Latvia's POV

I woke up to the repeated ringing of my doorbell.

I slowly found my way to the door, eyes met with a harsh light from the sun. I instantly shielded them, yawning, and looked to see who had come to visit me today. It was Sealand.

"Little brother! Please, come inside."

To my surprise, he stepped inside, not going into the living room where I usually take me guests. Then I noticed a girl standing beside him.

"We're here on business." She began. "The major countries are gone. You've noticed, right?"

"Yes I have. It's weird not having Mr. Russia around, I think I kinda like it."

"Well, we're going to find them and bring them back." She stated, arms crossed.

"No! Why would you do that!? I finally am living life in peace and I think I grew an inch too!" Hold up. I'm starting to feel like they're patents and I'm a little kid, stating my opinion that would only pass through their minds, meaningless as chaff the wind blows away. Oh the struggle is real. "I mean, Russia was not nice to me, and you want him to come back? I'm sorry, I don't think I could help you if it means being oppressed again."

"Latvia, please. No one has joined our search party yet, and you're the sixth person we've asked..." Sealand stared at me with... those eyes. Pleading blue eyes, penitrating the depths of my soul. It wasn't even a demanding stare, yet I felt a twinge in my heart, a pang of sadness. I let out a heavy sigh and close my eyes. Be firm, show them who's boss.

"I'll consider it, but please get out." I didn't really mean the first part... but an adventure? I guess that sounds pretty neat. But from what I read in books, I could get my arm chopped off my mutant monkeys or something, so...

I opened my eyes and noticed they were already at the sidewalk, backs facing me. "Bye!" I called. They turned to me and waved, answering my farewell.