The singer in the last chapter was indeed America!
I decided to write more…I'm not sure if there will be more songs this time though *scratches head*
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except my imagination!
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Peter looked up excitedly at Finland.
"Can I please stay with America while you guys are gone? Please?"
Finland nervously looked at Sweden, who shrugged.
Finland looked at Peter's eyes for a moment before turning to Alfred.
"Don't let him turn into a slob."
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Peter bounced in the car seat and sang along with Alfred and the radio. When the car pulled into a garage that led to a huge mansion with a rich green lawn in front of it.
"Alright let's grab our stuff and get you comfortable with the house."
Peter nodded in agreement.
They go their stuff out and after Alfred unlocked the front door walked into a, strangely, cream and gold themed room. There were stairs on the far wall that curved up and disappeared in the ceiling. Peter took everything in and looked excitedly at Alfred.
"Mr. Ame-"
"Please Sealand just call me Alfred."
Peter frowned.
"Ok, but you have to call me Peter and not Sealand."
Alfred smiled.
"You got yourself a deal Peter."
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They toured the house. Alfred showed him that there were four bedrooms on the second floor and four more on the third. There were two bathrooms on each floor. Alfred let peter pick what room he wanted while he stayed here. Peter picked a room on the second floor at the end of the hall. After he put his stuff on the bed Alfred continued their tour on the fifth floor.
"On this floor is two more bedrooms, another bathroom and a storage closet."
'What about that?" Peter pointed to the end of the hall where there was a door that was shut. The door had darker wood than the other doors and something about it just seemed different than the others. Peter walked forward to try the handle when Alfred stepped in his way.
This door and the one on the left are off limits ok? Don't worry as long as you stay out of these two rooms you can go anywhere you want. Let's get supper!"
Dragging away a confused Peter Alfred mentally kicked himself and tried to think of what to have for supper.
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Yeah I know it was short. Sorry.
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