A/N: Hey guys, Chapter two! Happy new Hetalia Animation day! Doesn't it look fantastic. It also happens to be my birthday today, so that was a pretty awesome present if I do say so myself.

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2 years after

What used to be...

London, England

"Peter! Are you ready for school! What is taking you so long this morning! I have to get to work, I have a class second period!" Arthur, who was once known as the United kingdom of Great Britain and Norther Ireland, called up the stairs of the tutor style house, worried about being late for his first world history class. A fifteen year old Peter, formerly known as Sealand came running down the stairs.

Arthur watched as he reached the kitchen, surprised to see what he held in his hands. A blue and white sailors hat. Arthur was hit with memories of the same little boy running around with the same little hat on, begging to be recognized as a nation. Of course, he wouldn't recall any of those times, but Arthur could, and he cherished those memories more than anything else in the world.

"I found this on a high shelf in my closet, and it just seemed really familiar. I have to ask, was it mine? You know, before…."

He was, of course referring to the accident that Arthur told him he had. He felt bad lying, but he could not think of another way to explain to the then-twelve-year-old why he could not remember anything regarding the beginning of his life.

When Rome informed the nations of their choice several years ago, England had chosen to remember. Despite the hardships that he had endured in his centuries as a nations, he loved those years. They taught him things that a human would never learn in it's short existence, and those years yielded relationships that he was not willing to give up.

Sealand, on the other hand, thought that there was no reason to bother remembering. He was never anything great in his years as a micro-nation, but, in those long years spent as a child, he witnessed things that would inter fear with a normal childhood. And honestly, that was all he wanted. To be normal, to be excepted.

One thing Rome had forgotten to mention was that those who had chosen to forget would automatically be placed in a situation that ensured their safety. That was how Sealand, now Peter, ended up Arthur's son. At first, Arthur was uncertain about the arrangement, but he had grown to love the boy as his own, carrying the burden of his past so that he wouldn't have to.

"Yes, it was yours," Arthur answered in response to his pervious question regarding the hat. He started walking towards the car as he continued, "You loved that hat, never went anywhere with out it. I remember, I was at a conference once with Alfred and you lost your hat. You were fairly young at the time, and you had the determination only a child could find. Throughout the entire meeting, you were looking. Made everyone show you their hands to make sure they didn't take it, and finally found that your Uncle Scott hid it. You were so mad at him…" Arthur trailed off, lost in the memory. After a moment, he gave his head a fond shake and started the engine.

The drive to Peter's high school was short, and as Arthur watched his, former brother, present son climb out with a quick, "See you later, dad. Thanks for the ride," he couldn't help think of how his life had changed. Up until two years ago, he would have scoffed at the idea of Peter even thinking of him as family. Now, he was Peter's father and he was happy because of it. It occurred to him, that he had forgotten in his years as a nation what family meant. As a country, family was never permanent. Peter taught him about the pure love that comes from having a lasting family, something he was never allowed to experience as a nation. I suppose you never really stop learning, he thought as he drove away.

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