She knew one of the others was outside, and actually was more than a little concerned that they hadn't just waltzed right in like was traditional. So she sat her knitting down and headed over to open the door.
And found herself staring down at the only brother that was shorter than her standing on her doorstep and clearly trying very very hard to be brave about something.
"It's." Peter swallowed around the lump in his throat and tried again. "It's about my royal family. Th-there was an accident, and... they're all..." He trailed off, attempting to seem in control for about a moment longer before he gave up and clung to his sister.
He wasn't crying, yet. He was a strong nation who didn't cry.
"Daor Íosa Ó, a Dhia, agus Padraig," she whispered, realizing what had happened. "Me dear Wee Peter."
She dropped to her knees and wrapped her arms around him tightly, letting him cling to her as much as he wanted or needed to. "Me poor lad, I'm so very sorry, aye I am." She rubbed his back, pressing a quick kiss to his hair. "Anythin' I can be doin'?"
"I don't know." His voice quavered, much as he didn't want it to. "Y-you've seen countries go, right? ...Does it hurt much?" He had wanted to go in a flash of glory, a grand war against another superpower, something befitting the amazing country that Sealand was... but right now, he just wanted to know that it wouldn't be too painful.
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And found herself staring down at the only brother that was shorter than her standing on her doorstep and clearly trying very very hard to be brave about something.
"Wee Peter? What's wrong, sweetheart?"
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He wasn't crying, yet. He was a strong nation who didn't cry.
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She dropped to her knees and wrapped her arms around him tightly, letting him cling to her as much as he wanted or needed to. "Me poor lad, I'm so very sorry, aye I am." She rubbed his back, pressing a quick kiss to his hair. "Anythin' I can be doin'?"
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