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The blonde made his way towards the Soviet Estate, humming a happy tune under his breath. He wasn't used to cold weather, but the new scarf that Papa Berwald had knitted him was keeping him warm all the same.

Today was special. Special because Ivan had given Raivis special permission to invite him over. The boy grinned. He had the toy boat in his bag, along with a bag of sea salt and vinegar potato crisps that Latvia was so fond of. Today was going to be so much fun!

The weather wasn't too bad, and it was about the end of sumer time, which meant that the cold would move in any time it pleased. It was also the only time he would be able to see his friend since his Papa and Mama didn't like it when he went out in the snow for too long. Especially if that snow was in the Soviet territory.

He reached the front door, and gave three loud knocks. He waited patiently before a padding of footsteps were heard and the door was swung open. A green orbed brunette smiled down at him.

"Peter! I was statring to wonder where you went off to." Toris said jokingly. "Please, come in!"

The said boy gave a grin and stepped inside. But just as he did so, there was a loud bang that came from the second landing.

"What was that?" The blonde asked, turning his gaze to the Lithuanian. Immediatley the other had turned a gery colour in the face.

"Mr. Toris? What's wrong? And Peter would like to know what that bang was." He said, tugging at the man's sleeve. Toris was shaking the slightest bit, but feigned a smile.

"P-Peter, would you like some tea? I think that it may take a while for Raivis to get down here."

"Fear not!" Peter burst. "If Raivis can't come, than I shall go get Raivis!" He said before bolting up the stairs.

"Peter! No!"

It was too late to stop the boy. He was already on the second landing and running down the corridor towards his friend's room.

"Raivis! Peter has to come to-"

"Ah!"

The Sealander's body went rigid when he set his eyes upon his friend, who wasn't the only one in the room. Ivan had the boy's legs, pantless legs, on either side of him and was rocking back and forth, his face slightly flushed and a smile gracing his lips. The youngest Baltic seemed to be unaware of the blonde's presence as he cried out, grasping he sheets and arching his back as his legs tightened.

"Wh, What is Raivis doing...?"

Cool hands slipped over his eyes and gently led him away. The door was left open, letting the Latvian's cries float down the hall and haunt Peter's ears.

"I'm sorry you had to see that." Came a quietly grave voice.

It was Toris. One of his hands uncovered his eyes and grasped his hand as he was led down the stairs. Once they were on the first landing, both hands fell away from him. The boy's legs were shaking, and his mouth was dry.

"What... were they doing?" He asked, looking up into the Lithuanian's crisp green eyes. Those eyes looked away, as if they were trying to find a suitable answer.

"Peter, I don't think that it's in my place to answer that question, and it may be a bit too early for you... But please, promise me, don't think of Raivis badly because of this." He said, falling to one knee so that he could match the other's height. Peter furrowed his eyebrows.

"Of course I won't! Raivis is my best friend, and I'll always be there, no matter what!" He said in a delcarative tone with his hands fisted and resting on his hips. Toris gave a thankful sigh and pulled the boy into a hug.

"Thank you so much Peter. Now I think it best if you go back home for the day; I'll call Tino or Berwald if you want to be picked up."

"No! Peter is a big boy now, so I can go home by myself." The blonde said, an 'ahem, I'm pretty awesome' look in his eyes. The other gave a nod and stood up.

"Alright then, I'll ring your parents to let them know that you're on your way back. Use to toilet if you need to before going."

But the Sealander was already out the door, running with his blue back pack and scarf flailing about.

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