DARE NUMBER TWO.
THIS IS A SEALAND/FRANCE FANFIC OKAY?
FRANCE AND SEALAND GO ON AN ADVENTURE
The boy was excited, running to find another GLORIOUS NATION- Peter wanted to share his findings! A starfish, ho'boy! It was so close to his fortress, too! Maybe it could be his national animal now! Searching around, no one was in sight. What the hell. Then, suddenly- A figure in the distance! ALL RIGHT! Kicking it into gear, his sailor boy's hat bounced up and down with each impact of shoe to pavement.
"HEEEEEY!" The Sealander shouted at the man.
What turned around was a gentlemen, sporting a whiskery beard and slightly curled, blonde hair. Peter knew this guy, Arthur didn't like him so HEY MAYBE HE WASN'T SO BAD? Francis, wasn't it? Yeah. That French dude. They make good baked shit.
"Ah, my good man, FRANCIS!" Peter stated, trying to sound ADULT and INDEPENDENT.
"Hmmm," Started Francis, "Talk to me in ten years, okay?"
Receiving a wink from the Frenchman, Peter was displeased! RAAAAA LOOK AT MY STARFISH-- Thus, he proceeds to shove the oceanic creature into blondie's face; "LOOK WHAT I FOUND."
Francis was confused. What the hell was this kids prob-- oh right, he's a kid. He probably eats dirt or something, too. TIME TO BE FATHERLY- He did good with Canada, right? RIGHT?! GOD DAMMIT. Okay.
"Put that aside, garçon," starts Francis, "What you really need ... Are de jolies filles~~"
"ARE THE JOLLIES FILLED?" YELLED PETER LIKE THESE CAPS LOCK ARE ON FIRE, "THAT'S NOT MY DEPARTMENT. But yeah, okay, I guess my jollies are filled- I'm in a pretty good mood."
"Non non" Replied Francis--
BUT THEN ALL OF A SUDDEN ALIENS CAME.
...
....
....
OVER TO MY HOUSE.
Okay, but they beamed up francotty and petecotty and were like, "SHOW US TO YOUR LEADER!"
Peter pointed at himself, "You're looking at him."
Meanwhile, Francis undressed and pointed at his dick, "Here's your leader."
"TWO LEADERS?" Asked the aliens, confused, "TO MAKE THINGS EASIER, WE MUST COMBINE THE TWO LEADERS INTO ONE."
"W-Wait--" Started Francis-- BUT IT WAS TOO LATE-- The aliens got out their lust-beam and shot it at Sealand. Peter was overwhelmed with lust. In alien-world, the smaller one always topped so this made amazing sense to them!
"Ohhhhh~ How do you say--- "Let's fuck" in your silly language, Francis?~~" Peter said, drooling.
"I'd tell you, but I'm afraid I'll have to reinstate that I want to wait ten yea--"
Peter grabbed Francis' crotch and began to massage it, his eyes only half open and glazed--
And then.
And then.
THE POWER RANGERS BURST INTO THE SPACE SHIP AND SHOT THE FUCKING ALIENS AND THE BEAMS POWERS RAN OUT AND PETER WAS LIKE
"OH MY GOD"
AND THEN HE JUMPED OFF THE SPACESHIP AND SHIT WENT DOWN BECAUSE THERE'S NO AIR IN OUTERSPACE HE'S IN THE BEST SELLING SHOW LIFE ON MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARS.
FRANCE AND SEALAND GO ON AN ADVENTURE
The boy was excited, running to find another GLORIOUS NATION- Peter wanted to share his findings! A starfish, ho'boy! It was so close to his fortress, too! Maybe it could be his national animal now! Searching around, no one was in sight. What the hell. Then, suddenly- A figure in the distance! ALL RIGHT! Kicking it into gear, his sailor boy's hat bounced up and down with each impact of shoe to pavement.
"HEEEEEY!" The Sealander shouted at the man.
What turned around was a gentlemen, sporting a whiskery beard and slightly curled, blonde hair. Peter knew this guy, Arthur didn't like him so HEY MAYBE HE WASN'T SO BAD? Francis, wasn't it? Yeah. That French dude. They make good baked shit.
"Ah, my good man, FRANCIS!" Peter stated, trying to sound ADULT and INDEPENDENT.
"Hmmm," Started Francis, "Talk to me in ten years, okay?"
Receiving a wink from the Frenchman, Peter was displeased! RAAAAA LOOK AT MY STARFISH-- Thus, he proceeds to shove the oceanic creature into blondie's face; "LOOK WHAT I FOUND."
Francis was confused. What the hell was this kids prob-- oh right, he's a kid. He probably eats dirt or something, too. TIME TO BE FATHERLY- He did good with Canada, right? RIGHT?! GOD DAMMIT. Okay.
"Put that aside, garçon," starts Francis, "What you really need ... Are de jolies filles~~"
"ARE THE JOLLIES FILLED?" YELLED PETER LIKE THESE CAPS LOCK ARE ON FIRE, "THAT'S NOT MY DEPARTMENT. But yeah, okay, I guess my jollies are filled- I'm in a pretty good mood."
"Non non" Replied Francis--
BUT THEN ALL OF A SUDDEN ALIENS CAME.
...
....
....
OVER TO MY HOUSE.
Okay, but they beamed up francotty and petecotty and were like, "SHOW US TO YOUR LEADER!"
Peter pointed at himself, "You're looking at him."
Meanwhile, Francis undressed and pointed at his dick, "Here's your leader."
"TWO LEADERS?" Asked the aliens, confused, "TO MAKE THINGS EASIER, WE MUST COMBINE THE TWO LEADERS INTO ONE."
"W-Wait--" Started Francis-- BUT IT WAS TOO LATE-- The aliens got out their lust-beam and shot it at Sealand. Peter was overwhelmed with lust. In alien-world, the smaller one always topped so this made amazing sense to them!
"Ohhhhh~ How do you say--- "Let's fuck" in your silly language, Francis?~~" Peter said, drooling.
"I'd tell you, but I'm afraid I'll have to reinstate that I want to wait ten yea--"
Peter grabbed Francis' crotch and began to massage it, his eyes only half open and glazed--
And then.
And then.
THE POWER RANGERS BURST INTO THE SPACE SHIP AND SHOT THE FUCKING ALIENS AND THE BEAMS POWERS RAN OUT AND PETER WAS LIKE
"OH MY GOD"
AND THEN HE JUMPED OFF THE SPACESHIP AND SHIT WENT DOWN BECAUSE THERE'S NO AIR IN OUTERSPACE HE'S IN THE BEST SELLING SHOW LIFE ON MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARS.