Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or the Characters, The hospital and acts of the doctors are to the best of my knowledge. I am also from America so I am not sure how Swedish hospitals work.

Warning: There is very mild Homophobia in this.

Note: So here we are. My heavens, this should not be taking me this long to be posting. I have been working on my other story as well. Also, we are getting close to the end! Sealand will be waking up soon! (or will he?... Hmmm...)

Chapter 8 .-.-.-.-.-.-.- A way home? -.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

Sweden held the small Maltese puppy close to his chest as he walked into the ICU room. Hanatamago wiggled as she saw her little owner. Things have not changed in the last 2 months, the young fort had made no progress, nor did he get worse.

The schedule the parents have fallen into kept someone here at least five days out of the week. Norway had insisted they still spent time together and have a break from the hospital walls.

Setting the puppy down on the bed, Sweden walked over to the sleeping man in the reclining chair nearby. Finland had papers strewn across his outstretched legs, some on the floor where his shifting made them fall. Oh, Sweden loved this man, his wife was so cute.

I knelt next to the chair and picked up the papers, before lightly shaking the prone man.

"F'nland. F'nland, t'me t' get up."

A soft groan of displeasure escaped the smaller man's lips, right before his eyes slowly cracked open. Question covered purple eyes before clarity and embarrassment hit. Sitting up quickly, Tino looked around the room before settling his gaze on Sweden. He relaxed some and grabbed the papers in the taller man's hand.

"Sorry Ber, I guess I dozed off for a moment."

" 'ts alr'ght, y' need a bre'k."

A whining noise sounded from the bed, the two turned to see Hana licking Peters' face, another desperate whine made the air thick. They walked over and removed Hana from the boy's chest. Suddenly beeping from the monitors sounded, and for the first time in months, Peters face shifted.

Sweden found himself holding his breath, hoping and praying that this was a good sign, meaning his son was gonna wake up. The minutes passed and the beeping only got faster and the numbers on the monitor blinked red.

Fear gripped his heart and he realized that the beeping was a warning, calling the nurses or doctors to the room. Something was happening and it wasn't good.

Nurses suddenly came running into the room, Sweden pulled Finland to the corner to stay out of the way so they wouldn't be kicked from the room. His mind was a blur, he couldn't hear what the nurses were saying anymore, he only picked up a few. Hana began to struggle in Finland's arms and she barked in desperation.

It seems as soon as the whole thing started it ended. Peter was stable again and the monitor no longer beeped. The only thing different was, for but a moment, his son started to wake up. The doctor turned to the parents, noticing the barking to let him know they were in the room the entire time. Walking up, the doctor nodded to them both, he spoke carefully to make sure Mr. Tino was able to understand his Swedish.

"Gentlemen. It seems your son had a sudden rush of adrenaline. Something we weren't sure about was whether your son's mind was still active, even while he sleeps. It appears that his mind is still very actively dreaming in a sense and his body is reacting to it."

It didn't seem too far fetched but it made them wonder what on earth their son was dreaming and what had happened that would cause such a reaction. Something that brought him close to waking up but not quite enough.

"We are going to be keeping a closer eye on him, a rush like that is not good for his heart and may cause more problems."

After a few other passed words the doctor left them, Finland settling himself next to Sealand. Placing Hana back on the bed, she curled up between the boys head and shoulder.

"Sve, I don't know if I'm happy about the news or not. Happy to know he is still there but scared to know he is trapped in his mind. I'm ready to have our son back Sverige. I feel like I am forgetting little things like his laugh, his mannerisms, his touch... His hugs...His smile."

He broke at that point, Tino wasn't sure why he was crying again. It had been a whole month since he was like this. But after the scare today he started to doubt, doubt things he was sure of. He didn't want to go back to how life was before Peter. Sure they were happy, and he loved his Husband and the life they shared. But Peter had added to it, and to have to go on without that added happiness was starting to hurt more than any battle he had ever fought in.

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Peter slowly opened his eyes and groaned. A cold cloth touched his forehead, he tried to focus his eyes to see who it was. But all he got was a blurry image on someone with blond hair and violet eyes looking down at him.

"Mama?"

"I'm glad you are waking up. It's me tho, Sealand, Suomi. It has been a few hours, we were getting worried."

Peter tried to sit up, gasping in pain as he did as fire shot down his arm and ribs.

"Try not to move too fast, you had a knife in your shoulder and it did a bit of damage when you fell."

Laying back down on the pillow, he didn't try to hide the tears forming in his eyes from the pain. Everything on his left side hurt, and the bandage helped a bit also pulled and pressed on his injury when he moved. Everything that had happened in the woods came back to the forefront of his mind.

"Is Island ok?"

Finland chuckled and rewet the cloth before wiping Peters cheek clear of dirt that was missed.

"Yes, he is fine. He is with Norja now, he bounces back pretty fast. He had a rough childhood before he came to us."

A sad smile passed over the Finish man and he watched pain cross over the younger boy.

"You saved him. Even tho he is not your brother, you protected him and was willing to die for him."

The large door to Sealands room creaked open, Finland looked up and nodded to Norway who seemed hesitant to enter the room. Norway looked behind him then pushed Iceland into the room.

"Is Sea alive?"

The quiet question had a little laugh slip between Peters' lips.

"Yeah Island. I am alive. I am just glad you are ok."

"Did you go home?"

Three sets of eyes turn to the large Island. Peter watched with curiosity as Emil walked over to the bed and sat down next to him, Lukas following behind him. They waited in stunned silence for the younger boy to explain what he meant. Did he go home? Oh, how Peter wished he could go home but in all his time here, they still had no way of figuring out how he ended up there in the first place.

"Did you go home?"

Iceland asked again.

"What do you mean? I never left to go home, I went out to the lake to find you Island."

"When Sveirge was carrying you home from the lake after the Danmark killed the bad men. You left didn't you?"

The question made no sense to Sealand. Did he die at some point or something? Finland hadn't said anything about something like that. But now that he was thinking about it. The last thing he did in his world was pass out, would if passing out here brought him home? No. there was no way that was the answer. Or... maybe?

"Island you shouldn't speak so harshly." Norway patted his brothers head "Sealand did not pass on to Valhalla. He only passed out, something people do when they are hurt and their body just wants to sleep. Come, you have seen him. Let's let him rest and maybe we can see him tomorrow after your meal."

Peter watched the two leave. His mind turning and question running around. He thinks maybe Iceland is onto something, with the magic around his heart like Norway said there was then maybe the magic is the key for sure! A cool cloth pulled him from his exciting thoughts.

"Does Islanti have your mind thinking of your home now?"

Peter looked at Finland, and thoughts of his Dads now seeped into his mind. The purple eyes looking down at him were still the eyes of Mama. Yeah, he was thinking of home. Tear pooled in his eyes as homesickness gripped his chest. Causing a pain worse than his stab wound to wrack his chest as sobs escaped him.

"Home."

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Finland sighed as he looked at the hospital bed with gray bars and white sheets, it was becoming an annoying site to see almost every day. Lifting his eyes to the once wild child laying on said cursed site was another matter altogether. Tubs running out of his son body, these tubs seemed to him like chains holding the child to the bed, but those chains were keeping his son alive.

Tino couldn't help but let another sigh fill the quiet room, oh what he would do to have his son smile up at him, to run into his arms after a few days back in his country calling out Mama. A small smile broke across his features, that name used to make him cringe. He was a man, after all, he should be called Dad or something, Berwald got to be called Papa. Why couldn't he? But almost two years after adopting the young micronation, Tino overheard a conversation Peter had with one of his human friends.

"I can to have two dads! There is no reason why I cant. Papa and Mama are the best dads in the world!"

Peter crossed his arms as if to make a point. The other child crossed his arms in retaliation.

"If you have two dads you don't get to call one Mama, that's for moms only and he's not a girl!"

Peter looked at the other child almost confused.

"But he is my mom, a mom is just someone who cares about you. Someone who helps you get better when you're sick, who holds you when you're hurt and make everything better, and someone who is always there for you. A mom is a teacher, a helper, and your own doctor. Tino is all those things to me, Papa is fun and he loves me just as much be he fits a dads part more. He teaches me life lessons, he is the one who does more of the disciplining.

Sure other peoples parents are different and have their own way of being a mom and dad. But this is how I see my dads and there is nothing you can do to change my mind. Papa and Mama love me and it doesn't matter that they are both boys and even if Tino isn't a girl, He is my Mama."

After hearing what Peter had to say that day, Finland held that Mama title proudly. Sealand still saw him as a man but with the heart of a true mother. Looking at the bed, what use is the title now if his son never woke up. Nations cant really die the way humans do but can micronations? Could they come back after something like this? He wasn't sure a nation could come back after something happens to them, well maybe. Didn't Poland?

Here was Sealand, half dead in a hospital, his heart giving up and ceasing to work the way it should. For almost 3 months.

Finland brushed some of Peters' hair back, it was getting long starting to reach his closed eyes. Peters eyes where an amazing color, if he remembered. Ever changing like the sea. Blue when he was happy, greenish when he was thinking hard and curious, and gray when he was upset or angry. Oh, he wanted to see those eyes again, but Tino knew this wasn't gonna happen, not so long as the only thing breathing life into Sealands lungs were man-made tubs helping him breathe.

Walking to the other side of the room, he grabbed the chair and pushed it next to the bed. He hadn't talked to Peter in a week when his doubt was at its highest. With others around, he would encourage them that the steel fort would wake again before they even knew it.

" I know your still sleeping Sealand, but I think its time for you to go ahead and wake up. You're a strong country, you can heal from this I know you can. You have to come back so we can be a family again. "

He let out a little laugh.

"Your Papa has gone back to being scary sometimes."

Tino gasped. Did Peter just grip his hand?

"What? Can you not imagine Berwald being scary?"

Another light squeeze that Tino now knew he didn't imagine, his heat gave a little leap. It was the first real sign of life in almost three months!

"Well your Papa use to be, he was a very scary Viking. After that age passed, he seemed like he didn't know how not to be fierce." he laughed again

"I bet if they had to be Vikings again Berwald could fit right in. What do you think?"

" 'd think y'd be right."

Turing quickly around, Tino saw his Swedish Viking walking into the room with a tray of food. Unable to keep in his excitement Finland jumped up and grabbed the tray of food, setting it aside.

"Ruotsi! Peter gripped my hand!"

Sweden frowned as the trays were taking from him and he was pushed toward the bed. He grabbed the pale boys hand and waited while his wife spoke to their son as if he wasn't in a coma.

"Peter, can you show Papa? Please? Grip his hand like you did Mamas a moment ago."

Berwald waited with silent hope that Tino was telling the truth and that he wasn't in another low from the doubt. But then there it was. Small, weak, but there. A rare smile broke across his features. This moment was all he needed to rekindle the hope that was slowly fading. Leaning down to kiss his little nations face, Berwald couldn't help the little tear that fell.

"Good to h've y' coming back son."