Monday
Luxembourg found herself walking down the familiar walkway in the mid-afternoon sun. It wasn't part of her usual routine, but she wanted to see how the two brothers were doing. Although there was another reason as to why she was coming by to visit.
"Hello, Miss Victorica!" greeted Sealand after opening the front door. "Hello, Peter," she greeted back. The boy moved aside as the petite woman came in. "How's Arthur doing?" she asked. Sealand was leading her to the living room. "He's—"
"Bloody hell, I lost again!"
The boy dashed off as soon as he heard Britain. "No fair, that's cheating!" he cried out as he skidded into the room. Luxembourg followed close behind, wondering what was going on. What she saw was quite a surprise. "You un-pause the game to keep playing without me, and you lose?" Sealand started laughing. "You're terrible at video games!" Sitting on a maroon wing-back chair with his left leg in a cast resting on a matching ottoman, was a fuming Britain. "Zip it! Why did I agree to do this!?"
"Is everything alright?" asked Luxembourg. Britain snapped his head around and felt his cheeks heat up, embarrassed. "Oh, good afternoon, Victorica, What brings you here?" She walked over to him from the doorway. "Good afternoon, Arthur. I came to see how you were doing with your cast." The previous day when Britain had slipped off of the rocks, he had hurt his ankle, unbeknownst to him until he and Sealand finished playing in the ocean. The island nation sighed, "Well, it hasn't been easy, but I've been managing."
"Right, managing," Sealand repeated sarcastically. "What is that supposed to mean?" asked Britain, irked at the boy's tone. "Arthur has been complaining all day about how he can't move or do anything on his own," explained Sealand. "But, it has been fun playing together." Britain's expression softened and he smiled. "Peter, could you get Victorica a cup of tea please?" he asked. Before the woman could decline, Sealand jumped up from the couch. "Righty-O!" The boy dashed off to the kitchen.
"I could have gotten it myself, Arthur," commented Luxembourg as she sat in Sealand's spot. "I know, it's just that I wanted to thank you," he started, "Everything has been better since our weekend trips. It may sound like I'm exaggerating, but the changes are very obvious. We have a mutual respect for each other now, although it may be hard to tell at times." The woman chuckled. "Well, that's bound to happen at times; it happens a lot to me and my older sister." She looked thoughtfully at a World Summit group picture Arthur had hanging by the fireplace, her standing between her older siblings. "But we also know that no matter what happens we'll always be there for the other one."
"Well I'm ever grateful to you that Peter and I have a relationship—"
He cut himself off as the two heard a shatter in the kitchen followed by a soft "oh-oh." Britain's eye twitched. Luxembourg smiled nervously. "Well, I never said siblings never found themselves mad at each other."
"Peter!"