Human Names:

Berwald and Tino's son

-Ladonia/Patrik: 11 years old

Mathias and Emma's son

-Luxemburg/Willem: 12 years old

Emil and Lilly's son

-Kugelmugel/Erik: 6 years old

Please excuse any grammar mistakes I've made. I'll be combing through this again as I'm sure plenty have escaped me T_T

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

Natalya watched Peter skip in and out of the water, shouting out happily as he swam out of the cave. Insistent poking on her hip made her growl in annoyance, "What, Damien?"

The shark changed back into a merman. He angrily waved the now empty bottle of black magic in her face, or rather tried, his short arms didn't quite make his movements menacing at all. "You had this stored away this entire time?! You could've changed me back! Why I oughta-"

"Hush, Chibi." Natalya ran a hand soothingly through the merman's black hair, "It'll be well worth it in the end."

"But you just let him go! What if the brat doesn't come back?"

Dipping her fin into the water, the mermaid shrugged, "He will. I know he will."

The sun was rising when Robert and Ludwig met with Arthur and Alfred. The blue eyed prince was holding onto his husband as he spoke to his brother. "Bobby, I'm so worried. What if that sea witch has him?"

Robert reached out and took his brother's hand, "Everything is going to be ok, Arthur. Your brothers have taken search parties to scour the ocean. I'm about to go head out myself."

Alfred bit the corner of his lip in thought before snuffling his husband's hair, "Artie? Love, what if…what if you go with Robert?"

"What?" Arthur furrowed his brow in confusion, "What good would that do?"

"Dude, who better to find our son in the water than his awesome merman papa? You know these waters better than anyone." He smiled encouragingly, "After all, you did go exploring a lot with Feli when you two were younger right? And besides, I need to stay up here to lead the search above. And if, um, if Ludwig would be willing, for old time's sake, I would very much like it if he joined me in the search up here."

Ludwig looked down at his tail then at Alfred, "I-"

"That sounds like an excellent plan to me," interrupted Robert. The sea king had a feeling that the German would be torn in between helping his friend and keeping his tail so he assured him. "Don't worry, Ludwig. When we find Peter, I'll return your tail to you."

"Danke, sir, but that's not the only reason why I'm worried. It could be dangerous for Arthur to come back. If Natalya has managed to find him, which I highly doubt," he quickly added when he saw the look of horror across the couple's face, "she won't hurt him."

"What makes you so sure?"

"She wants to harm you and Arthur. Chances are that she's after something and plans on using Peter as bait. If Arthur comes back to the water, we'd only be playing into her hands."

Robert frowned, "That's right. I didn't think about that."

"Alfred's right though, Bobby. I know my son." Arthur smiled weakly, "Turns out he inherited more than just my eyebrows. I should've know better than to keep him from something that is a huge part of who he…we are. I have to go. Don't worry, Ludwig, I'll be fine." The German nodded in acceptance and waited for his transformation to take effect.

Alfred ran his thumb over Arthur's knuckles, "Bring him home. love." He pressed his lips onto his husband's forehead before helping him onto the ships ledge while Robert waved his hand over the water, moving the pillar of water to lift Ludwig so that the German could sit on the ledge as well.

Both blonds closed their eyes as a warm golden light engulfed their bodies. For the sea prince, he felt his legs go numb before tingling as if water droplets were falling all over his flesh. He smiled in a sense of pleasure when his fin flicked up and down with excitement at the prospect of once again feeling the rush of water. Red scales covered his tail the silver returning along the sides, his seal not removed yet. Still, when he opened his eyes, he removed his shirt and looked at his forearm, to verify that the black feather seal was still there.

Beside him, Ludwig gave a sigh of relief when he saw that Robert had generously gifted him with some pants. The last thing he needed was for his best friend to make a snark comment about…Ludwig cleared his throat in embarrassment and stretched his legs before sliding onto the deck. He grunted when Gilbert crushed him in an embrace, "Bruder, it's been so long!"

"You saw me yesterday, dummkopf," muttered Ludwig, a blush gracing his face. The red intensified when Alfred joined the embrace.

"Dude, I've missed you so much, bro," he said cheerfully.

"J-ja. Me too. Now let go so we can find Peter."

"Indeed," murmured Arthur as he handed his shirt to Alfred. With one last kiss to his husband he jumped into the sea. His red headed brother followed after him.

Meanwhile in Nordic waters, Peter giggled in glee as he swam back and forth. The cold that had scratched at him earlier enough to rouse him from sleep felt like a gentle brush of feathers on his skin. It was a little strange, the tail but it was a wonderful kind of strange. All he had to do lean in the direction he wanted to go in and let his blue appendage do the work.

Throwing his arms over his head, he did a back flip under water, "This is so cool!" Breathing underwater was so second nature to him, almost like he really had been born to be a merman. He dove further down before quickly flicking his fin back and forth to cut through the water, sending him up like a torpedo. "WOOH," he cried out happily as he shot out of the water and twisted his body downward to dive back in.

Sighing, he allowed himself to float back up. Peter swam backwards, unaware that he was about to collide with a large mass. "Oh!" The young merman quickly turned around to apologize, "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to bump into you."

The intimidating sea lion didn't say anything but its stoic blue eyes seemed to look shocked at the creature before it. Three younger sea lions poked over their care taker in curiosity.

Peter gave another apologetic smile before swimming backwards. "Ok, get a grip. Get the hang of this flipper," he said to himself. Pulling his fin up and out of the water, he ran a finger along its near transparent curvature, the very tip of it curled out delicately. "It's like slipping to feet into one big huge slipper."

One of the sea lions looked at its on fin in curiosity then to his dad, "What's a slipper?" The larger sea creature shrugged and made a mental note to ask his wife-er-husband later.

The young prince didn't pay much attention to the exchange behind him and instead focused on trying to figure out how navigate in the water better. So far everything looked the same. "This way is left and which way is right? Oh, now I'll be circling in circles all night." He looked up at the sun and saw that it was east. "Ah! So this is forward, no problem!" Peter made a mental note of his surroundings so that he could return to Natalya when he was done testing out his new tail.

"I can't believe I can do this and more," he sang happily to himself when he dove back into the water. He dove further down until he reached the sea bed, where little hermit crabs and schools of fishes going were going about their business. "To swim in the sea like I walk on the shore. Out of my shell not closed up like a clam. Look out, sea, this is me, here I am!"

Out of the corner of his eye he saw two large creatures swimming near him. He gasped when he realized what they were. Narwhals! Peter had never seen one in person and their majestic forms were much more amazing to him than any picture he had in his books. Swimming a little closer, he waited for their approval which was strangely given immediately. What luck! The narwhals swam beside him playfully. Almost protectively. Peter raised an eyebrow but dismissed the thought. 'Why on earth would I need protection? No, this must be their nature. Papa was wrong. Nothing is going to hurt me out here.'

Peter saw that his companions were looking at him affectionately. He reached out a hand to lightly touch the narwhal's flipper, "For a moment all of me, is alive and at home in the sea." The creature let it self be pulled into a dance, "I'm swirling and twirling so graceful and grand. Not stubbing my toes or getting stuck in the sand." He let his partner go and watched her swim away with her mate.

With a soft smile, Peter swam in the other direction, "For a moment life is cool." He tightened his abdominal and pushed his way out of the water and dove back in with a large splash making his laugh once again. "I'm a splash in the world's biggest pool! This is more than my thoughts ever thought it could be."

Warmth bubbled in the young prince's tummy making his smile broaden as he swam through a tunnel of brilliantly color fish, "For a moment, just a moment, lucky me." The prince giggled when the fishes ticked his torso.

Arthur and Robert parted ways; the king took to the east while the prince took to the west. Something told the blonde merman that Peter had probably figured that his lungs were perfectly capable of breathing underwater given that he'd been playing in the sea. With that in mind, Arthur checked all the places that would probably interest a boy his age. The naval ships that he had explored with Feli still remained untouched as well as empty. The fish life around it told him that they hadn't seen their little prince but that they'd keep an eye for him.

As he looked through that one naval corpse, the last one he and Feli had ever explored. Arthur picked up a pipe or, and he chuckled weakly at remembering this, a snarfblatt. He felt his chest tighten with sadness. He'd been a curious fellow and had wanted nothing more for his brothers to understand. Why in Poseidon's blue sea would he think that his offspring would be any different? Tears pricked at his green eyes as he sighed and put the pipe back, "If only for one moment, I had shared with you all I know. The sea wouldn't be a mystery. Oh, why did you have to go?" Wiping at his eyes, Arthur swam out of the ship to continue his search.

"Everything's newer and brighter and bluer and truer to life than before. Watch me soar!" Three sea lions turned to their caretaker when they saw that the merman had returned, skipping through the water gleefully. The larger creature nodded, making them smile and trail after Peter. Together they watched the merman approach an orca whale. Perhaps this was close enough. After all those guys tended to eat little guys like them. To their surprise the orca gave them all a friendly smile but they didn't want to tempt nature.

Peter knew better than to test his luck but when the Orca offered a friendly smile he couldn't help but feel more at ease with his environment. "For a moment, I can shine. Got a grin and a fin that works fine." Swimming alongside the beautiful creature, he showed him his hands, "My fingers are wrinkly but I really don't care. And all of the gel has been washed out of my hair because for a moment I can feel that all of the dreams I've been dreaming are real."

The orca descended a bit to allow his prince to ride on his back while thinking, 'Wait till the family hears about this!' He raised them both onto the surface so that he could take a breath of air. The merman on his back rested his head on his hand in thought while another clutched at the locket around his neck, "Wish my Papa could hear it, the sea is my song. For a moment, just a moment, I belong." Unbeknownst to him his father was searching frantically for his son.

Fear had been working its cruel claws through Arthur's heart. 'What if we don't find him? What if I'm wrong and his lungs stopped filtering water for oxygen? What if-No!" Arthur clenched his fists, angry with himself for even thinking it, "Peter is not dead. He isn't. I know he isn't."

"I will find you, my darling," sang Arthur as he approached his garden. Feli had obviously kept up with it for it looked just as beautiful as he remembered it. Plucking a red flower like the one he'd give Robert oh so many years ago he held it over his heart, "And the moment that I do, I'll hold you close, my Dorian, and sing the song of the sea with you."

With his depression banished from his mind, he swam with determination. He had to find his son, he just had to. He had so much to teach him. To show him. To share with him. Nodding to himself he grinned, "I'll sing the song of the sea with you."

The sun was making its way back into the horizon when the orca, who Peter learned was named Tamia, dropped him off at the mouth of Natalya's cave. He tried to keep his prince from entering but Peter took off before he got a chance to. The merman launched himself at the mermaid, startling her into a hug. "Thank you, thank you, thank you," he chirped happily, nuzzling into her flat abdomen. "Thank you so much!"

Natalya was frozen in suspension, too shocked that the boy was hugging her. She brushed it off and started phase two of her plan. With trembling lips, tears rolling down her cheeks and a broken sob, she let herself fall out of the little merman's embrace and onto her couch, "I'm so sorry, little comrade."

"W-what's wrong?" Peter sat next to her and gently touched her shoulder. "Are you sad?" Looking down at her tail he gasped. "What happened to your fin?!"

The mermaid flicked her fin, confused for a moment before remembering that she had taken off the prosthetic half of her fin. She smirked into her arms, things were just falling onto her platter now. She wiped the tears from eyes but more kept falling when she finally addressed Peter, "It was cut off by a horrible merman." Bringing a finger to his chubby cheek, she poked it, "But that's not why I'm sad. Well, it sort of is. You see, comrade, my fin has all my black scales and that's where I draw my power but when that merman cut it off, I lost half of my strength. The tail I gave you won't last forever, my dear and I don't have anymore potion nor am I strong enough to make it permanent."

"What?" Peter took off his hand and held it to his chest, "But I really like my tail." He took her hand in his and looked at the mermaid pleadingly, "Please, I don't want to go back to being an ordinary boy. Miss Natalya, isn't there a way?"

Damien helped Natalya up and took her to the cauldron, "I'm afraid not, squirt."

"That's not necessarily true, darling," murmured the blonde mermaid. "Oh, but who am I kidding. There's no way I'll ever get it back, not in my current state anyway and it's far too dangerous to ask you to go, little comrade."

Peter got off the couch and swam closer to the odd couple, "What? What is it?"

The mermaid leaned against her brother's cauldron, "There is one way I can make myself strong enough to make you a permanent merman but it would require my brother's magic Trident." With a wave of her hand over the cauldron, a black image of the Trident appeared. Peter swam closer to see.

"Where is it?"

"It was stolen years ago," she murmured darkly, trying in vain to keep her anger in check. "He was murdered and the Trident taken from him by a deranged kleptomaniac." Natalya had plenty more words to describe the Kirkland brothers, but she was, after all, talking to a child. A child, she noted with disdain, who looked too much like the bastards responsible for the death of the one person she ever loved. And her sister. Though she may not have been dying for her attention, Natasha was still a blood relative and now she was left with no one.

With another flick of her hand, a dark Trident took a new shape, this time of Robert. Peter stared at the merman's shadowy form, "Was he the one…who did it?"

"Yes." Natalya covered her face with a slender arm dramaticly, "It was very important to us, to me but I have no one brave enough to bring it back to me."

Peter perked up, "I'm brave. My daddy tells me so all the time. He's a hero you know."

"Is he?"

"Yeah and he said that I'm his little hero, too. Maybe I can be yours by retrieving the Trident for you."

Natalya brought down her arm and looked at the little merman before him with a wide eye, "You'd…do that for me?"

"If I did, would you make me a merman forever?"

"Even longer, if you like. You know that we merfolk tend to live a lot longer than humans; I could make you a real merman."

Peter frowned. Well, he wasn't completely sure about that. What would he do without his parents? Maybe she would be willing to make them mermen too. Oh, and his uncles and aunt. Yeah! If he brought back this Trident then she would be so happy and grateful that she would definitely turn his family as well. Peter watched her pull out a tablet of ice and started to carve little lines on it.

"Here," Natalya handed over the tablet and pointed at the X, "This is where he lives."

"Atlantica?! You mean it's real? It's not just some fish tale?" He blushed when the mermaid raised a confused eyebrow.

"Of course it's real, comrade. Where do you think Merfolk….who told you it didn't exist?"

"My..."Peter looked down sadly, "My Papa."

Natalya scoffed, "Well I'm sure he didn't mean to be cruel and deceitful. I'm sure he had his reasons from keeping you from your happiness that weren't at all selfish."

The frown came back on Peter's smooth face, a little crease formed on his brow. His papa…No. He wouldn't think about it. Putting his hat back on his head, Peter grinned at Natalya, "I'll get the Trident, Miss Natalya. You can count on me!"

"Be careful, little comrade. Enjoy those fins!" When the tip of Peter's blue tail was out of sight she petted Damien's little shark head and added darkly, "While you can."

Peter swam back out and was pleasantly surprised to find Tamia waiting for him. Upon seeing the little prince, the orca heaved a sigh of relief, "Thank goodness you're safe. I was worried you'd get hurt."

"Why would I be?"

"Well," Tamia swam alongside the blonde merman, "there's an evil witch living in there. My dad told us to stay as far away from here as possible but I couldn't leave without knowing ya where ok."

"Miss Natalya isn't evil, she's very nice. She's just really sad because her big brother and sister were murdered." Peter looked up from his map to his companion, "Wouldn't you be sad? I know I would be."

The orca frowned slightly, "I would but my dad said-"

"My papa told me that the sea was dangerous and scary and bad but it's not true. Maybe your dad is wrong about Miss Natalya. Besides if she really wanted to hurt me she would've done it by now don't you think?"

"I…suppose so." Tamia descended so that his prince would ride on his back once again, "Where are you headed to now?"

"I'm trying to find Atlantica but I can't really understand this map."

"Oh! I know where that is. I can take-I-I can take," Tamia's eyes were starting to water as his chin brushed against grape seaweed. Oh no. Wiggling his nose, he tried to keep his sneeze in but the itch was becoming unbearable. Curse his allergies! "I-I'm so sor-" Peter looked over to his new friend with worry but before he got a chance to say anything he found himself soaring through the air after a loud sneeze.

Peter landed on a mass of ice with his fin over his head, "Eep!" He managed to roll out of the way when his map fell right next to him, shattering on impact. "Oh, no! How am I going to find my way now?" The blonde merman took off his hat to run a hand through his hair while he thought about his options when he heard a cry for help. "Huh?"

"Help! My little sister's stuck. Help!"

Curious, Peter dragged himself closer to the sound and gasped. Penguins were forming a vertical bridge in effort to grab onto a smaller penguin that was stranded on a sliver of ice. What was worse was that a shark was circling around the child, nudging the ice with every rotation it completed in attempt to knock the penguin over.

The little chick raised her arms and jumped, missing the older penguin's flippers each time she tried, "Big brother, help me!"

"I'm trying, sis. I'm trying! Someone help us!" The penguin's knees trembled with the weight he was already lowering but he tried his best to hold on.

"Wah! Hurry!" The shark was getting anxious for his lunch and tried a different maneuver, this time going under the sheet of ice to flip it over.

"Damn it, I can't reach her," yelled the penguin at the end of the bridge. He looked down at the chick in despair and tried extending his flippers out some more.

Peter was about to go help when he saw the three snow white seals bouncing along the sheets of ice, chasing one another. "Mightier than a hurricane," said one with dark blue eyes and a scratch along its face."

"Braver than a killer whale," shouted another wearing a black hat when they reached the strip of ice the penguins were occupying.

"Faster than a moray eel!"

It's the fearless adventurers-"

"Slash artists," added a meek seal with violet eyes.

The other two sea lions stopped and stared at the smaller one when the one with the scratch spoke up, "Really, Erik? We aren't artists."

"I am."

"Ok, guys," intervened the one with the hat, "we can be both. Fearless adventurers slash artists. Does that sound good?"

"Whatever," muttered the little sea lion with the scratch, "As long as I get to be an adventurer its fine. Now let's go save this little guy."

When the three sea lions got closer to the family of penguins, Peter heard the birds groan in protest as they climbed down the ladder of penguins. 'Well that's not nice of them,' he thought to himself. 'They're trying to help.' The little chick's older brother struggled against the added weight but didn't let go.

Willem grabbed his cousin's fin while Patrik grabbed onto Erik's. Patrik giggled happily, "If we pull this off, then maybe we'll finally be regarded with respect. They won't laugh at us anymore!"

"Rather be drawing," murmured Erik quietly while he tried to grab the chick.

"Quiet you! This is the moment we've been waiting for."

"Yeah," chirped Willem. "This is like redemption for all those times we've screwed up. We'll finally be seen as proper Vikings just like our dads."

"Paintings are more fun," muttered Erik. "And we don't have to deal with sharks."

Patrik stopped swinging his cousin, "What?"

"Sharks. We don't have to worry about sharks eating us."

Willem licked his furry lip and gave a nervous chuckle, "W-who said anything about sharks?"

"Well, there is a shark down there. Actually he stopped circling the baby penguin. Now it's just staring at us….It looks hungry." Erik blinked lazily at the shark, "I think he wants to eat me."

"Why would you-" Patrik yelped when the shark jumped out of the water and tried grabbed one of them. Missing, the shark fell back onto the ice, sending the baby penguin flying into the air. Her brother let go of the other's so that he could catch her. One by one the penguins landed on top of the sea lions, crushing them under their rubber like bodies. "Get off of us, you stupid-"

"Dude, watch out," cried Peter in horror when the shark tried to flip the ice over. He jumped into the water and swam towards the frightened sea creatures. "Hey, leave them alone, you big bully!"

The shark turned his attention to the merman and started to stalk him, "Sea lions and penguins are nice but it's been far too long since I've had a merchild. Far too long."

Peter paled and started to swim away. Patrik panicked for the merman's safety and called it back, "Oi! Y-you don't want him. Why would you want one tasty merman when you can have all of us?" This suggestion was met with furious remarks from the penguins but managed to catch the shark's interest. "Y-yeah, I mean. Sure you can have a merman but he won't fill your belly. You'll only stay hungry and then what? Are you really going to miss out on all of this for one merman?"

"Shut up, freak," hissed one of the penguins. "Are you as stupid as you are insane?"

Patrik ignored them, his heart beating furiously in his chest when the shark came back. Oh, Poseidon, now what?! The shark jumped on the ice again in effort to knock them all over but only managed to send them flying back to the ledge where the brother penguin held onto his sister.

"Well," grunted Willem as he wiggled his fluffy rear, "that wasn't too bad. It totally could have been-"

"Don't say it," hissed a penguin to his right.

"Worse?" All around him he heard annoyed groans turned to furious squawks when the ice began to crack from the weight. "Huh…" Peter dove under water just as everything collapsed on itself, the shark wasn't so lucky. "Wow," breathed Willem when he finally dug his way out of the snow. Next to him his cousins and the penguins popped out of the snow, "That was awesome!"

"Awesome? Awesome?!" The three sea lions turned to face a red faced penguin, "You nearly got my crew killed! What were you thinking taunting that shark? You should've let it get that stupid merman and be done with it."

"But then he would've been eaten."

"So? Better him than us."

"You know we're mermen too right," asked Patrik as he shook off the snow from his fur.

"Freaks of nature more like it."

"Big brother," murmured the little chick as she nuzzled against his neck, "don't be mean."

"Hmph, whatever." Turning back to the trio he glared, "I don't care who your Uncle is, just because he's headmaster of our school, doesn't mean we have to like you. Now scram and take that damn merbrat with you."

Patrik bit his tongue to keep from lashing out and gently grabbed his baby cousin's flipper, "Come on, Erik. Willem lets go."

"Told you art was more fun," murmured Erik sadly.

"Ah, who needs them?" Willem slid back into the water, "Bunch of ingrates is what they are. Oh! We should go see that kid. Maybe he'll want to play with us." The three sea lions jumped into the water in search of the little merman they saw. They found him sitting on an iceberg trying to piece together a broken tablet.

Erik peered over Patrik's shoulder, "Whatcha doing?"

The young prince rolled over and saw the three sea lions from earlier. They slid down, turning into mermen as they reached him. One of them, the one who spoke, picked up a shard of ice, "This wasn't very artistic," he noted quietly.

Another merman, a boy with a red line running along his left cheek and onto his nose and fiery red hair rolled his eyes. He flicked his navy blue and silver speckled tail over his head, "Erik, not everything has to be art."

"…yes it does," Erik used the ice shard and started to doodle in the snow, his violet eyes drooping as he concentrated on his drawing.

"Ignore those, two," said a merman with wild blond hair. A little black hat sat precariously on his head, "The name's Willem. What's yours?"

Peter stared at the three merboys, "Uh, P-Peter. My name is Peter. You guys were just sea lions. How did-"

"Hmm? Oh! We're magic mermen but Papa asked for my Uncle Lukas to seal me up which is fine by me 'cause I don't really like magic. Oh! And I get to have this cool seal on me." Willem turned around to show Peter his seal. "It's just like my Dad's only his has a crown on it. Patrik doesn't have one though; his dads wanted him to learn."

Patrik huffed, "Yeah, cause unlike you, I actually have talent." He turned to Peter, "What about you? Are you any good?"

The young prince blushed, "Good at what?"

"Magic, duh! Look you even have a healthy patch of black scales. I don't remember seeing you around Sve's Academy for Gifted Youngsters though. Do you go to Atlantica Academy?"

"Oh, uh, no. I used to go to school back at home but I didn't learn magic. Didn't even know I could do magic."

Erik looked up from his drawing, "You're not from around here are you."

"I'm…new I guess you can say."

"Hm."

"Well I don't care if I was lousy at magic," said Willem while fixing his little hat. "My dad is a Viking you know and I think Vikings are awesome!"

"Uncle Mathias is not a Viking," cried Patrik with furrowed brows. "Only humans can be Vikings."

"He is so a Viking. Vikings are strong and are always exploring new places and my dad is strong and is always exploring new places so that makes him a Viking."

"Psh, whatever. My dad is a Viking too, then."

"Which one?"

"Who do you think? Mama says he's too fragile to be a Viking but Papa's told me that Mama Tino can be scary like a Viking if you make him mad enough."

Peter was astounded by how calmly these boys were talking about having two fathers. As if it was the most normal thing in the world. Well, to Peter it was seeing as he had two fathers and his uncles were both married to each other but outside of the palace he'd always been made fun of that fact. He voiced this thought to his three new companions.

Patrik spoke first, "Why would anyone make fun of that? It's perfectly normal. Man, I hope Ezio doesn't hear about this."

"Or his brothers for that matter."

"Or, Raivis, Fabian, Shane and Sakura," added Erik.

"Who are they," asked Peter.

"They're some of our friends and they have two dads."

"Oh."

"Yeah, hey! Do you want to play with us?"

"I would love to but I don't really have much time and I really have to get to Atlantica. If only I knew how to get there…" Peter looked down at his hand which still held the part of the tablet with the compass on it.

"We could take you," offered Willem. "It's been a while since we've gone."

"Really?!"

"Sure! Anything is better than having to go back and deal with those other guys…"

"What's the point," muttered Erik, now done doodling in the ice. He flipped over to his back and raised his brown and ivory tail over his head, letting the fin cover his face, "They'll only make fun of us when we go to school."

"Yeah, but that's not until Monday. Maybe they'll forget over the weakened."

"That's wishful thinking."

"Why don't you just admit that you want to go see Fabrezio," teased Patrik making Willem blush red.

"I-I do not!"

Peter cocked his head in confusion, "Who's Fabreezeo?"

"It's Fabrezio," corrected the redhead. "And nobody special. Just my cousin's boyfriend."

"He is not myboyfriend!"

"You wish he was," added Erik with a small smile.

"Whatever. Look, kid, do you want to go to Atlantica or not?"

"Yeah!"

Patrik slid into the water and eyed Peter with interest, "Why do you want to go so bad? Can't your parent's take you?"

Blue eyes lowered sadly and Peter shook his head. "I'm…they're not…I'm not really a merman. I need to go get something that was stolen from my friend so that she can make me a real one."

"Not a merman?" Erik eased himself back onto the edge of the iceberg, "If you aren't a merman then what are you?"

"Uh-um," Peter fiddled with his locket bashfully, "I'm a…a-"

"A what?"

"A human."

Patrik scurried back onto iceberg, "I knew it! I knew there was something unfishy about you! Tough break, man, but we can't help you."

"But Patrik," cried Willem, "he needs our help."

"He's a human, Will. You know how they're like."

"But-"

"Come on, please?"

"You just want to go see, Ezio."

Willem reddened again, "That's part of the reason, yeah but he could really use our help." He looked at Peter before leaning closer to whisper in his cousin's ear, "Besides your dad told us to keep him safe. We can't just let him wonder the ocean by himself."

The red head felt a tug on his other arm and he turned to see Erik staring at him with enlarged eyes, "Please, big brother?"

'Oh, jeez,' thought Patrik as the words struck at his heart strings. For years he'd begged his parents for a little brother but they had been hesitant in having more children so he had to make do with his cousin. Because of this, he'd also tried to get the little white haired merman to call big brother but had little success. And now…

Erik blinked slowly and pouted, just like he'd seen his mother do with his dad and uncle Vash. The mermaid had taught him her secret technique but warned her son not to over use it else they'd become immune. "Come on, Big Brother, it could be fun. We'll probably have an adventure along the way."

'Sweet Poseidon, not the lip. Anything but the lip!' Patrik felt his stoic mask slip when his cousin made his pout quiver with a final plea. Sighing in defeat, the red head nodded, "Fine. Fine! Let's do this. Atlantica here we come."

I don't particularly like how this chapter came out but hopefully...yeah. I watched the documentary called Blackfish on Netflix about the Orca Whales in Seaworld T_T. It made me sad cause I really loved that place and now, well, I really wish those beautiful creatures could be happy and maybe they are but...well yeah. What do I know right? Anyway I went back and changed the blue whale out for a Orca. Yup. Tamia is Icelandic for clash of thunder or something like that. Also, yay for Willem! Lol, ever since my Angel of Notre Dame fic, I've been waiting for a chance to put him and Ezio together again. Not sure why but I think they're so cute ^_^ I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. A big thanks to everyone who has added this story in the Favorites and to their follow lists it means a lot. Also, thank you BeautyInSmallThings for adding me to your favorite author's list it made my day! If I don't get a chapter up before Christmas I would like to wish you all a very happy holiday and I hope you guys have a great week!

Until Next Time~

PS- I love the song in this one and would love to hear a male cover but unfortunately there isn't one T_T I hope I did it justice.

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