"SHUT UP SEALAND YOU'RE NOT EVEN A COUNTRY"
"lol hes never gonna be a country"
"The world hates you, kid."
Peter closed the laptop, bathing his bedroom in darkness, and stood up. How funny...my vision's a bit blurry...He strode over to his bed, tripping slightly on the game controller he had left on the floor, and plopped down on the soft bed. He sat there for a moment, not moving. The only noise was the gentle chirping of cicadas outside, a joyous serenade singing the song of summer.
And then, Peter cried.
He buried his face in his hands, and cried like he did every night. His body shook with silent sobs as he let all the pain out.
He would never be a country. No one would ever accept him, not really. Even those who patted his back and gave him plastic smiles and told him he was a country were lying. The anime fans just saw him as a gimmick. The kawaii little boy that thinks he's a nation, isn't that adorable? He though sarcastically, smiling bitterly to himself.
No one would remember him in thirty years, anyway. He'd just be a rusted hunk of metal off the coast of Britain.
He jolted when the door creaked open. Light from the hallway flooded in, momentarily blinding him. His father, Berwald, stepped inside.
"Peter, T'no wants to know what you want for dinner." Peter sucked in a breath. Maybe he wouldn't notice the wetness on his cheeks. No such luck. The blonde man's eyes widened slightly, but gave no other immediate reaction. After a moment, he walked across the room to where Peter stood and sat down on the bed with him, awkwardly placing a hand on his shoulder. No plastic smiles. No pat on the back. No "It's okay, Peter. You're a country, Peter."
But it worked. He lowered his head onto his father's shoulder. The room was silent, save for the cicadas. Neither of them knew how long they stayed in that position, Berwald motionless while he cried and got his father's shirt wet. After what seemed like forever, Berwald gave his son a brief hug and stood up. He held out his hand. Peter gingerly took it and allowed himself to be dragged out of the room. Before they entered the kitchen, he wiped his tears and hoped no one would notice his puffy eyes and slightly red face.
As he sat down with Tino, Berwald, Matthias, and the rest, he allowed himself the smallest of smiles.
Even if it may not seem like it at times...
He was loved, and in the end that's all that matters.
Yes, I know it sucks. :U But it was a quick drabble to allow me to address a somewhat serious point. Well, as serious as you can get when talking about fictional characters. Could you guys just...stop bullying Sealand? I...I know he's a fictional character, but it kind of tugs at my heartstrings when I see people being so rude about him. There's not reason to be so mean...
I'd bet that if he could see what some of you people have been saying about him, he would be very upset. That goes for other countries, too!
France is not a rapist.
Spain is not a pedo.
Russia is not a murderer.
Seychelles is not a whore.
And Sealand is not a piece of garbage.
Gawd, I'm getting so serious over such a trivial topic. XD See, this is what happens when you read too many ask-blogs and fanfictions. You begin treating the characters like they're real people.