I AM a Country

Hello there! I'm Sealand, or Peter Kirkland, or "That one little kid-" just don't call me Pete. That sounds like an old man's name! Anyways, I hope we can be friends, and please enjoy your visit at the Principality of Sealand!
((Indie SFW RP blog for Sealand/Peter from Hetalia
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Won’t be on for the next few days. Too busy moving to Israel and settling in. I probably won’t be as active after this, but I’ll still try to reply at least a few times a week!

tags: ooc + love you all! +

snowflakesfallaroundus:

/Considering this was mildly in line with something she’d be trying anyway…/ You can try to teach me, if you want. I can’t promise being a good student or any of that. At best I’ll be an annoying student, actually.

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Consider it a test of sorts. I’ll be attempting something soon anyway. So.. you’ve caught my interests on the matter. Very fleeting interests. But interests nonetheless.

I’m sure you’ll be a great student, as long as you’re not mean or anything!Then again, that’s why I’m teaching you, isn’t it? I don’t really know how to teach someone to be more friendly. Maybe if we hang out and stuff, some of my niceness will rub off on you! Learning by example and all that. And in return, you can teach me to be a nation!

Though, I suppose that might not be the best idea, since you haven’t really gotten down how to be friendly yet.

Fluff Please! [because it's been way too long]

i-feel-so-renaissance:

i-feel-so-renaissance:

2. First date

[I kid you not, that’s what came up. Oh my gosh.] “Peter!” The Italian ran to the blonde and embraced him tightly, a look of guilt on his face. “I’m so sorry! My boss has been working me really hard, I’m so sorry for not calling you! I wish to make it up to you somehow!”


Feliciano nodded with a smile, more than happy to be able to teach Peter to be more connected to the sea around him. When it came to the offer to make him stronger, the Italian was confused about how to handle it as well. If training yielded little results, what would? “Well, maybe there’s a way to teach me how to defend myself better. Bullies haven’t been a problem lately, but there might be a time when I need the extra protection.”

"Maybe… I dunno how to teach it though. I mean, I could copy how England taught me, but that was so long ago. I don’t think I could remember it all." He actually didn’t remember any of his lessons. Self-defense was just a natural, automatic reaction for the kid. "I can try, though!"

tags: ifeelsorenaissance +

makea-kielo:

thatlittlemicronation:

[nods quickly]

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Yeah! Yeah, that’s the word! Iskä Suomi! Does that sound better?

[his accent is a bit off, but he’s trying]

[He notices, but finds his attempts adorable-]

It’s perfect. 

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Great! Then from now on, you’ll be Iskä Suomi!

Iskä Suomi and Papa Sve! And I guess I’ll still be Peter, since calling someone ‘son’ just sounds silly. Only people in movies make that work, I think.

tags: makeakielo +

makea-kielo:

[chuckles softly]

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Suomi?


[nods quickly]

Yeah! Yeah, that’s the word! Iskä Suomi! Does that sound better?

[his accent is a bit off, but he’s trying]

tags: makeakielo +

snowflakesfallaroundus:

…../Clearly this was going well./

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That’s pretty possible. I find for the most part the older we are the more bitter we act. Humans are more likely to listen on most occasions. I never tried to pretend I was nice.

That’s how I’ve done things and it’s worked alright. /Except not at all, really./  Bad things happen one way or another and so far I’ve managed all right. You’re young. You can try things differently if you feel so inclined. Do so.

I will, but I really think you should, too. You should at least try being nice, Miss Belarus. It makes people like you, and it’ll make you happier, too… I think. {Maybe she’s the type of person who likes others to be miserable. He can’t tell}

I could teach you to be nice, if you want! I mean, I don’t really know how to teach something like that, but I could try for you.

Fluff Please! [because it's been way too long]

i-feel-so-renaissance:

i-feel-so-renaissance:

2. First date

[I kid you not, that’s what came up. Oh my gosh.] “Peter!” The Italian ran to the blonde and embraced him tightly, a look of guilt on his face. “I’m so sorry! My boss has been working me really hard, I’m so sorry for not calling you! I wish to make it up to you somehow!”


"It must be great to be that durable and strong. Having a relationship with the sea would be even better for you, though. Maybe…maybe I can help teach you how to be more in-tune with the sea around you!" It was possible in his mind, since it took Feliciano years to recognize the changes in his environment and adjust to them. It was still possible for Peter to learn how to recognize the changes around his own fort, something that the Italian would be more than happy to aid him.

"You really think I can?" Peter was pretty great with the sea, but certainly nothing that precise. He could navigate and tell when a storm was coming, but he never knew that there could be more than that. "It’d be cool if you could teach me, but I don’t know how to teach you to be stronger!" He wanted it to be a fair trade.

tags: ifeelsorenaissance +

gexent:

thatlittlemicronation:

"Uncle Denmark!"

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"It’s me, Sealand! Did you miss me? Have you seen Papa Sweden?"

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{♚} —⇀ “Hey there little guy.” Denmark patted him on the head, smiling as normal. “Can’t say I have. Been pretty much stuck here fer a while. Whatcha doin’ here anyways?”

"I was bored, but I was able to come visit!" Peter answered. "I was hoping that Papa and Mama might be here too, but I mostly came to hang out with you!"

tags: gexent +
Visitor From on High [closed]

bettingvaticancitydidntwork:

"Oh. Well, I guess you could say I am visiting England." It was his best bet at finding any of his siblings; he could feel they were scattered across the planet, but England had been the country closest to his previous location. 

Nibbling on his lip for a moment, the Angel decided to come clean. He knelt down in front of Peter and held out a hand.

"Do you believe in Angels, Peter? You see, Angels have watched over our Father’s world for a very long time. We watched them evolve and grow into the beings they are today. That’s what I am."

He gestured lightly at his back. “You cannot see my wings, not on this plane. It is impossible for me to allow them to manifest on this plane of existence. I can cast a shadow, though.” To demonstrate this as fact, he willed the shadows of his large wings to manifest.

"See? I’m an Angel, Peter. I needed to stop and take a break from flying, Peter. Things haven’t been going very well up in Heaven. My siblings… they’re all down here on earth. I don’t know why. But I’m frightened and want to find them and bring them home if I can." 

…. I don’t think he’s going to buy it, Featherbrain. Alfie remarked dryly. 

"Do you believe me, Peter?"

"Wait, what?" Okay, he could handle weird things, but this was too much at once. So, Samandriel was an angel and something was wrong with Heaven, but didn’t that defeat the purpose of Heaven? Wasn’t it supposed to be paradise or something? How could something go wrong, and how could angels just scatter all over the place? Blue eyes darted rapidly over the newcomer as Peter tried to let everything sink in.

"O-Okay, I guess. That makes sense." Well, Samandriel being an angel made sense. There was no disputing with the shadow of the man’s wings. He wasn’t so sure about how to grasp everything else. "You can rest here as long as you need to! I can even set up the guest room if you need to stay a few nights. And maybe I can help! I know someone in every country. I mean, most of them ignore me or forget me, but I know them, so we can work with it! I could have people on the lookout for your siblings and stuff!"

He had to help. The child knew plenty well how terrifying it was to be alone, especially when one didn’t know where their family had gone. Besides, the angel seemed nice!

"I haven’t met someone else who isn’t human in a while, and I’ve never met an angel before. I know you said I won’t be able to see the wings, but can I feel them?” As the boy asked, he reached out, blindly grabbing in an attempt to feel Samandriel’s wings.

(Source: thatlittlemicronation)

I’ll do replies tonight! I had a friend over yesterday, and today I’m packing and buying the stuff I need. I won’t be on much tomorrow, since I’ll be doing the final preparations. On Tuesday, I go to Chicago, and on Wednesday, I fly to Israel.

I WILL PROBABLY BE ON MUCH LESS OFTEN ONCE I’M IN ISRAEL! I’ll be taking college courses and working, so I’ll be pretty busy.

I will try my best to stay active, but the first week or so may just involve reblogging and small update posts.