Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia. If I did, I wouldn't be eating pizza pockets for breakfast.
Peter didn't want this. Uncle Mathias got power hungry and started attacking his own family. Their own family. Not like that was the only surprise. The fact that it was Uncle Mathias that got power hungry, that was the big one. Uncle Mathias was the joker, the friend, the one who let him do crazy, dangerous, and awesome things. Like trying that Brewmeister Snake Venom! Who knew the world could spin that fast?! He was only allowed a sip though. According to Tino, beer was for the "overaged," whatever that meant. Peter began to sniffle, the good memories only made the recent ones hurt more. After Mathias shared his plan for world domination, the Nordic's lives drastically changed. They started drifting apart and yelling at each other more often. He thought their family bonds were indestructible, but they snapped quickly, terrifyingly quickly.
"Just let me do this! Please, Berwald!" Mathias cried.
Scowling, Berwald tried to hold back Mathias. "You can't. This will tear us all apart!" Berwald said while Mathias desperately lunged to get out of Berwald's grip.
"Berwald's right! This is so crazy Mathias!" shouted Emil.
"What makes you think you're right? You're what? Ten?" Lukas retorted pointing at Emil.
"Hey! We can't be fighting against each other! We're a family, all of us!" said Tino desperately.
Peter watched from a distance as his family fought. 'This can't be happening. Everything will be fine.' He told himself.
Hah! Yeah right, I'm in a jail cell. Yep, totally fine. Looking up from where he sat, Peter shrunk back at the sight of Mathias. Uncle was caked in dry blood. Peter's stomach turns at the observation. Whose was it? Was it Berwald's, who valiantly opposed Mathias from the beginning? Watching with frightened eyes, he studied Mathias's grim expression. Eventually, Peter tore his gaze from Mathias. Eyes returning to flick over the bland cell wall. 1,2,3,4,...10 blocks wide. Wow, he was resorting to counting bricks. So, his family, enemies, they were enemies now,were using the worst torture of all, boredom! Flicking past the ceiling, his eyes began roving around the cell-no window-while he starts absentmindedly rubbing the bruise on his ankle. It was a pitiful attempt to destroy the door. tap, tap, tap. Peter looks up, then back down when Mathias stops in front of his cell. Mathias silently shoves a small plate of-that was not food-something under the bar doors.
"Here, some food before we leave," Mathias says in a bored tone. Then, turns to walk away.
"You wish it was food. Actually, you wish I would go anywhere with the likes of you! Where are would you take me anyway?" Peter yells, balling his fists defiantly.
"Battle." Mathias twists to face him.
"Against my family? Never!"
"Wow, you must really think I'm stupid. Ouch. Obviously, you're not going, you'd run to the other side."
Hearing footsteps, Peter peers around Mathias's side. He sees the other tall nation and glares fiercely. Trying to show them his anger. Trying to not be helpless.
"What are you looking at?" Lukas said, his monotone tinged with annoyance.
"Family. Or at least, I thought I was, Uncle!" Peter spits the title out like poison.
"Lukas! Fetch him, prepare for battle, and let's go!" Mathias's command echoes loudly in the damp room.
Blankly nodding, Lukas and Mathias begin to exit the dungeons.
"My mama and papa are going to rescue me soon! Your brother will rescue me! And they will hate you for what you've done. You betrayed them! You betrayed me! We were family! And you tossed our love like it was nothing." Peter shouts angrily.
Laughing Mathias says, "Please, don't be so deluded. I didn't betray our family. Our family refused glory. I was actually quite hurt, don't they trust me to lead us all into a new future?"
"How dare you? How dare you say we're family?! Your "future" will be built on corpses of my family! You are not family!"
"How dare I? How dare you? They're not even your family! The only reason you're part of this family is because Tino and Berwald adopted you out of pity for Arthur Kirkland! How dare you and my family? If they would just trust me, if they wouldn't fight against me, this would never happen! I would never be forced to harm them!"
"That's your twisted logic? They're choosing to fight for what they believe in, even if it's against family, and because of that, you're "forced" to fight them! You always made me laugh when I lost hope or were just feeling sad. It was hard for me too Uncle! Uncles!" Peter cried, trying to appeal to Lukas.
"Twisted logic? By your logic, I'm in essentially doing the same thing as our vaunted family-and, by the way, I'm really touched by my re-admittance in the club. But, as you said, they always viewed me as the class clown, the joker, which is exactly why they don't trust me to rule! Ah, the fate of the underdogs. Now, it's time to get ready for battle."
"Uncle Lukas, please..." Peter cries, turning to the other man.
"As you said, we fight for our beliefs, even if it tears us apart."
Mathias and Lukas promptly left, stoically ignoring the sobs of their nephew. Peter looks blankly down at the cold floor, tears flooding his eyes.
"You will find me, won't you mama and papa? You'll fix us. Put things back...back to normal!" he begs quietly.
Absentmindedly, Mathias prepares his weapons for battle. He was about to go to battle against his family. Should he do this? He wished he could have avoided this, but every single day innocent people died. He could fix it. But his own family wouldn't even give him a chance. And they were all going to kill each other because of it. How can you measure the countless ones he could save versus the lives of his own family? This battle will have no winners. Cries of death echoed in his mind. Why did blood always come before reform?
"They ignore a revolution. Despite how hard this is, it's for the greater good. Our power means we have to make terrible choices. Ones that benefit the most people, even at the sacrifice of a few, even at the sacrifice of our family." Lukas said, coming up behind Mathias.
"Yeah, don't let regrets kill you, they decided to fight us. If they couldn't even trust family, they aren't family. They wouldn't even give us a chance. It was their choice." Mathias's other ally said.
"Alright, alright! I'm not weak! I believe in what we're doing and I don't need your pity!" Mathias retorts angrily, while lifted his ax over his shoulder.
"Don't forget your rifle, because if you forget it, and need it, I'm not coming to save you." Lukas comments dryly.
Mathias snorts. "Wow, I feel the love, you guys." Silently, he thought, "Look at us laughing!" The age old dance of masking pain and grief with humor, no one wins when families are torn apart. And with that, they head into battle to help tear their own family apart.