lemonsandmelonsandpearsohmy:

            Day Two of the meeting, the day when nothing actually gets done, and the three were stuck outside in the hallway. It wasn’t fair that TRNC got to stay inside just because he was the youngest. Two of the three were now marching up and down the hallway as the third and oldest sat against the wall, his knees drawn to his chest with a sketchbook resting against it. Sealand and Wy would occasionally pause when they passed each other, glaring before pushing them out of the way.

            “Peter! I swear to God if you don’t stop getting out of my, I will stomp on your head!” Wy shouted with a stomp on her foot. Seborga glanced up from his drawing nervously. He was totally not willing to deal with another fight. Someone always got hurt and he was always blamed and when he was blamed Romano always yelled at him while Italy just cried and clung to Romano to make him stop yelling at Seborga. And then Spain would be somewhere not too far away, cooing over how Romano was acting like a big brother and how Seborga was like an “adorable combination into the two Italies~”. And then Wy and Sealand would get jealous over the attention so whoever was actually hurt from their fight would start bawling and cling to their guardian and then Australia and Sweden would have a glaring fight before the younger two pointed fingers at Seborga and he had to be defended by a pissed off, motherly Italy. Then, everyone would leave and the three micronations would have to write letters of apologies while TRNC plays with his toy train.

            

(Source: jadeharleyquinn)