To the reviewer who said "Arthur will die by my hand!" Don't worry. I'll have him dealt with accordingly later on. You need not worry.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.

That night, Peter had an unsettling nightmare.

In it, he had confronted Arthur and showed him how much weight he had lost. Indeed, he was a slim little boy.

"Hey, Jerk Arthur!" He pointed at him and smirked confidently. "Look how much my weight changed!"

Arthur looked at him, confused. He then started snickering, before evolving into all out laughter.

"Your weight certainly changed, all right, you little wanker!" Peter looked down, irritated.

He did gain weight, but he had thought he lost it. Instead, he had gained. Quite a lot, in fact. The boy covered his face in embarrassment, unable to look at his older brother.

The laughing became more ugly and maniacal, and his was joined by many others. Some of the voices were in fact a few of his closest friends.

Peter couldn't take it anymore. He turned the other way and started running. The voices followed him, mocking and cruel.

"Look at him! He can't even run right, he's so fat!" No matter how hard he tried, Peter couldn't block out their voices. He just ran, not stopping even once.

When the Sealander woke up, his brow was covered in sweat. He looked around the dark room, seeing it was still not yet sunrise. He stumbled around, looking for something.

He looked through the things that made his room his. Eventually he found a little box, looking through it.

"Better put this somewhere I won't find." Peter tucked the box under his arm, quietly sneaking out of his room, and into the living room. He caught sight of a little white ball of fur snoozing away on the couch.

"Hana. Hana, wake up girl," Peter whispered to her. Hanatamago simply rolled over in her sleep, and continued sleeping away.

"Hanatamago! Come here!" He whispered a little louder, more fiercely. That finally woke the dog right up. She stretched herself out, and was at Peter's side in an instant.

"I got a job for you, Hana," he whispered as he picked her up with his free hand. As quiet as he could, he rearranged everything he was holding, and walked outside.

The sky had begun to brighten slightly, with the impending morning upon them. Peter set Hanatamago down to the ground. Almost immediately, she began digging a hole, as most dogs had a tendency of doing.

"Hurry up, Hana. They're going to wake up soon." As soon as her hole was big enough, he set his box down into it. He then covered it with fresh dirt, patting it down amongst the other holes the dog made.

Both of them then walked back into the house. Peter made his way back into his room, covering himself and trying to get a little more sleep.

...

"So did you find out what was wrong with him?" After Tino and Berwald had woken up, Tino was alarmed at how filthy Hanatamago somehow got during the night. He was talking with Toris on the phone as he scrubbed his little puppy. Berwald could hear Tino's side of the conversation, while reading the newspaper and waiting for Peter to come to breakfast.

"He's not saying anything? That's not like him..." The Finn turned around and pointed to Hanatamago, signaling Berwald to finish washing her. With a grunt and a nod, Berwald was up and finishing the job.

"Well, all right. I'll come over sometime this week and see what I can do." Tino hung up and watched the Swede. "Well, soon we'll know what caused him to throw up at dinner yesterday."

At this point, Peter came down with a jump rope. When the Finn saw him, his face lit up.

"Peter! Good morning. You want some breakfast?" The Sealander showed a look of shock, which seemed to go unnoticed. Without hearing his answer, Tino brought him over to the table. Everything had been put out already. All the cheese and cold cuts seemed to beckon him.

Well, breakfast was an important meal. And Peter could work it off later anyway. Slowly, he filled his plate with toast and cheese and a little bit of whatever else was on the table.

It was Finnish cuisine, but Berwald definitely made it. The boy was off in his own little world as he ate, thinking about his bad dream.

He barely felt Hanatamago's wet fur on his legs when she zoomed by. Berwald drained the sink and went after her with a towel. Tino was already packing his things to go to the store.

"I'll be back soon, you two." The Finn smiled and waved as he walked out the door, leaving the two in silence. Berwald was drying off a very wiggly Hanatamago. Peter watched them as he finished eating.

"D'ne already, P'ter?" Berwald noticed the boy's empty plate. Peter nodded, getting up and putting said plate into the sink, which still smelled like wet dog.

"Can I go out and play for a while, Papa?" The Swede saw his child's jump rope and nodded. "Yay! Thanks, Papa!" Peter gleefully skittered outside, out to the nearest park.

...

It was still pretty early, so not many children around yet. Peter looked around for somewhere with enough space for him. He found a spot, so he readied himself.

Peter started jumping with his rope as soon as he was ready. It took a few tries, before he got the hang of it. He whispered jump rope rhymes to himself, skipping in rhythm.

He went as long as he could without taking a break. After about an hour or two, Peter was exhausted. Catching his breath, he got a drink from the nearest water fountain.

"This is harder than it looks..." Of course, Peter didn't expect to see results overnight. He just had to get used to his self-imposed regimen, is all.

After all, he had to reach his goal, and rub it in Arthur's face.

...

"y' got a pr'bl'm, dog," Berwald said as he put a leash on Hanatamago. Almost as soon as they got outside, Hana made her way to dig another hole. Berwald picked her up and leashed her in order to get her to calm down.

It took a bit of effort to get her onto the sidewalk. Once he did, though, Berwald was able to keep her in line. The Swede kept an eye out for Peter, as he reached the park.

Berwald must have been quite a sight to anyone there. Some stared in awe as the huge tall man walked a teeny puppy. He paid them no mind, he just looked for his child.

He eventually found him, sitting on a bench. Quietly, Berwald approached Peter, who noticed his imposing shadow a short distance away.

"Papa! What brought you out to the park?"

"C'me to see h'w you were d'ing." The Swede sat down next to him, switching the hand he was holding the dog leash in.

"Oh!" Peter didn't dare tell his papa what was on his mind. He didn't want to say, 'I'm a big fat tub of lard' or something along those lines. "Just taking a break is all."

Berwald watched as Hanatamago snapped and growled at Peter's dangling jump rope. Slowly, he took the dog leash and handed it to Peter. The boy was understandably confused.

"Huh? Papa, what are you...?"

"You w'lk her back t' the house. M' gonna g' see how T'no's doing." And with that, Berwald left, waving to Peter.

Now the boy was left alone with the little white pup. He looked at her, watching her walk in circles. She was starting to make him dizzy, doing that.

"Come on, Hana!" He stood up and got her attention. He started to walk her back to the house. Then somehow, Hanatamago got the idea in her little dog brain that she was racing the human with the rope attached to her.

Quickly, she pulled on her leash, running faster. Peter was barely able to keep up. It took a lot of power not to be dragged by her. For a teeny puppy, Hanatamago certainly had a lot of energy and strength.

As soon as Peter got in the door, the phone rang. Quickly, he ran over to answer it, forgetting to take off Hana's leash. "Hello?"

"Oh, Peter! D-Did Tino and Berwald leave?" Raivis' voice was heard over the line.

"Um...Yeah. Mama went to the store, and Papa went to go check on him. Why, what's up?"

"W-well..." Peter could hear yelling in the background, followed by something crashing. "Let's just say we k-know what's wrong with Eduard n-now. Can you tell them what it is w-when they get back?"

"Oh, sure, Raivis! Why don't you tell the whole world while you're at it? Everyone's going to know come the next meeting anyway!" Peter could hear Eduard screaming rather well, now. It wasn't like him to scream like that. It must really have been serious.

"S-Sorry, Eduard!" The little Latvian went back to talking to Peter. "Anyway, the p-problem with him is..."

...

Arthur watched as Alfred threw his things onto the bed into the spare bedroom.

"Thanks for letting me stay over here, Artie! Tony's been going crazy with his experiments, I just had to get out of there." The Englishman scoffed at the mention of the little alien's name.

"Well, just don't blow anything up or such." Arthur whispered to himself as he excused the room. "The existence of aliens is pure poppycock, anyway."

"What'd ya say, Artie?"

"Nothing, Alfred!" The Englishman went downstairs to brew himself another pot of tea. Alfred followed shortly after, looking for some kind of pop.

"Hey, where's Petey? I was gonna say hi to him," The American said while he was digging around the fridge. The amount of culinary failures in there was astounding.

Arthur looked up from his teapot. "He went home already. Given what the little git was doing before he left, it's all for the best."

"Oh, really? Gettin' into trouble?" Al was chuckling as he found what he was looking for. It went on like this for a while.

The Englishman inwardly sighed. He did like Alfred, he just wasn't sure if he could handle him living here for who knows how long.

He just hoped Tony finished with his 'experiments' soon.

Sorry if parts of it got sloppy. I was desperately trying to get this long enough to my satisfaction.

And I'm also doing research as to what Peter's weight would initially be. Since I don't remember them saying it in the series, I have to look it up. Needless to say, it's going to be really low at some point.

Yeah, you know what to do.

-Emerald-Shadow-Knight