Wy/Sarah: 7

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

Elizabeta would never admit that she was pouting, nor would she admit that she was acting like one of those spoiled aristocratic girls that she moved away from home to avoid. But honestly! Her uncle Magyar was being highly unreasonable.

"Are you even listening to me, young lady?" Magyar crossed his arms and tapped his foot impatiently, "When were you going to tell me you were dating?"

"I wasn't completely sure how to tell you or if I even could."

"Does that crab have you threatened? Cause if he does, I swear to God, Lizzy. I'll deep fry him myself."

"No, uncle." A part of her was surprised by how well the older Hungarian was taking the news. Or perhaps he was simply humoring her. Like that time in her life when she thought she was a boy. Imagine her horror when nature proved her wrong on that one. She waited for Matthew to retrieve his husband before pulling Rodrich out from his hiding place in one of her dress pockets. "Dear, is it ok for him to see you?"

The blue crab looked at his beloved then at her uncle before nodding slowly. Poseidon help him. This was it. He was finally meeting the father-er- uncle but still. This moment was crucial…and something told him that he already botched his chance by screaming his head off during the party in his escape from Gilbert. Taking a deep breath he jumped onto a stool, his body enlarging, antenna and claws disappearing, leaving behind a fish tail. "Hello, sir," he said reaching out a hand, "It's an honor to finally meet you. Elizabeta has told me a lot-"

Magyar hadn't heard anything past the Hello, sir. Rolling his green eyes back, the elder Hungarian lost consciousness and fell into Elizabeta's waiting arms. She smiled wryly to Rodrich, "Well, that went a lot better than it could've gone."

"I can certainly see the family resemblance." He turned his head towards the door when he heard the familiar pitter patter that only small feet could make. Roderich managed to turn into a crab just as the kitchen door swung open, revealing a very emotional young prince.

"Auntie," called Peter, wiping angrily at his tear stained eyes, "is Uncle Gilbert around?"

Elizabeta frowned sadly at the state of her little prince and shook her head, "Sorry, sweetie, he's not. You're Uncle Matthew is with him at the moment."

"Oh, ok." Peter walked past them and out the back door that would take him to their backyard.

Rodrich had an uneasy feeling about what was about to occur and turned to his beloved, "I'm going to go make sure he's ok."

"I understand." The Hungarian lifted her uncle with both hands, "I'm going to go take him to his room. He's probably going to have a lot of questions when he wakes up."

The crab nodded, "Ok, Dear." Jumping off the stool, Roderich scurried after his charge. He found him struggling with the row boat. "Peter? Peter, what are you doing?"

"I've had just about enough!"

Roderich climbed onto a rock, "Now, child, it's going to be ok. Why when I was a young boy people used to tease me all the time." The merman thought back to the days when he and Robert were about Peter's age. Kids use to make fun of him constantly because he used to get in trouble for not wanting to practice magic. "You couldn't get me out of my room…er, shell for nothing. Not only was I more interested in music but I was really chubby and small. I had this high squeaky voice and my vision was terrible so I was really clumsy." Actually, it still was but thanks to Arthur, who had inadvertently gifted him with a pair of spectacles, he could see perfectly. "But then one day my voice became deeper, not by much I'll admit but at least I didn't sound like a deflating balloon fish. Oh! And I became a lot fitter, thanks to my best friend who helped me work out."

Peter looked over his shoulder when he finally managed to get the boat into the water, "Why would you want to be leaner? I thought crabs were supposed to be chubby."

"Only if you want to get eaten. Hey!" It finally hit Roderich what his charge was up to. Putting his claws where his hips would be he narrowed his eyes in suspicion, "Where are you going, young man?"

The prince hopped into the boat, "I've gotta figure this out. I found the locket in the sea so I think the sea will have the answers I'm looking for." Peter put the chain around his neck, "Papa and Daddy are keeping something from me. Else Papa wouldn't have freaked out when he saw that I had it."

Roderich jumped onto the boat's ledge, "Arthur knows you went over the wall?!"

"Under. And yes, he does. I know this necklace means something, Roddy. And if nobody is going to tell me then I'm just going to have to figure it out myself. How long do you think it'll take to find a merman at sea?"

"Wait! Peter, you're making a big mistake!"

Natalya chuckled when she saw that Peter accidentally sent Roderich flying back into the water as he began to row. She turned to face her subordinates when the bubble that was projecting the scene popped.

"Oh, this is beautiful," she purred happily. "Go meet with Milen and bring me Arthur's boy. Here's a conch that'll take you to and from."

Damien slipped it around his neck, "Cool. Let's go vamp." Vladimir scowled but did was he was told silently.

"Hurry, boys! There's a little boy who needs our help."

It was like facing Robert twelve years ago all over again. Back then it wasn't so bad, at least the elder knew that Roderich was trailing after the younger. This time however…Arthur had no idea. He didn't even know of his and Elizabeta's relationship let alone that he'd been looking after Peter this whole time when he went out into the sea. That thought alone made his tummy bubble with anxiety.

"It's going to be ok, Roddy," he muttered to himself as he slipped through the metal bars under the wall. "You're going to tell Arthur that his only child has ventured out all by himself into the ocean. True he might allow Gilbert to deep fry you but in order to avoid that you must remain calm."

The crab swam across the small pool as he continued his pep talk, "This isn't your fault after all. It's not like you foresaw this happening. All you have to do is go in there and calmly explain to both princes that Peter has run away." He kept repeating what he was going to say as he walked through the sand and towards the palace when he saw Arthur and Alfred coming out, calling for their son.

Gasping in terror he ran towards them as a cat. They wouldn't hurt a kitty right? They wouldn't eat him at least. "Peter is gone! Peter is gone! Peter is gone!"

Arthur furrowed his brows in confusion, "Roderich?" Picking him up he asked, "What are you doing here?"

Looking into his young prince's worried green eyes then to the other prince's blue, Roderich burst into tears. His small white paws grabbed at Arthur's hands, "Peter's gone! I tried to stop him but he just wouldn't listen!" All he could ask for now was mercy but deep down he figured that he didn't even deserve that. Robert was totally going to kill him for this one after Alfred and Arthur had their way with him. Gasping in both terror and remorse he clawed at Arthur's shirt, "Our little prince is out there and it's all my fault. I don't deserve to live!"

But neither prince was concerned with punishing him; they were more worried about what the merman had just told them. Alfred was first to react, "Gone? Gone where?"

"Out," whimpered Roderich sadly. His dark purple eyes glistened with tears, "He went out to the…s-sea!" The merman drew out the last syllable as more sobs shook his tiny body and Alfred decided to take pity on the creature.

Gently, the blue eyed prince pulled Roderich from Arthur's clutches, a rather difficult feat seeing as though his husband's grip had tightened around the feline's waist in both fear and anxiety. "Dude…where do you think Peter could be going?"

Eyes furrowing, Arthur began to undo the buttons of his uniform, "I'm not sure, love. But we're going to go find him before she does." Grabbing a hold of Alfred's hand he rushed them inside to inform Matthew and the others before heading towards their dock.

Roderich looked up to see their retreating forms. That's right! New terror clutched at his heart with icy hands. Not only could Peter potentially get lost at sea…he could be found. And not by the merperson that would willingly offer assistance out of the goodness of their heart either. Poseidon help him.

Blue eyes observed the stars above, searching for the northern star. Peter sighed, "It's no use. I won't be able to see it with-oh, there it is!" Happy now that he had a general idea of which direction he was headed in, the young prince continued to row. Long gone were the glowing lights of the palace so his only source of comfort was the glow of the moon and a bird that would fly by every now and again.

The lull of gentle waves brushing against the boat and the sound of his oars breaking water made up for the complete silence that overwhelmed the child. Perhaps he'd been too hasty in running away like this. Oh wait! Pulling his oars back inside, Peter opened his locket. Its loving melody made his belly warm much like the lullabies his papa would sing to him before bed or when he was particularly sad while his dad would lay on his other side with a protective arm around both of them. Being sandwiched in between both of his fathers always made him feel blessed. It definitely made up for the bullying he had to deal with at school. But then, it also made knowing that they were keeping something important from him ache all the more.

Peter gave a yelp when something tugged at his boat, changing it's direction. Was that Roderich? Closing his locket, Peter grabbed an oar and tried to dislodge himself from whatever was tugging on the boat.

"Oi, stop that, kid!" Damien came up and glared playfully, "Is that any way to treat your saviors?"

"M-my what?" The young blonde held back a nervous giggle. Staring at him with near black eyes was a great white. Though he'd never personally seen one of them, he heard from his dolphin friend that they were bad news. Not to mention his legs were feeling a strange tingle.

"Your savior," repeated the small shark. "I was swimming out here with a couple of my buddies and saw that there was this lone boat out here. Figured you were lost."

"I'm not lost." Peter looked around for the shark's friends, "where are your companions?"

"Well, you smacked one on the head…"

"OH! I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to. Is he ok?"

"He should be fine." Damien came out of the water some more, "So, what's a small fry like you doing all by himself out in the big blue? Don't you know it's dangerous out here?"

"Not you too." Peter frowned and settled back in the boat, "My dads are always telling me that but I don't think its true."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, cause if it were, then why would a great white be helping me? Shouldn't you be trying to eat me?"

The chibi shark smirked internally, 'You have no idea how badly I want to, kid.'

"And besides, you said that you were my savior. Where exactly were you going to take me Mr. Shark."

"The names Damien, Kid. And my associates and I were going to take you to go see my woman."

Peter poked his head over the ledge in confusion, "Your woman? You mean your mate? Why would I want to go see another shark? I was hoping to find a mermaid or merman. Not some shark."

"Natalya ain't no shark, kid. But, she kinda does have a bad temper."

"Well, why would you take me to go see her?" Peter was becoming more confused and the tingle in his legs was intensifying making him feel very uncomfortable.

Damien shrugged, "Figured she might help you find your way. Despite what you say, you do seem a bit lost." When Peter opened his mouth to deny such a notion, the chibi interrupted, "And before you say you aren't, remember us animals have a sixth sense about this sort of thing. Something tells me your inability to find your way has something to do more with yourself not necessarily your location at present."

The small blonde gasped and his hand went to secure itself around the locket. He never thought about it like that before. "Do…do you think she could really help me figure out what this locket means? Why it has my name on it?"

"Sure, Kid! Natalya's the best. She'll help you." Damien lowered his head back into the water to conceal his smirk when Peter gave an excited giggle.

"Ok! Take me to her please."

"No problem." Damien motioned for Milen and Vladimir to take a hold of the row boat again. "Go ahead and take a nap. We'll wake you when we get there."

Peter looked over his shoulder sadly before pulling out a blanket from his bag and settling down further in to the boat. He wrapped the warm flannel sheet around him pretended that his fathers were holding him. Speaking of fathers, hopefully the answers he sought would be well worth upsetting his parents. He quietly hummed one of his favorite lullabies that his papa would sing.

Christian scanned the room for a familiar flash of reddish brown hair and a flower. Grinning when he caught sight of a tuff of hair inside under a pile of animal shaped spongy toys, the prince feigned ignorance as he innocently swam by, "I wonder where my little jellyfish is. Could she be…here?!" Christian lunged into the pile of toys and pulled out a small giggling mermaid, "Found ya!"

Sarah pushed his face away as he threatened to tickle her belly by blowing on it. "Daddy, stop it! Heehee, I'm too old for belly bubbles!"

"Too old?" Her father pulled back and looked at her with raised shocked bushy eye brows, "You can't be too old. Cause if you are then that means I'm too old."

"But you are."

"Oh!" Letting her go, knowing that she was old enough to know how to keep herself suspended, Christian grabbed at his heart as if in pain. "You wound me, little jelly fish. Oh, the agony! I'm…cough…dy..Cough…ing." Collapsing on the floor in exaggerated pain, the merman brought an arm to cover his eyes, then laid perfectly still.

The little mermaid flicked her grapefruit pink and white speckled tail to get closer to the 'corpse', "Daddy?" She giggled when she saw his fin give a flick in response, "You're not dead."

Christian waited until Sarah was close enough to grab, "No!" He chuckled as she giggled again in his embrace.

"Aww, you guys are playing without me?" Kyle gave them a soft smile to show that he wasn't upset at all.

"Uncle Kyle!" Sarah wiggled out of her dad's embrace to hug her uncle. "I haven't seen you in forever!"

"You saw me this morning, sweetie." Kyle took Sarah's hair out of her pony tail and fixed it again for her. "And then again when I went to go pick you up for school."

"Oh, yeah." The little mermaid looked between her uncle and father, "Daddy, can I ask Uncle Kyle to the Mommy-kiddy tea party at school?"

Both mermen froze at the question but Christian quickly reacted, "Er, sure…if my brother's cool with it." They turned their gazes at the blond who seemed more focused on fixing his niece's hair, his pale yellow and lavender tail was moving back and forth slowly in thought.

"Uncle Kyle?"

"Sure, princess." Kyle gently pinched the girl's cheeks fondly, "I'll go with you."

"Yay!" Sarah gave him a hug before swimming out of the playroom, "Come and give me my good night kisses later, ok?"

"Ok," called out both brothers in unison making them exchange glances.

When the girl was out of sight, Christian sighed tiredly and ran a hand down his face, "Listen, Kyle, I…uh…"

"It's ok, big brother."

"Y-you don't have to go if you don't want to. I know it might make you feel uncomfortable."

Kyle shrugged, "Not really. I'm not the first male attending a mother slash child function and I won't be the last. Antonio and Lovi go alternatively and so do Ludwig and Feli. Feliks and Toris do too not to mention Berwald and Tino. It's not like anyone thinks ill thoughts about men being mothers down here."

"T-that's not why I'm concerned." Christian rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment. "It's well…you're my brother, mate."

"So? It's not any different than when I was maternal towards Arthur and Feli. You were that way too with them and David."

"That's different. We're all brothers, well Feli isn't by blood but still."

The smaller merman dropped the toys he was picking up in their designated tub before turning sharply to his brother, "Look, if it makes you that uncomfortable I won't go. I thought I was helping you out but the last thing I want is to make you unhappy."

Groaning in annoyance, Christian bent his tail to lean back in a sitting position, "You're not making me unhappy. It just that…"

Kyle sighed and swam closer to his brother so that he could put a comforting hand on his shoulder, "Look, I'm sorry about Trisha. She was a bloody tosser that didn't deserve you nor that precious vessel. But what's done is done, mate."

"I know."

"I just…don't want you to keep beating yourself up over it. No one could've foreseen her running off with that octopus changing merman."

"I know."

"You'll find someone else worthy of your and little Sarah's heart."

"Poseidon hear ya." Christian glanced over to his young brother and smacked him lovingly on the back, "How 'bout you, little brother? When are you going to tie the knot as they say?"

The blonde shrugged, "Not sure. Haven't really found the right person, I guess."

"They're out there somewhere."

"Yeah...hey, let's go tuck in our little princess."

"Ok!" Both Christian and Kyle swam out of the play room and towards Sarah's room. They swam by Murphy and Connor, the twins held a worried expression on their face. "What's wrong, little brothers? Lose another mount?"

"No, it's worse than that?" Murphy ran a hand through his red hair, his bushy eyebrows lowered with worry.

Beside him, Connor flicked his emerald tail anxiously in sync with his twin, "Roderich just gave us the news. Peter is missing!"

"What?!" Christian and Kyle exchanged nervous glances before the older addressed the twins, "Does Bobby know? Feli?"

"David went to go tell Feli and Ludwig. Robert is sending out search parties as we speak."

Murphy became rigid, "You don't think that crazy bitch has him do you?" The siblings froze at the thought. With brows furrowing with determination the all silently reached an agreement. "We need to go help Artie find our nephew."

"Indeed," muttered Christian. "Kyle you stay here with Sarah. Tell her that I went to go take care of business or something."

"What," cried Kyle indignantly. "Hell no! I'm going out there too. Arthur's going to need everyone out there."

"And I need someone here to keep an eye on my daughter. What if Natalya or one of her cronies comes to Atlantica and we're all away. Robert is no doubt sending all of our guards to search. That's going to leave our domain unprotected." Christian grabbed his brother's slender shoulders and gave him a gently shake, "Please, Kiwi. Stay here."

"Ok, yes, I'll stay put."

"Thank you. Come on you two, let's go."

Kyle watched his siblings swim away and sighed before making his way to his niece's room. He found her looking at a picture book Feli gave her from his library in the grotto he once shared with Arthur. Smiling, he settled down next to her and took the book from her small hands.

"Where did daddy go," she asked sleepily.

"He had to go do something important for your Uncle Arthur, sweetie."

"Is he the one who has legs?"

"Yes."

"Is he ok?"

"He's really sad right now."

"Why?" Sarah looked at her uncle curiously, taking note at how his green eyes softened with tears. "Uncle?"

"He lost his baby and your daddy and other uncles are going to help him find him."

Peter shivered in his sleep, his breath coming out in small puffs of white smoke. He pulled his sheets tighter around his frame but the cold kept him from properly retreating once again to his dream world. The young prince cracked open a blue eye before opening them both in surprise. "Damien," he called, "Where are we?" He waited for a response but none came. Peter looked around him, the icy scenery reminded him of the stories his uncle Matthew would tell him about the waters in the Nordic region. Perhaps that's were his new shark friend had brought him to. His eyes settled on a large cave made of ice. Was this where Natalya lived? "She must be really lonely out here all by herself," he whispered to himself.

"She ain't alone, you know." Damien answered back as they made their way inside the cavern's mouth and through the tunnel. "She's got me and two other guys so it isn't that bad." Turning at the curve, Peter felt his eyes water at the bright light of a room. "Honey, I'm home!"

Natalya swallowed an angry hiss. Something told her that the miniaturized idiot was going to try and take advantage of the situation by acting over affectionate. Not like she could be as cruel as she normally would; after all, she did have to cultivate her bait. And what better way to catch it than with the promise of honey?

Putting on her best smile, she sat up in purple clam shaped chair, "Hello, darling." Poseidon that left a horrid taste in her mouth but she ignored it. Instead she feigned a look of surprise, "You've brought a guest I see."

Peter blushed bashfully. Before him was a very pretty mermaid with a metallic purple tail, a black spot, rather half of a black spot, marked the center of her fin. His eyes traveled upward and the blush intensified when he realized that she wasn't wearing much, save a pair of black seashells. Her face was slender yet didn't betray her age. If anything, Peter could've sworn she wasn't past her twenties.

The mermaid noticed his staring and smirked, "We merfolk age much slower than your average human. Come now, get out of the cold, child. I wouldn't want you to get sick."

Nodding, Peter got out of his boat when Damien dragged it closer to the ice, bringing his blanket with him. Natalya helped him take a seat next to her in the shell before offering some refreshments. The young blonde eyed the platter of strange creatures warily, paling when one was still moving, "Thank you, Miss but I'm not really that hungry." He looked around and noticed the shelves were filled with thick volumes as well as various pottery. "I was hoping you could tell me what this locket is and why it has my name on it. My papa wouldn't tell me…"

With unusual tenderness, Natalya removed the necklace from the boy's neck to inspect the engraving. "Dorian is a very unique name for a human," she noted.

"It's my middle name actually, my first name is Peter. My Papa likes music," explained Peter. Looking away he sighed, "I like music too but…" he trailed off and brought his blanket closer around himself. "Papa doesn't understand."

"Of course not, Peter." The mermaid placed an arm around the child's shoulders to bring him closer to her. "You're not the only one with family who doesn't understand you." Thinking back to her beloved brother and stupid sister she made a face, "Believe me. I know just how you feel." She looked at the golden shell in her hand then back at Peter's curious expression, "Little comrade, did you ever consider that perhaps it has your name on it because it has your destiny in it as well?"

When she opened the locket and the bubble with the playful mermen revealed itself, Peter gasped. "You mean…"

"Oh, deep down you should've know, comrade, that you weren't meant to be a lowly human." She brought the bauble closer to his face just as the mermen turned to wave at him cheerfully. "What you are is something far more enchanting."

"A merman?" The tingles Peter felt in his legs earlier came back but he mistook them for being too cold. Bringing the up to his chest so that he could cover them with his blanket he looked away again, "As wonderful as that sounds, Miss, I can't be. Both my Papa and Daddy are human. It's impossible." The blonde jerked his head up when he heard the mermaid's tingling laughter.

"Sweet comrade, anything is possible."

Hope swelled in the little prince's chest and he felt a small tug at the lips, "You can turn me into a mermaid?"

"Of course, I can!" Natalya reminded Milen and Vladimir of Natasha with the way she smiled oh so kindly. They, along with Damien, rolled their eyes at her enthusiastic confidence as she dragged herself to a cabinet.

She hummed sweetly to herself as she rummaged through, "Aha! One drop of this and you'll get everything you've ever wanted. " Pulling out a black bottle she gave it a wipe, revealing a sickle engraved into the glass.

"Is that what I think it is?" Damien scowled in anger, "Where did you get Ivan's liquid magic?"

Rolling her eyes in the accusing tone her subordinate was using she hissed back, "I was saving it for a special occasion." Grinning back at peter she motioned for him to come closer, "And what could be considered any more special than helping a very special boy get his wish." Peter carefully hopped off the shell and made his way to the mermaid.

She motioned for him to remove his shoes, "Come now, little comrade. Your destiny awaits." Peter sat down on the cold surface of the cavern and lifted a foot onto her lap, wincing slightly at how cold her scales felt. He watched as a single drop of black vile smelling liquid fell from the bottle and onto his flesh making it ripple like water.

A purple thread of light began to wrap itself around him like a cacoon. His pants tore at the seams making him gasp in pain as his legs began to fuse together. His lungs heavier within him as if the tissue itself was reconstruction the organ and its airways. Closing his eyes, a brief thought swam through his mind, 'Perhaps this wasn't such a good idea…"

And yet, as soon as the pain over took his thin body it went away. When he opened his eyes again he let out a joyous giggle, "I don't believe it. I'm a merman!" Peter happily flipped his tail up and down, marveling at the light blue scales and how they darkened when moved just so then lightened again when moved the other way. Natalya raised an eyebrow at the black scales lining the base of the tail creating a gradient along the sides of the fin. She didn't remember that being there when he was an infant; then again, those scales normally wouldn't grow in until the child was older.

The mermaid's attention was brought back to the child at hand when he suddenly tossed his sailor shirt on her chair before jumping into the water. His happy musings echoed off the chilly walls and she couldn't help but feel the tiniest of tugs on the corner of her mouth. Such innocence. Such Joy. The tug became more insistent and she allowed herself to smirk. Such a pleasure it'll be to use it to destroy Robert and his baby brother.

Hello. I'm very sorry for the late update but I promise to make it up to you guys. It's only one more week till Christmas and I have made NO progress what so ever aside from putting up lights and dressing my tree. Any way, You've all been so awesome so I'm going to go ahead a post another chapter up in about two days. I hope y'all enjoyed this chapter ^_^ Thank you to everyone who've added this story to their favorites and to their follow list. It means a lot =3

ps- I can't believe that I've only JUST now read the 2013 Hetalia update ah but the fan service ^_^ lol

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