Title: Roughs

Author: Tauros

Rating: PG, for language

Characters: C1-Sealand, Austria (no pairings!)

Chapter: 1/4 or 5

Summary: Sealand is on vacation, when he discovers that something besides the water is growing more and more turbulent back home. Based on actual Sealandic history!

Disclaimer: I do not own Peter or Roderich, they belong to Hidekaz Himaruya. I also do not own any of the real-life people named in this story, nor do I know their actual personalities. This is a work of fiction, and their personalities were molded to fit the story as I saw fit. Sorry, guys!

"I'm my own country, you know."

"...That's nice..."

The fingers fell louder, trying to drown the boy out.

"...So... Do you recognize me as a nation?"

"I wouldn't be that foolish."

A crecendo, a second vain attempt.

"...How about now?"

"No."

Pieces were skipped, the theme music of the room sounding out-of-place for a change, but still it flowed like the stormy waters around his concrete island; a harsh, angered tone.

"... ... ... ...Do you recognize me as a nation now?"

So there were four strikes in this game of ball. The older country's hands landed on odd keys, attempting to shield the sound of pure vexation with the lid slamming over the ebony and ivory of the finely aged instrument. The brunette, fighting off his twitching eye, turned his head in a rather staccato fashion, glaring down at the oblivious blonde boy.

"NO. I did not recognize you as a nation 10 years ago, I did not recognize you as a nation 6 months ago, I did not recognize you as a nation thirty seconds ago, and I do not recognize you as a nation now!" Austria snapped. However, his attempts to phase the boy were also for naught, as little Sealand kept staring up at him with expectant eyes.

"...Now?"

"Why are you even here?"

"Is that a yes?"

A fist on the piano cover, the strings vibrated with a buzz of fury.

"WHAT are you even doing here?" He snapped, beginning to wonder if he could slap the boy silly and get away with it since he only looked 12.

"Oh, I'm on vacation!"

"In my house?"

"In your bathroom!"

"...Vas der f-"

"I can't pitch a tent in my bathroom, and you had such a big house, so I thought that..."

"OUT."

Sealand finally picked up on the fury vibe, pulling his hat in front of his face, an attempt to calm him down with the "adorable little kid" face.

"But I was just looking for someone to see me, I mean I've been-"

"I. DO. NOT. CARE. OUT." Oh shit, a dark aura was starting to surround Austria. Wait, since when could the aristocratic nation pull off such an intimidating move? Hell, his aura was even darker than Russia's, and that guy was...

The older nation only needed to take one step forward now for the boy to make a run for it, deserting the tent in the bathroom.

Peter only stopped to catch his breath after he got within a few meters of the nation's border. That guy was scary... But his royal family was still touring around the country. Rather, just his king and queen, Roy and Joan Bates, were in Austria. The teenage prince was back home in Sealand, but that didn't change the fact that, at least for now, he was stuck within the borders with nothing to do. It was already boring...

Five minutes of sitting around doing nothing was getting to him. Skipping stones in the small tributary before him got old fast, he wasn't taking his chances at tasting wild berries, and woodland creatures wouldn't flock to him in cheery song like all of the movies said they would. Bugger, he was looking forward to that. So now, what was there to do? Peter now cursed his eagerness to escape, remembering the tent (with plenty of things to keep himself amused with) still pitched next to the bathtub. He should have grabbed something from inside it... Not the marshmallows, though... He had a bad experience with marshmallows... and England... and fire... and demons…
Hey, why not check on Prince Michael? He could show his boss his responsibility and earn a little respect from the other nations; maybe even get recognized and actually get full permission to camp in bathrooms! Maybe Peter's childish mind was running away with him, but who cared now? To the payphone!

Sealand did not understand German. At all. All of the instructions were in the bloody language, even the operator was monolingual in German. Usually that "honor" was reserved for Americans and their English, he never thought anyone else could speak only one language. Yet he pressed on and managed to get the number (the ONLY number) for his home. The boy mentally pat himself on the back for a job well done as the phone undoubtedly rang miles to the north sea. Then...

"Err... Hallo?"
"Ah, yes, this is Peter, could I please speak to Michael?" the young nation mustered the most mature speech his little stature could create.

"... Konnten Sie diesen Satz wiederholen?" the unfamiliar voice inquired.

German? Not the same as he heard here, but still, what were German-speaking people doing at his phone?

"Wer ist das?" Another voice, only partially audible at a distance from the foreign man who he was talking to.

"Ein Junge durch den Namen von… Peter..."

"Stoppen Sie diesen Anruf jetzt, dummkoph!"

And the line went dead. Not before Michael's brave protests, in a muffled English, were heard, though...

CLIFFHANGER!

German-to-English translator

"Vas der f-" – "What the f-"

"Konnten Sie diesen Satz wiederholen?" – "Could you repeat that sentence?

"Wer ist das?" – "Who is that?"

"Ein Junge durch den Namen von…" – "A boy by the name of…"

"Stoppen Sie diesen Anruf Sie dummkoph!" – "Stop this call now, idiot!"

I apologize for any misused German, I don't speak this language, even though I aspire to eventually.

SO this begins my little fic! This was initially a oneshot, but looking at how long the story was so far, I decided it was far too big for one chapter. So there will be four or 5 smaller chapters instead, maybe a little epilogue if my creative juices last that long. I'll see if I can update this weekly, but no promises guys, I'm working on a challenge alongside this that I might post later. I apologize if I don't get to it on schedule, and I also apologize for the crappy name, I just named it 5 minutes ago… ^^;

So, until then, please review, guys! Anyone who does gets virtual cupcakes =D