((Writer here! Here's a little few things you need to know, before you read:
In this, the characters are human!
Peter still lives with Arthur as a brother. He hangs out with Erland during holiday, and Tino and Berwald think of him as a son.
Name key:
Peter = Sealand (5th Year Student)
Erland = Ladonia (5th Year Student)
Arthur = England (Headmaster)
Allistor = Scotland
Dylan = Wales
The Twins = North Ireland & Ireland
Tino = Finland
Berwald = Sweden
Relationships and other complications are explained next chapter))
Kirkland Academy was a prestigious boarding school on the outskirts of London, England. The teachers were the best, having moved here from all different areas of the world. Parents paid good money to have their children taken away from them and kept until the summer time.
"Heh, you ready?" Allistor said as he leaned against the kitchen doorway, cigarette in hand. "It's an awful long drive back home, if you forget anything."
"Yes, I checked ages ago—And quit it! You're going to stink up the house!" Arthur snapped, turning to make a face at him as he finished tying his tie.
"Well you won't have to deal with it now, won't you?" The redheaded one cooed, sticking his tongue out at his blonde brother. Arthur wrinkled his nose as he brushed off his tweet jacket and picked up his brief case. "Luggage is in the car, papers are in here,…" He mumbled to himself, mentally checking again.
"Where's Peter?" Allistor asked, taking another drag and cocking his head. "You really are daft, aren't you? Erland's parents picked him up like, two weeks ago! He's still on holiday at their house!" Arthur sighed, looking around once more before striding towards the door.
"They're dropping him off at school with Erland—"
"Wow, the little things are getting older. This is what, grade 5?"
Arthur rolled his eyes and opened the door as his brother followed. "Well, they certainly still do act like children." He grumbled, opening the door and walking through it, out to his car that was filled with his own luggage, and the things he had packed for Peter. He opened the passenger side and put his case in before turning back to his brother, who followed. "Well, I suppose I'll be off then…"
"Alright. I'll take care of the twins while you're gone." The older one said, dropping his cigarette and stamping it out as he went in for a hug. They embraced quickly before pulling away, deciding this was more "family love" than they needed. Allistor rapped his knuckles on the hood of the car as Arthur walked around and got in. He buckled in and pulled out of the driveway, waving as he drove away into the early morning light.