Small Things Hurt Most

Wrong (right?) Door

Sealand broke into a run to get to the nearest bathroom. Taking a left down the hallway, he sped down the corridor until he got to a heavy wooden door. It definitely wasn't a bathroom, but it was a door he knew very well. It was the door to the meeting room.

"Sealand? What are you doing here? You know very well you're not allowed in word meetings!" Sealand heard a familiar British voice from behind him. Turning to face the angry looking Brit, he quickly made an excuse up in his head. Unfortunately, he felt it fall apart rather quickly.

The meeting was currently in Berlin, and the meeting itself was in a hotel conference room, the same one everyone was staying at.He couldn't go home, but a hotel room was just as good. It was just as quiet.

"Sorry England. I just wanted to get the room key from Finland. Then I'll leave," Sealand mumbled truthfully. While Sealand stared at the floor, England stared in surprise and confusion. Not only was he not being called a jerk, but Sealand was promising to actually leave. With a sigh, he had to admit the boy didn't seem to be doing anything wrong, not that he could prove, anyway.

"Fine, just leave as soon as you have it, alright? And no sneaking in!" Sealand agreed, nodding his head as England pushed open the heavy door. Sealand made his way to the group of chairs that currently sat the nordics and watched as Denmark laughed with Finland.

Why can't they laugh that way with me? He thought to himself. They never have. I'm just a stupid kid.The Nordics never seemed that happy when he was around. Even Norway seemed to be smiling a bit... a true rarity.

"Uh, Finland?" Sealand muttered quietly, pulling on Finland's sleeve. "Huh? Sealand, what are you doing here and not with your micronation friends?" Finland asked. "I just wanted the room key. I feel sick, so I was just going to go to the room." He told the older. Technically, it wasn't a lie. He had a horrible feeling in his stomach that refused to go away. He knew it was bad, but not really what it exactly was. Just that he hated it.

Finland looked at Sealand hesitantly. "Sure, But Sealand... we should really send someone with you. Iceland can go with you," the older suggested. That just made Sealand feel worse. He knew Finland was trying to protect him. That was the problem. He wasn't that useless...right? He could still protect himself to a degree, and the room wasn't even that far, just a floor down.

"No I'm fine, really."

With a sigh, Finland handed Sealand the thin blue card and watch as the boy headed straight of the door without complaint. Right after he had left, Finland needed to calm his nerves. "Ice, go with him."

England could barely believe as eyes as he watched Sealand calmly exit the room. He had actually kept his promise! But England couldn't help but know something was wrong. That that Sealand was not his Sealand.

Seborga groaned. He was not only unable to find Sealand, But was thoroughly lost in the hotel's maze. After a while, he gave up and headed to the lobby to ask the front desk. He could find his way and flirt with the desk lady at the same time!