Disclaimer: I do not own the Characters used in this story they all belong to their owner and creator of Hetalia

Note: This is the very first FanFic I am writing and posting. So, I am gonna apologize in advance for some of the writing and spelling. I am dyslexic and its hard to see where I have messed up at times. Also, they may be OOC due to the nature of this story, but I did try to keep them close to how they act. I will also be using both Human and Nation names. Um... I think that's it.

(I am trying to fix these so there may be a few changes but nothing major)

Chapter one. ~Sick~

Warm...

That was the first thing he felt as his eyes struggled to open.

"P'ter?" a thick Swedish accent called to him from somewhere in the darkness. He finally got his eyes to work right.
he took in his surroundings while his brain tried to catch up to what had brought him to the darkness in the first place. He was outside, laying in the grass, propped up at the waist by his Papa. Berwald Oxenstierna, a tall, blond Swedish man with crystal blue eyes was looking at him with worry behind his thin-framed glasses. His face seemed blank if you didn't know him well, but Peter could tell his was worried.
Why? His papa lightly tapped his face again, as if trying to finish bringing him back to his right mind.

"Papa?" he said with a little effort "why...?"

"Y' fainted." his father said sitting him up slowly. Oh yeah, he was playing catch with his Uncle Mathias when his chest felt weird, that's where everything went black.

"You OK Sea?" Said Uncle now stood behind Berwald, looking down at him with wide worried eyes. Mathias Kohler was a tall Danish man with spiky blonde hair, his face lacking the usual smile he always had.

"I think so..." Peter, also known as Sealand, placed a hand to his chest.

"Wh't happen?" His father shifting Peter some to face him.

"I'm not really sure. I went to catch the ball when my chest felt funny, then my head got all dizzy."

Berwald, also known as Sweden, picked Peter up and carried him toward the house. Peter sighed and put his hand over his heart, it felt... weird. What was worse was that it felt as though he could feel his heart.

Bump Bump

...like he could feel it trying to beat... but it...couldn't... at least... not like it should

bump bump

"Papa, can countries get sick? I mean really sick?" Peter said laying his head against Berwald's chest.

Berwald twitched lightly at the question but said nothing. Mathias, who was following close behind also seemed to flinch at the sudden question that came from Peter. He was the first to answer Sealand.

"Yes, we can. But we heal from them pretty quick. We may be personifications of our countries little Sea, but we do hold some limitations as humans." His Uncle paused to open the back door for Berwald.

"As for serious illnesses..."

"No, cause we heal f'st enough for it to not 'ffect us."

His father finished for Mathias- the personification of Denmark. This didn't feel right, Peter thought to himself. As his father set him down on the couch, Finland and Norway entered, both stopped when they saw Sweden kneeling in front of Sealand.

"Everything OK?" Finland asked as he walked over to the group.

Finland was a short man with white blonde hair, he was Sweden's husband, and 'mother' figure to Peter. His human Name was Tino Vainamoinen, he sat down next to Peter and put his arm around him.

"P'ter f'inted" Berwald said matter of factly.

"Fainted?! Why? Are you OK Peter?" Tino searched Sealands face, touching his forehead, feeling his cheeks, anything that might tell him Peter was sick.

"I'm fine now Mama. Tho I am a little hungry." Peter laughed at the end when his stomach made noise as if agreeing with his statement.

Norway, also known as Lukas, pat Peters head.

"We just finished making lunch, come on, Iceland is waiting in the kitchen." He walked off with Mathias not far behind him, the Dan making some joke and laughing loudly.

Sweden walked behind Peter and Finland, looking down at his son with curious concern. He thought back to the event that still had his heart pounding.

Sweden sat on the porch sipping his coffee, half reading some paperwork, half watching his son play with Mathias. A sudden lack of movement from a once moving little micronation, had his setting his paper down.

"Sea? You good buddy?" Denmark called, after the ball he threw flew by Sealand apparently unnoticed. Sweden watched his son, he slowly stood to walk to Peter. When he saw said child's eyes roll back into his head and collapse, Berwald was pretty sure time stopped, or maybe it was just his heart.

"Sealand!" Denmark's yell brought him back to his senses, he ran over to where his little country lay in a crumpled heap.

"P'ter!" The larger nation shifted his son so he could hold him up with one arm, with his other hand he checked his son's pulse. Sweden frowned, Peters pulse was odd, a slow and dim beat, a sudden beat then slow again before returning to normal, Peter shifted, he moved his hand to the little nations face.

"P'ter?" He said hoping it would coax his son back, Peter opened his eyes but they seemed distant and unfocused, tapping his sons face again Sweden finally got him refocused on him.

"Y' sure your ok P'ter?" Peter looked up at his Papa

"Ya, I think I am better now," he replied with a bright smile, turning toward the table where the others were sitting.

Peter quickly slid into his seat, smiling brightly at the food being placed on the table. He loved it when the family all sat down together to eat, even if it did get a little crazy. His smile dimmed slightly when he noticed his family watching him, almost expecting something from him. Sealand coughed in an attempt to clear the odd air that seems to be creeping in.

"So, um... Emil, you want to play that new video game I got?" he looked at the Iceland personification in hopes that he would help him clear the air. Emil nodded while feeding his pet Puffin a piece of raw fish.

"Sure."

Everyone seemed to have noticed Sealand trying to keep the subject off of what had happened, and much to his relief, they all moved on to talk about other things. In truth, Peter didn't want to talk about it, because he didn't understand what happened, but maybe it was just a one-time thing. So he brushed it off as just overworking himself.

~~~~ Time jump ~~~~

"It's going alright, but it truly was a beating heat today." An Australian girl sighed over the phone. "Gotta be nice that yer summers ain't as hot as they 're here."

"The summers maybe nice Wy, but the winters are really, really cold." Peter laughed

It had been three weeks since his little fainting spell and besides one or two dizzy spells, which he hoped he hid well, he seemed back to normal. He smiled when the girl on the other end of the phone yawned. Sealand and Wy had been friends for a long while, both being micro-counties, and tho they had a rocky start they were pretty close now. She was the only one he really opened up to about the incident, she was the only one he trusted not to make a big deal about it. Peter looked at the clock 'Its nearly nine in Australia now.' he thought.

"I'm sorry to keep you up so late, I'll..." Sealand paused, his chest felt funny. His heart, just like last time, he could almost feel it. He tried to focus on the voice calling to him from the device in his hand, but it was getting distant, and muffled. His heart jumped in his chest, then everything went dark.

Finland was in the Kitchen getting the last of their lunch cleaned up, he heard a thud from upstairs. He knew Sealand had called his friend then went to his room, and Sweden was in the living room cleaning up a bit. Maybe it was their dog Hanatamago getting into the bathroom again. Drying his hands and sighing as he went to walk up the stairs, but was stopped by the phone ringing. I thought Peter was on the phone? the larger nation thought as he moved to grab cordless near the stairwell.

"Moi! Vene-" he was cut off by the fast, desperate voice of Peters friend.

"Peter are you ok?"

"This is Tino, Wy is everything o-"

"No! somethings wrong! Peter was saying something then suddenly stopped, he was breathing heavy then I think he dropped the phone!"

Tino felt his pulse quicken, Did Peter faint again? he ran to Peters room as fast as he could, dropping the phone from his hand when he walked in. The was Peter laying in a mess of limbs on his floor, unconsciousness.

"Berwald!" Tino picked up his son and sat on his bed, placing the young country in his lap. He heard the pounding feet of his Husband rushing from down the hall. Tino, holding back his worry, moved his arm from under the boy's legs to lightly move his head to look at his face. Sweden took one look at them, then rushed over and put his fingers to the boy's neck. The look on the taller man's face did leave Tino with a good feeling in his stomach. Suddenly Peter shifted, slowly opening his eyes, which remained unfocused for a moment. He moaned and moved his hand to a small bruise forming on his head. Finland watched as Sealand blinked a few times then looked up at him.

"Did it happen again?" the small, quiet question nearly broke the happiness Finland was starting to feel.

"Oh no! Wy!" Peter sat up, looked around till he saw the phone, the one he was on was no longer running. He turned and saw another one on the ground, a small voice called out from it.

"P'ter." Sweden went to stop him, but Peter was too quick.

"Hey Wy, I-. No, I'm ok... Yeah, I guess I fainted again... No, ill be ok... Look don't worry, I'll be fine, try not to worry, I'll call you tomorrow ok?... Alright... yeah... I promise, Bye Wy." With a heavy sigh, Peter turned toward his parents, worry very clear in his eyes.

"Mama, Papa. I think something is wrong with me."

Ok so there it is, I have two more chapters I am gonna post soon. But its the middle of the night and I have an early morning tomorrow. I hope it was good. I am open to comments and advice.