AN: Hello readers! So this story is basically just Mamma Mia! but as USUK. If you guys have any ships you want seen, please let me know and I will try to do it. So just a reminder the ships are as follows: SealandxSeychelle, UKUS, Franada, LietPol, and Giripan. Metioned Fruk and EnglandxJapan. Enjoy!
Peter walked to the mailbox, three envelopes, ready to be sent. He smiled giddily at the box as he slid the addressed letters in. He read the names to himself.
Alfred Jones
Francis Bonnefoy
Kiku Honda
This was going to be spectacular.
-Time Lapse-
Peter stood himself at the edge of the dock, waiting for his friends to arrive. What was it, five years, since he last saw them? A boat stopped, promptly causing giggles of happiness to rise from Peter's mouth. A young shaggy haired blonde boy and caramel eyed girl ran towards him, squeals filling the ar.
"Raivis! Paulette*! You guys, just . . . Arrggh! It's been too long!", Peter screamed. The friends squeezed him on either side, smiling wildly.
"You're getting married!" said Raivis in his ridiculously Russian accent. Peter nodded eagerly.
"And Michelle** is such a wonderful girl. . . but not as great as me of course . . .", stated Paulette. Peter rolled his eyes at the girl's ardent tendencies.
"Well anyways, I have some important information for you guys," he said nervously. The boy's and girl's eyes widened.
"Is she pregnant?" asked Paulette, in regards to Michelle.
"No! Well . . . not that I know of," Peter paused, wondering if his fiancée could possibly be knocked up but shook the idea off. "So, I've invited my other father to the wedding."
"You finally found him?" questioned Raivis. Peter shook his head and bit his lip.
"Not exactly . . ." he stated and pulled his friend over to a nearby rock. The lightest blonde reached into his backpack, pulling out a notebook.
"I found my dad's journal he wrote when he was pregnant with me," he said as he opened to the first page. Paulette and Raivis looked on expectantly.
"July 15th," began Peter, "Alfred took me off to the island today," he stopped to state that they were currently on said island, receiving some smirks.
"We shared a wonderful night of dancing and swimming, despite his overall cockishness as a person. We kissed in the sand and . . ." Peter stopped, glancing back and forth between his friends.
"Well what happens next, huh?" pressed Paulette.
"I think the dots are . . . well . . . supposed to mean they did it," shuddered Peter, thinking of his father having sex. They all laughed hardly. Peter picked up the book and ran over to a rock, adding some theatricality to the reading.
Honey honey, how you thrill me, ah-hah, honey honey
Honey honey, nearly kill me, ah-hah, honey honey
I'd heard about you before
I wanted to know some more
And now I know what they mean, you're a love machine
Oh, you make me dizzy
Honey honey, let me feel it, ah-hah, honey honey
Honey honey, don't conceal it, ah-hah, honey honey
The way that you kiss goodnight
(The way that you kiss me goodnight)
The way that you hold me tight
(The way that you're holding me tight)
I feel like I wanna sing when you do your thing
They all ran down the next rock, plopping down and reading some more.
"So, this Alfred is your dad?" asked Raivis. Peter again shook his head.
"I don't know," he admitted sheepishly. Raivis raised an eyebrow.
"But-" he said, Peter's finger cutting him off.
"But there is more! We must read on!" he shouted with vigor.
"Alfred has told me has a committed boyfriend back home, a Russian of some sorts. Disgusting commie. He is leaving tomorrow, never to be seen again."
"Ah, poor Artie," said Paulette. Peter just smiled, knowing what's next.
"August 5th," he read on, "What a man! What a night. A Frenchman, Francis, entered town a couple of nights ago. They don't lie about the French passion. Although he is completely pig headed and arrogant and I miss Alfred painfully, he is something. We went to the island today and . . ."
Raivis chuckled.
"Your dad's a slut!" he stated.
"August 12th," started up better once more, "Kiku. How do I describe Mr. Kiku Honda. He is quiet, but strong. He is subtle, but meaningful. Much nicer than the Frenchman or the American. I took him to the infamous island and . . ."
"Your dad is a super duper slut!" yelled Paulette. Unable to disagree, Peter bobbed his head in a sign of agreement. As if his ears were burning, the one and only bushy browed Arthur Kirkland stepped in.
"Oh my, Paulie and Raivis! How are the greatest friends ever? Having fun here on my island?" said the Brit. The three nodded mischievously.
"Oh yes, Mr. Kirkland," giggled Paulette.
"But not as much as you," said Raivis, receiving a punch from Peter. Arthur gave the trio a confused stare put left anyways. The said trio went back to the journal.
Honey honey, touch me, baby, ah-hah, honey honey
Honey honey, hold me, baby, ah-hah, honey honey
You look like a movie star
(You look like a movie star)
But I know just who you are
(I know just who you are)
And, honey, to say the least, you're a dog-gone beast
Peter slammed the journal shut and guided his friends up to his room.
"So who is your dad, Alfred, Francis, or Kiku?" Paulette asked once she had comfyied herself on the bed.
"I don't know yet," explained Peter.
"Okay, so who did you invite?" retaliated Raivis. Peter bit his lip and turned away.
"You didn't!" the Russian yelled. Peter shrugged.
"It'll work out fine, don't worry," he said.
"Do they know the reason they are coming?" asked Paulette.
"Nope! I told them dad sent the invites. So, obviously they all hoped on over to Greece!" exclaimed Peter.
"You're so naughty sometimes," said Paulette, giving Peter a nice ass slap.
Honey honey, how you thrill me, ah-hah, honey honey
Honey honey, nearly kill me, ah-hah, honey honey
I heard about you before
I wanted to know some more
And now I know what they mean, you're a love machine
Peter exited onto his balcony.
I heard about you before
I wanted to know some more
And now I'm about to see
What you mean to me
Peter watched as Paulette and Raivis adjusted their clothes for the wedding. A soft knock came on the door and a shy looking tanned girl entered.
"Michelle!" yelled out Paulette, running and nearly tackling the other girl. Michelle responded with a gentle squeeze back.
"Well, if it isn't my blushing bride!" said Peter, pressing a kiss to her cheek.
"It is her! And you pinned Paulette's dress incorrectly," Michelle said, pinning it up the right way and giving the Asian girl a pat on the shoulder. Paulette stepped away.
"I thought you were supposed to be off with the rest of the girls planning your last night of freedom," stated Peter.
"I need a few things," she responded. Peter laughed and wrapped his arms around his bride.
"Will I still have a bride by tonight?" he asked. The girl in the blue dress shrugged.
"Only if you give me a perfect kiss right now," Michelle chirped. Peter pounded his lips on to hers.
"Did it work?" he asked. She gave another shrug.
"We will have to see!" she said, before bouncing out of the room.
Arthur drove his beaten up truck towards the dock. He could hear them already. A Canadian bounced off the boat, a Polish man trailing gently behind him. Arthur parked his car and ran towards them.
"Get ready to have your mind and genitals blown!" he quoted himself.
"By Arthur and Axels!" completed the pair. The men ran down toward their friend. They combined in an awkward threesome hug.
"Sleep all day and fuck all night!" they screamed at each other.
"Mattie, Feliks! How are my original drinking buddies?" Arthur asked.
"Rich!" yelled the Canadian, Matthew as he reached into his bag and pulled out his new bestseller, 101 Thing to Do with Maple Syrup.
"Slutty!" screamed the Pole, needing no evidence but him. They got into the rickety car and drove back to Arthur's hotel. As they pulled up to the spot, Michelle stepped out to greet them.
"Gentlemen, it's the beauty, Michelle. Michelle these are my back-ups," said Arthur as the dark haired girl approached the car.
"Back-ups!?" screamed Matthew and Feliks.
"Hello, nice to meet you," said Michelle quietly.
"Damn, you are hot," said the green eyed Polish man. Matthew smacked Feliks upside the head promptly.
Arthur lead his former band mates up a steep hill, the most fabulous of the three sighing deeply with each step. Peter heard the steps and peaked out his balcony.
"Uncle Matt! Uncle Feliks. Bloody hell, I've missed you guys!" he said, running the stairs to them.
"Oh my god, look at you! You're not my little baby nephew anymore," stated Matthew as he hugged his non biological nephew. Peter stepped in front of Feliks and bear hugged him, then showing both through the maze of hanging laundry.
"I'm sorry for the mess, chaps. I just can't handle all this," Arthur sighed as he watched Peter prance off and showed the Canadian and Pole their room.
"But you have to pay the bills," stated Feliks, "Well I don't. . . but you do."
"Lord, do I know it," responded the light blonde haired man. He went to open a window, the framing falling off. He grunted and released a shout.
I work all night, I work all day, to pay the bills I have to pay
Ain't it sad
And still there never seems to be a single penny left for me
That's too bad
"Don't sit there, it's broken," Arthur said as Matthew tried to sit on a chair.
In my dreams I have a plan
If I got me a wealthy man
I wouldn't have to work at all, I'd fool around and have a ball...
Money, money, money
Must be funny
In the rich man's world
Money, money, money
Always sunny
In the rich man's world
The pair of friends stood above the Brit, Matt holding up cash and Feliks had an array of credit cards.
Aha-ahaaa
All the things I could do
If I had a little money
It's a rich man's world
A crowd of Greek workers had seem to have began to follow them.
A man like that is hard to find but I can't get him off my mind
Ain't it sad
And if he happens to be free I bet he wouldn't fancy me
That's too bad
So I must leave, I'll have to go
To Las Vegas or Monaco
And win a fortune in a game, my life will never be the same...
Money, money, money
Must be funny
In the rich man's world
Money, money, money
Always sunny
In the rich man's world
Aha-ahaaa
All the things I could do
If I had a little money
It's a rich man's world
Money, money, money
Must be funny
In the rich man's world
Money, money, money
Always sunny
In the rich man's world
Aha-ahaaa
All the things I could do
If I had a little money
It's a rich man's world
It's a rich man's world
The ground shook, causing a split in the cement under the trio's feet. Feliks released a high pitched scream while Matthew just jumped.
"Calm down you gits. It happens all the time," Arthur raged, grabbing some laundry and walking on.
Three men of varying ages and cultures stepped off a boat, sauntering down the dock and into the hotel. Peter approached them.
"Hello there! How may I help you?" said Peter as he set down a box. The blonde man with glasses stepped up.
"Wow, you're really British for a Greek. We are here for the wedding. I'm Alfred Jones," he cheered with energy. The next man took a step forward, golden locks flowing freely around his face and some stubble adorning his chin.
"Francis Bonnefoy, monsieur," he glided out in a thick French accent. The last man stepped towards Peter. He had thin black hair and deep chocolate eyes.
"Herro, I'm Kiku Honda," he said, also thickly accented. Peter couldn't catch his breath. One of these men was his dad. Honestly, he had no idea which. Blue eyes glance from face to face, stunned.
"We were supposed to come, right dude?" asked the glasses bearing blonde. He nodded speedily.
"Are you Arthur's son?" the Frenchman asked. Again, just a nod was given.
"But Artie is gay!" yelled Alfred. Finally, Peter spoke up.
"Oh, uh, yeah, he still is. I'm sure you've all heard of the gene that allows men to get pregnant," he rushed out. The Japanese and Frenchman nodded, the American just scratching his head.
"Uh, yep, he has that. And I'm the product of that. Oh yeah! I'm Peter, by the way," Peter said. As the American still scratched his head, the Frenchman smiled.
"I have an uncle named Peter. He lived on the mainland before he died," he said. Peter gave a small smile.
"Let me show to your room and then I'll get my dad," he stated, leading Kiku, Alfred, and Francis off to the boathouse. Peter kept the fake smile as they walked on. This might not go as planned.
* Paulette is the Principality of Wy
**Michelle is Seychelle