Emil wasn't sure how long they have been on the open road, but with every passing minute they spent on the road the more he felt scared and anxious as he watched buildings, trees and various other cars pass. He had to keep these emotions secured deep in his mind, for Peter's sake. The little tyke didn't seem to concerned that the trip home was taking longer then usual as he was more content playing with his Happy meal toy, much to Emil's relief. He glared hard at the back of the man's head as he held the kindergartener close to him.

"Hey mister!" Peter said, looking from the window to the driver, "Where are we going?"

"Oh~ somewhere..." He answered, looking at the boy through the rear view mirror.

"Oh... Okay then."

He went back to playing his little game, whereas the driver and Emil locked eyes for a minute before the hazel/brown eyes glanced back to the road.

"Cute kid."

"Very."

Emil refused to say anything more only looking in his direction only to glare angrily at the back of the man's head. He hated feeling powerless, helpless, but with Peter's life on the line, there wasn't much the silver-haired man could do but obey. He blinked when he heard a cell phone ring.

"Oh! I gotta take this, guys." He smiled at Emil, who growled at him.

He pulled over to the side of the road, Emil took a quick look at the landscape. They were in the middle of nowhere, save for the large field of corn stalks and flowers with a small house in the far distance. They must be in a rural part of the district.

"Stay in the car, like a good boy." The man said, turning to look at Emil and grabbing a hold of his jaw. "For the kid's sake..."

"Fine." Emil agreed, slapping the offending hand away from him.

"Good."

He turned the engine off before moving to get out of his car. Stepping out of the car and slamming the car door shut, he turned to answer his phone call.

"Hello~?"

Emil watched him with every step he made he quickly surveyed the interior of the back seat discovering that one door was unlocked facing the road, maybe the people in the house in the distance can help. He turned to look at the man who was busy chatting on his phone before turning to Peter.

"Peter."

"Yes, Uncle Emil?"

"I need you to listen and listen carefully." Emil could feel his adrenaline being to take control.

"O-Okay."

"When I open that door over there," He pointed at the door. "I want you run across the road and into those cornstalks. Do you understand?"

"Ye-Yeah." Peter felt a bit scared at Emil slightly raised tone.

"Good. Now get to that side of the car. Quick!"

Peter did as he was told. Emil quickly and quietly set him onto the car seat before the small boy scooted to the door with Emil reaching over him. He blinked before looking up at his 'uncle'.

"But Uncle Emil... What about you?"

"Don't worry about me."

"Why are we running away?"

"Because this man's a 'bad man' Peter." Emil replied, he threw open the door, "QUICK PETER! RUN!"

Peter did as he was told. He jumped out of the car and as quickly as his little legs would allow, he ran. Emil began to follow, when he heard the man.

"YOU LITTLE BITCH!"

Emil turned to see that the man turned his direction from his phone call to briefly look at him and then see Peter running from his vehicle. Rage written clearly on his face. He walked around his SUV, raising his arm up, aiming his gun at the running boy.

"NO!"

Emil jumped at the man from inside the car, grabbing a hold of the hand that held the hand gun trying to wrestle it out of his hand, flinching when the gun fired a deafening bang into the air. He turned to see that Peter was slowing down and looking behind, fear etched on his small face.

"NO PETER! DON'T SLOW DOWN! KEEP RUNNING, KEEP RUNNING! DON'T LOOK BACK, DON'T YOU EVER LOOK BACK! JUST KEEP RUNNING! I'LL BE RIGHT BEHIND YOU!"

Peter did as he was told, disappearing into the vast land cornstalks before Emil turned his attention back to the man. He clearly had the upper hand, as he wrestled with the Icelandic man to regain control. And clearly, he might get it.

"You smart assed little bitch."

He managed to wrestle the hand that held his gun free from Emil and before Emil could react, he smashed the gun against Emil's head. Emil was sent to the ground from the force of the impact, his head bouncing against the dirt ground. Dimly, he was aware that blood was oozing from his silver hair. The world started to grow dark as he heard the gun blasting in the direction Peter disappeared to. He raised his head weakly as well as his arm. Hoping to somehow magically reach Peter before this bastard did.

"N... N-N-No... No. Pe-Peter..."

The last thing he heard was Peter screaming before the darkness claimed him and he passed out.

Peter had never felt so scared before in his entire life. He did what his 'uncle' told him to do, he ran the minute Emil opened the door. He ran like he never imagined he could.

When he heard that 'bad man' say the bad word his mama and papa had forbidden him to ever say, he looked behind him the minute a gunshot sounded after that 'bad word'. He slowed a little, really wanting his Uncle Emil to be here, running with him, he looked to see his 'uncle' fighting with the 'bad man', looking at him with fear in his violet eyes.

"NO PETER! DON'T SLOW DOWN! KEEP RUNNING, KEEP RUNNING! DON'T LOOK BACK, DON'T YOU EVER LOOK BACK! JUST KEEP RUNNING! I'LL BE RIGHT BEHIND YOU!"

With energy he didn't think he had, Peter ran faster and tried his very best not to look back, but he couldn't help but feel scared for his 'uncle'. He ran farther into the corn field, hiding him from sight of the 'bad man', he slowed down a little bit, feeling completely exhausted. He screamed when he heard gunshots and out of fear, he fell to the ground cowering.

"MAMA! PAPA!"

Tears stained his cheeks as he covered his head with his tiny hands. He was scared! He wanted his mama and papa.

The air soon fell silent after a while and Peter looked up, blinking his tear-filled blue eyes. He slowly picked himself up of the ground, looking around, trying to spot his 'uncle', you said he'd be right behind. There was no one.

"Uncle Emil?"

Silence answered him.

"U-Uncle Emil?"

There was still no reply. He cautiously began to walk back over to the SUV, trying to keep hidden and quiet as possible. He spotted something glittering in the sun and bent forward to pick it up. A funny looking metal ball thing. There were some more scattered around and he picked them up too, picking up a total of three weird metal round things.

"Uncle Emil?"

He reached the road where he was pretty sure the 'bad man's' car was earlier, now, there was nothing there. Peter began to fear a fresh wave of tears beginning to form. They left him. They left him.

He shrunk back into the corn, tightening his grip on his findings, he had never left this scared before in his entire life. He couldn't see or hear his 'uncle'.

"But h-he p-p-p-promised..."

He fell to the ground onto his bottom, pulling his knees up close to his body and curling himself into a tight little ball, his small body shaking with sobs. He wanted to go home. He wanted his Uncle Emil, his mama and his papa. He cried till he fell asleep, right there in the corn.

"Peter? Peter? Are you okay, un poco? Peter? Answer me, PLEASE!"

He awoke sometime later at the feeling of someone gently shaking him. He opened his eyes sleepily, blinking a fair few times before memories from earlier today began to flood his small mind. He sat up in a panic, scaring his company, who jumped slightly.

"Peter? Peter! What's wrong, mi pequeño?"

Peter blinked and looked to see who was talking to him, his eyes felt a new wave of tears rush forward at the very sight of the man in front of him. His company had somewhat curly, dark brown hair, bright green eyes with a tanned complexion and had a small bandage on his right cheek. He wore a loose dusty beige shirt that looked too big for him, dark brown pants that only reached to his knees, he was barefooted and carried a large basket of corn. It was Antonio Fernández Carriedo, a friend of his papa's, he knew. Peter sniffled.

"A-An-Antonio..."

"Peter? What are doing way out here? Where's your mamá and papá?" Antonio asked, placing his basket of corn onto the ground.

"I-I don't know..."

"You don't know?" Antonio blinked. He settled himself down onto the ground, pulling the terrified Sealandic child into his arms, "What's wrong, mi pequeño?"

"U-Uncle Emil... He-he promised he-he-he be here w-w-with me!" Peter sobbed burying his face into the Spaniard's chest. "Bu-But he-he's n-n-not here... I-I can't f-f-find him anywhere."

"Emil?" Antonio blinked. Something wasn't clicking right. "What were you two doing out here in the middle of nowhere?"

"W-We-We-" He seemed distraught.

"Peter, niño pequeño mar, you need to take a deep breath." Antonio whispered, cupping the child's face, "Now tell me what exactly happened."

Peter did as he was told, taking the biggest deep breath that his lungs would allow, he exhaled and launched into his story, telling Antonio everything (that he remembered). To where they went to McDonald's for lunch, them leaving earlier because Uncle Emil said so to when Uncle Emil told him his car broke and a stranger offered them a ride home. He told the Spaniard that they drove out here before he stopped to 'take a call' to where Uncle Emil told him to run away, far away from the car and seeing his uncle wrestling with the stranger as a loud bang rang out. He told him how Uncle Emil told him to run and never look back, promising to right behind him, then he heard more loud bangs before he fell to the ground.

Antonio nodded as listened to the child's tale. He honestly didn't expect this, but at the same time he kinda did when he first heard those gunshots. He fingered the hidden knife hidden in his back pocket looking around quickly, making sure that there was no one hidden in his cornfield. "What did you do after the world fell silent, Peter?"

"I-I went to look for Uncle Emil." Tears started to reappear in the child's eyes, "A-A-And I c-c-couldn't find him."

"It's okay un poco, it's okay." Antonio soothed gently, pulling the poor child into a tight embrace, rubbing soothing circles in the child's back. "Everything's gonna be okay. Prometo. Prometo."

"Y-You really p-p-promise?"

Antonio blinked. That was the first time a child of English background, knew the meaning to a word in another language they weren't familiar with. He none the less, smiled.

"I promise." He ruffled the sandy-blond hair. "How about we go inside and get something to eat, huh? I think Lovino's made some churros."

"Yay! Churros!" That cheered him up.

"And we'll see if we can get a hold of your papá. How's that sound?"

"Good. Very good."

He gathered the humming child into his arms, before standing up. Leaving his basket behind, he made for his and Lovino's house that was in the far distance while he bounced the now hiccuping 5 year old tyke in his arms. He knew what had to be done. He had to get a hold of Arthur and Berwald, fast!

Man... I feel tired...