The sound of the door opening made Sealand turn around from his sitting position on the couch. His face lit up when he saw England and France walking through the door. "Your home!" Sealand chirped brightly, jumping over the couch and running toward England
"Peter," England chided, " that wasn't a very proper- Ophf!"
Sealand had cut her off by running into England and tackling her into a hug. England blinked, shocked that the boy had actually hugged her before smiling and hugging back. She placed a quick peck on Sealand's forehead before picking him up in her arms.
"Was everything okay while we were gone?" England asked, walking off with her son in her arms, completely forgetting about France.
"Yeah, it was great! Wy and San Marino came over and we all saw a movie! It was some cheesy American one, but it was still cool!"
France watched with fondness as he watched England and Sealand talking enthusiastically. The Frenchman closed the door behind him and followed as England climbed the steps to what used to be America and Canada's room. France lingered on the doorway, placing a hand on the molding as memories passes through his head. Memories of lullabies sang to drowsy boys in French or English, of fussing over sick boys at two in the morning, of sending a naughty boy to the corner, of bedtime stories that usually consisted of pirates and heroes and thieves, and of thunderstorms passed under blankets with two trembling boys. France smiled softly and looked up at his love and son. The two where seated on the single bed, Sealand listening avidly as England dramatically told a story of the sea. France leaned on the doorframe and crossed his arms, watching. It was beautiful, it was sweet. It made France's heart soar. How he had missed these days of raising a child, and of watching England raise a child. He didn't want these days to end as they did with America and Canada.
"H-Hey...Alfred?"
America looked up from his iPhone, his blue eyes landing on his brother. Canada held his bear tighter and lowered his eyes. America waited for his brother to start speaking again. Canada didn't approach him often as America liked, but when he did, America always gave his brother his full attention.
"They're...They're raising Sealand, aren't they?" Canada whispered, longing in his voice. No matter how much the two North American brothers had wanted their independence, they sill wished for the family structure they once had with France and England. America sighed, a spike of jeleausly coursing through his body, leaving a stormy feeling in his stomach. America honestly hoped that they weren't, he had waited far too long for the two to apporach him as a son again, but it indeed seemed as though the two were raising the young micronation.
"Mattie? We need to get rid of Peter," America said sharply, a bitter and jelaous edge detectable in his voice. Canada nodded, his body shivering slightly in fear. The Canadian could tell, just by the look on his brother's face, that Sealand might not exist any longer. America stood up, slipping his phone into his pocket and hugging his brother.
"I promise Mattie," America whispered, stroking Canada's soft blonde locks. "If those two are together, then it will be only the two of us who are allowed to be their sons. Peter will die if he thinks he can take our place."
Canada whimpered and burried his face in America's shoulder.
"England wouldn't want to raise you anymore if you kill-"
SMACK
Canada staggered out of America's arms, holding his cheek. Already it was growing red from where his brother had whacked him. America's blue eyes flashed dangerusly as he stared intently into the violet eyes of his quivering brother.
"Don't say that," America hissed. "Why would you say that?"
"B-B-B-B-Because England t-thinks your his-her equal," Canada studdered, shriking lower as America loomed closer. "H-H-H-H-He-She wouldn't want to raise you b-because of the Revolution."
Canada felt himself fall to the floor, quivering and barely breathing as America began stroking his hair and stared into his eyes. Canada let out a cry when America gripped Canda's hair tightly, tugging the golden locks.
"They are OUR parents," America said calmly. "We are their SONS. Understand?"
Canada nodded. America smiled and kissed his brother's cheek and held in a tight embrace. Canada shyly smiled back, a seed of fear growing in his heart. Peter was a joy to France and England, and Canada couldn't let his brother take that away from them.
England squeaked, jumping slightly as France wrapped his arms around her waist. The French nation kissed her cheek and rested his chin on her shoulder.
"What're you making, love?" France asked, already knowing the answer by the kettle in her hands.
"Tea of course!" England scoffed. "What else?"
"Well I was hoping not scones," France chuckled. England puffed out her cheeks, her brows furrowing in annoyance. She's so cute like that, France though, Simply too cute. The English female stepped out of his embrace, walking over to the phone.
"Who're you calling, Lapin?" France asked, raising an eyebrow when the woman hushed him. She dialed the number, and waited.
"Ciao?"
"Hello Romano," England chirped brightly. France blinked.
'Why the hell is Arthur calling Romano?' France thought jealously, frowning.
"Ciao England," Romano's sigh was heard.
"Are you aware that San Marino snuck out again?" England asked sweetly. "I also found a very cheesy American Mafia movie in my DVD player and I ask that you not allow your brother to spead such an influence over Sealand."
France snickered as Romano's curses where heard.
"Fuck, the last damn thing I need is a fucking Sealandic Mafia! Then I really will have to fucking acknowledge Sealand as a damn nation."
England hummed.
"Well, can't make any promises, but I'll try," Romano grumbled.
"It's all I ask, love."
"Alright, addio."
England hung up, smiling brightly.
"Good, now that that's out of the way~!"
"Your such an over protective mother, cheri," France cooed.
"I don't want him to grow up as violent as we did," England huffed. "He may have been born for war, but the hell if I let anyone harm him!"
Short is Short, I know. -_-'
BUT I'M BAAAAAAAAAAACK!
Here's your chappie, enjoy! :)
