Sealand was trying not to be scared. He was Sealand: he knew no fear ( Read more... )

Elliot is pacing the ground outside his Aunt's house in Dublin. He knows she's home, he saw her go in three hours earlier. He just hasn't plucked up the courage to go in yet.

But for a change, Elliot hadn't done anything wrong. Not that Aunt Brigid needed to know anyway. No, he was here for an entirely innocent reason.

He needed advice.

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[She hated meetings. Especially meetings in London that basically consisted of "Hi, I'm the sister of your country's personification, I'm the personification of the Republic of Ireland, nice to meet you" and then an hour and twenty minutes of the new PM trying to get his head around that while she worked on birthday presents ( Read more... )

( cut for the purest kind of DDD-inspired crack 8Db )