Bulgaria/ Milen

Romania/ Vladimir

Seborga/Fabrezio

Monaco/Madeline

OC/Gerita son: Amadeus

OC/Gerita son: Marcello

Disclaimer: I do not own the Characters of Hetalia nor do I own the Songs from Little Mermaid 2: Return to the Sea.

~12 Years Later~

"Then they walked through the kelp forest and as the brave merman cut through them to make a path for his group, he noticed that one just wouldn't go down. So he hit it harder and harder but it wouldn't budge. As it turned out it wasn't kelp. It was a giant Eel and it chased him and his friends!"

Sky blue scales glimmered every time the merman's tail twitched in excitement as it always did every time he told the story to his children. He watched as the group before him waited for him to continue with wide eyes, some had their arms wrapped around their tails while others nibbled on their snacks. He felt a small hand tug on his necklace, making him look down at the honey colored eyes staring at him in wonder, "Then what happened, Uncle David?"

"Well, sometime during the pursuit, the young prince dropped his music box and went after it. His best friend saw that he had diverged from the path so he went after him and protected him from these nasty eels." David made sure the child on his lap was leaning against his chest so that he wouldn't fall off before reaching behind him and pulling out a piece of string. He began a cat's cradle and continued his tale, "Being ever so slender and quick on his fin, the brave merman swam through the group of eels," he mimicked the movements with the string and his fingers, "until they were all knotted up with each other that they couldn't move." The merman showed them the finished cat's cradle.

"Wow," murmured the kindergarten group of merchildren. The little one on the merprince's lap beamed with pride at the merman in the story.

"Now, now, kids. Let's not forget about our dear crustacean prone caretaker. Rodrich was fighting for his life against Sadiq. He bested him of course but when everyone was cheering for their triumph, Sadiq torpedoed himself towards Roddy but Prince Arthur took the hit." He waited for the kids to finish their gasps of horror. "Because we have fragile bodies, my little brother passed out on impact."

A little girl in front of the group hugged her kitten shaped sponge to her chest, "Did he…die?"

"No, little one." David placed aside his string and patted the child on his lap's head, "However, it did make King Robert see the error in his ways. The shock of almost losing the youngest of us brothers was too much but things went back to normal here in Atlantica." He pursed his lips in thought before grinning, "Well, almost. King Robert let himself be happy again and he started to have fun with the rest of us, after taking care of his royal duties of course. And music was once again ringed clear from one end of the kingdom to the next. Rodrich was named the royal court composer and Lovino became the new chief of staff, of course that only happened after his husband, Antonio, came back."

David looked up to see that the parents were arriving to pick up their children, "But that's a story for another time. Have a good weekend, little ones. And don't forget that you guys have a spelling test on Monday!" He chuckled at the groans of disapproval from his class and got up from his rock. "Come on, Marcello. I'll take you to your dad's class. He should be finishing up by now, too."

"It's ok, Uncle David. We can take him home." Two mermen stood outside the classroom with their book bags over their shoulders. "You know, I like how you tell that story better than my Papa.

The merprince chuckled, "Oh?"

Amadeus ran a hand through his blonde hair, avoiding the curl, with a grin, "Yeah, when you tell it you don't include the fact that papa was screaming his head off when he took on the eels." Ludwig's little doppelganger took Marcello's hand in his, "We'll see you later. Come on, Bruder."

"Coming, fratello! Vati is looking for you by the way." Fabrezio waved good bye to his uncle and followed after his twin. The Beilschmidt-Vargas brothers swam back home while David grabbed a small wrapped box before going in search of the blonde merman he used to detest. Over the years they had somehow let go of their differences and grown to be good friends. Of course this only happened because Feliciano had begged them to get over their childish jealousy of one another. Putting that aside, it turned out that they did have some things in common. David hadn't completely gotten over his feelings for his friend but he had accepted that his piece of the puzzle didn't quite belong where he wanted it to go. However, he had found that it fit perfectly in another place.

When he first held the twins, Amadeus and Fabrezio, he found that he couldn't hate the German for giving Feli happiness. The glow he had when they hatched had amazed not only David and his brothers but Lovino as well, who hated his brother in law a whole lot more than David ever could. But like David, Lovi, too, let go of that hate and now things were as they should be. Well, almost. The merprince stopped outside of Ludwig's office and knocked before entering, "Hear you were looking for me."

"Hmm?" Ludwig turned around in his seat and pulled off his glasses, "Oh, ja. I was. I'm going up to the surface to meet with my bruder and was wondering if there was anything you wanted me to give him to give to Arthur. Your other bruders have already given me some correspondence and I was just waiting for you before I head up there."

"I-uh-I have this but it isn't for Arthur."

"For Peter?"

"Yeah. I know, Artie told him that he has distant uncles or whatever so I figured that maybe I could give him this. It is his birthday today after all." He held out the small box to Ludwig.

"What is it?" The larger merman took the box and placed it gently in his satchel.

"It's one of the royal rings. All of us Triton sons have one. Arthur still has his and he mentioned that he'd like one made for Peter as well." David shrugged, "Figured it should be fine if he said it was fine."

"I see."

"Yup…well, don't get caught, ok? I heard from Rodrich that Peter takes after his father in more ways than one."

"So I've been told. Don't worry. Gilbert and I meet away from the palace waters."

"Where?"

Ludwig let himself smile fondly at remembering the plot of beach where he found his Feli years ago, blushing at the fact that he'd been nude, "It's a place that holds a special meaning to me."

Not much had changed at the palace, save for the hundred foot wall around it. Aside from that minor detail everything else had remained the same. The walls were still painted blue, only now they also sported tiny hand prints growing larger in size as the young prince grew older. The rooms were still regal, with the exception of a few toys here and there, although as to whom they actually belonged to was questionable. Ok, perhaps the palace had changed somewhat but it was a change that had been welcomed with open arms. And today that change was going to be celebrated for the twelfth year in the row.

"Peter?"

As servants bustled about to carry out their orders from Elizabeta, the Hungarian was also helping out where she could, Arthur searched the palace for his son. He thought that perhaps he'd be with his father but Alfred had assured him that he hadn't seen him since breakfast. Matthew hadn't either for that matter. Sighing, the green eyed sea prince continued his search until he reached the ball room where he saw more servants setting up tables and decorations. "Lizzy, dear," he called, "a moment?"

"Yes, of course, sweetie. What's up?" The Hungarian woman tucked a lock of hair behind her ear; her green eyes darting around the room to make sure her subordinates were working diligently.

"You haven't seen Peter around have you?"

"No, I'm sorry, I haven't. Not since this morning at least." She offered an apologetic smile and returned to her duties. Only a couple of hours left before the guests arrived and she still needed to get ready.

Arthur mentally checked off all the places his son could go, "Ah! The kitchen, haven't checked there yet." The prince walked towards Gilbert's kitchen and knocked before entering. He found the albino chef carefully apply blue candles on top of the last tier of his cake. "Gil, is Peter in here?"

"Hm?" Gilbert looked over his shoulder before shaking his head, "I'm sorry, no but his cake is. Kesesese~ isn't it awesome? An awesome cake for an awesome ki-woah!" His red eyes widened when he nearly toppled onto the cake. "Whoops," he said with a nervous laugh, "That was a close one, ja?"

Arthur shook his head fondly at his friend, his clumsiness briefly reminding him of Feli. Sighing again, he closed the door and decided that perhaps he should go check his son's room again.

"Is mon petite gone?"

"Ja."

"Wonderful," cried Francis jovially as he flew down from the beam above them. "I've come to tell you that your brother is waiting for you at the usual spot. You better hurry, mon ami. The guests are starting to arrive."

"Already?" Gilbert checked his pocket watch with a frown, "How rude to show up so early the party doesn't start till…. No, matter. I won't be long. Hold down the fort ok, Gilbird?" His yellow bird chirped in response from his ledge after his master and Francis took off to meet Ludwig.

'Oh, wait. Didn't Arthur say Peter was missing,' thought Francis. "Perhaps I should go tell the little one that his papa is looking for him." The seagull prone merman deviated from his flight path and went in search of the little blonde and his blue care taker.

Rodrich grumbled to himself in annoyance. Twelve years. It had been twelve long and tiring years since he'd been tasked with looking after Peter. And though he can't say he didn't mind, he did like the boy and Arthur was like a little brother to him after all. Not to mention that he got to spend a lot of time with Elizabeta and he did enjoy messing with Gilbert in the kitchen. Still… "'Roddy, you look after him', he said. 'Do me this favor,' he said." The blue crab hopped from one rock to another, "I'm too old for this! I should be retired by now, relaxing with my love, maybe playing a little sea golf; not babysitting another teenager."

His young charge had managed to escape from him in the one hour he'd taken to go report to Robert. Rodrich had actually requested that he no longer watch over the boy. Natalya hadn't made a move since that fateful day and perhaps the ocean was safe for them to return but the Sea King insisted that he continue to watch over Peter until she and her minions were caught. He stepped aside when Francis landed next to him, still muttering to himself. Offering only a wave as acknowledgment to the other's presence, Rodrich jumped into the water tiredly. "I mean I would like to have my own kids as well. Babysitting Arthur, Feli, and Peter has certainly given me enough experience." Speaking of which, was that his charge in the distance? Rodrich narrowed his eyes behind his glasses to see if the figure was Peter.

Climbing onto a small rock to get a closer look, the blue crab confirmed that it was indeed Peter. The boy was wearing his usual blue shorts but was only wearing a white tank top and a blue hat. Beside him was a dolphin that Connor had sent to keep an eye on his nephew when he found out that he would sneak into the sea. They were collecting sea shells again. No matter, he found his charge and that was the important part.

"Peter!" Rodrich called out the small blonde prince and waved his claws over his head to get the boy's attention but Peter swam up to get some air. The merman swam after him.

"Hey, there Rodrich," chirped Peter cheerfully. "Hey, Francis, what's kickin'?" He carefully rearranged the shells in his satchel so that more could fit.

Francis smoothed his feathers down before warmly addressing his little friend, "What is kickin'? Honhonhon, I'll tell you what's kickin'. There is a-" he closed his beak with a frown. What was he going to say again? It had been something important because he rushed here as soon as he could. But why? "Now, hold on, mon petite. Don't rush me." The French merman brought a wing to his little bird chin in thought.

Rodrich rolled his eyes and pointed at his charge with a claw, "You know perfectly well what's kickin'. Now, come along. You're going to be late for the par-" His rant was short lived when he got a mouthful of water after Peter jumped back into the sea.

"Whoops," said the boy with a giggle, "Sorry, Rodrich.

Sputtering and coughing out the last of the salt water, Rodrich looked at his charge exasperatedly. "Peter Dorian Jones, how many times do I have to tell you-"

Peter giggled again and leaned on the rock, looking at his caretaker through amused blue eyes. How many times had he recited the same thing over and over again? Well, enough for the boy to recite it back verbatim. Taking up the same pose Rodrich was in he recited along with him, "It is expressly forbidden for you to be swimming beyond the safety of the sea wall." Rodrich noticed what Peter was doing and stopped talking but his charge continued on. "Any such swimming is a reckless disregard of the rules, don't you know?"

The little one even had the nerve to make fun of his accent. Rodrich was not amused and voiced his opinion as such but Peter gave him a sweet pat on his head and threw himself back into the water with a happy grin. "I'm sorry, Roddy, but I can't help it. I just love the sea!"

"Hey, come back here," cried Rodrich as he followed after Peter. "You're just like…" he stopped half way and looked his charge worriedly, "like your father." Lucky for him he wouldn't have to explain in what way he shared similarities with Arthur; the boy had swum off to join his dolphin friend again.

Peter's fringe floated upward when he peered into a small crevice for larger seashells. Little bubbles escaped his nostrils as he released his air little by little. It always intrigued him, his strange ability to stay underwater for unusually long periods of time. How was that even possible? Ah, well, he reached out for a pretty purple sea conch with white and pink stripes, placing it into his satchel. A small group of fish swam by him, one pausing to give him a cheerful greeting. And that was another thing, how on earth was he capable of speaking and understanding what these animals were saying? 'Am I really that much of a freak,' he thought sadly to himself.

Not wanting to depress himself further, Peter decided to continue his search for seashells. He wasn't sure when he'd get another chance to stay out this late in the sea. The dolphin came back with another sea conch and deposited in the satchel before going back out in search for more.

The young prince released a few more air bubbles as he continued to swim when he swam past a small crevice. Light reflecting from something within it caught his eye, making him swim back. 'What is that?' He squinted his blue eyes to get a better look. Sure enough, the light rays made whatever was down there glisten once again. With a grin, Peter dove deeper to retrieve it. Usually when he dove into small grottos like these it would worry Rodrich but he was son of a hero which made him a hero too. And heroes weren't afraid of grottos.

Pulling the shell from the sand, Peter noticed two things. The first, it was made out of gold. The second, it wasn't truly a shell but a locket of some sort given that it was attached to a gold chain.

Somewhere a north of the palace, purple light bounced off the icy walls of a cavern. Inside disgruntled mutters were heard as two figures tried to undo what was done while a merman with short blonde hair and a little red hat chuckled in amusement at his comrade's misfortune. These moments when Natalya would inflict pain onto Damien in effort to revert him to his normal size were what reminded Vladimir and his friend, Milen, that sticking around with the two most wanted merfolk in the sea was worth it. Vladimir's small white fang became more noticeable as his smirk grew wider with Damien's groan of pain.

The small dark haired merman backed away from the sea witch, "I don't want to do this anymore, Nat." Damien looked at her with large grey eyes in hopes to himself look cuter and appeal to her maternal-

"Come here you little shit," hissed Natalya as she looked through Ivan's spell books then at the vial in her hand, "I think I've figured it out this time."

"Maternal instinct my ass," muttered the chibified merman bitterly as he hesitantly came closer to his mistress and her cauldron. "And that's what you said last time! My little body was sore for a week."

"Shut up and hold still." Natalya calculated the angle her magic would need to be aimed in for it to hit Damien. "Pray that this works, you're useless to me otherwise.

Curling into himself Damien screwed his eyes tightly, "Oh…this is gonna hurt."

Vladimir watched gleefully as his mistress chanted over the cauldron and tossed in the vile in her hand. Twirling over the cauldron she aimed a heated purple beam at her target. His scarlet eyes widened when he saw that it was actually working and Damien was getting bigger and bigger.

"Yes," cried Natalya in victory as she too watched Damien grow in size. "I did it! I did it! I did-" Her victory was short lived when the merman suddenly shrunk down to a shrimp. The blonde mermaid ignored the sniggers behind her and reached out for more vials, each on tossed into the cauldron resulted in more disastrous results on Damien's behalf. Vladimir couldn't help himself any longer and he rolled over in tears of laughter at the last outcome.

Milen returned from his watch and stared at Damien's new look, a small grin overtook him at the sight. His body had been squished out into that of a strange fish and his arms had been replaced with lobster claws…and he only had one eye. Milen leaned on Vladimir and brought his arms over his stomach in laughter.

Too disappointed to inflict pain on her other two minions, Natalya let herself drop onto her bed in misery. "It's no use, the power of the damn Trident is just too strong for me to overcome," she grumbled into her arms. "And I just used up the last of the barnacle salve."

The two mermen stopped laughing and glared at their mistress. It had taken them all month to cultivate the ingredients necessary to make it. Damien crossed his stubby arms around his chest, "Hmph, I bet Natasha could've done it."

The blond mermaid frigidly rose her face from her arms, her tail twitching with annoyance. A dark blue eye narrowed in his direction, "What…was that you said?"

"Nothing, I'm just sayin' that-" Damien ducked when his angered mistress threw a jar of plankton at his head. "Jeez, Nat. What the hell?!"

"Stop comparing me to her! That's all Ivan ever did was compare me to that cow…" Natalya reached out for her starfish jar and pulled one out, "It was always, 'Natasha this' or 'Natasha that' or 'Natalya why can't you be more like our Big Sister, Natasha?!" She threw the poor starfish at a picture of her sister, hitting her right in the forehead. Natasha's pleasant smile seemingly mocked Natalya's failure and made the later growl in frustration.

Damien rolled his eyes and dared to come closer to Natalya, "It's not her fault that I'm like this, Nat. She wasn't the one that got me chibified, it's yours!"

Natalya gasped, "Is not!"

"Is too! And you know what else is your fault? The fact that we've had to hide out here for twelve frost bitten years-"

"No, it isn't!"

Vladimir leaned over to his black haired friend and whispered, "Their fault we can never show our faces in polite society again." Milen chuckled before stepping in to keep his mistress from causing too much bodily harm to the man child merman.

"Um, Miss Natasha, ma'am?" Milen hesitantly reached out to touch the mermaid's shoulder. "I have something that might interest you."

"What?" Natalya turned around but didn't release Damien from the choke hold she had him in, her other hand was pulling at his chubby cheek.

Milen pulled out a bubble from his bag and placed it in the cauldron. A larger one rose from it with an image of Peter sitting on top of a rock with Rodrich on his shoulder. They were both looking at the dirty golden shell in the boy's hands. "I came straight home after I saw him pull it out, ma'am," said Milen shyly. "Figured you would want to know that he found it."

His friend swam over to peer over Milen's shoulder, "Found what?"

"The locket," exclaimed Natalya and Damien at the same time. They shared a giggle and in a rare moment of affection, the mermaid pulled the chibi to her chest. Twirling in a dance, Natalya's eye brightened, "This is perfect, boys! When Arthur's innocent little son uncovers the secret of that locket, he's going to have a lot of questions. And who's going to be there will all the answers?"

Damien chuckled and nuzzled against his mermaid's neck, "We will."

"Exactly! He's going to be the perfect tool for Arthur's undoing. And Arthur's undoing will lead to Robert scrambling to do anything to make him happy again which will lead to his undoing."

"Then I'll be big again!"

Natalya let go of Damien and swam towards the picture of Natasha and Ivan. "Finally, I'll do something my sister never could."

"Really, really, big!" Vladimir and Milen exchanged glances at Damien's excitement.

"Give Ivan total domination of the sea!" The mermaid lightly touched Ivan's eye, hidden behind her eye patch. She felt stubby arms wrap themselves around her waist and for once she welcomed it. This was just the sign she was waiting for to make her move. Pulling Damien around to face her she danced around her cavern gleefully all while the cogs in her brain reeled, plotting for the perfect moment to send out her bait. Peter would be hers by tonight. She'd make sure of it.

Back at the waters by the palace, Peter played with the unique shell he found in the small grotto. The sun was starting to set, making his slight tan glow and his blonde hair reflect gold. His clothes were almost dry and the wind sent a shiver down his spine.

"Peter, please." Rodrich ran a claw down his face. If your father ever found that you'd been swimming out here…"

"I know, I know, papa would flip." Peter tucked the shell into his satchel before jumping back into the water. The splash fell onto both the blue crab and sleeping Francis. When the boy resurfaced he leaned back so that he could float on his back, "Hey, Rodrich? What does papa have against the ocean anyway? Daddy gets to go out every now and again and so do Uncle Mattie and Uncle Gilbert." He stopped his back butterfly and leaned on the rock again to overlook the sea. "I mean how can there be anything wrong with something so…wonderful?"

Rodrich had a momentarily lapse of Déjà vu. 'How can a world that makes such wonderful things…be so bad?' Arthur's teenaged voice rang through his mind. The apple hadn't fallen too far from the tree with this one and this is what the merman had been wary of. Peter's giggle broke through Rodrich's thoughts. He turned to face his charge when Peter motioned him to come closer for a secret.

"You know what?" Rodrich offered him an encouraging smile when he saw Peter flush with glee as if he was going to share a guilty pleasure. "Sometimes I even pretend," the young boy cupped his hand on the side of his mouth and whispered, "that I have, FINS!" The merman's smile dropped and his heart clenched at the thought. Oh Poseidon help him.

Peter sighed sadly and leaned on a rock again, facing his home and the wall, "I wish I could tell my papa and daddy how I feel. But I don't think they'll ever understand."

"What won't they understand?" Rodrich gasped at the familiar voice and dove into the water and into Peter's satchel. Peter turned around slowly to face his Uncle Gilbert who was inside a row boat and looking at him with a raised eye brow. Francis flew to sit on his friend's shoulder.

"I-uh…hi, Uncle Gil. What are you doing out here?"

"I should be asking you the same thing. What are you doing out here? And more importantly," the albino reached over to pull in his little prince into the boat, "who were you talking to?"

"Umm…" Peter looked over to Francis, "no one really. Just him and…and a crab." He looked away from his uncle's piercing red eyes in embarrassment.

"Hey, now. Don't be embarrassed by that. I talk to Gilbird and this one all the time. And your dad talks to his cat and your uncle Mattie talks to his bear. Ain't no shame in it." Gilbert started to row them back to the palace. "Sometimes they make very good listeners you know. Say, did you say you were talking to a crab?"

"Yes…"

"Ha! Think you can come into the kitchen and help me find this little blue crab? The little shi-er…I mean the little nasty keeps coming in there and I swear I think he does it so that Elizabeta smacks me with that pan of hers."

Peter bit his lip to keep in a laugh. He knew that Rodrich enjoyed tormenting his uncle Gilbert but chose not to say anything on the matter. "Sure."

"And another thing, let's keep this between us ok? Else your aunt Liz is going to have a party with me and her pan."

"Party. Oh, party!" Peter suddenly reached out for Gilbert's shirt and urged him to paddle faster, "My papa's going to kill me if I don't get back in time!"

"Don't worry, kid. Uncle Awesome is going to sneak you in this one time but promise me that you won't come back out here, ok? I don't like keeping secrets from your parents." Gilbert pulled the row boat onto the shore and opened the side door, letting both Peter and himself in before locking it back up. The albino helped his young prince over the ledge of an open window, "See you in a few, kiddo."

"Ok. Thank you so much, Uncle Gil!"

"Any time, squirt." Gilbert made sure that Peter was safely over the ledge before turning around to go back via the servant entrance. "Oh, A-Arthur? What are you doing out here?"

"I'm still looking for my son. He isn't out here is he?" Arthur was dressed in his dark blue formal clothes with white pants tucked into polished black boots. His green eyes darted to Gilbert's bag, "How was your visit with Ludwig? Did he bring anything for me?"

"Awesome and yeah he did. You have some letters from your brothers and David sent you this for Peter." The albino handed over the goods. "I'm going to go take a quick shower and get that cake ready."

"Ok, thank you. And if you see Peter, please tell him that I'm looking for him."

"Don't worry, Artie. I'm sure he's already getting ready as we speak."

Peter came out from his hiding spot after Elizabeta walked past him with her arm looped through her uncle Magyar. The little blonde scurried past his guests as stealthily as he could. Unfortunately, in his desire not to be caught, he didn't pay attention to where he was going and he bumped into a person. A young person. Oh, dear… Peter shyly turned around and faced the trio that would tease him constantly at school.

"Oh, Your…Your Highness," exclaimed Madeline as she turned around. She looked at the trembling prince analytically through her glasses. The young girl tossed her blond braid over her shoulder and crossed her arms.

"I'm sorry," stammered Peter bashfully, realizing all too well that he was highly indecent at the moment. Still, he put his best smile and hid his bag of seashells behind his back, "I-I uh, I better go." Chuckling he added as an afterthought, "Can't go to the party with out shoes!"

"Right." Madeline's gloved fingers felt in her hair to make sure her pins were still in placed before turning her attention to her two friends. "If you ask me, he's acting a little stranger than usual."

"Indeed," echoed Borris. He fixed his cuffs and sniffed, "I heard that he actually talks to fish."

"Well, who else is he going to talk to," added Jasper. The stout boy chuckled to himself, "I mean the only reason half of these guests showed up is because of his blue blood. And even that is questionable. I mean who has two dads? You've got to wonder what happened to his mother."

"Maybe his dad with the freaky eye brows is his mother," said Madeline. "It'll certainly explain where he got his." The trio shared a laugh, unaware that their prince had heard everything from around the corner. He let his shoulders droop sadly and continued his trudge up the stairs to his room.

"It's not polite at all to speak in such a matter." The group hushed and turned around to see Matthew, dressed regally in red. His crown sat on his head and his bear stood by his feet. He knew better than to glare but he knew that his violet eyes were staring coldly down at the three gossiping teenagers. "Not at all becoming of a lady and gentlemen."

"Y-yes, Your Majesty," whispered the young lady with a bow. "Forgive us."

"See, that it doesn't happen again. There are others less forgiving of such gossip." Matthew turned to walk away but paused half step to look over his shoulder, "By, the way. My brother in law is in fact a man and my brother finds his eyebrows adorable."

I'm sorry for such a long wait. I had finals this week but now that I'm over and done with the semester I'm free to write. First things first: Thank you so much to every one who has added this story to their favorites list and are following. It really makes me feel good to see that you guys are enjoying the story. The next chapter will be up by this weekend, I'm already working on it. Ah! Also, sometimes I will probably post chapters up for Love Has No Recipe before this but I'll try not to. That one is one of those stories that if I have a moment of inspiration, I'll have to jot it down else I'll forget T_T But like I said, I have a long winter break so both will be getting my love. And speaking of love...I would LOVE it if you guys checked that other story out. It gets hits but no reviews T_T. I'm really excited about it but I'd like some feedback but don't worry if you guys can't get to it or aren't interested. lol, just figured I'd give it a shot.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter.

ps- Any guesses where David's story came from?

Until Next Time~

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