The frontdoor crushed open with a banging noise that clanged through the corridors of the old house, leaving a scared silence which was cut by a cheerful voice only seconds later.

"England! I've come to visit! You won't believe the bullshit I heard!" chirped the tall blonde in a singsong-voice.

No response came.

America frowned slightly and moved further inside. He never asked for permission to come in anyway.

"Englaaaaaaaaa~nd" he shouted and listened carefully. Nothing. No curses or growling or anything.

If England wasn't there he would just have to wait until he came back. He took a apple from the table in the kitchen and walked further in.

Just when he was about so open the door to the hallway, the handle moved by itself and the door swung open, almost hitting his forehead. He stepped back (it wasn't the first time that something moved around in England's house) and was about to scream out something about ghosts.

But something far worse looked though the open crack of the door, glaring at him annoyed

"Wha.."

He forgot to close his mouth.

A boy around the age of fiveteen looked at him, his thick brows knitted.

Arthur tunred into a child? No wait, his eyes are blue.. couldn't be... what the hell..?

The boy still glared at him.

"So you actually CAN look even dorkier. I thought it couldn't get worse.."

Americas mouth went shut. He was about to respond but got cut off by a voice behind him.

"Alfred?"

Both heads turned to England. He was standing in the door, a rather large brown paper bag in his arm. He looked at the tall blonde a bit surprised. It had been quite a while since they last met or talked privately on work.

Again, before America could respond, England spoke as he saw the boy beside him.

"Peter! Why aren't you in bed? Did I allow you to get up? You are all red, your fever isn't down yet!"

"I don't want to sleep! And this Idiot kept screaming around!" the boy, no, the teen, America corrected himself confused, said, and a strange feeling of a twisted deja vu tingled in the back of his mind but he ignored it.

So it really was Sealand. He looked at him again. It still sounded unbelievable.

When England stepped beside him he nearly reached the shoulder of the small man. Also the features of his face had changed, his cheekbones stronger, and it wasn't as round as before.

He tried to recall what Sealand had looked like before but had never paid much attraction to it. However, now he looked like a smaller copy of England, just the eyes a deep blue and the eyebrows not as thick. He was thin, and now that England pointed it out, also looked a bit feverish.

"Then sit down at the couch and watch TV. But put the blanket on. "

England saw the apple in Americas hand and took it, shoving it into Sealands hands.

"Hey, that was mine!"

"No it wasn't, it's from my kitchen.. as if you would ever bring something healthy with you." he added under his breath, giving him the shopping bag and pushing Sealand into the living room.

America wandered off into the kitchen. He couldn't watch England caring for that brat. He couldn't quite name it, but there was a ugly feeling inside him which he knew he shouldn't have.

Just as he set the bag down on the counter England walked in. He walked over to the table and took a apple for himself, raising just a eyebrow at the younger nation.

"What the hell England? What is he doing here? And why is he so freakin' big?!"

England took a bite of the apple and sighed. "I forgot. Your news contain not much from Europe."

"It was in your news?"

Trying to make it the shortest summary possible, he spoke in a low voice.

"He's living here again, he asked for help and I agreed. I put some money into his base and got some people to live there again."

The taller just continued staring at him blankly.

"He grew quite a bit and quite fast. He gets fevers all the time.."

"I know" America throws in suddenly, his voice sounding dry. "I had the same problem..." he explained when England knitted his brows.

"Oh.."

A small silence follows. Arthur suddenly didn't feel like eating anymore and swallowed hard.

America scratched the back of his head. "Well I guess it's worse with him, his body isn't really normal.."

Arthur just nodded.

They stood in silence again until a shuffling sound came from the doorway.

Sealand appeared, holding a thin blanket around his shoulders and leaning onto the doorframe.

"Arthur, could I have a tea, please?"

Arthur nodded, walking over to turn on the oven. Of course the brat shared Englands taste.

Sealands eyes wandered to America, who did not miss the warmth in his eyes before they turned cold and stared at him.

"Why are you still here? You are not welcomed." He said scarply, giving him a dirty look.

So he was still that egoistic "That's not your thing to decide, moron."

"Arthur doesn't want you here either. You blind or something?"

"So you decide what he wants and what not?"

"I can read the atmosphere. It's pretty dead."

"That's because you are here, making him your nurse!"

"He cares about me and helps me. You brag in here because 'bullshit you heard' for the first time since months!"

"I'm a hero, I have a lot to do!"

The comment actually hit America, since he used to stop by quiet often. There simply had been to much to do, he didn't forget, he told himself.

England took the kettle from the stove and poured the hot water into a pot. He never listened when they fought, ever since they started it when they first met. But America had a harder opponent now, he noticed even without following the bitching of them that continued behind him.

They finally stopped as he stepped beside Sealand and gave him the steaming cup, laying a hand on his brothers forehead to check the fever.

Alfred looked at them bolshy, trying to chase the ugly feeling away.

"I stay!" he declared aloud and walked into the livingroom.

Sealands eyes flollowed him narrowed, accepting the challenge.

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Hell is lying ahead- Yay!
Grownup!Sealand fascinates me a lot. The plot is ready, what do you think will happen? Is it obvious?