*sigh* I was going to wait until I finished one of my other stories before I started this, but I told my friend Sealand about my idea for this one and she was like:"Oh my God Ben! You have to write this!" soooo…I am now writing 8 fanfictions at the same time…what could go wrong?

WARNING: OOC SEALAND…REALLY OOC SEALAND

Gilbert sighed as he walked into his apartment. It was late. He wondered if she was still up. He smiled when he saw Elizaveta waiting for him on the couch.

"I'm sorry Lizzie," he apologized as he sat down next to her, "I had to work late again."

"Don't worry about it," she said, wrapping her arms around his waist.

"Happy anniversary hon," he whispered, nuzzling her neck.

Elizaveta smiled and kissed his forehead. Gilbert pulled away and looked into her eyes.

"I love you."

"I love you too Gilbert," she said before pressing her lips against his.

He pulled her closer and kissed her passionately. He was so lucky to have a girl like her. He moaned as she ran her fingers through his hair and he gently lowered her onto the couch and pressed his body into hers. Gilbert slipped his hand under her shirt and undid her bra.

They both jumped up in surprise when they heard the front door slam shut. Gilbert looked up to see Peter walk into his kitchen. He soon returned with a beer in his hand.

"Don't mind me," he said as he made his way towards the guest room, "Please continue."

"Not again," Elizaveta sighed once he was gone.

"…I'll go talk to him," Gilbert said, getting up.

Gilbert opened the door to the guest room to find Peter chugging down a bottle of beer.

"Don't drink that. You're not old enough."

"…You're not my dad," Peter mumbled.

"No. I'm your friend."

There was a long silence.

"You can't keep doing this Peter. You can't run away whenever things get tough."

"Are you kicking me out?"

"No, that would be an unawesome thing to do. You are always welcome here."

Gilbert stared at Peter, waiting for a response. Peter looked away.

"You know I'm going to have to call your parents now. They're probably worried about you."

"Those people aren't my parents," Peter grumbled.

"Don't say that! Sweden and Finland lov-"

"Save it Gil. I really don't give a shit."

Gilbert gulped. He hated when Peter acted like this. Why couldn't he go back to the way he was? Before the appalling attitude. Before he found out Sweden and Finland weren't his real parents.

"Let's not talk about this now. Get some sleep. I'll come see you in the morning."

Peter nodded.

"And you'd better not be drunk."

The boy rolled his eyes.

"I'm serious."

"Fine," he replied, putting the bottle down on the table.

Gilbert returned to the living room. His heart sunk when he saw that Liz had left. She had gone to bed without him.

"Damn it Peter. You always pick the worst days to run away from home," he muttered under his breath.

He knew Elizaveta would be pissed. She always was when Peter burst in like that. And today was their special day. Shit.

Gilbert slowly opened the door to their bedroom to find her already fast asleep. He smiled sadly and crawled into bed next to her. He really hoped she wasn't too angry. He'd have to think of something awesome to do to make it up to her.

Alright in case you're wondering why Peter went to Gilbert: the two of them became friends a few years ago because they are left out of world meetings! I will elaborate on that later.

This isn't the first time Peter has run away from home. He usually just crashes at Gil's place until he cools off and goes back…but this time is different.

AND PETER IS 16(ISH)

Anyway, please tell me what you think.