Paper Planes Act Two

Finland had always been the cheerful, optimistic guy.

And even though he always reacted quite angry when Sweden declared him his 'wife', it was still obvious that he was more the girlie type.

And, as it turned out too, he could act like a mother as well.

A mother whose baby had been taking away by a hooligan, England thought, yeah, that was how he looked like.

Otherwise he wouldn't sit there on Arthur antique couch like that, staring at him with a glare, his teacup raised hallways, not moving, while Sweden beside him kept his eyes closed and made a 'I'm-not-really-here-sort-that-out' expression and drank his own tea.

He HAD told Sealand to talk with his adoptive parents first.

Of course he HAD NOT told them.

„You sick, sick person" Tino said, ripping him from his thoughts.

Arthur blinked.

„I beg you pardon?"

To his surprise Sweden laid a hand on Finnlands shoulder whose expression snapped to a worried one immediately.

„Oh sorry England I spoke without thinking!"

„It's me who has to apologize. I should have seen that he lied about telling you.."

It's been two months since England agreed to help Sealand.

On the condition of not to make any trouble again like selling passports as in the past and not using any money for the wealth of their 'nobles', England would give little help one after one to give Sealand a stable standing. A contract was made. Sealand agreed to all conditions and a long fight between them was finally over. The question if Sealand was a nation or not had been left out. ( 'Because it's obvious' both of them thought..)

Finland still looked upset. „What do you think will come out of this? It was good how it was, wasn't it?"

Arthur was about to reply as the front-door crushed open with a banging noise. He nearly automatically yelled 'Alfred!' but stopped himself wondering why.

„ARTHUR!"

The door to the living room crashed open even louder and Sealand rushed in.

„Guess what, another one asked for.."

He froze in the second he saw the other nations, his mouth still agape.

Sweden got up and pulled Arthur with him, leaving the other two alone. Finnlands eyes followed Sweden and he swallowed.

„They've t' sort't out thr'self's" the tall blonde said once they were in the kitchen.

There was a long silence, both of them leaning against the counter, waiting. He could hear them arguing, Sealands voice louder at first, then only Finnlands. A long pause followed, he looked to Sweden, who seemed relaxed. He knew them better after all.

The two talked quieter now, and Arthur just decided to make more tea as Sweden spoke.

„I gotto thank y'fr doing this f'r Pete" he said evenly.

„Honestly, I doubt that it will work" he replied but smiled a bit „He'll still need you two."

Sweden just nodded. Arthur got the tea ready and they went back together. The tall nation looked scary sometimes, but he had his heart on the right spot.

When Arthur peeked into the room, Sealand was sitting on Finnlands lap, arms wrapped around him tightly, Finland playing with his hair smiling.

„Hey hey Arthur! Let's make a mark into the door frame in the kitchen to see if I will grow!"

Sealand seemed really excited about the idea. Arthur groaned. He just finished reading the conditions for the contract he had made up to the smaller one.

„Would you listen? You boss didn't even agree yet!"

„Come on, they will eat your face when they see it"

Arthur's eyebrows went up. „Eat my face?"

„Yeah" the child said, looking around in the room, obviously not listening. When he had the feeling that Arthur wouldn't talk more, he looked at him again. „So, how about it? Making marks??"

It just sounded like a bad idea. England sighed, laying the papers aside. He still doubted that this would bring anything. He had even thought about taking steps that would not work on propose to make Sealand give up, but that would be even worse, right?

„Alright then" He let out another sigh and stood up, Sealand jumping off the couch immediately and running into the kitchen.

„Whoa that's so cool! Did you do that with America too?"

England slowed down in his tracks searching for something to mark the boys height. „ No.. I didn't.. He grew much to fast for something like that.."

„That makes it even cooler!"

Arthur grinned uptight. Those two would never get along. And he hadn't thought about Alfred that way in a long time, so he just shook his head and crouched besides the child. „You have to take your shoes of.."

Now they stood there, three months later. Both faces pale. Sealand felt as if he was about to puke. Arthur just kept staring on the door frame behind him. So he didn't grow at all? Why hadn't England said anything for minutes now? „What's wrong?" he asked, his voice cracking. Standing still that long drove him insane.

Arthur opened his mouth in disbelieve, but it took him some moments to say something. He took the ruler and the pen and marked the height. Sealand felt tears coming up. Why did he mark it if he didn't grow at all?"

When Arthur finally spoke, his voice was cracked too.

„Holy crap, it really works."

The boy turned around and stared at the mark, several centimetres above the first.

It bloody worked.

Should I bother you with details? I suppose not, but a little bit of explanation is needed here.
It seemed like Sealands body, able to exist for such a long time without any attention, reacted to any development quite strongly.

My boss had been declared totally insane for what he did.

The media kissed his feet for it.

There had been a press-conference with my boss announcing that Sealand would get help to take care that this 'historical important' (and I rolled my eyes on that) place would remain.

The government offered help to anyone who would be interested in living there to make the place acceptable to live in and signalized to take further steps in the future, maybe even make the base bigger.

Different reactions followed.

Firstly, media all over Europe used the opportunity to dig out Sealands historical background, what was part of the plan. Most people didn't know about it and as always, they used the useless information to distract themselves from their actual problems. This contained bad talking, too. But I'd seen that coming, too.

I was worried. What if the interest by the media was everything? It would be over quickly, and if no one answered to the actual offer... Sealand had grown by just this attention. And when the attention vanished? What would happen to Peters Body? There had never been a situation like this before.

But it came different.

Applicants came. Most weren't serious, but some were, and that was all that counted. It really worked.

I stood beneath Sealand, who was practically glowing, as a TV-Team came to his base and had a talk with my boss right at the place. Compared to all the bitterness that had filled the little body behind his cheerful personality, he really bloomed and Finland seemed to be the happiest about this.

After several meaningless questions a wicked smile split the interviewers face.

"Wouldn't it be easier to just drop the station? It contains no environmental questionable substances, so why didn't you leave it as it was? Didn't it only cause problems so far?"

Sealand paled, but pressed the lips together.

My boss looked over the interviewers shoulder at me. And there was a rather shrewd expression in his eyes that I'd like to see more often, really, because most of all times he was a bloody jerk.

I placed a hand on Sealands head.

"There are other things than money that count, you know? If we'd throw everything away like that, what would we show our children? After all, this base was build for war, if someone would live here now, that would be something to be proud of in the future."

I smiled sloppy. Just HOW campy could that guy be? Francis would have busted into tears.

Sealand hugged my leg.

I sighed.

"Your boss is really a sissy" he mumbled into the cloth of my trousers.

The hood of his light-blue anorak hid his face, but I could feel the cloth, that got damp from the light rain, get even wetter were his face was.

"Who's a sissy?" I asked smiling. "Come on, let's go inside"

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Kenzie: And this will really become USUK?

Me: ..How bout UKUS?

Kenzie: Go die please

Me: Al appears in the next chapter..

Peter: Oh please, No!

Arthur: That git did good not to show up yet

Me: come on Arthurrr~ or i'll get you drunk! You know what happends if Arthur+Drink+Alfred?

Peter: Hu?

Arthur: /// Don't know what you're talking 'bout...

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