One fine day, Sealand decided to try and convince everyone he was indeed a country. Again.
"I am a country!" Sealand said determinedly.
"You can't become a country until you prove you can understand politics!"
Sealand let out a girlish scream. "GOD? IS THAT YOU? I'M SORRY I STOLE ALL THE BEER FROM THE SPARKLE PARTY I DIDN'T MEAN IT I'M JUST A YOUNG GUY LOOKING FOR SOME FUN-"
"Excuse me? I am anime Jesus you fool, don't you know god is Doitsu?!"
Sealand looked up to see anime Jesus glaring down at him. "Oh! JESUS, I'M SORRY I STOLE THE BEER FROM TH-"
"Shut up," said anime Jesus, "You said you wanted to become a country, right?"
Sealand nodded.
"Well, prove to me you understand country shit."
"Fishing expedition*," said Sealand in a seductive voice.
"What," Anime Jesus looked distraught, "Kid, don't do that again. Anything else?"
"Obama x Putin is the equivalent of Rusame..?"
Anime Jesus nodded proudly. "Yes, good, you are now an official country. Now go show off your official country-ness to all your friends or else the effects will wear away."
Sealand paused. "But I don't have any friends..."
"Farewell," Jesus said quickly and disappeared.
Sealand stood their confused. Now he was a country. And he needed friends. Dammit, being a country was harder than he thought.
To be continued.
*Fishing expedition is an actual political term.