Well, I suppose baby makes four for them.

"Su-san, does Peter seem a bit…unhappy?" Tino asked observantly, filling a glass of water.

The Swede shrugged in response.

Still, the violet-eyed nation couldn't help but watch as his oldest son dragged himself to the breakfast table as though he were to be punished.

"Good morning Papa. Good morning Mama." The usually enthusiastic child said tiredly.

"EMPIRE SEALAND~"A small voice wedged into the conversation, its owner happily jumping unto his brother's lap.

"Hey buddy, gimme five!" The elder boy smiled and raised his hand expectantly, receiving a hard slap to the palm from the other's chubbier one.

Finland nearly melted; seeing his two children getting along so well was just…so sweet!

The little boy sank down and toddled on his bare feet about the kitchen. "Mama, I'm hungry." He stared up at his mother, who swept him up and gave him a peck on the cheek.

"We're going to eat soon, armas." He set the boy back down so he could greet his father.

"Papa~" He tugged excitedly at the towering nation's leg.

"G' mornin', Eric." He patted the child's head lazily.

The boy quickly lost interest in his parents and returned to his sulking brother. "Empire Sealand, you look sad!"

Peter avoided the subject quite skillfully. "Want to play after breakfast?"

The toddler's grin was an obvious response.

"Okay, well get in your own chair." He picked up his brother and set him into a high chair, receiving a cheerful little hug in return.

"I love you." The boy practically sang. "You're the best big brother ever." He was gushing with adoration.

The other child smiled weakly before returning to his chair.

"Eric's right, Peter. You look sad." Finland said as he set some food onto the table. "Is something wrong?"

The young (and unrecognized) nation took in a breath before speaking. "Are you going to send me back to live with Jerk-England?"

"Why would we ever do that?" Tino paused.

"Because, I'm not your son."

"Course you're our son." Sweden assured him.

"But…I'm not your real son. Not like Eric." He stared down at his plate wistfully. "I wish I was. But I'm not. So now that you have him you probably want to send me back."

Worried violet eyes darted across the table and met blue. "Sealand, you don't really think that…?"

"Mama? What's a 'real son?'" The toddler asked innocently.

"There's no such thing." He said without hesitation. "You're either somebody's son or not. And you are both our sons. You're both ours…and we love you. Right Su-san?"

Sweden nodded. "Course."

"But, Mama-"

"Don't 'But Mama' me." Tino laid a warm hand on his son's shoulder. "You're just as much our son as Eric." He bent over to kiss his older child's cheek, ruffling the gold blond hair.

Sealand seemed a little more convinced as he resumed his normal habits of chattering expressively.

Later that morning, Finland and Sweden observed the two boys building block castles.

"Hey Mama, why do I look like you and Papa, but Peter doesn't? Where did Peter come from? Where did I come from? Mama, where do all babies come from?"

Tino blinked, incapable of replying.

"Stork." The other nation muttered simply.

"Oh…" He rejoined his brother.

They spent a good long while watching the two boys play.

Their sons. Their real sons.

A return to fluff (:

Armas: The Finnish equivalent of sweetie, honey, dear etc.

Eric is a popular name in both Sweden and Finland, and it just seemed cute. Kawaii little Eric! You take after your mama for sure!

Oh, I have an announcement about this series of sickening fluff. I won't be overlapping pairings – I'm continuing with these OCs. I'm falling in love with these kids, honestly. I have more than one idea for them, so don't be surprised if Fiorella, Frederic, Lucy, Eric or any of the rest of the OC nation kids show up more than once. And, consider this all in one universe. Don't ask why all the nations up and had kids at the same time, but I want to write these children interacting. So…yeah (:

I'm deciding if the next one will be Franada, Spero, or Giripan =D (I love the little pairing names. Can't you tell?)

Till next time, peoplez!

-Lissa