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SebIce: Family Troubles
Iceland stormed out of the hotel, his face flushed. He had just had a fight with the Nordics, which the rest of the hotel had probably heard. And now he needed to cool down, before he really lost his patience.
He decided to make his way to the park. Perhaps a little fresh air would do him good.
He gave a small smile at all the friendly people. The meeting was in Italy, and when they had a break from meetings the nations tended to tour whichever country they were in. It helped that Italy was one of the more eager tour guides.
But Iceland didn't desire a tour. He just wanted some time away from his family.
He sighed as he sat on a bench, burying his head in his hands. He felt like one of his volcanoes: ready to erupt.
"Ciao," an Italian voice said. "Are you alright?"
Iceland lifted his head, seeing Italy.
"Italy?" Iceland questioned.
The Italian winced.
"Actually, I'm Seborga," he said. "Italy's my elder brother."
"Oh," Iceland said, slightly embarrassed about the mistake.
Seborga took the seat next to him, and Iceland was a little irked.
"So, what's the trouble?" Seborga asked.
Iceland huffed, turning away. Seborga leaned closer.
"It'll help if you talk about it," the Italian said.
"I doubt it," Iceland said. "It won't change anything."
"What won't it change?"
Iceland sighed in frustration.
"The other Nordics," Iceland said. "They keep treating me like a child. They won't take me serious in the Nordic meetings, and they keep making fun of me, and they keep treating me like I'm backwards and slow because I'm cut-off from the rest of Europe. And they're all well-known nations, and I'm sometimes not even shown on maps of Europe. I'm sick of it, you know?"
Seborga was listening patiently, and when Iceland was finished with his rant, he gave a small smile.
"I can understand," Seborga said. "Italy likes to call me the 'bambino' of the family, and Romano… He goes between treating me like an annoyance and treating me like a little child that needs protecting from the scary world. And I'm a micronation. No one takes me seriously, except the other micronations, and only sometimes."
"But to be fair, you guys are an odd bunch," Iceland said.
"True," Seborga said. "We have to be a little insane if we want to stand out. Speaking of which, do you know how I even became independent in the first place?"
"Not really," Iceland said.
"During the reunification of Italy, they forgot about Seborga. An Italian town that they completely overlooked."
Iceland was quiet for a while. Seborga sighed.
"I don't think you're backwards or slow," Seborga said. "And I don't think your family thinks that. I think you just have your own unique culture, and I respect you for that."
Iceland blushed at the other's compliments. Seborga smiled, before taking out his phone.
"Why don't we exchange numbers?" Seborga asked. "Then next time you feel upset, you can just call me. You can also call me if you want someone around your own age to talk to. Because I know how it feels. With my brothers, I'm the baby, but with the other micronations, I'm the oldest. Bit of a gap, you know?"
Iceland hesitated, before he took the micronation's phone. He also gave his own phone, and they typed in their numbers before giving it back.
"Great," Seborga said. "I have to go now. Romano's cooking tonight, but if you want homemade pizza…"
"It's fine," Iceland said. "I think I need to get back as well."
Iceland jumped slightly when Seborga suddenly hugged him.
"Good luck," Seborga said, before running off.
Iceland stayed on the bench for a while, wondering why he wanted Seborga to come back already.
The prompt is: 'Person A gets into a huge fight with his/her family, and runs away. They go to a place outdoors (beach, park, forest trail, etc.) and meet Person B. Person A ends up spilling all of his problems to Person B, and they develop a friendship. What happens afterwards is up to you.'