The Rise and Fall of my Personal Monarchy, Part 1.

My Life as a Country
I am a relatively small nation. My population, relatively stable. The state of my particular union is greatly impacted by the emigration or immigration of single individuals, thus strict immigration requirements and protocol are in affect. I shall refer to my personal nation as Melmara.
Melmara is not a large or great country, but one that endeavors to do right and is occasionally successful. Then there is the rest of the time when the governing body is unable to accomplish anything due to the bi- or tri- or whatever-partisanship of the head of the state. Other times the good intentions lead to an overused cliché that shall not be used here.
While hope is currently high, the future of this nation remain to be seen, and several other nations have already tried to destroy the recently seceded Melmara. For those lacking a proper education in the history and customs of Melmara, a history of the nation follows. For those with a proper education in these matters, I sincerely apologize for repeatedly exposing you to such depressing drivel.
History of Melmara, Part 1.
Melmara began in the summer of 1987 as a small, unexpected new territory formed by the union of two other nations. Usually this type of union results in a new nation with the same total area as the previous two combined, but well, these were two young and foolish nations and thus the territory of Melmara managed to exist despite the ridiculousness of it. The father nation of Michaelic and the mother nation of Michelea, were thought by many to be of far too different histories and peoples to make a peaceful, happy new nation. This was of course very accurate. (The emergence of a bordering territory has been repeated shown as a poor excuse for the joining of nations and quite often results in a civil war that effectively destroys both sides.)
However, for a time the two nations set aside their differences and existed as the united nation of Redmar, ruled by the King Michael, overseen by Queen Michele and loved by the young Princess Melanie, who was certain there existed no happier place. At tuck in time, King Michael tells Princess Melanie “You are my Princess.” “And you are my King.” she smiles.