Sweden=Sven because Berwald is the least sexy name in existence and he deserves better.

If your name happens to be Berwald, I apologize. I'm sure you are quite sexy ;)

Gilbert took a deep breath before dialling the first number on his list. He had done this before. He knew how this was going to go. He hoped that it would be Sven who picked up. Talking with him was always awkward, but it wasn't as bad as talking with Tino.

"G-Gilbert? Peter ran away again. Have you seen him? Is he ok?"

Gilbert winced. He could tell that Tino had been crying. He tried not to pity him. He couldn't side with anyone. He was supposed to stay neutral. That was his job.

"He's here."

"I-is he ok? Is he still mad at me?"

Gilbert knew he shouldn't pry. Peter would see that as betrayal. But he needed to know what was going on. He hesitated before asking: "What happened exactly?"

"…He…He's been skipping class lately…Sven and I told him he had to stop...and he…"

"He what?"

"He told me to fuck off. That I wasn't his real dad and that I could go die in a ditch for all he cared."

Gilbert could hear the pain in his voice. He wanted to comfort him. But he wasn't supposed to pick sides.

"Do you think he is going to come back?" Tino asked worriedly.

"Don't worry; he'll go home in a few days. He always does."

The next one to call was Mathew. Peter and Mathew weren't that close, but Matt still cared about him. Peter used to hide out at Mathew's house until recently, when they had had some sort of falling-out. Neither of them wanted to talk about it and Gilbert respected their privacy. He made sure to keep Mathew up to date with his brother's whereabouts.

"Hello?"

"Hey Matt, it's me."

"Don't tell me he's done it again," Mathew sighed.

"Yeah…"

"Do you want me to come talk to him?"

"I don't think that would help."

There was a long silence.

"…I guess not," Mathew admitted, "Please take care of my brother."

"I will."

He had one last phone call to make. This was the one he dreaded the most.

"Do you have any idea what bloody time it is?"

"Hey Arthur…it's me…Gilbert…"

"Yeah? Why the fuck are you calling me at two in the fucking morning?"

"…Peter ran away from home again…"

"Oh? Good for him," England snorted, "I still don't understand why the hell you had to wake me up."

"He's your son…I just thought you should know…"

"The kid can do whatever the fuck he wants. He's not my responsibility," Arthur said before hanging up.

Gilbert cringed. He couldn't blame Peter for being pissed off at the world. His dad was a real asshole.