Characters:
Peter 'Sealand' Kirkland
Paula 'Wy' Delprat
Tino 'Finland'
Väinämöinen
Berwald 'Sweden' Oxenstierna
Arthur 'England' Kirkland
Gilbert 'Prussia' Bielschmidt
Jett 'Australia' Kirkland
Ivan 'Russia' Braginsky

Pairings; Hanatamago family (SuFin), Phony Nations, SeaWy, British Family, past hate!RuFin

Summary; Peter is sneaking into the World Meeting, as usual

Note; italics refer to something being sung


Outside the World Meeting, Australia

Peter ducks behind the plant, dragging Paula with him. Paula whines, pulling her sleeve out of his grip. It's bad enough he's dragged her along on this bullshit, but he insisted she wear all black and let him lead.

"What are we doing here?" she asks, stroking her sleeve back into shape.

Peter shushes her loudly.

Paula sighs, and hisses; "Why. The fuck. Are. We here."

"Isn't it obvious?" Peter hisses back.

"Squatting next to a spider plant?"

"Well… yes…"

"Okay. Why the fuck are we squatting next to a spider plant?"

"We're sneaking into the World Meeting."

"Oh. Of course."

Peter peers over the plant pot, scanning the reception. "All clear."

He stands, seizing Paula by the arm and dragging her past the reception desk and through the side door. Paula whines. She'd only just got her sleeve back in shape, dammit!

The pair burst through the door, into another hallway. From there, Peter half-leads, half-drags Paula down the hallway and around the corner, coming to a halt in front of a pair of double doors.

"We're here!" Peter whispers.

"Where?" Paula asks, and Peter shushes her.

"The meeting room. Now, we just need to hide somewhere…"

Peter looks around. The hallway is plain, only an assortment of paintings decorating the walls. No potted plants, no furniture, no random sculptures. Nowhere to hide.

Heavy footsteps come up the hallway towards them, accompanied by a joyus Finnish voice chattering about sweets and puppies and his son, accompanied by an occasional grunt from the the Finn's partner.

Peter opens the door quickly, diving through and ducking under the table, Paula a split second behind him.

The nations stare at Tino and Berwald as they arrive. Their arrival has been strangely noisy today.

"Morning, Tino, Berwald," Arthur greets in his usual too-polite manner. Peter mimics him under his breath, and Paula has to hold in her laughter.

"Good morning," Tino says. His beaming smile radiates through the table.

"How's Peter?" Arthur asks.

"Like you actually fucking care, wanker," Peter mutters.

"Oh, he's been on his best behaviour recently," Tino chatters as he and Berwald take their seats, "He's back home. I left Gilbert babysitting."

"Gilbert?"

"Yes. I know he's a little excitable, but he's surprisingly good with kids. Especially now he can't come to the meetings anymore." Tino is secretly the most passive aggressive little shit in all of Hetalia.

"You mean… that Gilbert over there?"

Paula peers through the legs of the chair. Gilbert sits at the Phony Nations Table, idly fashioning a sword out of Lego.

"If Gilbert's over there…" Tino says, "And we're over here… then who the hell is watching Peter?!"

Berwald grunts, and shuffles. His phone pings as he unlocks it, then pings some more as he flicks through the apps.

Several seconds of silence. And then;

"Long ago in days of yore, it all began with a god named Thor," Peter's phone buzzes in his pocket.

Berwald ducks under the table, eyes wide in a disappointed fatherly glare. Peter and Paula scream, and Paula crawls away towards the door. Berwald scoops Peter up, and Arthur catches Paula as she breaks out from under the table.

The pair stand side by side next to the Phony Nations Table, Gilbert dragged by Berwald to stand next to Peter. Tino stands opposite them, arms folded.

"I am so disappointed in you all!" he scolds, "Gilbert!"

Gilbert flinches.

"You were supposed to be babysitting!"

Gilbert mumbles a mediocre apology.

"Paula! I thought better of you."

"Peter brought me," Paula pouts, "I was just here for something to do."

"Still further than I ever got on a stealth mission," Jett comments. Arthur smacks him around the head.

"And Peter," Tino spits, and Peter flinches, "What do you think you're doing here?"

Peter shrugs.

"And dragging Paula along with you!"

"She didn't have to come with me!" Peter whines.

"Don't argue with me, young man!"

"You asked!"

"You're grounded!"

Peter whines.

"Get out! All three of you!"

Gilbert practically runs out of the door, Paula after him. Peter slinks out, dragging his feet and pouting.

Outside, Gilbert leans against the wall, evening out his breathing. "Shit, Sea. Your Mama Finn scares the living fuck out of me."

"He's not that scary."

"You haven't seen him in battle. He scared Russia. He kicked Russia's ass. On more than one occasion. He's scary."

"Where do we go now?" Paula asks.

"I don't know, you're the one who lives here," Peter says.

"Let's just stay in the building," Gilbert says, "Sea's already grounded, and I don't want Mama Finn hunting me down."

"Wimp," Peter mutters, heading back towards the reception.

Gilbert, despite Peter's whining to go somewhere else, drags the pair to the building cafeteria. Peter begrudgingly looks over the menu, dropping it as the waitperson arrives.

"Vanilla float, please," he orders, "Shaken, not stirred."


Based on a prompt from Zho500; "Could you do a chapter involving Sealand sneaking into a meeting and getting scolded as usual".
*Jazz hands*
I was trying to go for a Bond theme but it didn't work out very well. Probably because I'm not a huge fan of the Bond films...

Song referenced is "Ikea" by Jonathan Coulton

I own nothing
Tbh I'm kinda scared of Mama Finn
-Laurel Silver