga, raise an eyebrow, and ask;

"You coming?"

He sighs and nods, throwing the damp towel into the bathroom. Upon passing me and seeing Peter skipping away into the garden, he lowers his voice, gives me a side glance and tells me, "You know you look really cute when you raise an eyebrow like that." I smirk and give him a playful punch on the arm as I tell him to get out.

As I turn on the stone pathway leading into the garden to lock the door, it sets in that I'm leaving my home. I mean, it's not like I haven't before, with all the adventures I have with big brother, but I'm just not used to having friends to go out with.

I hesitate, tense as I grip the key. Should I do this? I think. A moment later, I whip the key to the right, pull it out and jog to catch up with the boys.

"Um, Alyson?" Peter looks questioningly at me, furrowing his abnormally large eyebrows.

"Yes?"

"How will we get to Molossia's house?"

Well crap. I guess I didn't think it that far through, and I start to prepare myself to admit that I don't know when Seborga reminds me—

"We could take my dad's** plane!"

Oh yeah! Upon hearing this, even I find myself with a childish smile on my face. There are perks to being friends with a pervert, I suppose!

As we start to head out of the garden into what would be my driveway, I round the corner and see that the plane is parked in my field.

I should really get out more.

AUTHOR'S NOTES:

*I will be using Alyson for Wy's human name in this story.

**Yes, I support Seborga being the product of Itacest, and yes someone gave N. Italy a plane. (WHO DOES THAT?!)

MAH GAWD~! I wrote a decently sized chapter! So now that the micronations have one country checked off their "List of Friends to Make", how will it work out getting Molossia in?