I play waaaaaay too much Kengo. I need to get back to writing.

Anyway, a reason I probably didn't choose Liechtenstein: I think that if I did, then I would have to use a different scenario, and besides, Switzerland has that gun, and therefore he could shoot everything in his way to find her, and the whole thing would be over way too fast.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.

Just like Sweden had thought, Finland was awake when he got back.

"Berwald! There you are! I was worried about you!" Sweden felt the smaller nation wrap his arms around him. The poor thing was clearly worried that he'd lost him too. Putting a hand on his head, Sweden returned the hug.

"D'n't be. M'back. Sorry m'worried you." The two held each other before Finland broke out.

"Where did you go?" Sweden felt he had to answer his wife, but of course, he couldn't say he went to England's house. The last thing he wanted was Finland having the emotional equivalent to a nuclear breakdown.

"M'just went t' go see one of Peter's fr'nds. M'needed answers, and now m'think m'know who's got Peter," he said quietly. Finland's eyes lit up when he heard those words.

"You do? Where is he? Can we get him back?" Sweden nodded, quietly reminding himself not to tell Finland about trying to get that information from Sealand's brother (who, for some reason, wasn't home). He would only mention what he got from S. Korea.

"M'think we can. But if Peter r'lly was taken by th' person Im Yong d'scribed, then w'll need t' visit th' big guy."

"The...big guy?" Finland didn't understand the informal nickname at first, but then he realized what it meant. He just never thought Sweden would use it.

"Ye'h. But it could take a wh'le t' get there. S'worth it, tho', right?"

Now it was Finland's turn to nod. If it meant getting Sealand back, then he didn't care where they had to go, or how far.

America was sitting on the couch watching TV when he heard England come home. He had been waiting for hours after Sweden left, and by the time England came back, it was almost eleven P.M. He figured that England had just forgotten about his birthday, and he came to get his gift.

"Hello, Arthur! Did you remember wha-" he stopped in the middle of his sentence when he realized that England was drunk. In fact, he was absolutely wasted. The Englishman was looking right at him, and America could see that wherever he'd been, he had clearly been crying his eyes out.

"Uhhh...you all right?" He knew the older man wasn't okay, but there was a need to ask. The answer he got was in the form of England getting right into his face, the smell of liquor still heavy on his breath.

"Does it look like I'm all right, you bloody git?" He hissed as he grabbed the American's collar. "Have you ever lost your little brother to something not human? And all you did was stand and watch, when you could've done something?"

America was absolutely speechless. He had seen England drunk many times before, but never like this. Something terrible must've happened. He was about to ask what was wrong when he was released from his former caregiver's grip.

"No. Of course you haven't. I don't know what the bloody hell you came here for, but you aren't getting it today." He started to go up the stairs, then turned to look at America. "Now go home, unless you plan to spend the night." With that, he staggered and stumbled up to his room, hiccuping the whole way.

America obviously wasn't going to bother him after that. Maybe he could come back another time and ask, when England was sober. Something serious must've happened for him to be this drunk. Was Sealand taken by something inhuman, like he said?

It was probably best not to get involved. America waited until he was out of sight, then left to head for home.

Who was this lady? Sealand was frightened of her. She certainly didn't look friendly, with the non-sparkling eyes and bruised-looking arm. She stared at him with those cold, lifeless eyes, like he was a misbehaving student in school about to be punished.

"I must not have been paying attention. I wanted the girl," the woman said in a somewhat dark voice. "Oh well. You'll do."

Just as quickly as she had suddenly appeared in front of him, the strange woman was gone. Just like this place was cold and bleak, so were the regular inhabitants, it seemed. What did she mean by 'you'll do?' It didn't sound very good.

He was more used to Papa Sweden's indifference. Sure, the very tall man was rather quiet, but at least he showed ways of caring for the little boy. But that woman...there was absolutely nothing nice about her, it looked like.

And she said she wanted the girl. So he was here by mistake. The woman wanted Liechtenstein, instead. Of course. They always wanted the blonde, virgin girl, not the young, enthusiastic wannabe nation boy.

And here he was, alone again. And by some mistake, he was here instead of Liechtenstein. Well, he didn't want her to go through this torture, so maybe he should be thankful for that.

But still, he had to go through this unbearable ordeal. He hoped and inwardly prayed that he would not be here forever.

In case you want to know, there isn't much left in Founding Father. Probably only about two or three chapters. Then I'll be done.

And I'm sorry to leave it here. (I say that a lot, don't I?)

Anyway, I'm worried I messed the mythology up. If I did, I'll gladly accept ways to fix it.

R&R!

-lyudesshadow