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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Russia frowned gently at the other’s story about being dropped on their head … he didn’t know if that explained a lot or not. The nation did not have much trouble carrying Sealand, though he did wonder why he was so heavy. Perhaps it was due to his nation being made out of metal. 

Ivan glanced down when Peter tried to cover him up with the jacket and he only chuckled, enjoying the kind gesture towards him. He kept quiet at Sealand’s rant about being old enough to walk by himself. The Russian did not wish to start an argument. 

Violet eyes went wide at Sealand’s ‘thank you’. He glanced down at the boy as he really had no idea how to react to that. Hardly did he get a thanks when he helped someone … than again he rarely did help anyone as they seemed to scared for his help.

"…You are welcome, Sealand."

Soon they made it to his house and the russian opened the door with one hand, stepping inside and used his foot to close the door behind him. He let out a soft sigh as warm air covered the two, eyes closing for a moment to enjoy it. Russia placed Peter onto the ground carefully and took his coat; setting it up while fixing his scarf a bit.

"Telephone is in next room. Just call if you need anything."

"You can call me Peter if you’d like," the boy offered. "Or you can keep calling me Sealand. Either is fine, actually. Just don’t call me Pete. I don’t like that." Despite his little speech, the boy didn’t complain about being carried any more afterwards. He just rested in Ivan’s arms, somewhat wishing they were Finland’s. It wasn’t anything against the Russian- Tino was just squishier. It would be more comfortable.

He looked around when they stepped inside, grinning. His smile only grew when his feet were back on the floor. He wiped his feet and ran off to the phone, if it could even be called running. The kid was much stronger than he looked, but what he had in strength, he majorly lacked in speed.

He dialed without a thought, having memorized Raivis’ phone number a long time ago. He would call his friend two or three times a day in the winter time. It wasn’t long before the teen nation picked up the other line, and Peter explained everything.

Soon enough, the boy returned with a pout. “…There isn’t a flight from here to Riga for another three days,” he whined. “And that’s only if all the seats on the plane aren’t taken! Plus I don’t think my boss will be very happy if I buy another ticket.” He paused, tapping his chin. “Do you think I could walk there?”

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Russia watched as the coat was pushed back towards it, however the nation held it not bothering to place it back on. He knew that Sealand was going to get cold quickly, and Ivan could be able to deal with such weather. He was born in snow and wind. 

Ivan listened to the other’s story, a soft frown showing across his lips. He wondered how he got Russia and Latvia mixed up but he wouldn’t ask. The nation glanced downwards as he was thinking to himself, he couldn’t just let Sealand off on his own. Might as well take him in until he went to Latvia … Some company at the house won’t be too bad, even if it was Sealand.

"…Let us get to my home, Da? We come up with plan there."

Violet eyes noticed the shivering of the other country; before he then placed his coat back over Peter’s shoulders. Before the other country could object, he then lifted him into his arms and started to carry him.

"Struggle and I might drop you and you might shatter like glass … Joking."

He chuckled … He always had such a dry sense of humor.

Peter squirmed a bit, but stopped at Ivan’s words. “Oh… One time, Papa Sweden picked me up and accidentally dropped me, and I fell on my head! It didn’t shatter like glass, though.. but it did hurt a lot.” He was heavier than he looked, seeing as his bones seemed to be metal. One hand held the coat around him while the other draped the extra fabric around Ivan. Maybe they could both keep warm.

"I really don’t need to be carried though, you know. I’m not a baby! I’m seventy-one years old now! Plus, I’m probably ten or eleven in human years, right? So I’m practically almost a teenager, which is practically almost an adult.” Well, it made sense in his mind. Still, despite his claims, he rested his head on Ivan’s shoulder, and held on as he was carried.

"…Thanks, though. For helping me. I mean, you haven’t really helped me yet, but you said you will, so thanks.”

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The large Russian frowned when he heard someone use his human name, only countries really knew that name. Who was calling him? His eyes opened slowly as he peered out in the foggy air … Oh god, was it him?

He slightly regretted asking for something to happen today. 

Ivan pushed himself gently off of the wall as he started to walk towards the little nation. Once they where together, the large nation had knelt down one knee so he would be able to see and hear him better.

A soft frown crossed him as some wind blew up, causing his scarf to blow in the opposite direction. He moved his head away from the wind when he noticed that the other nation did not have on a coat. His eyes closed with some irritation as he took off his coat and wrapped it around Sealand, speaking.

Privet, Sealand. What brings you to Russia?”

Peter slouched from the weight of the nation’s coat. Why did everyone have to be so much bigger than him? Still, he took it off and pushed it to Ivan. “It’s fine, really! I’m used to the wind!” He was cold, but that didn’t mean he had to take Ivan’s coat. He could handle it, maybe. Even if he couldn’t, he didn’t want the nation to get cold. “Besides, I’ve got my long-sleeves on, so I should be good!”

"Well, nothing, actually. I was trying to get to Latvia so I could visit Raivis, but I guess I got the flights mixed up.” He bit his lip, again wondering if the Baltic was worried. Maybe he should call him later and explain everything. “I’m glad I found you though, Mister Russia! I was sorta wondering what I’d do, but now that you’re here, I bet I can figure something out!” His smile returned almost instantly. He wouldn’t ask for Ivan to take care of him, but maybe the man could help him with getting on a flight to Raivis’ home.

Another gust of wind, and the boy couldn’t keep from shivering. He pulled his hat down a bit so that the rim covered the tips of his ears.

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The day had been pretty slow by Russia’s standers; well by entertainment wise it was. There wasn’t a world meeting today, and his country didn’t need him at the moment. So he decided to go and walk around outside, it had worked for awhile but quickly his boredom had returned. 

Ivan didn’t have any friends he would go and see, as most countries were afraid of the Russian man. His sisters were out of the question, even if they where family. A soft sigh sounded as he leaned up gently against the wall of the building he had been standing next to. His eyes closing for a few moments.

He wished for something to happen today. 

Peter stared down at his plane ticket for the fiftieth time that day. It was his own fault, but why did so many nations have to end in “ia?” What if Latvia was worried about him? Then again, what difference did it make- his friend always seemed worried about something or another. Still, getting a ticket to Russia instead of Latvia had to be one of his dumbest mistakes in a long time. This is why a kid who can barely read shouldn’t be allowed to order his own tickets and board a flight on his own.

Where would he even stay? What would he eat? Was there even anything fun around here? The boy gave a groan of frustration, but perked up when he noticed someone in the distance.

"Ivan?" And with that, he went running, smiling. Of course things works out for him! They always seemed to. Well, usually. The micronation just hoped Russia would remember who he was. “Hey, Ivan!”


"If you’re making bets, you’d better fulfill them, if not I’ll be disappointed." He looked up at him and when Peter made his attempt at steering, Berwald was about to comment but decided to let him enjoy this for now. "Are these what you want to see?" He crouched down in front of a few low shelves so that the boy could get a better view.

"I promise I’ll be taller than Arthur!" Peter assured quickly. "I won’t disappoint you, no matter what!" Ivan tried to stretch Raivis sometimes, right? Maybe if he was shorter than his brother, he could just have the Russian make him taller. Better than disappointing Berwald. When he crouched down, the micronation beamed. "Yeah! The blue one! Every piece of it moves so that you can turn it into something else. It’s really cool!"

Stranger in the Park


Castiel can tell that there is conflict going through the boys head. He sits in the bed across from Peter’s and reaches out, squeezing the boy’s hand gently. “I know it can be very hard. My-my brothers Michael and Lucifer. I-well if you are familiar with Christian lore. Both were my father’s most beloved son’s. They fought constantly-always too stubborn to see that they were exactly alike. Their stubbornness blinded them forever. But they still loved-love each other. No matter what they said I can still see it.” He smiles weakly. “I am glad you have a favorite though. We should all have someone like that in our lives.”

"Your brother is Satan?” he asked. He knew a bit about Christianity, but not that much. “Well, that… that’s gotta make family get-togethers pretty tense, yeah?” He knew about some of the angels, vaguely, but the boy never expected them to all be related. He squeezed Castiel’s hand in return. “My brothers fight all the time, too. Whenever there’s a war or anything, it directly affects us, since we’re the nations, ya know? If America waged war on Canada for some reason, Alfred would get really really mad at at Matthew, and if Canada fought back, Matthew would probably be having a fist fight with Alfred.” He wasn’t sure how much of them was controlled by their minds and how much was controlled by their people.

"But I’m not even sure if Arthur ever liked me in the first place…" After a slight pause, he shook his head and squeezed Castiel’s hand tighter. "Why am I telling you all this, anyways? I came here so we could hang out, not to bore you!" With a forced smile, the boy stood up and went to the bed that had his toys. "So, what do you wanna play? Chutes and Ladders? Candy Land? Chess? No Monopoly- that never ends well. I’ve got toy soldiers and water guns, too, if you’d like!” It was best to change the subject and forget everything. It was better than getting worked up.

(Source: thatlittlemicronation)



He nodded once at the suggesting of piecing it together with Peter. Honestly, he himself would be excited to set it up since there was so much to do. A puff of breath escaped his lips in the form of a chuckle at the question, “I don’t think it’ll take us that long.” When…

"I hear that quite often." He looked up, noticing Peter’s expression. "Are you alright?" Sweden paused for moment before continuing, "rather be on the ground?" The Swede walked slowly, allowing time for the boy to adjust to this new height. He began gazing around the shop at the unique and varied trinkets and gadgets.

"No! No, I’m fine. I like it up here! I just thought my ears popped of something," he joked. "When I grow up, I’ll be as tall as you, I bet! Maybe even taller." Well, as long as he was taller than Arthur, he would be satisfied. The boy looked around before tugging the Swede’s hair light with a small kick to the side of his chest, trying to direct him. "Go left! I think there are some robot toy things over there!"










Kids are putting Drano, tin foil, and a little water in plastic drink bottles
and capping it up - leaving it on lawns, in mail boxes, in gardens, on driveways etc. just waiting for you to pick it up intending to put it in the rubbish, but you’ll never make it!!!

If the bottle is picked up, and the bottle is shaken even just a little - in about 30 seconds or less it builds up enough gas which then explodes with enough force to remove some your extremities. The liquid that comes out is
boiling hot as well.

Don’t pick up any plastic bottles that may be lying in your yards or in the gutter, etc.

Pay attention to this. A plastic bottle with a cap. A little Drano. A little water. A small piece of foil.
Disturb it by moving it; and BOOM!! No fingers left and other serious effects to your face, eyes, etc.

Please ensure that everyone that may not have email access are also informed of this. 

Snopes confirms.

I’ve dealt with these before. If you find one:

  • Do not touch it
  • Do not touch it
  • Clear the area around it. It will explode on its own in time.
  • Once it explodes, do not make contact with the liquid inside. If needed, flush it away with large amounts of water.
  • Do not try to detonate it. You’ll probably be disfigured.

I’ve seen what these can do. The acidic liquid inside can strip the paint off a car.

when i visited vancouver these were everywhere. it’s not a fucking joke they’re actually scary

Just a reminder that there are awful shitty people out there doing awful shitty things to everyone else

there was a bunch of these at disneyland

i found one in my back yard, when i let my dogs out, i pulled them back inside, took my cousins bb shotgun and shot it from a safe distance (i was in my house and shot from the screen door. When it went off, my family and neighbors came running to see if everything was ok. I told them what happened and to watch out for them. 

These things are not a joke! When we went to check the damage there was a fucking hole in the ground. The dirt in my yard is like CLAY.

This shit is bad news


hoLY FUCKING SHIT ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!? JESUS CHRIST! Please followers keep this in mind and do not touch those things. Fuck. I can’t believe that something like that even exists…



Though the French nation still did not acknowledge the little…Sealand as being an actual nation, he still had invited him on the reason of having a soft heart for such adorable people.He is simply to adorable to not invite! “Well I am not sure, but… I suppose I could look into it. And oui, I did invite Angleterre to come too, but I doubt he will show up. For some reason I think he has a problem with my french parties after going to one…” It was only one time…


Peter grinned. “Well, then, I’d be glad to come, thanks! If you don’t want balloons or ice cream, you don’t have to have any. Just as long as Jerkland isn’t there! He’d just ruin everything.” Knowing Arthur, he would either make a point of making sure that everyone ignored Peter, or he would yell at him for bothering everyone. “Why are you inviting me, anyways?” the child asked, tilting his head.

Surprise beautiful person! Once you get this, you must put it into at least 8 people’s asks (anonymously) who deserve it. If you break the chain, nothing bad will happen, but it is nice to know that someone thinks you’re beautiful inside and out. Help spread Anon love, not hate.

I’m not beautiful! I’m handsome. There’s a difference! *folds arms and nods*

((Shhh Peter don’t ruin the moment. Thank you, anon!))