It's the Micronation Special!

Baughston, the Republic of Molossia

The micronations of Sealand, Wy, and Seborga knocked on the door of their fellow micronation's home, Molossia.

"Hello? Molossia! We're here!" Sealand shouted as he banged on the door. "Come on, open up!" His fist pounded on the wooden door, echoing throughout the entire house.

"Quit it!" Wy snapped, "Can't you knock a little softer?"

"But the whole point of knocking is to get the person's attention," Sealand said.

Wy groaned. "Yeah, but you know how Molossia is," She put a hand on Sealand's shoulder. "Let's be a bit more patient."

They soon heard the sound of footsteps running from inside the house. The door flew open, and there stood Molossia, imposing as ever. "What the hell are you guys doing here?" He demanded.

"We are here to stay over your house for the weekend!" Sealand declared. "It's so we as micronations can improve our relations."

Molossia stood there for a minute. "Oh, so that's what Nevada was talking about," He muttered. He straightened up. "Alright, whatever. Come on inside."

"Wow, I think this is the first time we've been inside your house!" Sealand shouted as he jumped onto the couch.

Molossia scratched his head. "Yeah yeah. Well, I know things aren't exactly tidy around here." He said.

Wy began to rummage through the trash that piled up on the floor. "What the-" She picked up a duffel bag, where an entire pack of Pokémon cards fell out. She then pulled out a bag of plastic spoons. "Why do you have random things strewn around?" She asked.

Molossia sighed. "Those are things Nevada picked up from the casinos and gave to me. He takes stuff from all the gamblers that wander around," He explained.

Wy's eyes narrowed as she pulled out a bra. "Really? Why is there a phone number and a message that reads 'Call me later' on one of the cups?" Her eyes narrowed as she glanced at Molossia.

However, it was Seborga who answered as he patted Wy's shoulder. "Sometimes, when men feel lonely-" He gave a bright smile as he let the sentence run off, and Wy gave him a look of disgust.

Wy and Sealand were on the sofa playing video games, while Seborga and Molossia were talking on the porch.

"Why did you guys all decide to just crash at my place?" Molossia asked.

Seborga shrugged. "It was Sealand's idea. You know how spontaneous he is," He replied, "Though he did mutter something about 'England that bastard'..."

Molossia nodded. "Your wasting my time. I have more important things to do than to babysit-" His eyes widened as he noticed the man approaching his house.

The man was tall and had short, black curly hair as well as a curved moustache. He wore a rather expensive looking suit, with a blue sash. He stumbled over to the very surprised Molossia and Seborga.

"Can-can I crash at your place for the night?" He hiccupped in a heavy, slurred Russian accent. Molossia looked at him in shock. "What? Who are you?"

"Doesn't matter, I'm going to sleep," The man declared before falling to the ground, snoring loudly.

Molossia and Seborga looked at each other. "What the hell?" They exclaimed in unison.

"So what the hell do we do with him?" Molossia said in exasperation, looking at the sleeping man. He and Seborga had brought him inside and plopped him on the couch.

"We interrogate and torture him!" Sealand suggested.

Wy looked at him with horror. "What? No!" She shouted, before turning to Molossia. "Let's wait until he wakes up for now." She advised.

"Maybe we can see who he is," Seborga said as he reached for the man's pockets.

Molossia swatted his hand away. "Don't do that!" He hissed.

Seborga looked at him. "I don't see anything wrong with it," He said.

The man's groan caught everybody by surprise. They all turned to see the man rub his eyes. He yawned and sat up. He turned his head to face all the micronations. "Well, what are you doing?" He asked in his Russian accent. "Why don't you make tea or something?"

Molossia was aghast. "You! Who the hell do you think you are?" He shouted.

The man smirked. "I am much more than you, I am sure." He replied, "I know about you micronations."

"You are a micronation as well?" Sealand perked up. The man nodded. "Da, yes. I am the Imperial Throne," He introduced himself.

Sealand jumped up in excitement. "I am Sealand! And she is Wy, and the suave-looking man is Seborga! And the man over there is Molossia!" He quickly rattled off, all the while the man nodded.

"Imperial Throne...That's a very pompous name," Wy observed.

Imperial Throne chuckled. "Well, that's because I have the right to be," He answered.

"That reminds me, I've seen you somewhere," Seborga piped up. "Like in a painting."

Sealand squinted his eyes. "You're right," He declared, "I have seen you before. In old painting in England and Sweden's houses."

Imperial Throne arched his eyebrows. "Oh, you know England and Sweden? I used to be friends with England, eternal enemies with Sweden. I used to be known as the Russian Empire," He said.

Everybody's jaws dropped. "Russian Empire?" Wy demanded, "As in, the Russian Empire?"

Imperial Throne nodded. "Yup. I used to be one of the most powerful countries in the world."

"But what about the revolution in 1917?" Seborga asked.

Imperial Throne laughed. "You think a few Bolsheviks could kill me? Nyet, I was still alive and kicking, fighting the Reds throughout the Civil War, before hiding throughout the 20's and 30's. I got Germany's help as the Lokot Republic and the Russian Liberation Army during World War II, and after that I've been wandering around," He explained, "And now I'm a micronation. What A life mine has been."

"Well then, would you like to become our friend?" Sealand asked, his eyes glittering.

"Uh, sure," Imperial Throne said.

"Yes!" Sealand pumped his arms into his air.

Wy put her hand over her face. "We've got our craziest member yet..." She muttered.

Two Days Later...

England, Australia, Sweden, Italy and Nevada all stood by Molossia's door.

"Well, it's been nice having that brat gone for the weekend," England chuckled, "But I've been a burden enough. Time to take back that rascal," He said.

"No, no problem at all!" Nevada exclaimed cheerfully. "I'm glad that Molossia has some friends now." He began knocking on the door. "Yo, Molossia. Wake up!" He shouted.

The door slowly opened, to reveal Imperial Throne standing there.

"Romanoov?" England shouted.

Imperial Throne nodded. "Hey England, long time no see," He said. He walked over and put his arms around England, Italy, and Sweden. "Looks like all of us are empire-less!" He laughed. England was in a state of shock, Italy let out a nervous laugh and Sweden fainted.