Peter felt a little lonely. It was Thanksgiving (Alfred had insisted all of Arthur's family and colonies get together) and no one was noticing him. He didn't feel like causing trouble to get attention so he just went to the library. As he walked down the corridors, he saw things from everyone's past: gifts from of Arthur's colonies, pictures, books, and weapons. Something from everyone was there, everyone except him.

He entered the library and quickly found some of his toys. Peter played with them until another box caught his eyes. Well, it was actually a chest, but Peter didn't care. He cleared the things off it's top and opened it expecting treasure but there was none. He looked disappointed until he saw some strange things at the bottom.

Strange clothes and old fashioned, primitive weapons were wrapped in paper. A few scrolls were scattered here and there, he picked up one and couldn't read anything on it. He put everything back in the box when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Peter turned around quickly expecting to see Arthur or his brothers but it wasn't any of them.

A blonde man stood there with a questioning look in his eyes. The man said something that Peter didn't understand so he coughed and tried again. "Arthur, I could've sworn you were bigger," The man smiled. Peter flushed with anger.

"I'm not Jerk England! My name is Peter! I'm Sealand!" Peter yelled. The man tilted his head and then nodded.

"Arthur's colony, right?" He asked. Peter nodded. "Oh, I'm Ducarius, Arthur's father, but you can call me Papa Celt."

"You're England's dad?" Peter was confused. Arthur had never mentioned his dad, but the few times anyone mentioned him, Arthur went quiet.

"That's right!" Papa Celt helped Peter up off the ground. "I found out that Arthur had invited all of his family over, so I couldn't help myself."

"Why weren't you invited?" Peter asked.

Ducarius' smile disappeared, "I live very far away and I haven't talked to any of my children in a very long time," He shook his head and smiled again. "Why aren't you with the others? I know Iain and Liam would love to play with you since you're so cute."

Peter blushed at the compliment then remembered why he wasn't with the others. His normally happy face fell and a fears tears leaked out, "No one notices me or recognizes me as a nation. They all forget I'm there half of the time. I don't even know why he invited me."

Papa Celt gave the boy sad smile and patted him on the shoulder, "Arthur has a reason. Trust me, Peter."

Sealand wiped his eyes and looked up at Papa Celt, a huge smile on his face. "Thanks, Papa Celt!" They smiled at each other then Papa Celt twitched. "Are you alright?

"Yes, I was just called back. But I'll visit soon, please tell Arthur that," Papa Celt patted Peter on the head. "Bye, Peter. I hope to see you at a World Conference soon." He headed out into the hallway and Peter blinked, Papa Celt was gone. He ran into the hallway to find him but he was nowhere in sight.

"Peter, what are you doing in the library?" Arthur called out. He was walking quickly up the hallway towards Peter. "Come on." Peter looked confused as Arthur grabbed his hand and pulled him down the hallway towards the den. The lights were off and Peter didn't hear a sound. Arthur pushed Peter in front off him and they walked into the den. The lights flicked on and everyone popped out.

"SURPRISE!" Everyone screamed. Peter looked at Arthur, who had a huge smile on his face. Peter was about to ask a question but was lifted into a bone-breaking hug by Iain.

"You've gotten so big!" Iain roared. "I remember when Artie first brought you home!" Peter gasped for breath and was thankfully rescued by Liam.

"Leave the guy alone!" He yelled then smiled at Peter. "Sorry it took so long for this to happen." Liam set Peter on the ground and Arthur walked over, glared at his brothers, then knelt down in front of Peter.

"Happy late birthday, Peter," Arthur smiled and gave Peter a hug. Peter felt his lip tremble and began to cry for the second time that day.

Later that day:

Arthur sighed as he cleaned up all the dishes and paper all over the den. Everyone except Francis, Mathew, his brothers, and Peter had left, but the first two were in the kitchen cleaning and Peter had long ago gone to bed. His brothers were throwing paper balls at each other and weren't really helping.

"Look at this mess, you guys."

"Sorry, Artie, but we might as well have a little fun while we clean," Gwydion laughed and dodged a huge wad of paper flying at his head. Arthur looked at his brothers.

"You mean you didn't say that?" He asked. The others shook their heads. Someone laughed. The brothers turned to the sound and dropped everything they had been holding.

Papa Celt stood in the hallway that lead to the den.

"You guys never could resist making a mess even when you were kids!" He laughed and walked towards his sons. "Sorry, I'm so late. I thought Peter was you, Arthur, then I got called back because of a meeting with Romulus and Adalric. But I'm here now and that is all that counts." The brothers were silent.

"Papa Celt?" Liam asked. Their father smiled and nodded. His sons all ran forward and tackled Papa Celt to the ground.

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A/N and Info about Chapter:

This was written because I wanted to write a Thanksgiving story and I missed Sealand's birthday so here ya go. Sealand's birthday is presumably Sep. 2nd.