Let me just say this about the poll: I won't say identities, but going by choices, you're all going to be that more shocked upon the reveal.

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The Nordics and Baltics were silenced by fright as they surrounded Peter. They had heard sounds coming from outside the board room, and when they came to investigate, he was on the floor, not moving.

"Should we move him?" Tino said, scared of what could possibly have happened to his boy. "Is he even breathing?"

Berwald knelt down by Peter's chest, then by his face, listening for any signs of life. Thankfully, the boy was still taking in breaths. He looked up at Tino and nodded to show he was alive.

Maybe we should... we should try to take him back to our house." The Finn felt a hand on his shoulder, which belonged to Eduard.

"About what you wrote to me earlier...wouldn't it be easier to come to our house, instead?" Eduard let his buddy think it over for a moment, before he nodded.

"Well...Okay. Berwald?" The Swede was already holding the fainted child. There was no need to ask him what to do.

...

A short while later, all involved were excused from the meeting, and were at the Baltic's house. Peter was now laying on the mattress in Eduard's room. Lukas watched quietly and waited for him to wake up.

Everyone else was waiting out in the living room. They hadn't the slightest idea what was going on. All of them were worried sick for the boy. Lukas had offered to stay with him.

Of course, he also said that to get into Eduard's room. Slowly turning, he began looking around through the mess. As well-groomed as he showed in public, Eduard was messy at home.

"I know he has what I need," The Norwegian whispered to himself. He was greatly concerned for Peter, yes, but he also wasn't going to let an opportunity go to waste. After a bit of looking under and behind things, he found what he needed inside a scrapbook.

A picture of Eduard, looking at his stomach. Odd, but it would have to do. Shortly after, he found an old pair of glasses. Clearly the Estonian man didn't wear them anymore.

Well, besides Peter fainting, today was to be a lucky day. Just as Lukas pocketed both items, he heard Peter stirring behind him.

...

"What...happened?" The boy was not aware of his surroundings. When he saw his uncle Lukas, however, he woke right up and stared.

"You're awake." The Norwegian said to the child, then looked to the door. "Wait here. I'll tell the others." Lukas strode through the mess and left the room, leaving Peter alone to be frightened.

What did happen at the meeting hall? Peter remembered falling and something crashing, but that was about it. He shivered and pulled the blanket closer around him. He could hear their murmuring through the wall. No doubt, they were talking about him.

They were. He could hear his name being said once or twice. Then came a few gasps and someone saying, "Oh, God..." Peter covered his ears to try to block out the voices. He bit his lip and curled up, knowing that wasn't going to work.

He laid there like that, until Lukas came back. The man's face was unreadable, though quite grim. It was as though he were an executioner, coming to carry out Peter's death sentence.

"Peter..." He said in an oddly level voice, "Come with me." He knew what he was in for now. Standing up, stiff as a board, Peter stepped in front of him.

It wasn't fair. Peter didn't want to talk to everyone. He was fine! Lukas was just lying to them and saying he was sick. There was nothing to worry about...

Right?

...

Everyone was seated in a circle. Toris had pulled out some extra chairs for everyone. All of them waited patiently for Peter to get here.

"Here he is," all of them heard Lukas say. He was leading Peter ahead of him into the center of everyone.

Everyone sat there awkwardly, not sure how to start this. It wasn't every day they had to plan an impromptu intervention. After a little more weird silence, Tino leaned forward himself.

"Peter," he began quietly, smiling so as not to scare the boy, "what happened today at the meeting worried us." He looked him over, and continued. "When we saw you lying there on the floor, we just..."

Berwald stopped him. "Y're not yourself. In f'ct, y've not been yourself, l'tely." Peter felt his cheeks turn red.

"We have been seeing something strange going on. You act different, and you look different, as well," Emil said. "Have you looked at yourself in the mirror lately?"

Mathias reached over and took Peter by the arm. "Look, Peter, buddy...We're all here because we're worried about you. We're your friends and family, and we love you! But look at you!"

"Peter..." Lukas stayed where he was. "I've seen you lately. You think I don't know? I know, and I don't like it."

"You...You're all..." Peter didn't get it. They didn't understand! "I don't need help! You're wasting your time with this! I'm fine! I feel fine!"

"Fine? You most certainly don't look fine!" Eduard just about stood up to his feet. "You look sick! It's like I'm looking at a living skeleton!" Eduard would have kept going, were it not for the other two pulling him down.

"Peter, we're just worried that...you've not been eating, have you?" The Sealander couldn't, or rather, wouldn't answer. That certainly wasn't a question they needed to ask.

"Y-you look half your size! There's got to be something wrong! N-no one who does that is normal!" It seemed everyone had a turn now in revealing their feelings with everything.

"Peter..." Tino got to his knees and put his hands on his child's shoulders. "We're just worried about you. Has there been anything going on we don't know about?"

"Y' say there's no pr'bl'm, but th're is. Wh't happened? Did s'me'ne say something about y'?" Funny, how Berwald was right on target. Without saying anything, Peter looked down and nodded. Everyone around him was taken aback. "Wh't did they s'y?"

"I..."Peter looked the other way. "He said I was getting pudgy, and it...it turned out he was right."

"Who said this? Who?" Tino was doing all he can not to shake the boy.

"...Arthur did." Those two words stunned everyone around him into silence. It was thankfully cut short when Berwald stood up.

"W'ld you excuse me, ev'ryone? M' going to go h've a talk w'th Arthur." He strode past all of them, in an oddly stiff manner. The other Nordics knew what that meant.

Berwald was clearly out for blood.

...

Arthur was sitting quietly, doing his embroidery and watching Alfred play a video game, when he heard several loud knocks from the front door.

"Oh...Alfred, you didn't order anything, did you? I'm not expecting visitors." Al looked up and shook his head, before continuing playing. Arthur put down what he was doing and went to answer the door.

"Hello-" He was cut short by a left hook to the face. The Englishman held his face as he stumbled to the ground.

"Blast! That smarts!" That was putting it lightly. Arthur looked up, and saw the deliverer of said punch.

"What the...Berwald? What's going on? What was that for?" The Swede towered over him, but of course, he would do that anyway, even if Arthur wasn't on the floor.

"Y' got some explaining t' do," was all he said.

...

After everything was over and done with, Tino left for his house. Apparently Arthur was there, thanks to Berwald, and whatever happened next was going to happen there. No doubt, it was something the others really didn't want to be further involved with.

Eduard and the rest stayed around the house. He was wiping down the counters in the kitchen when he heard someone approach.

"Hej." The Estonian stopped what he was doing, and turned around to face Mathias.

"Ehh...Thanks for letting us use your room."

Eduard shrugged. "It was nothing, really." He tried sounding nonchalant about it. His restless baby wasn't helping, though.

"Nej, I mean it." The Dane looked down at the Estonian's swollen belly. "So how far...?"

"Seven months." Eduard tried walking away, but he was stopped by Mathias putting him in a headlock.

"Y'know, you ain't a bad guy, for someone who isn't a Nordic." Mathias couldn't help but give Eduard a noogie, while giggling. Eduard broke out after sufficient wiggling.

"Gee, thanks." The pregnant one walked away, while adding, "Just give the word if you guys need something, yeah?" He walked away before hearing Mathias' response.

...

Later, Lukas had snuck out of the house. It didn't say he had to do so, but it was better to be safe than sorry. So, off he went to the nearest forest with everything he needed. He made sure no one followed him.

After finding a good clearing, and setting everything up, Lukas got started. He made sure the three candles he brought were in the correct positions.

"Now...Where was that page?" The Norwegian flipped through until he found spot and read through everything again.

"And say thank you to your Almighty Deity." That was rather odd to be in a book for Arthur. Of course, Lukas figured, 'don't ask, and don't tell'. Everything was in place. The sun had gone down, and night had fallen. He knew the words, and all was together.

He said the chant at each candle like he was supposed to. With everything prepared, Lukas began chanting.


A lot of you seem to want me to update! I'll do my best to do so, then. And if things are unclear now, like the last segment, they'll be revealed eventually.

And sorry if that "intervention" segment was messy or confusing, that's my bad. Sorry if so.

-Emerald-Shadow-Knight