You sat in the stiff chair, arms crossed over your chest. There was a bored expression on your face, as there was during most world conferences. Beside you sat your best friend, Peter. Although you were a bit older than him, you didn't mind hanging out with the hyper micro-nation. He was always cheerful, and being around him, you couldn't help but smile. You glanced over at the blonde who was looking unusually dejected. "Why so glum, chum?" He just shrugged, not laughing at your comment. Your brows furrowed together, becoming worried. "Sealand, are you alright?"
He let out a sad sigh, and turned to face you with big watery eyes. "That jerk England says i'll never be recognized as my own Nation, no matter how hard I try!" You gave him a sympathetic smile and put your arm around him. "Oh, Peter. Just ignore your Brother, he's only worried that if you become recognized as a Nation, you'll become stronger than him. Which you will!" You whispered the last part in his ear, as England was not sitting far away.
His eyes lit up and he smiled widely at you. "You think so, ______? That means so much to me, thank you! Even if the other Nations don't believe in me, it doesn't matter to me, because you do!" He stood up proudly and propped his hands on his hips. "You hear that everyone! I'm going to become a Nation someday! ______ Believes in me, and you all should too!" You felt your face grow warm and hid it in your hands, as he interrupted the discussion and centered out you two. "U-uhm, Peter?" He looked down at you smiling, completely oblivious to the dead silence in the room.
"You might want to sit down.." He looked around, noticing the glares he was getting from several countries and then down to your red face. He poked your cheek. "Why are you red?" You grabbed his hand and pulled him down into his chair, smiling apologetically.
He smiled sheepishly at you before returning his attention to the meeting, the determined smile never slipping from his lips.
'Can't help but admire his enthusiasm..'