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Water splashed against the sides of the moving boat. You looked down at it, slightly unnerved. You had never been on a boat before, or out of water for this long. It was almost a fearful situation. But then there was Sealand who stayed by your side the entire time. Making sure you weren’t too warm with the blanket wrapped around your entire body, hiding you from everyone else who didn’t already know of your secret. He occasionally poured cold buckets of water on you too, to keep you hydrated. No one knew what would happen if you weren’t. And then there was the blonde, violet eyed fellow, whose name you learned to be Canada

You opened your mouth and started to sing a soft melody, one that your mother had taught you to use in case you needed to seduce sailors. Slowly Australia let go of your arms but Norway still sat on your tail, preventing any chance of escape. But in the water, America and Denmark were clenching their teeth and holding their ears, trying their best to resist your singing. Seeing how they were distracted Brother used this opportunity to slip away. He swam away from them but still stayed in the pool, looking for a way to get you out. You shook your head sadly as you continued to sing. He slowed and hesitated. Eventually America risked his ear

“Can’t catch me!” “Slow down, Sister!” “Not a chance!” Laughing, you swam around in circles around the sunken ship, Benvolio trying his best to catch you. “Sister, we must return Young Peter! Stop this game!” You finally stopped and looked at him through one of the portholes, pouting. “But that is not fair! We did not do anything! Well… I did get this new ornament… and that one…and…that one too…” Benvolio crossed his arms together, leaning back. You sighed in defeat, and turned to Peter who was in your back, trying his best not to laugh,

Seychelles ran up to a small cave hidden by the foliage. Her smile only got bigger as she pushed the leaves and vines away to reveal a small hole. Hearing the other countries catching up she looked behind her and shouted, “I found it! This is the entrance to the cave.” Sweden looked inside when he finally caught up. The islander sure was fast, that much he’ll admit. At first it didn’t seem as though he would fit due to the size of the hole but Seychelles put her hand on his shoulder and said reassuringly. “Don’t worry. It opens up further inside. Watch!” She got onto her knees and crawled inside to

England, Sweden, Finland, and the rest of the countries who were searching for Sealand were currently on a boat heading towards Seychelles’ island. They had relaxed a considerably amount but were still a tad bit worried. Finland nudged Sweden with his elbow. “See? I told you he was alright. I’m just wondering why he would be at Seychelles of all places. I didn’t know he was friends with Seychelles…” Sweden only grunted in response, not relaxing until he saw that Sealand was fine. Besides, the questioning of why he was there would come later. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Meanwhile~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Peter ran b

Sweden was in England’s house. Why, you ask? Simple. Sealand had been missing for two days. And last week he had promised he would take Sealand to an aquarium to see a new exhibit. But the youngster had not shown up. Sealand had begged him to take him and yet he had stood him up. Something was definitely wrong. So here he was, at England’s house with the rest of the Nordics, England, and some others. They had just agreed to look for Sealand. They were going to start near the coast of the countries. England had just called France to let him know. Even Finland knew something was up now. Wy and Australia were going to search for th

“Father? Is… Is it alright if Peter and I stay the night at the cave at the island?” “[Name]. You know it is dangerous and risky. What if someone were to discover you? Young Peter is neither old enough nor strong enough to protect you.” “Everything will be fine, Father! No one knows about the cave save for Peter anyway! But, if it’ll make you feel better, I’ll take Brother with me!” “…..Very well. But I want you back at sunset tomorrow. And do not leave your brother’s side!” “Oh, thank you Father!” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Meanwhile~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Hurry up! You know Brother hates being kept waiting!” You yelled to the blue eyed boy currently jumping into the small pool, where he swam up to you and took hold of your hand. “Alright, alright! I’m here, now let’s go!” You smiled and nodded before diving into the water with the boy clutching your hand like a lifeline. ~~~~~~~~~~Meanwhile~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ In a large building in London, England, a meeting was taking place. Several men and women were gathered here to talk about the world’s problems and supposedly find a solution to them. But, sadly, the only thing that ever seemed to happen her

Name: Feliciano Vargas (Italian Republic) Gender: Male Continent: Europe Height: 5' 8" Age: 20 (appearance) Hair Color: Reddish-Brown Special Hair Feature: Ahoge on the left side of his head Eye Color: Brown Personality: Northern Italian (Sweet), caring, friendly, "Hetalia" (see fun fact), and your lover. Absent-minded, is always spacing out, irresponsible, cheery, kind, and big-hearted. Family: Grandfather-Rome Brother(s)-Romano, "France", and "Spain" Friends: Germany, Japan, Spain, Austria, Hungary, and Seychelles Sexiness Meter (1-3): Broke the scale with his hidden Mafia Favorite Food: Pasta~! Pizza, gelato, fruit, and cheese.

You were walking to Italy's place to spend time with him, after all he was your best friend and beyond cute to refuse him. He always made you laugh with his cute behaviors. You still didn't understand why Germany was so stressed with him. Alright, maybe sometimes Italy was to loud and hyper, but it wasn't a reason to hate or ignore him. You finally reached his house and knocked on the door. The door opened to revel Italy's brother, Romano. "Hi there, Romano!" you said with a smile. Romano just sighed in annoyance. Don't get it the wrong way, he liked you, but sometimes you were too much like the hyper Italian. "Hey fratello bastardo! [Name]