Disclaimer: I do not own anyone in this story, they belong to the Creator of Hetalia.

Note: So here is the second chapter! I about have the third one done so the update should be soon, but the rest of them may be a little slower to update. I'm gonna put it out there so people reading this know about the shippings i use. If ya dont like the shippings you dont have to read it. (Also fixed)

Ships: France x England, Sweden x Finland, Denmark x Norway (Iceland as their 'kid')

Chapter 2 ~Nations can get sick~

Sitting in the back seat of the car, Sealand listened to the hushed voice of his Mama talking on the phone. He had been to several doctor appointments in hopes to find out why his chest would stutter then he would faint. In the past month, of doctors and hospitals had put Peter in a sour mood, but today at the Cardiologist just about crushed his already sick heart.

A Disease. Him, the great nation of Sealand had a Disease, and he wasn't healing from it.

Peter heard the fast questions from his older brother Arthur Kirkland- personification of England- on the phone, Finland answering them with the same dullness the doctor gave him.

A heart condition close to Syncope, is what the doc told them, a heart condition where the beats get off rhythm and cause his brain to not get the blood it needs, which is why he kept fainting. the worse part was the cure. A bloody pace-maker or medicine. Here he was only physically twelve and he was told he needed something to make his heart beat for him. True to most hospitals it will be months before he can go into surgery to get one. So until then he would be stuck fainting at random times. His parents weren't the happiest to hear the news, but were given instruction on how to deal with the fainting until the surgery.

"P'ter?" Sealand looked at the review mirror seeing his Papas reflection looking at him. Peter sighed, he was not going to let this ruin him. He was still a great country and he will prove it by not letting a tiny disease break him.

"Yes, Papa?

"Y' ok?"

"Yeah, I'll be ok. I'm a great country and I'll heal from this in no time."

Sealand could have sworn he saw relief in the Bigger nations eyes as they returned to the road. Peter looked at his Mama and that point, he was hanging up to phone after updating England about the news, and postponing Sealands visit to England until they get settled into dealing with the disease properly.

After they got home, Peter bounced out of the car and into the house to find Hana and take her out to play, Tino sighed as he tried to compose his nerves. The great nation of Finland had been in many battles from the time of swords and axes to the high tech snipers he preferred today. He was well known during the Winter War for having the best shot with his Mosin-Nagant M/91, and nerves to strong he never once flinched. Yet here he was, watching his son run into the house, nerves all shot because now his child didn't get to be a normal kid. He felt a hand grab his, turning to see Berwald looking at him with the same feelings raging in his eyes Tino didn't know how to be strong at that moment.

"It'll be ok, we w'nt let this change anything."

"How will it not change anything. He is sick Sve! A sickness that wont go away even after he has surgery, a sickness thats wont let him play like he use to. He wont be able to go to his own fort without someone there. Would if he fainted and fell into the ocean? the thing isn't a hundred percent guaranteed to fix the problem. He can't go play with his friends like he-"

Two strong arms pulled him into an awkward hug over the armrests of the car, Tino felt his husband let out a long sigh.

"It w'll be ok. We can't treat h'm 'ny different. Just be prep'red for when things h'ppen."

Tino sighed, Berwald was right. He shouldn't make it out to be any worse then it already was, and if Peter was willing to move forward then he should to. Smiling at Sweden, he nodded then stepped out of the car. He was at least glad they would have to go to anymore Doctors offices just to sit and not get answers, walking into the house he set forth to make dinner. When the phone rang, grabbing the wireless and put his cheery voice back to cover some of the stress he had built up over the last month.

"Moi, Vainamoinen Asukas."

"Hello Mister Tino, Its Wy, can Peter talk?" The Australian girl asked plainly.

"He can, one moment please." Tino set the phone down, and went to the back door to call for Peter.

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Peter couldn't keep his excitement down, he was heading to England. He wasnt to excited about visiting his Jerk brother, but America and Canada were also visiting England this week also, so excited, he just couldn't wait! He watched as his plane made its way across the runway to the docking area. His metal medical warning bracelet clicked against the window as he looked out the window.

His Mama had made sure he had it on before Peter could step onto the plane, telling him under no circumstances was he allowed to take it off. As soon as the plane was docked and people started gathering their things, Peter jumped from his seat and quickly made his way off the plane. Having been on planes a lot he habitually walked to the baggage claim, looking at all the people rushing around the busy English airport. Finding his Flag colored suitcase he walked to the exit looking for any sign of his jerk-brother England. Instead he was grabbed from behind in a tight hug.

"Peter! Hows it going Dude?" the American personification known as Alfred Jones, laughed as he swung Peter around. His booming voice making The little nation laugh right along with him. the American had sandy colored hair, one hair sticking up from his forehead, his bottom rimmed glasses slid down his face some showing the full enjoyment in his blue eyes.

"Brother, you should put him down, you don't want to hurt him." A softer voice called from behind them, the voice belong to the country Canada otherwise known as Matthew Williams . He looked very similar to America, to his hair was longer and instead, he had a curl that stuck out. His violet eyes seemed to smile behind his thin oval glasses.

"Aww, come on Bro-ha. Can't hurt this little steel fort just by hugging him."

"I'm a country mind you! and it will take a lot of rattle me!"

The three of them laughed, Sealand then saw his Brother Arthur walk up to them, his arm linked with another mans. England was a grumpy looking fella, with blond hair and green eyes, his big eyebrows being his best known feature were furrowed in as he looked at the group. The man next to him was known as Francis Bonnefoy, the slightly taller man had long blond hair that flowed to his shoulders, his piercing blue eyes looked lovingly and the three of them goofing off.

"Bloody hell Alfred, would you please put him down so we can get moving. We dont want to get caught in the rain do we?"

"Aww come on Pops, I was just having a little fun with him," America set Sealand down and grabbed his luggage

"No harm done right?"

The group laughed as they headed to Englands house, the whole drive in the packed car was loud and cramped, but the laughter made it all worth it. Once they got to Arthur rather large house, Alfred picked up Sealand and ran into the house, leaving the three behind.

Canada smiled as he watched the two leave, he was happy his brother wasn't treating Peter any different, even after the new they heard the day before when they arrived. Matthew looked at the big house, he loves coming to visit his father figure England, especially if his Papa and brother came too. Francis otherwise known as France, had this week before the big world meeting free so he came to join the rest of his family, or as Alfred calls it, their F.A.C.E family. He turned back to the car to see his Papa almost comforting Arthur. Canada walked up to him,

"You ok Dad?"

"I will be," the British nation sighed "I honestly am worried about the little chap and his condition. Having it confirmed with that bloody bracelet certainly makes me hope this visit is a good idea."

"Mon cher, we have talked about this. We have gone over what Tino has told us, it will be aucun probleme."

Francis put his arm around the worried nation and led him inside. Canada smiled and followed with Sealands things, who knows if they were lucky Peter might not have an episode while he was here. Boy was he disappointed, for three days into the week, they were all out in the yard enjoying running around after tea time when it happened. Sealand had suddenly tripped, and while on his hands and knees he didn't respond to them asking if he was ok. Next thing they knew the micronation went face first into grass arms and legs going limp. America was the first by his side, Canada coming up next to him. Alfred shifted Peter onto his back, Matthew slightly lifted the boys legs, the brothers sat there and waited. They weren't sure how long these things lasted, but they sure did scare you if you weren't ready. After about a minute, Peter began to stir, slowly opening his eyes and trying to focus.

Alfred propped the young boy up, letting him get his barrings before questioning him. Canada brushed the bit of grass off Sealands face,

"You ok?"

"Do you know how old that question is by now?" Peter smiled up at him, "But yes, I think i am. Just need a moment."

Alfred stood and offered his hand, waiting for Sealand to be ready. Honestly Peter didn't want to accept his help, he wanted to prove that some silly disease wasn't going to keep him from being amazing. grabbing the older nations hand, he got to his feet. The three of them headed into the house to get some water, Peter hoped it would help his still pounding heart. Strange, it never continues to beat like this after his fainting spells. After almost four months since he was diagnosed he had become aware of the feelings thats accompany it. This was new.

"Done outside already vous trois?"

"Yeah Papa," America said matter of factly, "Peter had an episode so we figured we would come in a chill."

Sealand watches France to see how he would react, to his surprise France looked concerned for a moment before he only nodded. Smiling he picked up his phone, waving them to keep on their path to the kitchen. The three nations walked into the kitchen, Canada sat down at the table while America grabbed them all soda. Sealand looks at the caffeinated drink like a treasure.

"Thanks America, Been awhile since I had one of these. Papa doesn't really like keeping pop in the house."

"Well I reckon you can looking forward to it when you visit, Haha!"

"You should be excited to see me! the great country of Sealand has come to see you!"

The three laugh, as they enjoyed the little treat and time. England entered at that time to make dinner. The house erupted with noise as they all tried to tell England not to cook, calling France over trying to tell him to at least help England with the cooking. In the midst of it all Sealand paused feeling his heart rate hadn't settled down since his last episode. It had him a bit worried. Choosing to ignore it he tried to join in the bantering, but found it hard to join in with his chest starting to hurt. In the end England and France ended up cooking together so dinner wasn't so bad.

"You alright Peter?"

Peter looked up from his plate to see Arthur looking at him. Everything in Peter told him to tell him about his chest hurting, but he didn't want to appear weak to the Island nation.

"Of course I'm alright! being the Country that I am, I can handle anything!"

"Bloody git, your not a country and it appears as tho something can make you less then alright. The only reason i asked is because you have been pushing your food around your plate instead of eating it. I dont want you wasting food like that. Now come on and eat."

"I am a country! And dont you worry Jerkland I am not wasting anything."

To prove his point he shoved a fork full of food into his mouth. England rolled his eyes in response, he turned to Alfred to continue talking. Peter sighed as he chewed the barely edible food, the world meeting was only a few days away, where he will meet with his parents and then he would them about his newest pain. Oh no the pain was changing... was he gonna faint again? He was getting dizzy. No, he wouldn't faint. not twice in one day. He never fainted twice in one day before, it was maybe once a week but never twice in a week. But it was, he could tell, he didn't want to face plant his food, but he didn't want to fall on the ground again. He breathing was getting short.

Suddenly he felt hands on his shoulders, looking up he saw Matthew with a worried look on his face, then peter gave in to the sudden darkness.

"Peter?!" England was watching the boy when he suddenly looked quite sick, when his younger son, Matthew, stood and grabbed Peters shoulders. Thats when the young boy passed out.

"Again?"

Alfred stood, to help his brother move the fainted nation to the ground. Arthur walked to the other end of the table to watch. He had never witnessed one of the boys episodes before, and honestly they were slightly terrifying. The way the boy looked before, all pale and sickly, then eyes rolling to the back of his head. Just laying there unconsciousness and... convulsing? Tino didn't mention Peter convulsing before. Alfred and Matthew seemed a little surprised as well, and they had seen Peter faint earlier today. Francis stood behind Arthur, stunned silent much like the Island nation was.

"Dont touch him, Alfred. Just let him finish then come too." Matthew seemed to have a handle on the event, the silent man just held the boys legs up some, not holding to tight so Peter could move without hurting himself.

"Tino never said anything about this."

"These things are accompanied by convulsions sometimes. I did a bit of research so we would be ready. I didn't want to assume anything or be surprised."

"Well Bro, you always did know how to handle things better. HAHA"

England smiled at his two sons, but the concern for his little brother wasn't wiped from his face completely. Finally after a moment or two, much to the older nations relief, the boy slowly opened his eyes. He seemed out of it, this didnt match the boy's personality at all. Maybe this sickness was more than the child let on. But Peter tried to act as if nothing was wrong, The smile that always was on his face, the never ending energy, the bouncy personality. He couldn't believe this energetic child had a disease. One that stopped the boys in his tracks. Unlike what he had heard, how the child would almost bounce back, Peter curls in on himself and started to cry, grasping at his chest. He walked to him and placed the boy in his lap.

"I'm a strong country Arthur, I really am." The boy sobbed

"Oh Peter, you are a strong lad. You can handle this."

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"Peter I'm just not sure I am ok with you staying there."

"I'm fine now Mama really." Peter played with his medical bracelet while he tried to convince the Finish man on the phone later that night. "The meeting is only a few days away, I can make it."

"But Francis told me about your first faint then about the second one. you have never fainted twice before. Then your twitching? Peter, I-

"Mama, please. I feel fine right now. I'm sure it was just all the playing and Jerk-brothers cooking." Peter crossed his fingers his Father would push the issue.

"I...hmm... alright. But if you feel worse or if you faint again we are coming to get you. Ymmarataa?"

"Promise!" Peter smiled to himself. He would be able to stay a little longer. He just had to take it easy for the next few days. After hanging up with his parents he went to the bathroom to finish preparing for bed. Wondering then if Wy was gonna be at the meeting, they talked a few times since he passed out while talking to her on the phone. But then she had some work to do. She was joining Ralph, the personification of Australia, with some of their wildlife work. Peter thought it was really cool how she was able to handle dangerous creatures without to much trouble, she was really brave to him. Heaven knew he would never touch one of those creatures, anything in the water now those he could handle. Being a steel country out in the middle of the ocean has come with great perks. Knowledge about many sea dwelling creatures was one of them. Being an amazing swimmer was another. Peter laughed to himself and he crawled into his bed. The ocean seemed to always bring him into a good mood. Maybe he should request going to the beach tomorrow, they could all have a blast out there. Well if it didn't rain.

Curling under his covers, Peter smiled to himself. He was gonna have a good day, no matter what. He wouldnt let this sickness make him a burden. Where did that come from? A burden? but it had to be true. His smile turned into a frown as this new thought was running through his head. Could it be true? Was he a burned to everyone now?