casually walks through a park by himself, wanting to feel like an ADULT.
demands that Sealand come home because it's getting dark.
refuses to come home just because it's getting dark and walking through a park at night proves just how much of an adult he really is!
Arthur
will
not take that as an answer, and is now looking for him. "Peter! Where are you?"
Alfred
says
totally endorses these rebellious behaviors, and gives the passing by Sealand a heroic thumbs up.
decides to hide under a slide when he hears his jerk brother.
Arthur
will
speak to Alfred later about his bad influence. But for now, he needs to find his brother. "Peter, this isn't funny, you little prat! It's_
getting dark!"
Sealand
likes
Al's thumbs up, encouraged to stay hidden longer. He stays hidden under the slide, though contemplates trying to run off.
laughs and slaps the Brit on the back. "Aw lighten up dude! He's probably totally alright, just havin' a little fun_
...Not that you know much about that."
scowls, swatting his hand away. "He can have fun in the morning, when I'm supervising him. It's too dark for him to be by himself."
Sealand
wonders
if he could make a run for it while his brother his distracted? He slowly peaks from under the slide to take a look.
takes the hint and pockets both of his hands. "Pfft, fine, you old grouch, don't take my incredibly good advice despite the fact that it
promotes individuality and would probably make you look like not such a stick in the mud."
scoffs. "Individuality my--" He pauses, seeing Peter. "Peter! I was looking for you!"
shouts. "RUN DUDE, THE BRITISH ARE COMING."
frowns when he's seen, but maybe he still has a chance! He quickly gets back under the slide, maybe Art will just assume it was a cat?
twitches, just barely restraining himself from hitting Alfred upside the head. But thanks to that, he knows for certain that it was Peter._
So, he approaches the slide, unamused. "I know you're there, Peter."
snickers, quite pleased at the look of sheer anger sweeping the Brit's face.
mumbles, trying to fake an accent to be more convincing, "'m not Peter. Wrong person."
Arthur
is
even more unamused, and takes Peter's hand. "Let's go home, it's dark."
snorts. "D'aw... Tough luck, little dude."
frowns. "Don't encourage him to wander around! What if he gets kidnapped?"
plants his hands on his hips, frowning right back. "I wandered around all the damn time, and was I kidnapped even once!? No."
pulls his hand away. "No! I don't want to go home yet and I'm fine by myself! I won't get kidnapped!"
keeps a firm grip on Peter's hand. "Times are different! Really, America, learn to be more responsible!" He then tugs on his brother's_
hand. "Let's go, Peter. Now."
folds hands over chest, frowning as he watches the Brit. Scoffs. "Yeah, yeah, sure, whatever, you're right and I'm wrong, I'm totally just
and irresponsible kid that doesn't know what he's talking about at all. I don't get by just fine. I'm not one of the most successful
nations in the world. NOPE. Not me."
hits his brother's hand, whining. "No! Let me stay! Faggot!" He decided slinging around cusswords increased his chances of staying. Yep.
scowls at him. "Get your head out of your arse, America. You wouldn't-- Peter!" He turns to look at Peter, frowning. "Don't curse!"
huffs. "Cause it totally makes sense telling him to shove it when you just swore."
glares at Arthur. "Fag~got!" He felt more like an adult cursing at his older brother than walking around alone.
sighs, exasperated already. "...Enough, Peter. We're going to go home, no matter what you call me. And America, enough with your cheeky
comments."
snarls quietly and turns around. "Whatever, I have really important stuff to do anyway."
rolls his eyes. "Oh, of course. Don't let me get in your way."
tugs his arm back. "I don't want to go. I'm not a kid!"
shoots a dark frown at the other. "When have I ever?" Leaves the Brit and the screaming nation behind.
frowns, turning his attention to Peter, now. "You -are- a child, Peter. You can come to the park tomorrow." Headaches. Headaches everywhere.
stomps his feet, then actually kicks! "I'm NOT a child, Jerkland! You just won't let me grow up! It's your fault!"
winces. "Ow! Peter, stop that! You're just not ready yet, alright?"
refuses to move. "When will you think I'm ready? I've been ready!"
sighs, frowning, and bends down to Sealand's level. "...Why do you want to be a nation so much, Peter?"
scowls, "So I can be better than you!" In reality he just wanted to be like his brothers, but he wouldn't say that outloud, nope.
frowns even more. "Is that really the reason...?"
Sealand
says
, "Yes!" He frowned back, glancing away.
shakes his head, standing up again and taking Peter's hand to lead him back to the house. "Then you're not ready to grow up yet."
start tugging his arm again. "Wait, yes I am! I want people to recognize me, too!" Casually refusing to admit wanting to be like his bros.
just continues walking. "You're not ready to be recognized as a country."
tries kicking at him again. "Why not?! I'm ready! You're not ready, jerk!"
winces a little at the kick, but continues tugging him along. "Being a country isn't just fame and glory, Peter."
Sealand
says
"I know, there's more! There's a lot more and I'm ready!" He stops trying to pull away after a while, just dragging his feet instead.
sighs. "No, you're not ready. You won't be for a long time."
grew frustrated. "Then when?! Don't just tell me 'in a long time,' I want to know when! Will you ever let me be a country?"
doesn't answer. He didn't want Peter becoming a country ever; it was... too dangerous.
continues when he doesn't get a response, "You can't just keep me like this forever! You don't even have use for my fort anymore!"
"Enough, Peter. We'll talk about this tomorrow, alright? For now, let's just go home."
"No! You won't talk about it tomorrow, you'll do the same thing as right now!"
"Because you're just not ready!"
Sealand
is
frustrated! "YOU'RE not ready, Arthur! Just let me try! I'll even build up slowly, if I have too!"
looks at him, frustrated. "You haven no idea what it means to be a nation, Peter! It's no longer about yourself! It's about everyone else!"
"Then show me!" Peter frowned, clenching his fist. "Show me how to be a nation like you!"
shakes his head. "...Alright. I'll show you back in the house."
calmed down a little at that, but a bit suspicious. "You will, really? Or are you just trying to get me home?"
"I promise. Really."
then completely stops dragging his feet and what not and walks with his brother normally. "You promised, so you have to do it now,
or it's a thousand needles in your eye!"
chuckles a bit. "Alright, alright. There isn't any need to get so graphic."
blinked when he chuckled, but he felt it was a good thing. At least they weren't arguing anymore.
soon arrives at his home, and opens the door. "Go on in."
goes in, sitting down in the nearest chair. He didn't have to be polite or anything in his brother's house, right? He kicks his shoes off.
arranges Peter's shoes neatly before turning to face him. "I promised you that I'd show you how to be a nation, right?"
"Yes! You did, you promised." He grew more anxious about it the more they mentioned it.
nods, and begins unbuttoning his shirt. "As soon as you become a nation, Peter, it's like being fitted in an armor of meat and being pushed
down into a den of lions."
scoffed, understanding what he meant but not wanting to believe it. "It can't always be like that."
takes off his shirt, letting Peter see all the scars on his chest. "Every agreement you make must benefit your people. If you don't crush
others, then others will crush you. Peace doesn't exist, Peter. We aim for it, but we'll never be able to get it. You'll be lied to, hurt,
and used; I don't want you to go through any of that."
stared, surprised that any of his brothers could ever get hurt. Then he looked away, frowning. Really, he didn't have anything to say.
looks at Peter for a long moment before pulling his shirt back on, and buttoning it up. "It's even worse, now. It's a test of wit and mental
capabilities. Stumble even once, and you might lose all that you worked for."
"Why did you become a nation then?" He looked at the floor, not sure what to think or say besides that.
"I didn't have a choice. There was constant fighting in my lands, so when my people proposed unity, I was quick to accept."
"If you had a choice, would you become a nation?"
Arthur
thinks
about it for a brief moment. "Honestly? No."
sits quietly, then gets up and walks over to Arthur and hugs him. "I still want to be a nation, though. But
I'll make sure you don't get hurt again!"
pauses, surprised, but soon hugs Peter back. "I can take care of myself. And I'd rather not have you make such a promise; those who do
often are the ones that end up causing the most... trouble."
shook his head stubbornly. "I don't care. I'll become an awesome nation and I'll protect everyone! I /promise/."
smiles wryly. "Someone else made that same promise, you know."
furrows his eyebrows, a bit disappointed someone beat him to it but it was to be expected, right? "Who?"
just pats Peter on the head. "Someone I believe is suffering a lot."
frowns, curious about who it is. "Tell me who! If they're having so much trouble, I'll help them!"
smiles a little, but doesn't disclose who it is. "...We'll see about that."
clenches his fist and lightly hits him. "Who is it? I can help them! You can leave it to us, okay? And you won't get hurt anymore!"
catches Peter's wrist. "You won't be able to help them yet. Just be a little patient, alright?"
still wants to know who. "But you can't tell me who you're talking about now?" He thinks for a moment. "Then what if I help you? Even if I'm
not a nation yet, I can still help you right?"
chuckles, letting him go. "You can help me by being safe."
wasn't very satisfied with that! "Why do you care so much about my safety, anyway? You're an old man and a jerk,
so why do you want me to be safe? I want to help you as much as I can!"
smiles slightly. "For the same reason you want to help me, I suppose."
tries to hit him lightly again. "Aren't there little things I can do to help you? I'll even do chores!"
shakes his head. "I'd prefer it if you left me to do them. For now, get washed; I'll start on dinner."
whines a bit, "But a lot of kids have chores! Don't start dinner, I'll help!" He insisted (his brother couldn't cook well anyway;
he definitely needed help!), then leaves to go get washed.
looks after Peter, slightly surprised. What had gotten into him...? With a shake of his head, he just goes to start dinner.
Sealand
will
be very upset if Arthur starts dinner ahem. He tries to get all washed and clean quickly just to help with the cooking.
Arthur
is
starting dinner, sorry!
finishes getting washed up and heads to the kitchen. As soon as he sees England started, he runs and tackles him. "I told you to wait!"
chuckles, nearly dropping the potatoes. "I haven't even done much yet, you little prat."
grumbles. "I want to help you, still!"
Arthur
thinks
, then nods. "Can you bring me some carrots and onions, then?"
smiles, happy he's able to help! He eagerly runs to the fridge and got out the carrots and onions, bringing them to his brother.
brings a chair over for Peter, so he could reach the counter easily. "I'm going to let you cut the vegetables, but you have to
promise to be careful, alright?"
's eyes lit up at that! Cutting vegetables sounded fun, after all! "I promise!" He got up on the chair and eagerly waited for the knife
and veggies.
Arthur
gives
Peter the knife. "You can cut them into thick slices; just make sure you look before you cut, okay?"
nods his head, taking the knife an carefully cutting the vegetables. "This is easy!"
"Careful, Peter; do it slowly. Put them into a bowl when you're done."
huffs, but goes slowly just as told. Though when he assumes Arthur isn't paying attention, he speeds up just a bit, keeping
his fingers away from the blade. Then when he finishes cutting up the veggies, he puts them in a bowl. "Okay!"
glances at the vegetables, and nods in approval as he prepares some meat. "Alright. Now get the potatoes and carefully slice off the skin."
nods and grabs a potato. Then he sets it on the counter, and uses the same knife to cut off big chunks of the corner. Then he holds the
potato up and cuts big slides off the side, the result being some rectangular potato without skin.
looks at Peter cut the potato and sighs, slightly exasperated and amused. What a waste... "...Good. Now cut that into smaller cubes."
cuts the potato into four cubes. "Smaller?"
takes the knife from Peter's hands. "Ah, no, that's perfect. You can go watch the telly now; I'll finish up here."
didn't want to stop helping! He frowned. "Can't I help you some more?"
smiles just slightly, and pats Peter on the head. "It's fine, you've done enough. I'll call you once everything is done."
mumbles. "Then I'll watch you cook instead!" Even though he was sure it'd be burnt but oh well, watching things burn was interesting too!
sighs, giving up. "Alright." He then goes on to cook, chopping the potatoes a bit smaller, peeling more things, and overall just forgetting
about the meat that was being cooked on the stove. Oops.
would point out the meat but for some reason, he wanted Arthur to burn the food. If he didn't, well it just wouldn't be his cooking.
hummed, not at all noticing the meat as he chopped the vegetables. It was only when he tried to transfer the carrots to the pan that he
realized the meat was starting to burn. "Shit!" he swore, quickly turning the stove off and flipping the meat.
looked away and tried to hide his snickering. Even though this was so typical of his brother, it was always funny.
sighed, not finding it funny at all. "...Well, it's only just slightly overcooked... it's fine."
"Don't you say that a lot..." But even if it did taste horrible, even he learned to get used to the taste, so he would eat it anyway.
insists, "Because it is!" With a huff, he continues cooking, just... slightly burning everything else as well.
thought of a new nickname then. "Burntland." He honestly thought that was a VERY CLEVER nickname.
glances back. "I beg your pardon?"
"Burnt. Land. It's gonna be your new name from now on! Jerkland was getting boring anyway."
frowns, clearly unamused. "It's -England-. Really, Peter, just when I thought you were starting to behave..."
smiles, clearly amused. "But I never call you England, 'cos you never call me Sealand. So it's always Jerkland. But now you're Burntland!"
sighs, just going back to the food. "You're not Sealand, because you aren't a nation. You're just Peter to me."
"Even if I'm not a nation, Sealand is the name of my fort! C'mon, you can at least acknowledge my fort, right, Burntlan?"
"Well, I'd much rather think of you as my brother more than a mere fort... so I think I'll call you Peter, still."
huffed. "Well, one day you will acknowledge me as Sealand! And I'll protect you, and everyone! I don't care what it takes."
chuckled, glancing down at his brother. "...That's a rather dangerous train of thought, Peter. You're saying that the ends will justify the
means."
crossed his arms. "Even if it's dangerous, I'm still gonna do it. You just wait, Burntland, you'll be surprised!"
shakes his head, making sure the meat didn't burn any more than it already did. "I hate surprises, though."
"Well, it's not /really/ a surprise since I've told you... But I'm gonna do it, so just wait!" He glanced at the burnt food again and
couldn't help but snicker.
just hummed in response, refusing to answer. When the food was all done, he set up the table, and sat down. "Go wash your hands, Peter."
nodded and walk over to the sink, reaching over to turn it on and rinse his hands with water and soap. When finished, he dried off his hands
and walked back to his brother.
Arthur
has
the chair pulled out for Peter. "Sit and eat. Remember to finish your vegetables, too."
sighed at the thought of finishing his vegetables. All of it? He'd rather not. He sat down and stared at his
food. He waited for England to sit down before actually eating.