I don't know what this from, or where the idea came from but it just worked out this way… Hope you enjoy!

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Can I Trust You?

Ch.1 : The Start of It All

How can I trust you, after all that you did…? It isn't fair, and I don't-I can't-believe in you anymore… Finland leaned back against the couch and cried.

-One week prior-

"Sve, are you gonna make breakfast or am I?" Finland rolled over on his side and stared at Sweden.

"I love y'r cooking." Sweden mumbled as he stared at the ceiling, "But if y' want me to I will."

"Your cooking is better than mine and you know it, plus it's a Saturday morning so I'd rather not make our son moody so early. He'll be with us all day." Finland giggled when Sweden nodded and rolled over to get up. "Maybe we should get him to help us with some chores in exchange for a few hours at the movies with Latvia so we can have some private time…"

Sweden nodded and stood. "If we're lucky we can get Poland to go on such short notice. So they can have a chaperone…" As he made his way to the bathroom he heard Finland hum in agreement and pick up the phone.

-Meanwhile-

Denmark huffed as Norway walked away. A slap print reddened and throbbed on his face and he rubbed in hopes to ease the pain but that didn't work.

It wasn't fair! How was it that Sverige could get Finland , but Denmark couldn't get Norway or Iceland. Norway made sure of that. He wondered sometimes if Norway was even happy being hear. While he wasn't sure with Norway, he knew Iceland wasn't completely happy. The boy had made it clear when he stated it randomly one night during dinner. Norway scolded him for saying such things aloud, but that comment only made the Dane wonder what was going on in Norway's head.

Denmark sighed. If only he could make that stupid swede as unhappy as he was…Or at least as doubtful.

-Back to SuFin and Peter-

"Peter, breakfast is ready." Sweden said through his thick accent. He didn't mind it much, but it did make him uncomfortable when others couldn't understand him. He watched his son rise and fall back before deciding maybe he was a bit too early for his son. However, he didn't want to let his son eat cold breakfast. "Eh, Peter?"

"Papa~! I don't wanna get up! And I'm Sealand! Call me Sealand!" Peter rolled over and pulled his pillow over his bed.

"Weather's kinda crummy, but if y' wanna go out t'day you gotta get up and help y'r Mom. But before that y' gotta eat breakfast." Sweden stood and walked away.

"Wai-? Go out? Where?" Sealand asked sitting up on his elbows.

"I dunno…Ask y'r Momma." And the older male was gone in a heartbeat.

Finland was taking a shower when he heard the bathroom door open and close. "..Sve?" When there was no answer Finland opened the shower curtain slightly to see the bathroom door closing again. Maybe Sweden didn't hear him? He shrugged and continued to wash. When he dried and dressed he realized that there was no way that Sweden couldn't hear him, he was rather loud…Maybe he was distracted? To calm his questioning mind, he went to go ask Sweden.

He found the taller male sitting in the kitchen with Sealand eating.

"Morning, Sealand!" Finland smiled at the other before sitting down beside the micro-nation. "Oh, Sve! How come you didn't answer me in the bathroom?"

"Hm?" Sweden lifted an eyebrow. "When?"

"Just before I came down…" Finland answered before starting into breakfast.

"Papa was down here with me the whole time…" Sealand answered before Sweden could open his mouth. "He fixed me my breakfast and started reading the newspaper, but then he heard you coming and put it away."

Finland raised an eyebrow before looking around. He leaned over the table to whisper to Sweden, who leaned in. "But, Sve, I saw the bathroom door close after I called you…What if there's someone in the house with us?"

Sweden nodded before excusing himself and leaving the room.

Finland sighed a shaky breath and ran a hand through his hair. He stood and grabbed a knife sitting it on the counter in case it was needed. He bent and filled Hanatamago's food dish. He waited for the familiar scamper of Hanatamago's feet on the stairs, but it never came…Maybe she was sick? Or with Sweden? Or…what if there is an intruder, and she's hurt? He turned to Sealand who was at the table eating still, shoulders up in a sense of tension, which seemed to be filling the house.

Sealand helped Finland clean, like he was asked to, but Finland had forgotten all about that and had only asked to keep the small boy from leaving his sight and possibly getting hurt. When they were done they sat in the living room, in absolute silence. Finland turned the television on only once Sweden came down the stairs.

Finland walked to meet him at the stair, once there Sweden pulled him in to whisper to him. He glanced down at the white bundle of fluff in his arms before speaking. "All's clear, but I found Hana under the bed. She looked scared. Maybe she was messing with the door and got scared when you called me."

"I'd loved to agree, Sve, I would, but that isn't possible. The door closed with a click…that's why I thought it was you…" That wouldn't have happened if it was Hana! Plus, why was the door even open, I'd closed it? Finland held onto Sweden's arm before turning and looking at Sealand on the couch. He was sitting happily before seeing his mother's worried gaze. "What's wrong?"

"N-nothing! It's just that I had thought Poland and Latvia would be here by now… You should get dressed for the movies." Finland smiled and bent to pick up his son to bring him to his room.

"I'm not a baby~! I can walk!" Sealand shouted as he stomped up the stairs, Finland following closely behind him.

"Let y'r Mama sit with you while y' change 'kay?"

"Fine, fine…" Peter mumbled under his breath.

Finland giggled before opening the door to Peter's room open for him. "Change quickly, I don't know when they'll be here."

Peter shuffled through things for a couple of minutes before pulling out another sailor suit of a lighter blue and pulling it on. "Now, what?"

Finland wrinkled his nose in disapproval at how slow he son was being and at how messy he looked. He patted the young boys clothes down to dis-rumple them, and then moved onto mess with the boys hair and eyebrows.

"I'm not a girl!" Sealand shouted, flailing his hands about to remove his 'mother's' hands. "I don't need all that done; I'm just going to see Latvia. He's a meanie anyway!"

Finland smiled at the small boy before turning to leave. As he looked into the boy's mirror he saw the face of someone looking at him from Sealand's closet. "W-why don't you go and talk to your father for a bit, huh?" he patted Sealand to get him to the door, hoping that the person wouldn't attack his son.

Sealand turned and gave Finland a funny look. "Okay…"

He closed the door and he stood on the top stair watching Sealand down before grabbing a baseball bat from the hall closet and entering Sealand's room again. He stared at the closet before opening the door and raising an arm. A body came out at full speed, colliding with him causing them to crash painfully to the floor.

"Sweden! Berwald, help me! Ber-!" He hand closed over his mouth.

"Are you nuts?" A familiar voice whispered frantically.

After blinking away the black spot that formed from the collision along with the fear, he found that it was Denmark lying over him. "Wh-?"

"F'n?" Sweden called out from afar.

"Sh't!" Denmark mumbled as he stood and pulled open the window. "Don't let him know I was here. Lie if you have to." And with that he yanked the window door about half way and jumped down.

Finland lie on the floor, stunned. What? What just happened?

"Fin!" The door busted open and Sweden came in with a hockey stick. He bent down beside Finland. "Are y' alright?"

"Yeah!" Finland shouted a little too quickly and a bit too loudly. "Fine."

A glance at the bat told him the tall Swede didn't believe him. But no matter, he stood and reached down to take Finland's hand. After receiving it he yanked the smaller boy up and into his arms. "Are y' sure y'r okay?"

"Yup!" Finland smiled up at him. He didn't want to get Denmark in any more trouble than necessary, but what the heck was he doing in my son's closet? He tried not to let it bother him as he walked down stairs to see Sealand sitting on the couch with Hanatamago and looking worried.

"What happened?" Sealand questioned. Uh-oh.