Title: Two Minutes

Pairing: Sweden x Findland and Sealand as their kid

Rating: K or K plus

"BERWALD, PETER ISN'T HOME YET." Tino screamed, interrupting the silence of the house. Berwald instantly shot to his feet and began running in the direction Tino's voice had come from. He stopped in the doorway to the living room and watched as Tino pressed his face to the glass of the window, looking for Peter.

"Tno, s'okay. Pter's fne."

"I DUNNO BERWALD, HE'S TWO MINUTES LATE."

"Stp yllng. Clm dwn."

"TWO WHOLE MINUTES."

"Tino calm down!" Lukas yelled from his room. "I'm trying to study, I have a test tomorrow!"

"Yeah, he's got a test tomorrow!" yelled Mathias. "We're studying!"

"Mathias get the fuck out of my room."

"But Lukie-"

"OUT. NOW."

"BOTH OF YOU BE QUIET OR I WON'T HEAR WHEN PETER GETS HOME."

Silence. Then a stage whisper of: "Lukie I have to be quiet so let me stay in her with you-" It was shortly followed by a banging sound and then what sounded like someone being slapped- the someone being Mathias, probably.

Suddenly the the front door is slammed open and in strolls Peter, eyes bright and smile wide. He's covered from head to toe in small scratches and one of his knees is badly scraped up, blood trickling slowly down his leg.

"Hello! Hey, Mama, Papa, guess what? Today I got in this fight at school and the teachers had to break us apart but I totally would've won- oh, and today on my way home I tripped on a rock and fell into a bunch of brambles and I my knee's bleeding now. Hey, can I have a snack? I'm really hungry." And off he walked into the kitchen, leaving Tino to stare with wide eyes at the scrape on his knee. Berwald walked over to him and laid a hand gently on his shoulder.

"Tno, brthe." he murmured. Tino took in a deep, deep breath, and let it out in a scream: "PETER YOU GET BACK IN HERE RIGHT THIS MINUTE AND TELL ME WHAT YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE DOING GETTING YOURSELF INJURED LIKE THAT AND WHAT'S THIS I HEARD ABOUT A FIGHT AT SCHOOL WHAT DO YOU MEAN WHY WERE YOU FIGHTING DO I HAVE TO TALK TO THEIR PARENTS OR THE TEACHERS DO I NEED TO START HOMESCHOOLING YOU PETER?!" Tino took another deep breath, as if he was going to continue his paragraph-long rant, but Berwald quickly cupped a hand over his mouth and pulled him to the couch, sitting him gently down on it.

"I'll mk tea," he told Tino gently. "Tht'll clm you dwn." He turned from his "wife" and walked to the kitchen, setting a kettle on one of the back burners of the stove and then turning to Peter, who was digging through the fridge.

"Pter, wht hppnd?" he asked in his dad-voice, which is the voice that tells a kid that he or she will be in big trouble if they don't answer. Peter turned slowly from the fridge and shot Berwald a guilty look.

"Well, there was this kid today during recess who was being mean to Emil and Kaoru so I went up to them and punched them in the face and then they punched me back so I kicked them in the nuts and then the teachers broke us up." This all came out in such a rush that Berwald, a notoriously slow speaker, had a hard time understanding it at first. When he finally figured out what his son had said he felt like beaming with pride. Peter had just been protecting his friends- and not only that, he had won the fight, so what was the harm? He glanced down at his son's knee and then remembered what had started this whole thing anyway.

"C'mon, Pter, lt's tk care of tht knee." He reached forward and grabbed Peter's hand, leading him from the kitchen to the bathroom. He cleaned off Peter's knee (his pride going when his son didn't even complain at the stinging of the water) applied some ointment, then grabbed a bandaid and pressed it on the scrape. He then checked over all of Peter's little bramble scratches, applying ointment and bandaids to the bigger scratches, before leading Peter back into the kitchen and getting him a snack. He sat Peter down at the dining room table just as the kettle began whistling. He poured some hot water over a chamomile tea bag, drizzled in some honey, then moved to the living room to give the tea to Tino, who was now watching Peter eat with a rather preoccupied look on his face.

"Here," Berwald said, handing the mug to Tino, who accepted it with a soft humming sound and then sipped at it. Berwald sat at the couch next to Tino and wondered idly if now was an okay time to pull Tino's face to his and kiss him.

"What if we homeschooled him?" Tino piped up suddenly, eyes still glued to Peter. "Then he wouldn't get into fights with other kids, because there'd be no other kids. It'd just be him here, and Emil, I suppose we could homeschool him too, and-"

"Tino," Berwald said clearly, grabbing his "wife" by the shoulders and turning him so that they were looking into each other's eyes. "He's a kd. Let 'im be a kd."

Tino looked searchingly into Berwald's eyes, then set his mug on the ground and threw himself into his partner's arms. "I was so worriiiiiiiied!" he wailed. "I thought he was hit by a caaaaaaaaar!" Berwald wrapped his arms around Tino and shot Peter a look over his shoulder the he hoped told him to go play quietly in his room. Tino would probably take a long time to calm down again...

A/N Heh, how'd you like that epic Daddy!Sweden, eh? *smug look* And also I'M SO FUCKING SORRY VIVAAMERICA THIS TOOK SO LONG BECAUSE I WAS GOING TO WRITE HOLYGREATGRANDPAROMA'S REQUEST FIRST BUT I WAS HAVING WRITER'S BLOCK AND I ENDED UP WRITING ALL OF THIS TODAY AND I'M SOOOOOORRRRRRYYYYYYY! DX

As previously mentioned, this idea was brought to you by VivaAmerica! *country bumpkin voice* I hope I done good on 'er.