Tee hee…I did it again with this one too. Chapter updates because I missed Sealand so much. There is more to be told, and chapters are going to continue until I have had enough…but really…who can't get enough of little Peter Kirkland?

With everyone sitting at the table enjoying their spots of tea, Sealand looked over to his big brother. A slight sense of sadness came over him because while his brother did promise to play with him more, it was not the same as playing with another little boy. Casting an eye over to America and Canada, he wondered. If they could somehow turn into little boys, then he would have two friends to play with, but how was that going to happen? He would have to contemplate this again.

Finishing the last of their tea, Sweden and Finland stood up. Berwald looked over to England and nodded.

"Er Arthur, ve have come today to take Peter out, and spend some time vith his papas. So much as happened, and vell, ve vould like to have some family time, if that is alright with you?"

England stood up, and casting an eye at the little boy, he then straightened up and responded.

"Er, yes, of course…I am not to stop you from enjoying the time with little Peter. Go out, enjoy the day, do whatever needs to be done."

Sweden walked over to Sealand, and held out a hand. Leaning down he kissed the boy's head, and then spoke.

"I vish for him to stay a couple of days, you know…it vill be a lot different than last time. I think he knows that. Right Peter?"

"Yes Papa…I want to see Hana, I bet she missed me." The boy grabbed Sweden's hand, and pulled. "Come Papa, I want to go!"

"Alright, alright…be patient. Say goodbye to your brother, and then ve vill go."

Sealand ran over to England, and embraced his legs. He then took his papa's hands, and the three walked out doors, and back to Berwald's home. With the greater portion of the company gone, England sat back down at the table and looked to his other younger brothers. America sat sipping his tea, that he never really liked unless it was drowning in milk and sugar, and then cast an eye over to Matthew, who looked anywhere but at England. Something needed to be said.

"So…eh…how did that feel? The power…the control….hmmm?" England cast an eye over at America who had taken a sip of his tea, and nearly choked on it. Gasping for breath, he turned to Arthur and stuttered out slightly.

"Eh…you…you said…you said it was in the past, and nothing to worry about. Why are you bringing it up…and almost causing me a heart attack?"

England put down his tea cup, and burst into laughter. He had to laugh because America was still afraid of his brother in such a way. Matthew just watched the altercation, and smiled slightly.

"You don't need me to cause you to have a heart attack Alfred…have another one of those burgers, and I think that'll take care of it quickly. I am merely having a go with you. You see, you two chaps were always such rascals when you were younger, that I only felt it necessary to act up being the same age as you two once." He grabbed a biscuit off a plate, and munched on it. Canada then responded.

"You…acted up on purpose? Maple leaf…that's a little extreme don't you think?"

Shrugging his shoulders and then laughing, he felt alive. Not that he was going to change himself back at any old time, but he liked to consider it.

"I didn't technically act up…I mean I was five…and you know five year olds can be quite the naughty little buggers. But alas…its over. Come, if you too are quite finished, I need to get this cleaned up, and then I am off to have a meeting with Japan…and ugh…Italy. If he isn't the most annoying nation I have ever met."

America stood up, and looked over at Canada. Eyes becoming less nervous, he walked to his brother, and grabbed his hand.

"Uh…come into town with me Matthew…I need to get some things." he winked, and then looked over to England. "Hey Britain…do you need anything from the market? Since its just you here alone, I figure we would come over for dinner or something…sound good?"

"Yes, yes…fine whatever. I need to get on with some work. You two are more than happy to sit in on the meeting. I do find it very helpful to have my brother's see things together."

"Er okay…we will stop by, do we have time to go into town first?" Said America.

"Yes, I have to get some things done in my study anyway. Be back in an hour and a half though…alright?"

Alfred nodded, and him and Matthew left in a hurry. The exited the mansion, and an explosion erupted from America's lips.

"Omg dude…he's totally pissed at us! Didn't you hear it in the tone of his voice…oh man…he is so not going to ever forgive us."

"What do you mean…honestly Alfred…he said he was fine, so forget about it! Come on, if we don't hurry, the meeting will start without us."

"No, you don't understand…I got in trouble a hell of a lot more than you Matthew. When he says everything is fine, it is sure as shit not fine. Oh man…oh man…ugh…"

"Look…you can keep whining, or we can walk and you can whine at the same time. Seriously, come on!"

The two walked and arrived in town.

At Sweden's home, the three arrived, and immediately after setting foot in, Carina greeted them, but had in her hand a letter. Hana ran down the hall yipping and pawing her master's feet. Sealand giggled and knelt down to pet it. Sweden raised an eyebrow at the note.

"Vhat is this Carina? Ugh…something to do vith…" His attention was disturbed by his son, and the dog becoming all riled up. "Peter, don't get dirty, you only just arrived, and I don't vant to have to scold you right away. Go find something to do…I vill be right back." He headed down the hall, all the meanwhile muttering in Swedish dialect holding the note with a grip.

Finland did not follow, but handed his coat to Carina. He smiled at her, and then back down at the boy.

"Carina…if you would, please prepare something to drink, like iced tea, and bring some cookies for Peter."

The maid agreed, and walked down to the kitchen. Finland sifted through some other letters, and then grabbed a newspaper, and spoke to Sealand.

"Come little one, come with me to the parlor. You can play with Hana there, and then I can keep an eye on you until Papa comes back okay?"

"Okay Papa Tino." He ran ahead of Finland, and arrived in the room, with the fluffy white dog trailing behind. Finland sat down in one of the seats and began reading, and Sealand sat down on the floor, with the dog slumping down beside him, tongue out, panting. Sealand had managed to get out a picture book and read quietly.

In his office, Sweden was not too happy. He had received a letter from Denmark, urging him to come back, and join. How many times was this going to happen? How many meetings did he have to sit through with Gabriel and tell him he was not interested. This was upsetting him very much. He took the letter and ripped it up, throwing it into the wastepaper basket. Once that was through, he contemplated what the day held. He had his son, for once, he was going to enjoy some time with him, and hopefully not run into any trouble. Getting up from his desk, he walked over to the door, and exited the room. Walking down the hall, he heard Sealand talking, and knew it was coming from down in the parlor. Smiling, he arrived, and saw that Finland had the boy in his lap, and the two were looking at a picture book together.

"Isn't that sweet…vhat are you two reading?"

Sealand looked up and smiled. He held the book up high, and it was Finnish book of nursery rhymes. Something that Peter had took out at every visit. The child did not get sick of the same stories.

"Again? Oh little one…you never cease to amaze me." He walked over to the other chair next to Finland, and sat down. The paper beside him, he grabbed it up. It was nice to spend some time together.

Carina came down the hall with the tea trolley, and wheeled it in. She had the iced tea, and cookies, and some coffee for Sweden. Pouring them each a drink, she handed them out. Sealand walked over to the cart, and grabbed some cookies, taking a bite out of one, and happily chewing. Berwald spoke quietly to Finland about the letter, and kept an eye on the child, who was sitting down on the ground, next to the curious and hungry dog.

"Here Hana, do you want some cookie?" The boy broke off a small piece and fed it to the dog. He turned his head, and looked over at the two older nations, but they were not paying any attention. Sweden took his hand, and ran a finger through Finland's hair, and the nation returned the favor with a polite smile, blushing.

The dog gobbled up the morsel and licked its lips for more. Seeing as he had not been caught, he gave the dog a bigger piece, while still eating some for himself. The dog barked slightly slobbering and getting excited for the delicious treat. Its whines and hysterics caused Sweden to cast a gaze at the boy, and the mutt.

"Uh, Peter…vhat are you doing? Stop that at once! Hana can not eat people food. She vill get sick! I have told you that before…and you know that!" He stood up, and saw that there were crumbs on the floor. The boy looked up, slightly afraid. He had already disobeyed, and became dirty. Crumbs were all over his outfit.

Finland quite alarmed looked over to the dog who was panting heavily. Hana was kept on a strict diet of dog food, and water. Anything else usually made the dog sick. He walked over to the boy, and reached down, pulling him up by the arm.

"Tuhma, Tuhma Petrus!" He gave the boy a few firm smacks on his backside, and turned him back around. This caused the boy to start crying, as his Tino had a hard hand. "Already…you cause mischief!"

Sweden grabbed the boy up in his arms, hushing him, and walking out of the room. Finland would have to see if the dog was okay. It most likely would be, but he would have to double check. Speaking to him in low tones, Sweden just mentioned to him that he was slightly upset, but no real harm was done.

They arrived in Peter's room. The boy was seated down on the bed, and Sweden cleared the hair out of the child's face. His few tears stained his face, and he looked up at the blond haired nation.

"I am sorry Papa…I didn't mean to hurt Hana, will she be okay?" He wiped his nose with his sleeve, and looked into the man's eyes.

"Yes…she vill be fine, but you can not give a dog people food. They vill get very sick. Now…vhat do you vant to do?"

"Can we go into town Papa? I want to go to the book store…and uh, maybe the candy store?" He cast a smiling gaze at Berwald, and the nation responded.

"Ja, ve can go…but you need to change your clothing. Hana has gotten scuff marks on your shirt. Come now, let's pick out something else." He opened the wardrobe and took out a wonderfully new sailor suit, with Capri pants. It was a light blue, with navy trim, and very cute.

Sealand sighed a sigh of relief, and was glad it was not a crushed velvet suit. That would be the worst thing in the world. As he was changed, he rubbed his eyes, and looked up. Sweden was smiling, and took his hand.

"Come, ve go now. Let's stop by the parlor, and get Papa Tino, and ve vill all go together."

"Okay!" He embraced his hand, and they walked down the hall.

In the town, America and Canada walked through several shops. They had decided to purchase different things for dinner, but what Canada wanted, America didn't like, and what America wanted, Canada was sure England would object. Hamburgers and French fries were just not a healthy man course. They visited the deli, and the meat shop. They tasted samples of cheese, and some desserts too, but nothing was popping out at them. They talked back and fourth and got into little arguments, and this would go on for minutes at a time.

"You can't have chocolate cake as a main course Alfred…big brother will object. What the hell is the matter with you?"

"Oh come on…we can have something else on the side, nothing wrong with a huge slice of cake."

The two went into disagreements, and America suddenly turned his head and saw Sweden, and Finland hand in hand, and little Sealand, holding Tino's other hand. Peter became excited seeing the two in the same area that he ran back to them, having Sweden and Finland catch up.

"Hey! Alfred…Matthew! What are you two doing here?" America smiled, and looked down.

"Ah…Peter…we are trying to figure out dinner tonight…is that why you are here?"

"Uh, uh…my Papa is going to buy me books and candy, and then we are going to get Hana a dog toy, and then maybe eat something, and then go home and play." The boy jabbered on, and then looked at both nations.

America watched with a smile, and looked over to the other two, who seemed to be taken away in a sentimental escape. Matthew punched Alfred's shoulder, and snapped him out of it.

"We have to *go* Alfred! Arthur wanted us back asap, and if we don't we are going to miss the meeting."

"Oh yeah! Darn…okay, well…" He gave the boy a pat on the head. "Hey little buddy, maybe when we see you again we can play….you know, just like a bunch of kids…wouldn't that be a hoot!" He ran off to the hurried Canada, and turned back waving to the three.

Sealand stood slightly puzzled and then his eyes became wide. Did America actually say play, like a bunch of kids? He suddenly though of the idea…and had no idea how it was going to work…but he would try to figure out a way.