"Mom, when's Momma coming home?" Sealand asked Sweden who was considered to be Mrs. Claus.
"Soon." Berwald, the nation of Sweden, answered in his gruff voice.
"Okay. Do you think he won?" Peter asked quietly.
"Finland? Yeah." Sweden answered, thinking of how strong his wife really was.
Sealand smiled, "Me too or at least I hope so. How strong is Momma when he isn't at home taking care of me?"
"Really strong." Sweden smiled down at his and Finland's adopted son.
Peter grinned, "Strong enough to convince Russia to stop being such a bully?"
"Yeah." Sweden's lips upturned in to a pleasant smile as he stared down at his son.
"Yay! Momma can defeat big, bad Russia!" Sealand cheered as he leaned forward to hug his 'Mom.'
Sweden hugged him back and lifted him up into his arms, "Let's make dinner for him for when he gets back."
"Okay. Let's." Sealand smiled as he rested against Sweden's arms before he was to be set down, and they'd make dinner for a victorious Finland.