Small Things Hurt Most

Just a Brat

It was a world meeting and, as always, the micronations had been placed in a small separate room. Seborga looked around. Ladonia was on his laptop, Kugelmugel and Wy were painting with provided art supplies, and Hutt River was busily cleaning up after everyone while Molossia sat beside Seborga himself.

But, the Italian noted, Sealand wasn't there. He was usually one of the first there. "Hey Ladonia?" Seborga called to the younger boy. 

Ladonia looked up from his computer, but looked annoyed. "Yeah?"

"Do you know where Sealand is?"

"No, why would I?"

"Don't you live with him?" Seborga reasoned.

"Yeah, so? I can't keep up with that brat!" Ladonia snapped, making Seborga chuckle. It was sort of funny how much Sealand and Ladonia could act like France and England at times. Arguing, insulting, strangling...

His thoughts were interrupted by the click of the door, revealing a very annoyed looking Sealand. "Hey Sealand? You alright?" Why asked, joining the conversation.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Sealand replied. He walked to a spot near Ladonia, sitting down beside him. "Seriously Sealand? You have to sit here?" Ladonia sighed in an aspirated sigh.

Normally, Seborga knew Sealand would just brush it off. Say something back. It was Ladonia after all, his rival. But now the Italian watched as Sealand simply stood back up without a word.

"Aren't you going to say anything?" Molossia asked, sounding as surprised as Seborga was. Sealand just kept on walking, not saying a thing as he walked to the door.

"You okay?" Hutt River asked. Seborga could tell he was concerned for Sealand by how his eyes looked softer than they usually were.

"Why would you care?"

Everyone in the room now turned to look at the Sealander.

"Sealand, what do you mean? Of course we care!" Seborga exclaimed, making his way near the boy.

"I mean , why should you care? Aren't I just a brat? A weak, useless brat?"  Sealand spat the words like poison. And each micronation in the room was astonished. None of them thought he was useless! 

"Don't think I don't hear you all the time- how I should just go away. How I'll never be recognized anyway. Hell, even Wy and Seborga are recognized by someone!" As Sealand growled the last part, he stormed out of the room, down the hallway. The other micronations stood there in shock. 

Sure, Sealand could be childish, but everyone is sometimes. And he was nice to everyone, and always tried his best. He was far from a brat. And they never thought he held any resentment against Wy or Seborga for their recognition. He had never said anything before.

" I didn't mean it in a bad way..." Seborga heard Ladonia mumble. With a sigh, he raced out the door. "Sealand! Wait!"