NOW THAT I THINK ABOUT IT, THIS TOTALLY REMINDS ME OF ANOTHER ONE. Which is why the title is what it is. The title is also a slight pun. See if you can figure it out.

Title:It Runs In The Family

Pairings: SuFin, a bit of SealandLatvia if you squint, and some USUK as well~

Rating:K+

Genre(s):Uhh…Friendship, Humor, Angst

Dedications:MataHari-Chan, Rue-the-Marauder, Allthingsgeeky, tintenstern, XxKuro-koneko-nyaxX(dang, your username is hard to type), Little Patch of Heaven, SnowGirl999, and anyone who fav'd or alerted!

Inspiration:A request for a lost!Peter and a worried!Arthur. Yep.

Warnings:Uh…well, it's…just read the note. And, um…I made up a band. I don't think they exist. If they do, I'm sorry.

Summary: Peter doesn't like spending time with his brother, so he decides to go sleep over with his best friend instead! Where does he live, again…?

Disclaimer: I don't own Tip of the Iceberg by Owl City, I don't own Come Sail Away by Styx, and I don't own Hetalia. There.

Begin~

"Y' h'v t' g' st'y w'th y'r br'th'r f'r th' w'k'nd," said Berwald, a rather imposing blonde man, to his adopted son Peter, who pouted. He hated his brother. Well, strongly disliked. Very strongly, mind you.

"But Jerk-Arthur'll just feed me bad food and hole himself up in the basement like he always does!" What did he keep down there, anyway? Dead bodies?

Tino shook his head. "We'd have you stay with Uncle Den—" Peter really had no idea why people called him that, as his name wasn't anything like it, "—and the others, but they were all busy. Would you rather stay with Eduard?"

Peter blanched. Eduard was nice, but he usually forgot to feed him, or even stock up on food, and he couldn't touch any of his computers since he'd accidentally given one a virus, and so he was always bored out of his mind. At least Jerk-Arthur sometimes attempted to spend time with him…

"Go and pack, then. We've leaving in the morning."

As Peter packed his clothes and other worldly possessions, he devised a plan. Once his brother left him by himself, he'd run away to Raivis' house. A perfect plan, if he did say so himself. And he did.

The next day, after his mom ("I'm a man!" he always said, but who cared) and dad dropped him off at the jerk's house, Arthur set out some tea and scones for him, and wouldn't leave until he ate some. After he finally was gone, Peter wasted no time in escaping.

About an hour after leaving Peter to his own devices, Arthur returned to see if all the scones had been eaten yet. They had been served on a special clear plate that could keep small or flat objects inside, as part of a magic trick. He had put the boy's early birthday present inside—three tickets to some band the boy liked, one for Peter, and the other two for his parents.

However, Peter was not there, and neither was the backpack he'd brought with him. None of the scones had been eaten, either, which briefly upset Arthur, until he noticed a scrap of paper that hadn't been there before.

Jerk Arthur!

Staying with you is boring, so I went to Raivis's house! It can't be that far away!

-THE AMAZING PTEER

Arthur cursed at himself. That little moron…Raivis lived in a completely different city! And—oh look, a PS.

PS: Your cooking SUCKS! Those things you called scones were horrible, and you're the only one that can eat them! Why can't you understand that?*

Little bastard. Arthur was going to wring his scrawny little neck when he got his hands on him…

But how would he find him? It had been an hour already…Peter could be curled up in a gutter, starving and cold, maybe even dead…

Peter was none of these things. In fact, he was quite happy and warm and well fed and alive, as he was sitting in a nicely heated McDonald's with a stranger who had found him crying and offered to buy him some food. Peter had ignored all the rules the many adults in his life had beaten into him and took up the stranger's offer.

He had begun telling the man everything from his strong dislike for his brother to his desire to see Raivis to his love of the band The Sealanders, when his cellphone rang. He flipped it open without bothering to see who it was.

"Peter! Oh my god, are you alright?" shouted Arthur. He had called Raivis and explained the situation, and the timid boy had given hi Peter's cellphone number.

"J-Arthur? How do you have this number?" shouted his brother. Arthur sighed with relief. That meant he was okay.

"Your friend Raivis told me. Peter, how could you run off like that? I've been worried sick!" he shouted.

"Yeah right! I bet you realized I was gone two minutes ago!" Arthur was silent. Well, yes, it was true, but—"That's what I thought."

"Just come home! How do you expect to get to your friend's house, anyway? It's a half-hour drive by car, and much longer by foot." There. That was solid.

"I gave up on that already." What? "Nope! I'm gonna stay with Alfred until Mom and Dad come back!" Wait. Who was Alfred?

"Peter, who—"

"Hey, I'm Alfred! So, if I'm gonna take care of Peter here, can you tell me your address so I can drop him off when his parents come back?"

Bullshit. This strange American wasn't—wait. "Are you going to bring Peter back now?"

"Yes."

"It's 234 George St."

"Okay. Alright, thanks! Don't worry, I promise to take care of him!" said Alfred cheerily just before hanging up.

And now, Arthur knew he just had to wait.

Thankfully, he didn't have to wait long. After juts a few minutes, a red Mustang pulled into his driveway. He ran out to greet it.

The driver was a man taller than Arthur with bright blue eyes framed by square glasses. He had golden-brown hair with a stray cowlick that stuck up in the front. He opened the back door for someone who stubbornly resisted getting out. The man pleaded and even tried bribing for a minute until Arthur came over.

"Peter, get out of the car."

"You can't make me!" yelled the boy. Arthur was starting to get irritated.

"Get out of the car now or I'll sell your birthday present for alcohol money." He narrowed his green eyes at his little brother, while the man raised an eyebrow.

"Doesn't that seem a bit harsh?" he asked. Arthur blushed.

"That's what my older brothers would do to me if I didn't listen to them!"

The man just laughed. "That doesn't mean you have to do it too!"

Arthur huffed. "What do you know about childcare?" he asked defensively.

"I'm a pediatrician, actually."

Arthur flushed. "L-Look, the issue here is that Peter needs to get out of your car, Mr…."

"Alfred F. Jones!" He beamed. "Doctor Alfred F. Jones to you, civilian."**

Arthur facepalmed. Really? This…conceited…American actually called him that? O-kay…"Peter, if you come inside now, I won't do anything to your gift."

Alfred glanced back at the boy in the car. He seemed to be in deep thought. "…Fine! Okay!" He climbed out of the car and stood before his brother, hands on his hips. "What's my present?" he demanded.

Arthur smiled softly, something that shocked Peter. He dug something out of his pocket and handed it to his little brother. "Here."

The boy's eyes popped out of his head. "Tickets to see The Sealanders? How'd you get these?"

"W-Well, uh, I just, have, er, connections, I suppose.." muttered Arthur.

"Thanks, Jerk Arthur!" Peter threw his arms around his brother's stomach. Arthur awkwardly hugged him back.

"Y-…You're welcome." He turned to Alfred. "Thank you for not molesting him or anything."

"Well, how would I live with myself if I did that? I save people, I don't molest them."

"Heh. I suppose that makes sense."

"Arthur! I want to call Raivis and my mom and dad and you have to help me give proof! C'mon!" Peter let go of his brother just to grab his wrist to pull him into the house.

"Uh…hope to see you again!" Arthur called.

"Yeah, definitely!" replied Alfred happily.

He'd have to make sure of it.

*Notice how the PS is longer than the letter itself? Silly Peter.

**I felt this would be a good line. It's very Alfred-y, at least to me.

AN: LOL, THIS FAILED. Seriously. Horrible freaking fail. GRRRR.

I'm sorry, DancesWithCranes, for this horrible thing that shouldn't have been typed up. Truly sorry. *bows several times* Sorry sorry sorry.

Next is either a request from tintenstern or MataHari-Chan, I haven't decided yet. But thank you for reading!