A/N: Hello everyone! Just wanted to say that this story will use both human names and names (although it will use human names more... hope that this doesn't confuse anyone).

Chapter One

The personification of England let out a sigh of relief when the World Meeting had come to an end. It had been a disaster; the countries of the world had accomplished nothing, several countries had numerous fights, everyone had been shouting the entire time (much to the frustration of Ludwig, who had tried and failed to get everyone to shut up), and what was worse, stupid Peter had somehow managed to sneak into the meeting. That boy really got on Arthur's nerves...

Arthur got up and was about to leave the conference room when someone called his name. He spun around and his bushy eyebrows shot up.

"Berwald?"

"Art'ur." Berwald repeated as he strode towards the shorter blond, with a cheery-faced Tino and a gloomy Peter in tow. Peter sent a death glare in Arthur's direction and Arthur regarded him coldly in return.

"Hello, Arthur! How are you today?" Tino smiled at Arthur.

"I'm...fine." Arthur replied, looking a little puzzled.

"Tha's good." Tino's smile widened and it looked as if it might tear his face apart. They awkwardly stared at each other for a while.

"Well... it was nice speaking to you." Arthur finally broke the silence, wanting nothing more than to go home, drink tea and relax.

"W-wait! Just wait! I, erm... Berwald and I wanted to know if you could look after Peter next week. We're going to be away for a while with the other Nordics... we've got very important matters to discuss and we'd rather not get Petteri involved-"

"Peter." Peter interjected.

"-Yes, Peter," Tino smiled apologetically at the micronation, "Anyway, we need someone to... look after him while we're away." Tino explained with a shy expression on his face.

"I see..."

"So... will you look after him? We understand if you're too busy to take him in for a week, we'll get someone else..."

"Could you? It's just, I'll be very busy myself. I've got lots of work to do." Arthur lied. Why would he want to look after a selfish little brat when he could just relax and drink tea?

Tino's expression faltered, Peter glared at Arthur with hate-filled eyes and Berwald remained as stoic as ever.

"Stupid England... doesn't even care..." Peter muttered under his breath.

"Oh. Well then, like I said, we'll just have to get someone else. Er... do you have any recommendations?" Tino asked hopefully. He knew that Estonia wouldn't be able to look after Peter, as he was busy himself. Oh, the woes of being a country.

"Just get someone other than me," Arthur smiled, "Good day." he said before he started to walk away.

"Jerk..." Peter mumbled.

Tino looked slightly stunned. "Well... who should we get now? Alfred? Elisabeta?" he paused for a moment, "Francis?"

At Berwald's questioning look, he expalined, "I know he's a bit of a pervert, but you can't deny, he's good with kids. He did raise Matthew, after all."

"Who?"

"Matthew. You know... Canada. Alfred's brother."

Silence.

"Who?"

Tino sighed, "Nevermind. The point is, he's a good big brother. Maybe he'll look after Peter..."

"Isä, I'm standing right here." Peter scowled. He hated it when people talked about him as if he wasn't there.

"Sorry," Tino apologised automatically, then turned to Berwald. "Think we should ask him?"

Judging from the look on his face, Berwald clearly did not like the idea. He did not trust the perverted nation of romance- but then again, Berwald didn't trust anyone (with the possible exception of Tino and Peter). However, there was no one else that Berwald could think of, and so he nodded.

The family of three set off to find Francis- only to find him brawling with Arthur.

"What did you say about my cooking, you bloody frog?!"

"You know exactly what I said. It is ze most deesgusting thing I 'ave ever tasted, I was eel for three months after eating your cooking! It tastes worse than worms and maggots on a moldy piece of 'am!"

"Why you-!"

Berwald cleared his throat and the two rivals stopped arguing and stared at the older nation. The cold, blue eyes and the blank look that was etched on his face almost made Arthur shudder. Almost.

"Francis. We wo'ld l'ke to sp'ek w'th y'u." Berwald stated and Francis frowned.

"Oh, um. Very well."

"M'wife and I wo'ld appr'ciate it if y'u co'ld look af'er Pe'er n'xt week."

"How many times do I have to say this? I am not your wife, Berwald!" a fuming Tino was ignored by everyone. He cared for Berwald, loved him even, but he was not and would never be romantically involved with him... or so he kept insisting.

Francis blinked.

"You... want me... to look after Sealand?"

Berwald inclined his head. Arthur gaped at Berwald as if he'd gone mad. Who the hell would ask a creep like Francis to babysit?

"Why, I'd be delighted to!" Francis exclaimed happily. "We'll cook, we'll go dancing, we'll go fishing-"

"Now wait just one minute!" Arthur said rather loudly, his initial shock wearing off. "You won't be doing any of those ridiculous things together!"

Francis raised an eyebrow and Tino frowned.

"I will be the one looking after Peter next week!" Arthur stated. Lithuania and Poland, who had been in the same area, gaped at him in shock. Arthur ignored them, despite being a little shocked himself. He knew he was doing the right thing, though. There was no way in hell he would let his little brother stay with that pervert for an entire week! He may hate the little toe-rag, but his hatred for the brat was nothing, nothing compared to his hatred for the frog. He would never wish for anyone to spend a week with Francis, not even an enemy.

"But... I thought you said you were busy-"

"Well... I'm not that busy. Just a little. I suppose having little Peter around won't be too much of a nuisance-"

Peter gritted his teeth and shot Arthur a death squint.

"-after all, he is my... brother." Arthur said with an uneasy expression, as though it pained him to ever admit that he was related to Peter. "So would it really be a bad thing if he came over? We are brothers and our relationship is... strained. It would be a good idea to try and... and... bond with each other." Arthur said with difficulty. Oh dear God, no one would ever believe that he actually wanted to bond with the brat.

Berwald and Tino stared at each other, as if considering Arthur's proposal.

"I suppose... it wouldn't be a terrible idea..." Tino trailed.

Oh, yes. Yes it would. Arthur knew it. Francis knew it. Peter knew it. Berwald knew it. Tino knew it, but didn't want to admit it.

"Like you said, you are his brother..." Tino said, then bit his lip. He looked at Berwald, who nodded his approval. "Oh, alright! Besides, what harm could it do?"

Francis looked defeated, Arthur looked as if he had been sent to the gallows (despite having asked to look after Peter, he really, really didn't want to) and Peter scrunched up his nose in disgust.

"Don't I get a say in this?" he asked bitterly.

Everyone ignored him.

Arthur Kirkland let out a long sigh as he sat down on his favourite armchair in his cosy mansion. He sipped his tea and anxiously glanced at the grandfather clock. Peter was to arrive in five minutes. The blond sighed and put his tea cup down. He'd best get ready for the little devil's arrival. Why had he agreed to this again? Oh, that's right, because he was an idiot... and he really didn't want Peter to spend time with that pervert Francis. Lord knows what horrors he'd have gone through. At least with Arthur, he was safe... or safer.

Ding dong.

The doorbell rang, causing a shiver to run down Arthur's spine. As he went to answer the door, he wondered what would get broken during the rascal's visit. He opened the door widely and stared at the two nations that stood on his doorstep, one of them carrying a large sack.

"Moi, Arthur!" Tino greeted Arthur with a wide smile. Arthur managed to make a feeble smile in return.

"Hello, Tino... Berwald." he acknowledged as he saw the very tall man who stood behind Tino. He stepped aside and, like the wonderful gentleman that he was, asked, "would you like to come in?"

"Thank you for the offer, but no. We really should get going. You'll find everything Peter needs in here," Tino handed the sack over to Arthur, "I apologise for not bringing a suitcase, but we needed more than we thought we did. Suitcases, that is. We had to take poor Peter's suitcase," Tino leaned in closer towards Arthur and whispered, "I'm sorry for Peter's behaviour last week. He doesn't usually act that way. He was very upset, that's all."

"I see... " Arthur said, but then realised something, "speaking of Peter, where is he?"

"Peter? Why, he's right-" Tino turned around and his eyes widened. "Peter?"

There was no sign of the micronation.

"B-but I don't understand! He was here just a few seconds ago-!"

"He's ov'r th're." Berwald said, jerking his head in the direction of a small boy who was happily playing with a little black and white cat.

Arthur marched towards Peter and yelled, "Hey!"

Peter flinched, thinking that Arthur was talking to him.

"Get out of here, cat!"

The cat saw Arthur approaching it too quickly for its liking and took off. Peter scowled at his older brother.

"You didn't have to do that, it didn't do anything wrong."

"That bloody cat always comes here, it scares Flying Mint-Bunny."

Peter frowned. Wasn't that one of Arthur's imaginary friends?

"Peter!"

Peter's head snapped in the direction of the voice.

"Peter, Pappa and I are leaving now," Tino said with a sad look on his usally cheerful face, "aren't you going to say goodbye?" he opened his arms widely.

Peter immediately ran into them and Tino gave his son a big bear hug. Peter wrapped his arms around Tino's neck tightly. Normally, Peter wasn't this clingy. But he was upset. Not only was he being parted from his beloved parents for half a fortnite, but he had to stay with that jerk England.

Tino had to pry Peter off him and Peter turned to Berwald. The father and son exchanged a long hug, and the loving look that Berwald gave his son surprised Arthur. He had hardly ever seen any emotion on Berwald's face and when he had, it was either directed at Tino or it was because he was angry.

"Well... we should get going. We'll see you in a week's time." Tino held out his hand to Arthur, who accepted it and shook it.

"Berwald." Arthur managed to make a small smile and Berwald inclined his head.

"Look af'er h'm."

"I will." Arthur promised. He watched as the family of three exchanged last goodbyes before Berwald and Tino climbed into their car and took off, with Tino waving at the two brothers. Peter waved back, his arms swinging in the air wildly and nearly whacking Arthur's face. The two Kirkland brothers stayed there until the car was out of sight. Peter let his arms drop to his sides.

"I'm tired. I'm going to bed." Peter said, despite the fact that it was only six pm.

"Don't forget to brush your teeth." Arthur reminded automatically.

Peter grumbled in response and walked inside the big mansion, leaving his older brother with his sack.

A/N: So, that's the first chapter done! The boys are in for a long week. Now, I know that usually in some stories, Tino is the "mama". Well, I just wanted to have Peter call him "isä", which means "dad" in Finnish and to have him call Berwald "pappa", which is "dad" in Swedish. I'm not quite happy with this chapter and I know that it's short, but next chapter will be longer (and much better). I feel that some of the characters might be a bit OOC, so if you feel that way too, please tell me. Constructive criticism is welcome. Please review!