A/N: Franz - Kugelmugel, Lars - Ladonia.

"A fight! A fight!"

Like their roman ancestors once did before them, dozens of primary kids flocked towards the main disturbance of the playground, baying for blood. Peter didn't mind one bit, he was too angry to care. And besides, he didn't mind if any of the other kids saw him beating up Franz for what he did.
However, things weren't quite working out as well as Peter had hoped. Franz kept twisting and ducking out from under his punches, jumping on his back and kicking him with his little 6 year old legs. It was only until Peter had grabbed both of his crazily long pigtails and pulled as hard as he could when Franz yielded.

"Do you surrender?" Peter asked as he sat on Franz's legs and pinned him to the ground. He had heard the line in a movie once, and thought it sounded cool.

"Never!" Franz spat. His nose was bloody and his fingernails were dirty, but he still tried to buck Peter off. Peter hasn't come out much better in the fight, his eye was hurting quite a lot and he was going to have to take a lot of scolding from Tino when he comes to pick him up after school.

"You married Lars down by the basketball court, I seen you!" Peter accused, holding one of Franz's arms behind his back so he couldn't get away. "That s'not fair, no one's allowed to marry my brother! He's… he's family!"

"Mutti always told me that I could marry whoever I want!" Franz protested, face pressed to the ground. "True love is art!"

"No it s'not…" Peter said, confused, "it s'an em-emmy-emoshun."

"Emotions are art too!"

"I don't get it."

Peter sat up, bemused by this sudden information. Franz quickly scrambled out from beneath him and dusted himself off, glaring at him.
Suddenly, a bright ginger streak launched itself towards Franz, almost knocking him off his feet.

"Franz, you're okay!" Lars exclaimed, a massive smile on his face. "I though Peter would've killed you and them you would've been dead!"
Franz shook his head and gave Lars a big sloppy kiss on his cheek, making the onlookers cringe in embarrassment. At least, right up until a fist hit Franz in the face.

"That's my little brother, you jerk!"

But before Franz could do anything, the bell rang, and playtime was ended for the day.