A/N- U-um, hi there. I don't really know what possessed me to write this, but I'll do my best! Like the description said, it's based off the Lion King. The character roles pretty much go like this:

Simba = Sealand
Mufasa = Sweden
Simba's mom = Finland
Rafiki (crazy baboon) = Denmark (aka Mathias)
Zazu = England
Nala = Wy (aka Julie)
Scar = Austria
Shenzi (female hyena) = France
Banzai (Guy hyena) = Prussia
Ed (idiot hyena) = Spain

And America and Canada switch between the roles of Timon and Pumbaa. I liked the pair of them as the part, but it was too hard deciding who would be who. Of course, they don't show up for a while, though, soo… yeah. Maybe I'll have it decided by then.

"So, you'll be able to take care of him, right?" Arthur shifted where he stood. He was disappointed, angry. Too weak to protect his own little brother. But he had seen that man's face and known this was best. It wasn't like he would never see his little brother again—he just wouldn't be guardian. Or of the same rank. Or near him on most days. Still. Everything was fine.

Berwald replied, "He'll b'fine." Arthur nodded, staring at the one-year-old Peter Kirkland. Or Peter Oxenstierna, now, he supposed.

Damn it all.

Berwald stood up, addressing everyone else in the room. "Listen." They did. "These two are my sons now." Arthur blinked. He was sure that Berwald was going to leave him alone for the rest of his (possibly very short) life. "Peter'll be m'heir." He saw that one coming. Peter was to be the only official son after all. "Arthur'll be my advisor once he gets older." Again, he was shocked. He had expected to be like anyone else. He forced his mouth to not hang open, but his eyes were wide. "They're f'll members now, and I expect both of them," "both of them" being the baby and his failure of a teenage criminal older brother, "to be treated as such. That is all."

"Congratulations, Arthur," Tino, Berwald's supposed "wife", greeted him with a sweet smile that Arthur could only barely return.

"I'm so happy for you guys!" Mathias, Berwald's best friend (for whatever reason, given they argued non-stop), clapped him on the back excitedly before going to the baby. Berwald grudgingly gave him the child, and Mathias held him in the air for the world to see like the idiot he was.

Yeah, congratulations. Welcome to the family.

Welcome to the gang.

"Rod'rich." The name came out gruff, more so than his usual voice.

"Can I help you, Berwald?" His voice had a calm indifference as he abandoned his piano.

"I made the announcement today, 'bout Peter an' Arthur, an' you weren't there." Roderich wondered if Berwald actually cared about his presence, or if he was simply checking up on the pianist. Like a guard checking on a traitor.

"I was busy. I have my life as well, you know." His darling girlfriend, his career outside of this… less-than-favorable one, he definitely had his own life. He needed it after failing to get control of this little family. He was an outcast among outcasts nowadays.

"Y'need to come to these kinda things, Rod'rich." Berwald's eyes narrowed in a frightening glare. Or, at least, it might have been a glare. Maybe it was just him thinking.

"I'll remember it the next time you adopt two ruffians."

Yes, Roderich was an outcast among outcasts, but he still held enough influence to talk back.

But this was definitely a real glare Berwald wore, one that sent chills down his spine. "B'careful, Rod'rich," he warned, his voice a deep growl, "You've fallen from grace, and you know that. Y'need to watch what you say now."

"Yes, I know."