Chap 2:

Peter waited till Berwald left the room and he got undressed and stepped into the nice warm water. He felt a little shy around his new family yet he felt more acknowledged and welcome here than he did at his former home. "Why don't my brothers care about me? They don't even know I exist…."

Berwald heard him through the door and sighed. 'I don't know what to tell him if he asks why his real family doesn't want him… maybe I'm not ready to be a dad. I just hope he's happy here. I may not be his father but I'll be a better parent than his brother ever will be.' He promised himself and walked away to leave him alone.

Peter scrubbed all over himself with the soap and washcloth Berwald provided for him. He shampooed his hair and rinsed himself off. Stepping out of the pretty deep tub he grabbed a towel and dried off and wrapped it around him like a girl would. He peeked out the door for Berwald but the hall was empty. Peter stepped out and looked around. He heard music being played by someone in another room. A violin maybe? He fallowed the sound down another hallway and saw a slightly cracked door. He looked and saw Lukas playing a violin with the greatest of ease. He stood there and watched him for a moment when he sneezed.

Lukas stopped and looked over his shoulder. "Peter? What the heck?"

"I'm sorry!" He said as he ran off. He looked back and bumped into Berwald. "Oh… Hello again…" he said getting back on his feet.

"I was wondering where you were Peter. You ready to get dressed?"

"Yes Berwald sir."

He smiled and ruffled his hair. "Just call me Berwald." He said sweetly.

"Alright…Um… Where are my clothes?"

"They're being washed. But I found some substitutes for you to wear if that's alright."

"That's fine."

Berwald took the boy's hand again and walked with him to his room that was once the guest room. He saw a small stack of clothes folded on the bed. There was a light blue sweater with black and white birds on it, a pair of jeans , and underwear. "Their hand me downs. Is that alright?"

He nodded and walked to his pile of clothes. "Thank you."

He smiled warmly at him. "You're more than welcome Peter. If you ever need something I'll be across the hall in my room." And he shut the door.

Peter slipped on the thick and itchy sweater over a white tee shirt, pulled on his underwear and such. "I wonder if they'll actually like me. I don't want to be shipped away again…" He opened the door and looked around. He stepped out and looked at the door in front of him. He cautiously approached it and knocked faintly.

Berwald answered it. "Yes Peter?"

"Um… May I have a tour of the house please? And get to know all of you?"

"Absolutely. I would be more than happy to. Just fallow me."

Peter walked all around the house and looked at the Scandinavian flags hung up on the walls, gazed at the paintings he never saw before. He liked the house so far. "and that's the tour of the house. Now let's get the others into the living room."

Peter sat on the couch and waited for the others. He saw the little white dog come up. His tail wagging and little black eyes looking at him. He yipped a hello. "Hello there," He picked the puppy up and pet him gently. The dog placed his tiny paws on his chest and kissed the tip of his nose. "Awww~. How cute." He rubbed behind his ears and the dog rolled on his back.

Tino was the first one down. "I see you two are getting along nicely," he said smiling brightly. "That's Hanatamago, but you can call him Hana."

"He's very cute."

"Thank you. And I'm Tino"

"It's nice to meet you."

"Same here. The others should be down soon."

"To be honest… I'm a little worried to meet them… What if they don't like me?"

"Don't think like that Peter. You're a very nice boy. Of course we will like you."

"Really?"

"Yes really," He sat on the couch next to him. "Berwald told us about your situation and I know we'll never treat you like Arthur did. You deserve better. Your very sweet and polite, we'll never sell you."

"Really? I'm glad. I hope I get to know all of you a lot better. At least I'm recognized here…"

"Don't worry. We're never going to do that to you." He patted the boys back and smiled.

Peter smiled and hugged Tino. 'I think I'm going to like it here.' He thought smiling.