Two chapters in one day. Hurray. Hopefully I will stay on this writing high and keep popping out new chapters.

Sealand's & England's Version

Peter let out a sigh and slouched as he walked down the hallway. Stupid old fat Arthur. He hated visiting the older nation because every time it seemed like once he stepped into Arthur's old rickety house, he ceased to exist. Stuffing his hands deep into his pockets, Sealand kicked at the old mold colored carpet. Arthur would regret it one day. Once he becomes big and strong, all the nations will notice him and beg him to be their friends! With a renewed sense of hope, Peter sprinted down the hallway but soon skidded to a stop when a chime rang out through the main hall.

Curiosity got the better of him and Peter soon found himself confronted with a letter that had been dropped through the mail slot. Sealand scrunched up his eyebrows as he turned the envelope over in his hands. How suspicious. There was no return address and Peter had seen enough movies to know that any good hero would be super cautious. Holding up the letter to a near by lamp, Sealand squinted at the contents but frowned when all he could make out was a dark colored rectangle. Some evil that is. Peter huffed dramatically, off put by the seemingly innocent envelope. He wanted danger. He wanted excitement. But most of all he wanted to know something Arthur didn't. Looking at the envelope once more, Peter tucked it under his arm and ran in the direction of his room. England would never think to look there! Peter giggled to himself as he booked it down the hallway and towards the stairs.

He was almost to the first step when a hand appeared out of nowhere and snatched the back of his collar, causing the young nation to wheeze and cough. "O-oh my fucking God!" Peter rasped rubbing at his red neck carefully. The hand which had just grasped the back of Sealand's shirt came down hard on the back of the younger nation's head. "I did not raise you to spout off phrases that sound like something from one of Alfred's vile television shows!" Arthur grumbled and stared pointedly down at Sealand, only to be met with a blank gaze. "Are you kidding me?! You say stuff ten times worse than that everyday!" Peter touched his scalp gingerly and pouted "Why you gotta be so mean Arthur?" before sliding past the other nation and up the stairs, being mindful to keep his secret package tucked beneath his arm.

Once inside his room, Sealand launched himself onto the bed and burst out into a fit of giggles. Arthur's face was priceless! If he could tell Arthur off then maybe being an empire would be a piece of cake! After the chuckles faded away, Peter threw the covers over himself and dug under his pillow for his flashlight. Grabbing the cylinder, Peter wiggled with anticipation as he tore into the envelope noting that the handwriting was not one he recognized, not that anyone wrote him anyway. Peter shrugged off the mental comment and pulled out the mysterious rectangle.

Staring at it and turning it over, it didn't seem like much, but there was only one way to find out.

Arthur frowned and stared at the retreating back of the boy. He had been to harsh. He realized it the moment his hand fell to his side. He had not meant to grasp the other that hard, but then again he had not been expecting Peter to be running that fast. Arthur twiddled his fingers nervously. He had reacted out of instinct. He had done the same thing many times before to a boy with eyes the same color as Sealand's. But it was not him, Arthur had to repeat over and over again as he gazed at the door which had been slammed shut only moments before. He had to apologize. He could not ruin this relationship. He would not allow it to become like it did with him.

So Arthur took the stairs two at a time, leaning against the banister for a moment to make up his mind on what exactly he was going to say, before he took the last few steps toward the door. "Peter, may I come in?" Arthur called only to be met with silence. The boy must still be too angry to speak, which Arthur did not blame him for. With a nod of understanding, Arthur made his way towards the stairs once more before he stopped. This was Peter. PETER. He was never quiet. In fact Arthur could not remember a single moment in which Peter was silent. Turning on his heel, Arthur quickly turned the knob and flung open the door.

Only to see a mass of blankets on Peter's bed.

"Peter?" Arthur yanked the covers off of the boy and proceeded to let them slip onto the floor as his eyes met the frazzled and blushing face of Peter.

Arthur's eyes quickly scanned the scene, his brain seeming to process everything slower than it should have. There was Sealand stuttering some nonsense and in his shaking hands was a spread of a man nude. Sealand is looking at porn. Arthur sneered and snatched the photo from the younger, waving it around angrily. "What the fuck do you think you are doing?! I had no idea I was raising a pervert!" Arthur fumed and crossed his arms, crinkling the picture as he did so.

Peter shook and babbled on about finding the letter in the hall, and he held up the ripped envelope for England to see. "I-I thought it was some secret info, I promise!" Peter begged and offered up the envelope once more.

Arthur shot the other a puzzled look and took the folded paper into his empty hand. "There is no return address..."He trailed off and Sealand perked up "I noticed that too! I thought it seemed too odd not to check it out". He explained, nodding his head and patting his still brightly illuminated face. Arthur turned the picture over and seemed to zone out as his eyes lingered over the form which was spread across the crumpled up page.

"A-alfred?!" Arthur paled and stumbled backwards over the comforters on the floor, tripping over himself as he raced out the door. Peter sat there on the bed and buried his face into his pillow. If an empire had to deal with this, maybe it would be better if he just stayed invisible.

England trudged down the stairs and towards his study, slamming the door behind him and sliding onto the floor. Arthur pressed his fingers onto the bridge of his nose in a weak attempt to rid himself of all the stress which once again come to rest in his lap. How could this happen, better yet who would have sent this to him in the first place? Looking at the picture once more, Arthur twitched as he noticed the crusted on stains on the picture, biting his lip roughly Arthur flung the picture on the floor and attempted to control his gag reflex.

"O-oh God" the words bubbled out before he could stop them. He did not need to see that. Did not need to see the little one he loved so long ago posed like that. Displayed for any and all to see. He shuddered and pulled himself up from the floor to sit on the edge of his desk, pumping an abundant amount of hand sanitizer into his hands before scrubbing them together violent. Alfred is no was, his precious angel. For someone to have defiled him in such a way... Arthur gripped the edge of the desk roughly, digging into the wood with his blunt nails. He had to tell Alfred. Before anyone else did. Reaching for the phone, the older nation quickly dialed Alfred's cell number and was met with his voicemail. With a deep breath Arthur stammered out a plea for the American to hurry and call him back, telling him it was urgent. England flopped back to lay on his desk, and let out a slow breath.

How did Alfred get himself caught up in something like this?