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Sealand's death

"Another crack..?" Sealand mumbled as he stared at the mirror. "Hah.. thought I had a bit longer but I guess I can't do anything about that now.."

See, he'd knew he wasn't going to have a very long life span and he was honestly fine with it. Doesn't mean he wasn't afraid, just means he knew there was no way from his doom.

With a sigh Sealand stood up with a yawn. "Time to go then.." He walked towards the docks that was only a few blocks away. He'd decided that when he was about to... go... he would sit at the docks. The place he loved the most.

With a small, but nervous smile he walked to the docks. He wasn't ready to go. It was terrifying for the small boy. His entire life was going to end and nothing and no one can save him.

Before he new it he'd made it to the docks. The smell of the ocean, the sound of seagals. Sealand smiled and walked to the end of the dock. Where usually there are people fishing and talking or swimming. The beach was normally filled with people but today a storm was rolling in and the beach was deserted. The small self declared country was all alone. "A very fitting death huh...." A small tear fell as his face started to crack.

A voice from the street yelled out to him "Sealand?!?"

"D-Dad-"

Sweden was calling out to him. He looked scared. He couldn't let him see him like this. 'he was good to me, he shouldn't see me like this–' his thought was cut off when he'd stepped back and off the dock.

Time felt slow as he fell into the water. Sweden was running towards him, but is was to late. He had fallen into the water. The cool water over took his senses. Everything became dense as he slowly sunk. The cracks slowly broke off as he continued to sink. He wanted go scream but water just filled his lungs.

After a bit Sealand stopped struggling and just let the darkness overtake him...