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"Put it…there!"
"O-okay."
Small hands set a bucket down onto the gritty ground. The hands gave the bucket a pat or two, and then slowly, carefully pulled the bucket up. The result was a perfect mount of sand.
"Almost done!" A childish voice exclaimed; the boy that the voice belonged to reached into his pocket and pulled out a small piece of paper. He found a twig and then stuck the paper onto it, making a flag. He then stuck the twig on the top of gritty masterpiece.
"There! I now declare this sand castle complete!" the boy announced. The other boy kneeling next to him smiled, and then pointed to the flag.
"What kind of flag is that?" He asked.
"It's my flag, of course." The boy claimed proudly. "It's my country's flag."
"But I thought you were a part of E-England?"
"Heck no! Just because I live with him and he's my older brother, doesn't mean I'm a part of his nation. I'm my own country!" The boy defended, raising to his feet and raising a fist in the air. The other just smiled and looked up at him.
"What's your country's name?"
"I…I haven't come up with one yet." The boy said, his once valiant spirit now smoldered.
"Well, let's come up with one."
"How?"
"Easy; what do you like the most?"
"I…I like…I like the ocean!" The boy said, his head turning to the sea; it sparkled with radiance and waves crashed onto the shore, revealing hidden shells from under the sand.
"Hmm…how about Oceania?" The other suggested.
"It's already taken." The boy mumbled, still staring at the ocean. He watched seagulls glide along the sea's salty breeze. He heard them cry, their cry of joy. He smiled and looked back at his friend, who was staring at the flag he had made, as if it would give him the answers.
"I like sand too; it's soft and warm." The boy mentioned, walking back to the sand castle. He bent down and wrapped his arms around his knees.
"Someday, I'm gonna run away from him and going to conquer land for my country." The boy said.
"My country is going to be by the ocean, so it can make money from sea trade. And it'll have beaches, for the local family outings. And it's gonna have a huge pier full of fun attractions like a Ferris wheel; and there'll be a line of food stands selling yummy food." The boy explained his dream.
"One day, some day; I'll find land by the sea and stick my flag into the ground and claim it."
"Sealand." The other said out loud.
"Huh?"
"You're country's name; name it Sealand." The other boy said with a smile.
The boy with such big dreams thought to himself. He muttered Sealand under his breath many times; each time he said it, he liked it just a bit more. It was perfect, and obvious, but perfect nonetheless. A country of land by the sea should be called no other than Sealand.
"I like it." The boy said with tinted cheeks.
"Me too." The other said, looking back down at the glorious sand castle."
"Peter!" A voice yelled from a distance.
The two boys looked to where the voice came from and saw none other than Peter's older brother, Arthur. He stormed in, accidently landing his feet into the once magnificent castle. He snatched Peter's hand in his and started dragging him his way.
"What are you doing!? Let me go!" Peter franticly tried to release himself, but his older brother did not lighten his grip.
"From now on, I want you to stay away from that boy." Arthur ignored his younger sibling's question and demand.
"Why, what's wrong with him!?" The boy asked.
"He belongs to enemy territory; I forbid you to see him."
"But he's my friend!"
"Not anymore! He has connections with that Russian commie and I can't trust you with your pudgy little mouth that never shuts up!"
"Let me go, you bastard!" The boy struggled, once more. He felt tears prick his eyes and his cheeks redden with anger. He hated his brother; this was the main reason he wanted to separate and run away. His brother never loved him.
"Peter!" a voice shouted. He looked back toward his friend, Raivis, who stood there waving a hand. In his hand, was his flag that he had perched onto the sand castle earlier.
"We will meet again! In Sealand!" He shouted, his voice getting caught in the ocean's salty breeze; the same breeze that caused the gulls to cry so joyfully. Peter could feel tears roll down his cheeks, but his mouth set into a grin.
"Someday, one day, in Sealand!" He cried out loudly.
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"Put it…there!"
"O-okay."
Small hands set a bucket down onto the gritty ground. The hands gave the bucket a pat or two, and then slowly, carefully pulled the bucket up. The result was a perfect mount of sand.
"Almost done!" A childish voice exclaimed; the boy that the voice belonged to reached into his pocket and pulled out a small piece of paper. He found a twig and then stuck the paper onto it, making a flag. He then stuck the twig on the top of gritty masterpiece.
"There! I now declare this sand castle complete!" the boy announced. The other boy kneeling next to him smiled, and then pointed to the flag.
"What kind of flag is that?" He asked.
"It's my flag, of course." The boy claimed proudly. "It's my country's flag."
"But I thought you were a part of E-England?"
"Heck no! Just because I live with him and he's my older brother, doesn't mean I'm a part of his nation. I'm my own country!" The boy defended, raising to his feet and raising a fist in the air. The other just smiled and looked up at him.
"What's your country's name?"
"I…I haven't come up with one yet." The boy said, his once valiant spirit now smoldered.
"Well, let's come up with one."
"How?"
"Easy; what do you like the most?"
"I…I like…I like the ocean!" The boy said, his head turning to the sea; it sparkled with radiance and waves crashed onto the shore, revealing hidden shells from under the sand.
"Hmm…how about Oceania?" The other suggested.
"It's already taken." The boy mumbled, still staring at the ocean. He watched seagulls glide along the sea's salty breeze. He heard them cry, their cry of joy. He smiled and looked back at his friend, who was staring at the flag he had made, as if it would give him the answers.
"I like sand too; it's soft and warm." The boy mentioned, walking back to the sand castle. He bent down and wrapped his arms around his knees.
"Someday, I'm gonna run away from him and going to conquer land for my country." The boy said.
"My country is going to be by the ocean, so it can make money from sea trade. And it'll have beaches, for the local family outings. And it's gonna have a huge pier full of fun attractions like a Ferris wheel; and there'll be a line of food stands selling yummy food." The boy explained his dream.
"One day, some day; I'll find land by the sea and stick my flag into the ground and claim it."
"Sealand." The other said out loud.
"Huh?"
"You're country's name; name it Sealand." The other boy said with a smile.
The boy with such big dreams thought to himself. He muttered Sealand under his breath many times; each time he said it, he liked it just a bit more. It was perfect, and obvious, but perfect nonetheless. A country of land by the sea should be called no other than Sealand.
"I like it." The boy said with tinted cheeks.
"Me too." The other said, looking back down at the glorious sand castle."
"Peter!" A voice yelled from a distance.
The two boys looked to where the voice came from and saw none other than Peter's older brother, Arthur. He stormed in, accidently landing his feet into the once magnificent castle. He snatched Peter's hand in his and started dragging him his way.
"What are you doing!? Let me go!" Peter franticly tried to release himself, but his older brother did not lighten his grip.
"From now on, I want you to stay away from that boy." Arthur ignored his younger sibling's question and demand.
"Why, what's wrong with him!?" The boy asked.
"He belongs to enemy territory; I forbid you to see him."
"But he's my friend!"
"Not anymore! He has connections with that Russian commie and I can't trust you with your pudgy little mouth that never shuts up!"
"Let me go, you bastard!" The boy struggled, once more. He felt tears prick his eyes and his cheeks redden with anger. He hated his brother; this was the main reason he wanted to separate and run away. His brother never loved him.
"Peter!" a voice shouted. He looked back toward his friend, Raivis, who stood there waving a hand. In his hand, was his flag that he had perched onto the sand castle earlier.
"We will meet again! In Sealand!" He shouted, his voice getting caught in the ocean's salty breeze; the same breeze that caused the gulls to cry so joyfully. Peter could feel tears roll down his cheeks, but his mouth set into a grin.
"Someday, one day, in Sealand!" He cried out loudly.
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DRABBLE: FrUK
"Go on, talk to him!" Arthur thought. Francis was hunched over, leaning against a tree.
"E-excuse me?" Arthur tapped his shoulder.
"Hm?" Francis sat up.
"W-what's your name? I'm Arthur," Arthur stuttered.
"Francis...you don't look like you're my age..." Francis commented. Arthur's cheeks burned.
"I-I'm not...I'm a bit younger..." Arthur looked down and fidgeted with his hands.
"You shouldn't do that. It's a bad habit..." Francis pointed out.
"O-oh...s-sorry..." Arthur stuttered.
"No need to apologize," Francis smiled warmly. "So, where are you from?" Francis asked to break the silence.
"O-oh...I'm right across the sea from you," Art
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SeaLat - Moments
LOL PLEASE READ THE AUTHOR'S COMMENTS BEFORE READING, OR ELSE YOU WILL HAVE MASS CONFUSIONS, THANKS~
Sealand led Latvia to his bedroom and opened the door, Latvias face still red. Sealand looked down at his hand and noticed he was still holding latvia's hand, Latvia noticed this too. The door closed, and the two were stuck together in the same room for a whole night. Sealand quickly released latvia's hand and rubbed the back of his head nervously.
"S-so..." said Sealand, his face beginning to turn red. Latvia and Sealand refused to look each other in the eyes. They were still embarrassed about the whole day.
"Yah..." Latvia replied, look
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ChinaxAmerica
"I hate you! never talk to me again!"
A door slammed into the englishman's face. England was throughly surprised by this action his ex had taken. Well, now America was his ex. All because England had been caught with Francis.. That damn frenchman! England had sighed and moved to sit on the couch with his French lover, leaning against France and sobbing into his shirt.
He had lost America yet again... And for all stupid reasons too.
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It had been at least a month until that fight. America was all depressed. He no longer wanted anything to do with leading meetings. Nothing with being the "hero". Everyone was worried about
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This was my first time writing something with Sealand and Latvia; I hope I portrayed their characters right. : S
I tried to make a bittersweet kind of sad.
And a little note about angry Arthur and the Russian commie.
If I'm correct, I do believe the show said something about Sealand being an abandoned military station that was used during WWII. And since Latvia was part of Russia's house, I thought it kind of fit.
I hope you like it! It was fun writing it~
This was my first time writing something with Sealand and Latvia; I hope I portrayed their characters right. : S
I tried to make a bittersweet kind of sad.
And a little note about angry Arthur and the Russian commie.
If I'm correct, I do believe the show said something about Sealand being an abandoned military station that was used during WWII. And since Latvia was part of Russia's house, I thought it kind of fit.
I hope you like it! It was fun writing it~
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this was very good! you portraid them beautifully and the story was so sad ;-;