Chapter Four

When Sealand woke up the next morning, he was pleased to find that the pain had gone (for the most part, anyway). The bruises were already fading and Peter found himself once again thanking whatever deity there may be for being a nation (not). To Peter's surprise, though, he hadn't woken up late like he normally did; on the contrary, Peter had, for once, woken up rather early.

At any other time, Peter would've just stayed underneath his warm covers for longer than necessary. However, this was not one of those times. Peter knew that he should still be resting, as he had not fully recovered yet, but he just wanted to get up and do something. He reasoned that actually doing something would be a waste of time, but a strange, foreign wave of energy surged through him, prompting him to get out of bed.

With a sigh, the micronation swung his legs over the edge of his bed and hopped up. His side ached a little as he did so. Groaning, the micronation left the room. He started walking down the corridor but stopped when he walked by England's room and heard voices- or rather, one voice.

"Come now, we must be quiet- hey!"

Pete'rs eyebrows creased into a frown.

"What are you doi- no, stop that!"

Curiosity getting the better of him, Sealand leaned in closer towards the door of England's room.

"Brownie, don't attack Flying Mint Bunny! He didn't do anything to you," there was a pause, "What's that? Brownie, you shouldn't tell lies. I- no, no, no, stop it! Unicorn, stop him!"

Peter stared at the door. Oh. So Arthur was just talking to his imaginary friends... again. Peter wondered why England had imaginary friends to begin with. True, he had no friends anyway... but still. Almost everyone in Sealand's family could see mythical creatures and use magic. Sealand was probably the only one out of his crazy, messed up family to not be completely insane.

"Unicorn, wha-? NO, DON'T ATTACK ME! PIXIE! HELPPPPPPP!" Arthur screamed, causing Peter to flinch. Sheesh. His brother seriously needed to stop taking whatever drugs he was on. Sighing, Peter decided to move on. He went downstairs for breakfast and entered the kitchen. As soon as he entered, he yelped loudly as something seemed to touch his shoulder. His head whirled around and what felt like a hand rested on his shoulder. He shivered under it and manged to jerk his shoulder away. Something seemed to be moving. He looked around and started backing out of the room.

There was some unholy presence there. It was as if there was a ghost... but, ghosts weren't real. Arthur always told him that they weren't. Then again, what did Arthur know? He had imaginary friends. America had told him about ghosts before, but Peter wasn't sure if he ought to believe him. Alfred claimed that he had an alien friend named Tony and that, during most international meetings, there was always a ghost that always lingered nearby. Peter had called him an idiot after that. Ghosts weren't real, he had told himself. He had been certain of it before, but now... now he wasn't so sure...

Something brushed against his head and he let out a piercing scream. He ran out of the room, looking behind him as he did so and bumped into something. There was a yell and Peter fell on the floor, landing on his brother.

Arthur scowled up at Peter, "What the bloody hell did you run into me for?"

"I- I wasn't-" Peter stuttered before pausing. He looked down at his brother. Peter's face contorted into disgust and he stood back up, wiping his pajama top, "Ew! Gross! I've got English germs on me now!"

England scowled, "Sealand, you are English-"

"No I'm not!"

"Sealand-"

"La la la, not listening!" he exclaimed, covering his ears. Arthur stood back up and sighed, before starting to scrutinise him.

"What are you doing running about in my house anyway?"

"Isn't it obvious? I'm hiding from the ghost!" Peter said, nervously glancing left and right.

Arthur blinked and stared at Peter incredously, "Ghost? Ghosts don't exist-"
"Yes they do! There was one in the kitchen just now!"

"Come now, Peter, don't be ridiculous-"

"I know there was something in the kitchen, Arthur! Besides, America would agree with me- he knows that ghosts exist too!"

"Peter, just because that idiot says that there are ghosts doesn't mean there are. From the looks of it, you've been spending way too much time with him."

"England, the only time I've ever spoken to him alone was when he told me about ghosts-"
"They don't exist, Sealand. Now get back to the kitchen and I'll fix you some breakfast."

Peter's eyes widened fearfully, "NO! I'm not going back there and you shouldn't go either! There's something evil in there..." Peter lower lip seemed to tremble.

Arthur frowned. What might have been a flicker of concern flashed through his eyes, although Peter couldn't tell, as it was gone as soon as it had come, "Peter, are you alright?"

"No, I'm not alright! There's a ghost in there!"

Arthur stayed silent for a moment. "Peter, I'm really starting to question your sanity."

Peter glared at him. His sanity? If anyone was insane, it was Arthur. Speaking to non-existent fairy creatures and talking about stuff like magic. Peter was about to point this out when Arthur started speaking again, "You know what? You can stay here if you want. I'm going to get some breakfast."

Arthur started heading towards the kitchen.

"Fine! When you're dead, don't say I didn't warn you!" Peter yelled after him. His brother didn't even acknowledge him and Peter felt his heart drop as he saw Arthur entering the kitchen. A loud yelp was heard and Peter's heart started pounding. "ARTHUR! GET OUT OF THERE!"

He raced towards the kitchen only to find that his brother was not in any danger. He was staring at something in front of him.

"America?" England asked and sure enough, America was standing right in front of them. He seemed a little... different though. His eyes seemed to be violet, his hair was lighter, longer and more wavy, instead of a cowlick he had an ahodge, and in his arms was what looked like a polar bear. England stared at America, "What are you doing here?"

"I-I'm not America..."

Both England and Sealand stared at him doubtfully.

"I-I'm Canada."

There was a long, awkward silence.

"Who?" England and Sealand asked simultaneously.

"Canada!" the America-look-a-like exclaimed.

"What's a `Canada´?" Peter asked.

"Me. I'm Canada. T-the guy who y-you pretend to be at the w-world c-conferences," the so-called Canada said and turned to face Arthur with a sad look on his face, "It's me. Matthew. You partly raised me."

Arthur simply stared at the shy nation and groaned.

"That's right! Sorry, Canadia, I'm awfully tired this morning. Of course I knew it was you," England gave an awkward laugh. No one laughed with him. The former Empire cleared his throat, "Won't you sit down and have something to eat?"

"I-I'm afraid I d-don't have t-time. I only c-came by to give you s-something." Canada's voice was soft and barely audible. Peter had to strain to hear every word that he was saying.

"Oh. I see. Well, what is it that you have for me?"

"This." Canada took something out from his coat pocket and handed a letter over to Arthur.

"What is this?" Arthur asked as he took the letter.

"I-it's an invitation, sir. F-for my brother's birthday p-party..."

Arthur scowled, "I don't need it," Arthur said coolly, "Your brother already invited me in person. Is there anything else? Or are you just here to waste my time?"

Both Sealand and Canada winced at England's tone.

"Actually t-there is something else." Canada whispered and handed the eldest nation present yet another letter. Arthur took it, opened it and read it. His abnormally large eyebrows creased into a frown and they shot up once he had finished reading.

"I-Is this some sort of joke?"

"I-it's not a j-joke! It's serious. You need to b-be there."

Arthur eyed his former charge/ward/brother before giving off a nod.

"Of course. Just out of curiousity, who gave you this?" Arthur waved the letter around.

"A-America. He told me to give it to you..."

"Too lazy to do it himself, was he?"

"H-he's got a lot going on... what with his b-big party-"

"Yes, the party," England interrupted dryly, "Speaking of which, will you be attending?"

Matthew didn't answer; his eyes were fixed on the floor.

"I'll take that as a yes."

"I-I have to. I'm his brother." Canada said apologetically.

Arthur sighed, "Well, nevermind that now. I only wonder why I wasn't informed about this before." Arthur inclined his head towards the letter.

"It was a bit last-minute."

"So it seems," Arthur walked over to the cupboards and grabbed a box of cereal. He turned to his youngest brother, "Peter, have some breakfast."

Peter, who had been mostly ignored during the whole exchange, was surprised that his big brother was actually letting him eat cereal, "Really? I can?"

"They're there for a reason, lad. Besides, a little treat once in a while can't hurt." Arthur smiled sweetly at Peter. Peter stared at him with wide eyes. Arthur was being nice... to him? Sure, Arthur hadn't been so bad yesterday, but that was because Peter had been injured, and Arthur was never nice to him unless...

Peter's eyes narrowed slightly. Arthur obviously wanted something from him. He went to the fridge and got some milk, grabbed a bowl and a spoon and sat down at the table. He grabbed the cereal box and poured the cereal into his bowl. He then added milk. His eyes never left his brother as he did so.

Arthur and Matthew looked on as Peter ate in silence. When he was finished, Arthur cleared his throat.

"Peter... do you mind giving us a moment? I'd like to have a word with Canadia for a moment."

Peter dropped his spoon in his bowl with a clatter. He sat up straight and sighed, "This is about something important, isn't it?"

His brother did not reply.

"Could I... just this once.. can't I just be a part of whatever it is?" Peter asked, surprised at how nicely he was asking this. It was probably just because Arthur had helped him out a bit yesterday. This strange kindness would wear off soon enough.

Arthur looked at him with tired eyes, "No. I'm sorry, Peter, but this has nothing to do with you."

"If I just-"

"This is none of your concern, Sealand."

"But-"

"Put your bowl into the dishwasher and get dressed." England ordered, interrupting Sealand. Peter's jaw clenched and he scowled.

"No."

"I beg your pardon?"

"I said no." Peter said firmly. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Matthew fidgeting a little.

"Peter," a scary fake smile was plastered on England's face, "That wasn't a request."

Peter glared at Arthur. The two seemed to be locked in some kind of heated staring competition, with Matthew standing awkwardly behind them. Peter stood up abruptly and left without putting away his things. He stomped upstairs and headed towards his bedroom. Stupid England. Why wasn't he ever allowed to be included in those conversations? He was a nation too! He had as much right to know these kind of things as everyone else did. Peter got dressed and huffed as he plopped down on his bed.

What to do? England would be busy with what's-his-face and Peter couldn't risk trying to sneak into that stupid locked room again. Perhaps if he listened in on his brother's conversation? A mischevious smile found its way on Peter's little face. Yes, that seemed like a fine idea. It wasn't like he couldn't handle whatever they were talking about. Besides, he had a right to know what was going on, even if it was something as small as a tiny storm half-way across the world. It was always his right to know. No one had the right to keep him in the dark. Blowing a stray strand of hair from his face, Peter decided that when he became Supreme Dark Overlord, no one would ever undermine his authority again.

~.~.~.~.~.~.

Arthur's face was blank as he watched Peter stomp out of the kitchen. The country then turned his gaze onto his other brother.

"Why is this happening?" he asked suddenly, getting straight to the point.

"I d-don't know," Matthew said softly, "Apparently, Ludwig, Ivan and Francis set this m-meeting up. They want the meeting as soon as possible. M-must be important."

Arthur's bushy eyebrows knitted in confusion, "France? Working with Russia and Germany?!"

"D-don't act so surprised. Germany and France's relationship has been getting better..."
"Yes, but Russia?"

Matthew sighed, "I don't know much about it either. All I know is that those t-three opted to hold the c-conference meeting a fortnight earlier than it should have been... maple. I can't b-believe that it's only two w-weeks away from now..."

"It better be damn important."

"I have no doubt that it is. Papa w-wouldn't just change the date so suddenly if it wasn't."
"I wouldn't be so sure. I wouldn't put it past that bloody frog to do something like this simply for his own amusement."

Canada shook his head with a small smile on his face, but it dropped as soon as it had come, "Do... do you think that something's wrong?"

"There had better be something wrong," England grumbled, "Or else it would just be a waste of my time."

Canada's eyes were drawn to the large clock facing opposite him, "Well, I'd better go. After all, I'm p-pretty busy myself."

"Of course. Good-bye then, Matthew. I'll see you soon." England bid him farewell and the younger nation departed. Arthur stared at the letter in his right hand. Sighing, he slid it back inside the envelope and got up to leave. As he left, he almost bumped into something.

"Sealand! What the bloody hell are you doing!?" Arthur demanded.

"N-nothing!" Peter yelled back. Arthur narrowed his emerald eyes in suspicioun at his brother.

"Were you eavesdropping?"

"NO! Besides, it's none of your business even if I was... which I wasn't!"

"Peter..." Arthur groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"It's not like it was anything important. You barely said anything at all! Just something about some dumb meeting- HEY!"

Arthur had grabbed Peter's arms and was squeezing them tightly, "I don't know what Berwald's been teaching you, but in my house, you will abide by my rules. You do not, under any circumstances, eavesdrop on any of my conversations. Are we clear?"

"But this was just about some stupid change in the date of the meeting-!"

"It matters not! It matters not what my conversations are about!"

"OK, OK, chill. I won't do it again," Peter lied, "But like I said, it wasn't even important. Nothing extraordinary's happened or-"
"We don't know that for sure. Something must have happened, or else they wouldn't have changed the date in such short notice. Clearly, you don't understand the gravity of the situation."

"What? It was just eavesdropping, you're blowing this way out of proportion-"

"Not that, you idiot! If the date of an international meeting is changed, that means something very important has happened. Think about it for a second; when our bosses set a date for us to meet, that means that it is fixed. Nothing can change it unless something has happened or the majority of the countries attending the meeting have opted to change the date. I expected a nation wanna-be such as yourself would at least know this."

"I AM NOT A NATION WANNA-BE! I AM SEALAND AND ONE DAY I WILL RULE OVER YOU- AIYAH!"

"Lower your voice, you imbecile, you're going to give me a migraine!" England seethed.

"Good! That should teach you not to mess with me! Oh, how I look forward to day when you bow down at me feet~"

"Oh for fuck's sake-"

"One day, you'll know what it's like! To have to follow orders, to have to do stupid, pointless chores, to be forced against your will to be a slave to someone else, to-"

"Sealand, for the love of God, shut up. I am so sick and tired of listening to your whining! You are not a nation, for crying out loud! Stop trying to act like one!"

"And I'm sick of you trying to put me down! I am a nation! You're just too afraid to admit it! You're too afraid to admit that one day, I'll be bigger than you ever were!"

Arthur barked a laugh, "Oh, is that so? You, the simple little metal platform, an empire? I doubt that very much, you pest!"

"PEST?!"

"Yes, Sealand, pest. Do you not know the meaning of the word? I'm not surprised. My, you really are an idiotic, silly little micronation. Ha, micronation! The very word makes me laugh. Tell me, do you even realise how utterly useless those like you are?"

"How dare you call me useless, you foul-!"

"But you are useless."

"No I'm not! I am the world's saviour, I am exactly what this planet needs-"

"You are nothing but a burden to everyone, Sealand, you're just an insufferable brat with a nation complex! You are impolite, you show no respect towards your elders-"

"HA! You hypocrite! You never showed China any respect during the Opium Wars or after!"

"That was different, that was war, Peter. Something that you do not understand!"

"I was made by war! I was born during World War II, I know everything about war!"

"You ignorant fool. You don't know anything about war. You weren't out in the trenches, fighting, killing, constantly in fear of an enemy attack. You were safe at home-"

"I was a war tool!"

"And that is all you will ever be. You know, you really should treat me with some respect."

"Why the hell would I do that?"

"Because I am the only reason you are alive today, I raised you!"

"And what a fine job you did of that!"

Peter almost wished that he hadn't said that; Arthur looked downright murderous.

"Don't try to blame me for how you turned out! You have only yourself to blame for that! I fed you, took care of you, and this is the thanks I get?!"

"You didn't take care of me! You used me, and when I wasn't of use to you anymore, you sold me to the highest bidder!"

"Wrong, Sealand. You sold yourself to the highest bidder. To think that you have such low self-esteem that you would sell yourself... I am thoroughly disgusted and ashamed to have any connection with you whatsoever."

Peter's eyes shone with unshed tears as the sharp words cut through him like a knife. He was a moment away from his breaking point. Unfortunately for him though, England saw his weakness and verbally attacked him one more time.

"Face it, Sealand... nobody cares about you." England leered. Peter froze at that sentence. He blinked back the tears and threw Arthur the most heated glare he could muster, "I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU!"

"Good."

"You are so EVIL, England. I was only eavesdropping and then you go and make it such a big deal! I'm glad that I live with Pappa Sweden now. He actually takes care of me, unlike you! I don't regret selling myself one bit. The only thing I regret is coming back to this hell hole!" Peter half-yelled, half-screeched at England before turning on his heel and running far, far away. He ran down the hall and streaked past the back door.

He kept running deep, deep inside the ridiculously large garden and stopped when he ran out of breath. He panted heavily and leaned against a tree. His hands were balled into fists and his jaw was clenched. Damn him! Damn that stupid jerk England! He'd show him. Peter wasn't a useless nobody; he was a soon-to-be empire, damn it, and he should be treated as such! What did England know anyway? He was nothing but a has-been! His centuries of fame came and went and now it was Sealand's time to shine! So what if he was simply an abandoned oil platform? So what if he was just a used war fort? He deserved to be recognised as a country! Him and all his fellow micronations... but especially him!

The other micronations... most of them got what it felt like, but it wasn't the same. Take Wy for example. Even though she wasn't a country, Australia at least acknowledged her as something more than a nuisance; as something a little more than a micronation. As much as Sealand liked Wy, she would always rub it in his face whenever she got the chance.

Peter angrily punched the tree. Some wood cracked off and Peter winced. His hand started throbbing madly and he started shaking it, hoping that the pain would just disappear. He looked back at the tree with a regretful look.

"Sorry." Peter apologised to the tree and gave it a little pat. He stood up straight again before immediately slumping down. The micronation stared off into space as England's words came back to haunt him. "You are not a nation, for crying out loud! Stop trying to act like one!"

"-nothing but a burden to everyone-"

"Tell me, do you even realise how utterly useless those like you are?"

"I am thoroughly disgusted and ashamed to have any connection with you whatsoever."

Peter drew his knees up to his chest and buried his head in his hands.

"-insufferable brat-"

"-wanna-be nation-"

"You sold yourself to the highest bidder."

"Face it, Sealand... nobody cares about you."

A tear rolled down Peter's cheek and he angrily wiped it away. Why the hell was he crying? This was just stupid Arthur. England called him names all the time. How was this any different?

Because you know what he says is true...

Peter stopped breathing; could it be? Could England really be right about everything he had said? Of course, Sealand was obviously a country (no doubt about that), but what about everything else? Was he really that annoying? Did everyone really hate him?

...Nah! He was probably over-analyzing what his jerk-of-a-brother had said. Anyone with a brain loved him. He was just being ridiculous. Peter threw his head back and it banged on the tree. He hissed and rubbed the back of his head. He really shouldnt've done that. He looked up at the sky; it looked like it was going to rain again. It was getting quite cold, too. Peter sighed and decided to head back inside. He pushed himself off the ground and started walking back towards the house. He just hoped that he didn't bump into Arthur.

Once he was inside, he found that he realised that there really was nothing to do. He still had the whole day left (even if it was raining outside) and he was bored out of his mind. He decided to send Raivis a message on Facebook or something. He hadn't spoken to Latvia in a really long time.

Peter dashed upstairs and went into the only room that he had access to that had a computer; England's room. He wasn't actually allowed in his brother's room, but he really needed something to do, so he didn't care that he was forbidden from entering. Sealand started the computer and sat down in the puffy black swivel chair. The computer asked for Arthur's password and Sealand bit his lip; what could it possibly be? He frowned and typed in "Sealand". Incorrect password. So he decided to type in "Peter". Also incorrect. "Sealand is the best". Didn't work. "England is the best country". Incorrect. "America's an idiot". Wrong again. "France sucks". How on earth could that be wrong? "God Save The Queen". OK, something was seriously wrong with this stupid computer, because there was no way that that wasn't England's password.

Peter bit his lip; he tried everything from "Scones are great" to "England's the most powerful nation in the world". Nothing worked. Peter gritted his teeth and tapped his fingers on the edge of the table. He looked around England's room and looked for some kind of clue. There was a flag of the Union Jack behind his bed, a mug that read "World's Best Brother" that lay on his bedside table (England had purchased this for himself; having taken in so many other countries, he had proclaimed himself to be the best brother in the world), photos, paintings and posters of Winston Churchill, Queen Elizabeth II, Queen Victoria, Elizabeth I, the Beatles, Pink Floyd, J.R.R Tolkein, J.K Rowling and other memorable British people covered the walls, and then- Sealand froze. There was a mini statue on a table across the room of a strong woman raising a flag up high, standing tall and proud; Britannia. There were words etched at the bottom of the statue: "The Sun Never Sets on the British Empire".

This gave Sealand an idea. He typed in "The British Empire Lives". Peter whooped when the password seemed to be the correct one. Really, that should have been his first guess. England always romanticised about his glory days; back when he actually meant something. Peter tutted; all former Empires that he had met seemed to always try to live in the past. Britain, Turkey, China, Russia, France, Denmark, Austria... all of them seemed to long for the days when they used to be "omnipotent" (although in a way, Russia still seemed pretty omnipotent to Sealand... he hadn't met him often, but from what he could see and from what Latvia told him, Russia was a pretty scary pyscho).

The screen loaded and Peter got back to the task at hand. He opened "Google Chrome" and typed in "facebook" in the search engine. When the page loaded, he logged in to his account to find that Raivis had sent him a message. He clicked on it and it expanded. It read:

Peter, I'm not going to be able to talk much. Even though I'm free from Mr. Russia's rule, he's still trying to make me do his work for him. I've tried to explain that I'm no longer obliged to work for him, but he just doesn't seem to listen. He just gave me that creepy smile and now I'm going to hide under my bed and patiently wait for death. I'll be a bit busy this week, but I hope that you have fun :)

-Raivis

Peter huffed. This was so unfair! Now he had no one to talk to! He supposed he ought to try talking to Wy or Seborga (even if Seborga hated his guts). Peter quickly dismissed the idea. Instead, he just updated his status.

Stayin' with Jerk Ass has proven to be worse than I thought. Ugh! He's so annoying! I wish he would just dieeee :(

He logged out pretty soon after and shut the computer back down again. Well, that had been all for nothing. Peter went back to his room just in time to hear his Nokia Lumia phone ringing. He grabbed it and answered the call without looking at the caller ID.

"... Hullo?"

"Petteri!" a cheery, bubbly voice over the phone called.

"Peter." Peter automatically corrected, even though his heat leapt with joy at the oh-so-familiar voice.

"...Right. Berwald and I just wanted to call you up and see how you were doing! We've been having such a great time with your uncles, but we really miss you. How are you?"

A brilliant idea came to Peter's mind. If he really tried, he probably might be able to convince his parents to take him home. He'd just make up some bullshit story about England and sound really convincing, and then he wouldn't be so damn bored all the time or annoyed.

"Isä, I want to go home."

"What's wrong?" Finland's tone changed dramatically from excited to worried.

"I don't like it here." Peter sniffed.

"Why not?"

"England's been a real jerk to me-"
"Peter-"

"Isä," Peter whimpered, immediately cutting off whatever Tino was about to say, "Arthur hurt me yesterday..."

"Oh, Peter, I'm sure he didn't mean it-"

"He did. He pushed me out of the window because I woke up a bit too late. I tried to apologise, Isä, I really did... but he wouldn't listen to me. I'm so sorry." Peter's voice hitched. There was silence on the other line.

"He what?" Finland's voice was cheery, but Sealand could tell that it was fake.

"He pushed me out of the window..."

"Oh, Sealand, are you alright? Of course you're not," Finland said before Peter could say anything, "This is my fault, I should never have let you stay with your brother. I really hoped that you would get the chance to fix your broken relationship with England, but... oh, I am so sorry, Peter, please forgive me!"
"I-it's not your fault, Isä. I... I should have woken up e-earlier," Peter choked back a sob, "Oh, Isä, it hurts!"

"Sealand, I- I don't know what to say..."

"P-please, Iskä... take me home... please."

"Peter, I really wish that I could," Tino spoke softly, his voice tinted with regret, "But the meeting-"

Peter started sobbing a little, "I... d-don't...w-want... to...stay!"

"Peter, rakas, please stop crying!"

Peter continued to sob.

"Alright, alright! I- I'm coming right over. Berwald can pick up my notes at the meeting... or something. Don't worry, I'll be there soon!"

"Oh, thank-you, Isä... thank-you." Peter cried out in relief, his large smile reaching his eyes.

"I'll be there as soon as possible. I-I've got to go now, but I'll talk to you soon, OK?... I love you."

"I love you too, Isä." Peter sniffed and hung up. He wiped away his crocodile tears (they had somehow escaped during his little act) and grinned widely. Excellent. His father was going to pick him up and he was going to be saved! Finally, he could get started on playing the new video game that he recently bought! Oh, joy!

A/N:...And here we have another lame, long chapter XD. My my, Sealand's taken things a bit too far, dontcha think? I know, I know, Finland totally believed Sealand way too easily (he ought to know better, knowing Peter), but Finland has a big heart (kind of...) and the mere thought of anyone hurting his son will turn him into a mother hen ha ha! Don't worry, though... Berwald will be MUCH harder to convince.

I did mean to get this up earlier and I originally wanted to make an amazingly long chapter for Easter, but I've already finished this chapter and should probably put it up now. I've been procrastinating for far too long. I know this probably doesn't live up to your expectations (especially the *little* argument between Peter and Arthur, which I think moved way too quickly), but life's been quite hectic for me lately("Ah, that excuse again")and I haven't had much time to myself (Like you haven't heard that one before). Also, I actually have no idea what happens when the date of an international meeting of sorts is changed, or how it can happen. What I have written in the story is purely fictional :D.

Also, in my headcannon, Francis is Matthew's "Papa"... I like to think of Arthur as the "big brother" who raised him once Canada was ceded to Britain.

Feedback is much appreciated, so please leave a review. Oh, and one more thing: HAVE A HAPPY EASTER EVERYONE! MAY YOU EAT AS MANY DELICIOUS GOODIES AS YOU LIKE!