Tino put his son back to bed, but over the next few hours the boy's condition only worsened.
His fever refused to go down, despite all his parent's attempts to cool him down.
After 2 hours, he began to vomit; and he couldn't even manage to keep down crackers or ginger ale. Finland sat by Peter's bedside, and slipped small chips of ice between the pale lips, in an attempt to keep the boy hydrated.
Once they reached the 3 hour mark, Tino was seriously considering taking Peter to the doctors.
The Fin brushed Peter's blonde locks away from his sweaty forehead, as he replaced the rag that he had been dipping into a cold bowl of water; trying to fight the fever that was crippling the child.
"W'nt me t' c'll th' oth'rs?"
Tino looked up from the boy, and saw Berwald leaning against the doorway.
"I don't know." He replied softly, glancing at the alarm clock that sat on the nightstand. "Matthias and Emil will be landing soon. I hate to call this off, after they've already spent the time and money to come all the way over here."
Berwald walked over, and kneeled in front of his husband; taking the smaller hands in his large ones. "Th'y'll 'nd'rst'nd." He added, running his thumb over the knuckles.
"Yeah, I guess you're right." Tino muttered, as tears pricked at his eyes. "Berwald, he's never gotten so sick, so fast before. What if there's something wrong with his fort?"
The swede opened his mouth to reassure his frantic spouse, but a loud banging from downstairs interrupted him.
"FIN! SWEDE! OPEN UP!"
That loud and boisterous voice could only belong to one being on the entire planet; Matthias Koler.
Tino moved to get up, but Berwald stopped him. " 've g't it. St'y w'th P't'r." He instructed, as he rose and left the room.
*A few hours earlier*
Matthias was actually pleased that he had managed to find an earlier flight; he had decided to pull a few strings, and surprise his favorite nephew.
He smirked out the jet's window, as he thought about the little squirt. Peter had changed Berwald for the better; making him loosen up a little, become more affectionate in public.
Of course Sweden wasn't the only one that had been changed, since the little micro-nation had joined their family. Denmark, himself, had been changed by the energetic little sea fort.
He remembered a moment, when Berwald and Tino were called away to an emergency meeting with their bosses, and he had been the only person that they could find to watch the (at the time) 4 year old little boy.
Sweden had threatened Matthias, within an inch of his life, that is anything happened to his son while they were away; he would pay dearly.
*Flashback*
"He goes to bed at 9 o'clock, and he needs a bath tonight." Tino instructed, as he quickly wrote everything on a notepad for Matthias, along with there cell phone numbers, and emergency numbers incase they didn't answer.
"Got it." The wild blonde scoffed, as he opened a beer. He only managed to take one swig of the drink, before it was taken from his grasp. "HEY?!" Matthias exclaimed, only to be met with the stoic gaze of a certain swede.
"D'n't dr'nk 'r'und my s'n." Berwald growled, as he dumped the drink inquestion down the kitchen sink, and tossed the bottle in the garbage.
"Awe, lighten up Swe." Matthias said with a laugh, as he elbowed his younger sibling. "Lighten up."
"Y'u w'll n't dr'nk 'r'und my s'n." He repeated firmly.
*End Flashback*
The Dane smirked; the child had brought about a change in his drinking. He no longer drank around the child, and there was no one to date, that could make him do that... other then his Norwegian boyfriend, Lukas.
Matthias was still smiling, as he got off the plane. The airport was a little crowded, but what struck the blonde, was that they were all gathered around T.V's stationed around the building. Some type of news broadcast was playing over all the televisions.
"Hey." He called to a man that was watching the report. "What's got everyone's attention?"
The man looked back to the spiky-haired Dane; his aged brown eyes softening at the sight of the young man. "There is a little ol' sea fort that belongs to the UK. It was created for use during the last war, but the people decided to make it a country." He explained with a small laugh.
Matthias nodded, as he replied. "Yeah, I know about it. It's called Sealand."
"Right." The elder man said with a nod, as he continued. "Well, the fort has fallen into a dismal amount of disrepair in the past few years; and it seems that the UK is re-taking the sea fort and dismantling it."
The Dane's eyes grew wide at the statement. "WHAT?! When did this start?!" He shouted, not caring that he was drawing the attention of the other people in the airport, as he dropped his bags, and grabbed the lapels of the man's jacket.
"A-a few hours ago." The man stuttered.
Matthias didn't wait around to hear anymore, as he quickly picked up his bags, and sprinted out of the building. He threw his things into a waiting cab, and slammed the door as he clambered into the back seat.
"Take me to 1375 Solskin Dr.; now!" He shouted, much to the shock of the driver. "It's an emergency!"