#recognize sealand

[the-principality-of-sealand]

Where is my voice?

Why can’t I speak.

I know no one will hear me, I know this is nothing.

I want to scream. I want my voice.

I want myself.

[imnotverybright]

were you normal or did you get obsessed with the Principality of Sealand in 5th grade

[google-news-official]

Do you recognize Sealand?

do you recognize deez nuts?

[kyouka-supremacy]

Okay so so terribly sorry for being an insufferable person but. if you comment one of my posts with “[Sigma is] innocent on the basis of the casino being exempt from international laws” I'm literally obliged to correct you, I'm sorry, I physically can't ignore it, it's literally the object of study of my life. Saying that no international laws apply here is just factually incorrect! Twice at that!

First: it's absurd to suppose the sky casino has its own state jurisdiction on the basis that in no word you can consider the sky casino a state. According to the Montevideo Convention of 1933, art. 1:

The state as a person of international law should possess the following qualifications: a) a permanent population; b) a defined territory; c) government; and d) capacity to enter into relations with the other states.

Sky casino fails to fulfill any of these criteria, and thus cannot be considered a state with its own jurisdiction. I don't think there's any need for me to elaborate on why the sky casino lacks a permanent population (its “population” consists of transitory customers), or a government (there's barely anything that can be considered legislature or executive and definitely no judiciary), or the capacity to enter into relations with the other states (we don't have any reason to assume it does). Finally, the sky casino platform cannot be considered a territory on the same basis that artificial islands aren't considered islands: for that we can refer to the United Nations Convention on the Law of the Sea, art. 60, par. 8:

Artificial islands, installations and structures do not possess the status of islands. They have no territorial sea of their own, and their presence does not affect the delimitation of the territorial sea, the exclusive economic zone or the continental shelf.

Please also refer to the case of Sovereign Recognition of the Principality of Sealand, where the Principality's characteristic of being a World War Two anti-aircraft platform located within Britain's territorial waters makes it the perfect analogous case to compare to the sky casino; the platform's sovereignty isn't formally recognized by any country.

Concerning which jurisdiction the sky casino actually falls under, first of all we can refer to the Convention on International Civil Aviation, art. 1:

The contracting States recognize that every State has complete and exclusive sovereignty over the airspace above its territory.

So the sky casino's jurisdiction is the one of the state underneath it (most likely Japan).

In case the sky casino lies above high seas (all the sea spaces out of any country's jurisdiction), by the shared analogy between legal regime of sea spaces and airspaces, we can again refer to the United Nations Convention on the Law of the Sea, art. 92, par. 1:

Ships shall sail under the flag of one State only and, [...] shall be subject to its exclusive jurisdiction on the high seas.

So it'd be the jurisdiction of the country the sky casino is associated to, for example the one it was built in.

Second: no person, no matter their country or lack or thereof, no matter the jurisdiction they were subject to at the moment of the crime, is extent from international laws. Individuals are considered by the international law doctrine having international legal personality (together with other personalities, such as nations and international organizations) on the exact basis that, besides benefiting from international rights, they also have obligations in front of the international law, and those duties are exactly the duty to not commit international crimes (International Military Tribunal of Nuremberg, 1946 Judgment: “International law imposes duties and liabilities upon individuals as well as upon States”; “Crimes against international law are committed by men, not by abstract entities, and only by punishing individuals who commit such crimes can the provision of international law be enforced”).

Everyone is subject to international laws no matter the jurisdiction; it's just that no one realizes it because to actually commit international crimes means you have to screw up real bad (i.e. : commit crimes of genocide, crimes against humanity, war crimes). Everyone being subject to international laws with no exceptions is. a huge thing. It means people will be held accountable even when their country decides not to process them. It permits‚ for example‚ the International Criminal Court to issue a warrant of arrest for the current president of Russia, despite we can take a guess that he'd never be processed by his country.

In conclusion: you can't say Sigma is extent from international laws, because no jurisdiction or person is extent from international laws. If anything, what you can do is argue he never committed any international crime, although that'd be hard on its own to sustain; the UN General Assembly condemned terrorism in its resolution 49/60, 1994:

Criminal acts intended or calculated to provoke a state of terror in the general public, a group of persons or particular persons for political purposes are in any circumstance unjustifiable, whatever the considerations of a political, philosophical, ideological, racial, ethnic, religious or any other nature that may be invoked to justify them

not to mention he likely would have to answer for counterfeit coin too.

[hetalia-club]

Incorrect Hetalia Quotes At The World Meeting (Mean Girls Addition)

Sealand: I just wish we could all get along like we used to. I wish that I could bake a cake out of rainbows and smiles and we could all eat it and be happy.

England: *In the back of the room wearing sunglasses and a hoodie* He's not even a country.

Germany: Are you even a recognized country?

Sealand: No, I just have a lot of feelings.

Sweden: Sealand go home.

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America: Russia, I don't hate you because you're a communist.

America: You're a communist because I hate you.

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France: That's so fetch!

England: Stop trying to make fetch happen France! It's never going to happen.

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America: I'm sorry people are so jealous of me...But I can't help that I'm popular.

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England: If I was wearing jeans today I would be sitting over there with the dead nations.

*Pan over to Prussia sitting at a table by himself*

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Belarus: Why should America get to stomp around like a giant, while the rest of us try not to get smushed under his big feet? What's so great about America? Hm? Russia is just as cute as America. Russia is just as smart as America. People totally like Russia just as much as they like America. And when did it become okay for one person to be the boss of everybody, huh? Because that's not what The world is about. We should totally just STAB America!

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Romano (Smugly): I don't think my father, the The Pope, would be too pleased to hear about this.

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Germany: I don’t care how long it takes to get the trade deals settled, I will keep you here all night if I have to!

Switzerland *Whispering*: We can't keep them past four.

Germany: I will keep you here until four!

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America (to France): England says nobody likes you because you're such a slut!

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America (to new NATO members): On Wednesdays we wear pink!

[95jezzica]

What is your opinion on SuFin from a Swedish perspective?

I think I've talked about this in the past, but I don't mind going into it again with hopefully mentioning at least SOME things I haven't already mentioned.

Now, I should start with the fact I personally really like SuFin, but used to HATE the pairing in the past because how the fandom portrayed them both. Nowadays I mostly keep to my own corner and only really talk with a few people, so I've grown to love SuFin more based on canon and my own ideas for them.

To be honest I tend to focus more on the Hetalia characters as persons in general with a few historical references/trivia, but honestly, they have a lot of potential together.

Sweden is sweet and shy, but he has mischievous and rebellious sides as well. He also cares a lot about the people around him. (This can especially be seen with how he constantly defends Iceland and how he interacts with Sealand and Ladonia). Though his feelings for Finland is canon he also doesn't pressure Finland for an answer/feelings in return.

Meanwhile Finland is a caring and kind person, and he's not afraid of constantly standing up to people who finds Sweden intimidating. Finland is the person who constantly recognizes that while Sweden "looks scary", Sweden is also a very kind person.

Now, in canon, we actually don't know if Finland returns Sweden's romantic feelings, but it's obvious they still care a lot about each other a great deal.

With that said, if they became a couple I think it'd happen closer to modern time, and while I personally headcanon Finland loves Sweden back, I also think it took Finland a long time to decide if he even wanted a romantic relationship despite his own and Sweden's obvious feelings.

Now, I don't believe (hws) Sweden himself would ever do something to hurt (hws) Finland, but we also have to keep in mind the Swedish leadership and government haven't always been very kind to the Finnish people. Being in the Swedish Empire wasn't great for (irl) Finland - for a long time it was just better than being under one of the other countries in the area.

Anyway, at best there would be a weird power imbalance between (hws) Sweden and Finland if they had a romantic relationship somewhere between 1000-1900, even if Sweden himself never intends/intended for it - not to mention homosexuality wasn't even accepted or acknowledged at the time as something fairly common.

Most people hc Finland as Bi or Pan, so Finland could likely "pass" in the past by showing interest in women and ignoring any of his feelings towards non-binary people and/or men. But Sweden is canon homosexual, who only really have shown romantic interest for Finland in canon. It's more likely Sweden (tried to) bury his feelings deep, deep inside to not literally get killed by people for who he is.

Fans also (STILL) love to joke/bring up Sweden calling Finland his wife, but in canon Sweden only did it ONCE and then stopped when Finland protested against it. No matter what you think Sweden's reason was for calling Finland his wife, he stopped after Finland told him No.

I repeat, Sweden STOPPED.

He respects and respected Finland. Sweden listened when Finland said he didn't want to be called "wife".

So yes, I think they'd work really well together and have a sweet and loving relationship - but it would take a long time for them to make anything official.

We have a LOT canon moments between them. Everything from them adopting Hanatamago together, Sweden getting kids, to them constantly visiting each other, and Finland constantly defending Sweden from people who finds his looks intimidating - just to mention a few things.

Honestly, they'd probably be an "inofficial couple" for YEARS before they became official, but they'd get there eventually. Through both good and bad they've been there for each other for +1000 years at this point.

They're nations, and they can afford to take it slow.

[orcinus-veterinarius]

Heya, hope this is okay!

I am currently going through a big hyperfixation on cetaceans and had a question regarding the infamous SeaWorld incident with Tilikum. (I don't want any BlackFish biases so figured you'd be a good one to ask!)

Basically, from everything I have looked at - orcas really don't seem all that interested in us as a prey item. Like yeah they're clever and they can take down some impressive creatures - but they don't seem to use that capability on us? So why did that accident happen? And why did more accidents follow?

I've read that he was caught and transported to a facility - could this have contributed?

Also, purely just wanting to learn so I hope this is an okay ask!

That's a great question! As far as we know, there has only been one attack on a human by a wild killer whale, which was non-fatal. We don't know exactly why orcas don't see humans as prey. Most populations favor a particular type of food (salmon in the Pacific Northwest, stingrays in New Zealand, sea lions in Argentina, etc.), so perhaps they're just picky eaters. Or maybe they really do recognize us as another intelligent form of life (which is less likely, considering they eat other cetaceans).

As for Tilikum... the argument I've found the most convincing was from Thad Lacinak, former Vice President and Corporate Curator of Animal Training at SeaWorld (he retired in 2008, two years before Dawn Brancheau's death). Mr. Lacinak actually worked with Tilikum for many years, so I hold his opinions in much higher regard than most. Tilikum was transferred to SeaWorld from Sealand of the Pacific, a very small park in Canada. Sealand did not perform "waterwork" with their whales, meaning that their trainers did not swim with the orcas like at SeaWorld. In 1991, a young trainer named Keltie Byrne accidentally slipped into the pool during a performance and was repeatedly dragged under the water by Tilikum and the two adult females orcas also in the show. Keltie tragically passed away as a result. Neither Tilikum nor the other two whales had any experience with trainers in the water, and Keltie's sudden presence was an exciting new stimulus for them. Killer whales are playful, highly inquisitive animals, and their response, albeit horrific to us, was a natural one.

Sealand closed shortly after, and their whales were sold to SeaWorld. Because Tilikum had been involved in a human death, SeaWorld did not permit its trainers to enter the water with him. Mr. Lacinak believed that had Tilikum received basic waterwork training, he would have learned proper "manners" for interacting with a human in the water, as did every other SeaWorld orca. But he never did, and history eventually repeated itself.

Although waterworks have not been performed since Mrs. Brancheau's death (despite the fact she did not die during waterwork and Tilikum was not a waterwork whale), SeaWorld now practices "desensitization" training to ensure what happened with Keltie Byrne does not happen again. A trainer will purposely fall into the tank as part of the exercise, and the whales are immediately recalled away from them for high value enrichment. This teaches them to ignore any human in the tank and receive an extra yummy treat instead. Densensitization sessions are presently the only time trainers enter the water with the whales.

[heta-micronomics]

No context for this other than it's a part of something I'm writing that I mentioned a while back lmao.

Resurrection tastes like stale coffee and pool chlorine. It sits and burns in his mouth before leaking into his stomach and trachea, seeping into smooth muscle and cartilage and the porous space between cells. Like a strong, neat whisky, it's halfway between painful and pleasant and definitely harmful in the long run.

But Sealand's not alive enough to care. Life finds him slowly, taking its time to greet every atom and shake it awake. Eventually, his blood de-coagulates. Rigor mortis stops in its tracks, and one by one his muscle fibers relax, ready for when he remembers them. There's a wave of euphoria he can't feel as air floods his lungs. Air hunger abating, his heart stammers, hesitant at first but more confident with each beat. When Sealand finally opens his eyes, it's automatic rather then on purpose, but the result's all the same.

The first thing he registers is the searing ache wrapping around his neck like an invisible garrote. Next is that he's in a pile of leaves. Damp soil clings to his cheek and lips. Evening chill digs into his bones. Joints stiff and swollen, he lies motionless while the rest of his body connects to his brain through thick fog.

It's odd. Resurrection isn't new, but usually he at least recognizes where he is. As his body unlocks enough to let him pry his face from the ground, he's met with underbrush that he knows for certain wasn't there before. Scrawny ferns tickle his nose.

When he finally manages to get on his feet, the herculean task of standing sends lighting down his legs and spine. Stomach flipping, he doubles over and lilts to the side, shoulder slamming against a thin tree. His shoes scramble for traction in the loose soil. His coat's gone, and his shirt's halfway unbuttoned. The air bites at the bare skin. Breath falling out in cloudy puffs, Sealand braces himself against the tree, collarbones flush against the bark.

It hurts. Hell, everything hurts.

There's his neck, his stomach, his legs, his back—everything aches or stings, and not knowing where the fuck he is or what happened just makes his body scream out even more. Nausea rises in his gut, threatening to send nonexistent bile onto the ground. The swath of trees and brush around him are glaringly unfamiliar. Shadows whip around him as the sun slowly slinks under the horizon. His teeth chatter.

For just a moment, he wonders if maybe he didn't come back at all. Maybe this is hell, frozen and bitter and alien. If it's not, then it's damn good at pretending to be.

[aethramusings]

GET TO KNOW ME MEME ! !

NAME — ellie ! PRONOUNS — she / her SEXUALITY — i'm like . 98% sure heterosexual SINGLE / TAKEN — ;^) wouldn't you like to know weather boy

THREE FACTS

— I’M ALMOST DONE WITH MED SCHOOL LETS FREAKING GO — i’m currently learning norwegian ! jeg snakker litt norsk ! — i have an accidental dual citizenship in sealand because i got too into hetalia in high school and then did a project on this micro nation called sealand and then when i was looking up how to become a citizen for the project i accidentally bought like . a cubic centimeter of their land i guess ?? and then i checked wiki the next day and their population had gone up by one so if the united states ever decides to recognize this abandoned oil rig off the coast of england as a legitimate nation i am in big trouble

EXPERIENCE

HOW LONG — ever since i was 12 ! i started on a forum called weareheretotalk ( which is gone now ) WHAT PLATFORMS — the aforementioned one , then chickensmoothie ( yes i’m serious ) , then twitter , and NOW tumblr and discord ! BEST EXPERIENCE — i’m gonna be controversial and say it’s a tie . i really appreciate the atmosphere and people here WAY more than twitter but i think twitter will always have a special place in my heart because it’s where i met my friends <3 oh and group discord roleplay is fantastic

MUSE TYPE

FEMALE OR MALE — it REALLY depends . i tend to have more male muses in general but i think a lot of that comes down to me enjoying sidekick characters and the sidekick characters having he/him pronouns so FLUFF , ANGST OR SMUT — i don’t really do smut since the characters i muse tend to be from media that’s geared towards children and i just can’t really . imagine them doing anything . as for fluff versus angst , i enjoy both a lot ! ! angst revolving around arguments has to be pretty plotted out for me due to bad experiences in the past , but there’s nothing wrong with our characters just — chilling and getting to know each other ! PLOTS OR MEMES ��� yes LONG OR SHORT REPLIES — whatever you have muse for ! i know muse can fluctuate , and it can be hard to always match length . as for me personally , i PREFER long , but — as you can probably tell if you’ve made it this far — i am NOT a concise person so . yeah . BEST TIME TO WRITE — with med school my schedule is super all over the place , but my muse almost always strikes at night or in the evening . i’m currently in EST time ! ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S) — eh ? it depends on who the muse is . i don’t really see any of myself in nod or elsa , but i see a lot of myself in hiccup ( awkward , feeling a little bit like an outcast when i was younger , PISCES!!!! PISCES NATION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11!!11 )and honey lemon ( enthusiastic science enjoyer ) . I’m sure if i dug deep enough i could find similarities between myself and all of them .

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[stockpheebphoob]

Kosovo relations either that I think aren’t notable enough to put in his wiki or just what he thinks of certain countries/provinces/autonomies… kek :P.

Also, my first Tumblr post. Jajj 4_4!

VOJVODINA

“She’s okay. I think she’s pretty, but very slow at processing things. She’s basically Mrs.Hungary’s sister, so, she’s not as mean to me as Srbija is. I don’t really pay any attention to her.”

He wants to be better friends with her but they have very different likes. Sometimes when they hang out alone, Voj will ramble on about random stuff. Kosovo sort of just tunes her out. He’s come to the conclusion that nobody else really listens to her (except, maybe Macedonia. But, that must get tiring.)

SRPSKA

“Bastard child. He’s the only reason that Bosnia and Hercegovina don’t recognize me! Srbijas bootlicker. Srbija says I should be more like him (no way!)”

(Plus, he’s like, 10.)

LATVIA

“He’s really nice. I think he was nervous when he first met me, because he used to ramble a lot (which I found a bit annoying). But, now he seems calmer. We don’t hang out much but I like it when we do.”

LITHUANIA/ESTONIA

“I don’t mind them. They seem like nice guys. When Lithuania gets paranoid he reminds me of Albania.”

Kosovo feels a bit self conscious when seeing Lithuania and Estonia. He wonders if he should be doing as much work as them…

LIECHTENSTEIN

“She’s nice too. She’s in Western Europe so my favorite part about spending time at her house is joining her on a picnic… she has very nice scenery. We both like goats.”

SWITZERLAND

“He’s better friends with Albania than me, but I still like him. He doesn’t like me or Albania around his goats. I think he’s a terrible driver.”

SEALAND

“He annoys the hell out of me. Whenever we talk he says he understands how it feels to not be a recognized country. Who does he think he is?!”

GREEK

Kosovo is a bit conflicted on how to feel about Greek. He’s way too friendly with Serbia for his liking… plus, he doesn’t recognize Kosovo! But, his relationship with Albania seems to be clearing up… slowly. For the time being, he just avoids Greek.

MONTENEGRO

“I’m glad he’s nice to me. Back when we used to live in the same house, we wouldn’t really talk much. We still don’t talk a lot, which is why I’m surprised he can find the energy to support me; but, I’m not complaining!”

SLOVENIA

Kosovo appreciates that Slovenia is so kind to him. He gets a bit bugged when Slo acts cocky and says he can help mend the relationship between Kosovo and Serbia, but, he’s glad that he wants to try at least. It’s much more than other countries can say. His relationship with Slo is similar to the one he has with Croatia: they respect eachother but don’t talk much.

MACEDONIA

I don’t think I have any good ideas for their relationship… Macedonia isn’t on the greatest terms with Albania, but she probably used to babysit Kosovo. They both like ajvar and think that Serbia’s sucks. Kek.

Sorry if it’s not too exciting… Lel. Maybe if I make one for Albania then it’ll have more interesting stuff. Sorry, Kosovo lives a boring life outside of… you know. Kek.

[the-principality-of-sealand]

Can I please have explosives?

[dearestones]

Mutually Assured Destruction (Yandere! America vs. Yandere! China x Microstate! Reader)

Warnings: Yandere character, yandere behavior, manipulation, implied kidnapping and choking. 

Anonymous Request: I want to see some Yandere struggle. Can I get Yandere USA and Yandere China both falling for a Microstate?

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Microstates weren’t supposed to be all that important in the grand scheme of things. Sure, being a Microstate, or any sort of state at all, was enough to warrant some sort of recognition, but that was mostly relegated to the citizens of said state. For the most part, Microstates were left to their own devices. Often, they had to rely on the economic and political structure of Nations that were far more powerful than them to keep their citizens safe and to survive into the next century. The tricky thing about relying on other Nations was that Microstates were at their mercy, no matter how much they liked to tell themselves that they could be as self-sufficient and be as formidable as any other Nation.

In short, Microstates were usually held at the bottom of the food chain due to their lack of importance while global superpowers were the apex predators because their actions could impact the global environment for years to come.

As a Microstate, you weren’t supposed to garner the attention of Nations who held a higher status than you. Even some of your citizens, few as they were, didn’t seem to recognize you. Despite that, however, you were content to live life as quietly as possible. It was inevitable that you would soon one day disappear, either by getting dissolved by one of your powerful neighbors or being inevitably forgotten by your people. It was with that way of thinking, that you found yourself quite dumbfounded by a few events that followed due to a series of ill timed positions. 

One, you found yourself invited to a meeting that included all the Microstates—courtesy of Sealand and Molossia.

Two, you were tasked with retrieving some snacks from a popular cafe that Wy had researched when everyone began to complain that they were hungry.

Three, you happened to bump into two of the world’s most powerful global superpowers. 

Normally, this wouldn’t have fazed you. You have seen the G8 in action before, but not in such close proximity. As China made a jab about America and his policies concerning foreign relations, you tried to shrink into yourself, appearing much smaller than you were as you browsed through the cafe’s dessert options that were mounted on the wall behind the cashier. As you pondered the pros and cons of getting everyone the same pastry for a discount or getting an assortment, you were halted in your thoughts when you became aware that the fighting had become somewhat louder.

And that they were behind you.

Not wanting to attract too much attention, you tried to subtly signal to the cashier that you wanted an assortment that you could take back to the meeting. As the employee rifled through a stack of flat cardboard boxes to assemble, the bickering duo finally took notice of you.

Again, you were not a powerful Nation. You weren’t powerful enough to land yourself on the radar of your closest neighbors, much less gain the attention of America and China. Yet, just as you were about to fish out enough money to pay for the goods, you felt a hand grab your wrist and a voice in your ear. It was warm, husky, and with an undertone of dominance hiding beneath a veneer of kindness. 

“Hi, there! You’re one of the Micronations gathered today, right?” At your curious nod, America nodded confidently. “Here, let me help pay for your food.”

At your confused expression, he elaborated, almost a little too smugly, “It’s not every day that I get to hang out with Microstates like you. Aren’t I generous for noticing you?”

Before you could say anything, China piped up, “Generosity does not always mean you can flaunt your money around, America.” He fumed a little, his dark eyes fiery with simmering anger. When he turned to you, though, he had softened and nodded to you in acknowledgement. “Don’t ally yourself with this one, Microstate, he’ll just use you to get more money for himself because he still owes me.”

“Whatever you say, old man.”

“I’ll be sure to take you advice, Mr. China.” You bowed your head a little before smiling at the blond global superpower. “But don’t worry, Mr. America, I already have this covered.”

And after that, you left.

Were this any other situation, you would have banished that interaction into the furthest corners of your mind. You were a small speck on the map and they commanded the respect and attention of the world. Yet, you began to feel that something had shifted shortly after the meeting with your fellow Micronations.

For instance, America would follow you around everywhere. He had claimed that you were fun, but that didn’t make sense. You had only known him through his reputation as a larger Nation and that brief conversation at the cafe. How could he have known that you were fun from how brief those interactions were? Much to your displeasure, America waved away your concerns and said that he just liked making new friends. That wasn’t a problem, was it?

Reluctant, but not wanting to make things harder for yourself, you allowed him to hang around. At first, his presence was somewhat enjoyable. He would crack jokes, take you out to fancy restaurants after meetings, and get lost with you in foreign capitals. 

What made you uneasy was that this man never let you say no. He never wanted you to pay for the nice things he bought you. He never wanted you to go back and see your friends, stating that you would see them again anyway. You’re his new friend and it only makes sense that you spend more time with him!

So you had no choice, but to endure the American’s overbearing advances.

And then, there was China. 

Whereas America was more overt in his friendship with you and made you feel uneasy, it was China who terrified you. 

Somehow, the Chinese Nation had found out your email and your personal phone number. You reasoned that maybe he had taken your contact information from a public directory or had asked one of your close friends, but upon further investigation, you found out that none of your close friends or any of the other Micronations had interacted with the Eastern global superpower.

It was benign, though, so you let it pass.

With China, you would never see his face. Whenever possible, China would pepper your phone with seemingly curious texts. He would wish you good mornings, inquiries into your day, and what your h to ought were concerning politics and philosophy. You thought about asking why he was so interested in you, but since you were usually hanging out with America and didn’t want to cause more controversy between these two men, you refrained. 

Instead, you replied to China. 

You will not lie; talking to China was actually relaxing. While America was overbearing and his temper fluctuated like the ups and downs of a roller coaster, China’s long winded and consistently well worded paragraphs made you laugh. His refusal to admit that he was too old for technology made this seemingly ancient Nation somewhat adorable and to a certain extent, relatable. 

You considered China to be a penpal. 

On the other hand, America was a nuisance who had no idea what personal boundaries were. 

One day, China messaged you. You waited a second to make sure that American wasn’t paying attention to you, and then you sent an enthusiastic reply. Just as quick as you (which was surprising given his age), China suggested that you attend a dinner with him. Apparently, he wanted to get you know better and he was feeling the effects of stress and the boredom of attending too many meetings. 

Without thinking about it, you agreed.

The instant you did so, you saw the shadow of someone standing so close to behind you, a warm breath caressing the back of your neck. 

“Who were you talking to right now?”

You turned around and found yourself face to face with America. Like many other Nations, you were aware of the raw power that America often hid behind a childish complexion and lackadaisical demeanor. However, it was at that moment that you became aware of how domineering and terrifying America could be if you let him near enough. 

And you were stupid enough to turn your back on him. 

Never a good move. 

His cold blue eyes stared you down, icy fire roaring to life as he advanced upon you. Backing away was your only way out, but before you could make a run for it and ask for help, one of his hands reached out and too you by the shoulder. 

Another thing you knew about America from secondhand retellings, but had never experienced until now: he was freakishly strong. 

“I asked you a question.” His knuckles whitened as his grip tightened. “Answer me.”

“C-China!”

“So the old man wants to play, huh? Okay then, let’s play..” His other hand crawled up the side of your arm before slithering toward your neck. For a second, it almost felt like a lover’s caress. Too soon, though, he began squeezing you and didn’t stop despite your frantic protests. 

“Don’t worry, little Microstate, I’ll take good care of you.”

Dimly, you could hear the light buzzing from your phone as China continued to message you the address and time for your scheduled rendezvous. 

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DISCLAIMER: I do not condone yandere behavior outside of fictional settings. Please don’t mistake the actions of fictional characters displayed in works of fiction to be considered harmless in real life.

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[bates--boy]

How do you think your version of the character would react to meeting their canon-self?

...Well! This was a weird predicament he had gotten himself into, isn't it? No matter how much he went over what he said in his head, Peter still couldn't find what he's said that warranted being trapped in this man's bear hug, slender arms trapping his head close to the older man's chest. At least the man smelled nice, he guessed. And it was good to actually be able to breathe even if this hug had went longer than hugs typically went.

His older counterpart finally let him go. He looked away and cleared his throat, brushing his hands down his side and tugging his sweater straight. "Sorry about that," this man that was supposed to be him, the older him, murmured. "You were saying?"

"Erm... right!" And as if not a beat had been missed, this young boy went on, "Papa said he'll let me and my friends come with him to meetings! And I get to see his king and queen do royalty stuff! Isn't that exciting!"

"It is!" the older Peter grinned, folding his hands with a clap. He grinned. "Hey, how about a float? Would you like one?"

"Yeah!" the younger Peter skipped after his older counterpart as the eldest led them to the kitchen. "And Papa said that my princes and his princess can meet and work on projects together! It'll be like if I'm finally recognized as a country! But he also said that I need to take it slow because it's a lot of responsibility, but I can handle it! Hey, do you have strawberry ice cream? I want a strawberry float!"

"Done and done!" the elder Peter said, taking the pint of strawberry ice cream from the freezer.

-

"Am I rich?"

"Yep."

"... Is Sealand rich?"

"No."

The younger, canon Peter sat on the kitchen island, swinging his legs and letting his heels thump against the marble and wooden structure. He watched his counterpart's back, frowning as the other knead rough-looking spiced dough in a bowl. It smells... kinda nice. Far different from the tinned food he was used to. "...Do we protect our friends? Since I'm bigger, now?"

His older counterpart shook his head and dump a teaspoon of cumin into the mixing bowl. "They don't need our protection."

"Do we conquer any countries?"

"Nope."

"Do we get recognized as a country at all?"

"Nope!" The older Peter cleaned his hands on his apron and pulled his phone out of his pocket. With a few swipes on the screen, this Peter turned to that Peter and held the device out. "But this is even better."

The younger Peter took the phone and gazed down at the screen. The older Peter turned back to his work, missing the jaw dropping, the freezing of the tiny body, the glow in his eyes as he tried to work out the math and probability that could possibly led to...

"...We have a baby?"

"Yep." the older Peter glanced over his shoulder, catching his younger counterpart swiping through the album. Locked with a password this time, because he wasn't going to let the Raivis debacle happen again with another uninvited person. "Her name's Sadaf."

"She's so tiny..."

"Cuz she's a preemie."

"Preemie?"

"You know, premature? Born before she was supposed to be." The older Peter pulled a bottle of olive oil spray from the cabinet and doused the baking pan he had set out. He began to roll the dough into balls and set them into rows on the metal pan. "It's probably because her mom's human. I don't."

He continued with his work, but the silence had stretched for too long. He turned to his younger counterpart, and realized at the stunned and pale look on the other's face that maybe, just maybe, springing up that he was a father, that he was going to be a father to a sickly little baby in the future, was not the wisest choice. Older Peter can see the workings of younger Peter's mind: Niko, pushing thirty with his own wife and kid; Hutt River, a couple years into humanity, globetrotting in one study abroad program after another, from what he had heard.

The younger Peter looked back up, holding the phone more gingerly now as if he had the actually baby in his hold. "Are you... am I human, then?"

"God, I wish!" the younger Peter jumped at the admittedly vivacity of his older counterpart's reply. Head thrown back, voice loud, his cheeks aglow with humor. The older Peter shook his head and filled the last part of the pan before setting it in the oven. "But no, we're not there yet."

"Oh." the younger Peter glanced back down at the phone, and his eyes lifted to the other. "I think I'm too young to be a dad."

"It's okay, you'll get used to the idea when it happens to you," the older Peter said.

--

"THIS IS YOURS?!"

The child's outcry filled the quiet and empty house, loud enough to be the uproarious cheer of an audience all on its own.

Of course, older Peter was grinning like an emperor without clothes, vaulting onto the stage and crouching with his hand out. "Yep! And we host loads of shows and parties here!"

The younger Peter took the proffered hand and let the other hoist him up. "Even Broadway!"

"Sometimes!" the two stood straight and turned to face the house, admiring the rows and rows and levels of seats, the eloquently tarnished gold pillars and soft cream and mint painting.

"And you get to see them for free?"

"Fam, I get paid to see them!"

"...Wow..." The younger Peter craned his neck to take in the spotlights; though they were switched off, he could feel the warmth of their glow. And it was going to be all his.

--

Older Peter lowered the pen he was chewing on, gazing down at his younger counterpart as the boy fervently scrawled in his Transformer notepad. He leaned in so the other board members wouldn't hear. "Uh, you do know that you don't have to do anything in this meeting, right?" He was only there because older Peter didn't feel right leaving his younger self at home.

"Yes, I do!" the younger Peter hurriedly turned to the next page, struggling to keep up with the numbers and stats and list of shows being droned out. "I have to work! I have a child to take care of!"

The middle-aged man next to him cut his eyes sharply to this lad, furrowing his brows and gaping at this very visibly middle schooler child. Older Peter curled a finger over his lips, holding in a laugh.

--

"You see a therapist?"

Older Peter did not like the tone that his younger self used. Even more, he did not like the soft, pitying gaze that matched it. He looked at the phone in younger Peter's tiny hands, the one he let the child borrow for all the cool apps and games downloaded. Why was he not surprised that the child went snooping through the other parts of his phone.

"Yes, I do."

Younger Peter held the phone out. "Why?"

"Because I'm messed up." Older Peter took his phone back and shoved it into his pocket. "Depression, bipolar, PTSD, all the good stuff!"

"Do I really get that messed up in the future?"

Older Peter shrugged. "As long as you don't live the exact same life that I did, you should be fine."

"Oh." Older Peter could understand the relief that his younger self felt; still didn't take away the slightly offended sting he felt when the child sighed. "But, you seem so fine, now!"

"It's because of the pills, kiddo." Older Peter turned his attention back to his propped up tablet and resumed typing away on the attached keyboard. "Trust me, it was not easy at all. It's never easy."

Now, why did he have to go say all of that? Now, look at the child, standing there and fiddling with his fingers. He should be telling the kid that he was going to be okay; no matter what this version of Peter's life will play out, he had to know that he was going to be okay.

Maybe because if, god forbid, the child collected one trauma after another throughout his life, he wouldn't think that there was an easy cure for this nonsense.

But the child surprised him when he said, "You're doing a really good job, sir."

Older Peter looked up again from his device, giving the child a soft smile. He held an arm open as the child came to him, and pulled him in for a hug. "You too, kiddo. You, too."

--

"You got all the snacks you need?"

Younger Peter looked over the compostable but fancy-looking snack tray in his hands, the boxes of candy and can of soda and bags of crisps and bottled water that his older counterpart insisted on filling the whole thing. "Yep!"

"Well, let's go!" Older Peter led younger Peter to the very front rows, to the center seat right up front. As the younger settled into the seat, the older said, "You have my number if you need me, okay? I'll be backstage."

"Right!" And with a grin so wide that it actually hurt, younger Peter watched older Peter slip to the hidden stairs to the backstage, and wiggled in his seat as the lights dimmed. He craned his neck back and ripped the box of Cookie Dots open, his legs jiggling.

"Welcome, esteemed patrons of The Sadaf House, to the weekend matinee of Phantom of the Opera."

--

Peter would recognize that his canon self is a child. This loud, demanding, in-your-face vet is a child. Of course, it's strange and concerning that this boy who is supposed to be physically a preteen looks and acts like a seven-year-old, but what the hell do people expect when you leave a child isolated and with barely any access to fresh, nutritional food? A child will act like a child, and what you are supposed to do is foster an open, welcoming space for that child. Answer the questions, be encouraging, put down the phone long enough to see the drawing he made or the sick-ass cartwheel he's about to pull.

He'll buy this kid toys, he'll buy this kid books; he'll take this kid to see all of the Broadway shows that his little heart desires. Most importantly, he'd build a room for him. Just for him.

If Peter met his canon self, he'd be the parental figure that he knows this kid needed. He'd teach this kid that there is more and better to aspire to than fickle sovereignty for a rundown fort ran by a bunch of hobbyists. That sovereignty is a trap, something that brings nothing but torment, and drags out that torment by bestowing immortality, yet tempts you with promises of power and safety and love so you can keep chasing it. That he deserved better than that, deserves better than being trapped in a pit of vipers for the rest of his existence.

He'd take in this boy just as easily as he did Caleb, as he did Pakiza and Hasan, and especially like his daughter. And like his daughter, Peter would give this little boy all the love that his broken and barely stitched together heart could make, because like Sadaf, this boy, canon Peter, may be one of the dwindling number of people he can genuinely and wholeheartedly love.

[gotinterest]

Did you know that literally anyone can go on the internet and make any claims they want to ever and just lie? They can just say whatever they want. Anyways, I brought down ao3 personally and- you wouldn't guess it- but it was ACTUALLY the Principality of Sealand that paid me to do it. Yes in Sealand dollars. Turns out the exchange rate is real shit given that it's not a legally recognized currency but I did it more for love of the game than the money.

[doesthismapincludemicrostates]

What is your opinion on unrecognized micronations, such as Talossa, Sealand, Wy, Seborga, or Kugelmugel?

I love when they're a little silly and unserious (especially bc if you think about it, nationhood as a whole is a little silly. We'll all pinky promise to draw lines in the dirt and stay on our side or get stabbed about it*). I'd heard of Sealand, but not the others, so thanks for the research rabbit hole :).

I think its great when microstates commit to the bit and have to figure out how nations function, like Seborga's currency. It makes sense that they're not recognized, they're not anywhere close to self-sustaining or having resources that lets them stand mostly on their own. And the divine right of kings not being a big deal anymore kind of puts a damper on declaring yourself head of some principality and everyone accepting that or turning you into an arrow pincushion)

There's a lot that goes into nation building, (sometimes that's making Italy pinky promise to leave you alone bc you have no enticing resources, like San Marino; oftentimes it's a lot more complicated than that) and the average person doesn't think about what goes into nation building, especially in this modern age when those lines in the sand feel more concrete than they did in previous centuries.

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*this is a major understatement and trivialization of the grim reality of land conflicts. History is much more complex than that. As a whole, it's a little grim that people and countries are so possessive over land that they won't let new ones crop up or recognize others' sovereignty (Kosovo and Hong Kong are what comes to mind for me, this is not about Israel)

[goldammerchen]

i have a mega old CRACK-ish idea of prussia talking with the order of malta (hospitaller) in the outdoor seating of some coffee shop in berlin. so, picture a weird guy in hoodie and jeans talking to an actual catholic priest using formal clothes including a clerical collar.

friendly bickering / catching up is interrupted by them seeing a glimpse of molossia, who hides again as soon as he's spotted (i often assume nation-people insta recognize each other). he doesn't want to go close to the to old af former knights, but sealand and ladonia that are there as well keep reminding him too loud that molossia is technically at war with east germany.

prussia and the order of malta pretend they didn't see or hear the micronations, but eventually molossia goes near followed by sealand and ladonia, after being pestered by the kids for too long. seborga and wy (the ones with common sense) this time are not near or are too late to stop them.

...a war declaration later, an amused prussia reminds molossia that he's __ years late (reunification), unless he wants to declare war to (west) germany: "who's this much taller than me..."--hovers hand over his head--"...and this much muscular than me"--hovers hand over one of his biceps.

of course sealand and ladonia are like "yes, you can win against germany! we'll root for you (from a secure distance)!", but molossia (freaking out at that idea) pulls out the ernst thälmann island card.

"cuba said that was just symbolic."

oh.

(grinning, tilting head to a side) "still wanna fight my brother? or me?"

order of malta: "gilbert, i thought you were a changed man..."

--prussia shushes him. "not your business!" he says yet he can't contain his laughter--

(cont.) to molossia: "...you don't want to fight either of them, kid."

the older personifications end up inviting the micronations to the table, the war declaration being obviously a joke or symbolic after all. in the middle of it, prussia pulls molossia from the arm to whisper in his ear:

"if turns out i am still alive for stupidest reason, i'm beating the shit out of you and your boss."

he pushes molossia away, and continue talking with the others like nothing. the order of malta squints at prussia, shaking his head, imagining the kind of bullshit prussia just told to the poor kid.