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Chapter 9:

Relaxation and Deceit

The door opened, revealing the owner of the house to be in a state of confusion over Sealand's unexpected appearance.

'…Peter?'

Sealand's beamed wider. 'Hi, Jerk~! Didja' miss me?'

England blinked, furrowed his brow, then sighed in frustration and rubbed the bridge of his nose to gather his thoughts. He was honestly at a loss for words…which wasn't all that surprising given who he was always surrounded by at the Meetings. Ignoring the beaming imp in front of him, he stepped slightly out of the doorway to look for the boy's usual entourage. But there were no extra cars nor any adoptive parents in sight. Turning his attention back to his headache, he lifted an eyebrow.

'How did you get here?'

Sealand bounced on his toes at being addressed finally – still brimming with energy. 'I took a taxi. And a plane before that. …And another taxi before that –'

'I think I meant, 'Where are your parents?'

'Still visiting Nor- Lukas. I wanted to come back here, so they let me come ahead!' It was best to tell a half-truth; Sealand was a bad liar, anyway and England had always been able to see through his out-right lies.

England looked skeptical despite his half-true answer. 'And you wanted to just visit me out of the goodness of your angelic little heart.'

Sealand didn't even try to justify that one as he walked past England into his house. 'Psh! No. I wanted to go back to MY country. But I need you to rent me a boat to take me there….' Here he looked up at England with a pleasant smile and wide eyes.

England snorted and pushed the door closed. 'Have you contacted your 'boss' yet? I'm sure they can cover your expenses with their 'economy'.'

Sealand really wished sometimes he could clock that bushy brow, but he had long became used to England's opinion of his independency, so it didn't faze him…too much.

'He's busy,' he said with a pout that informed England he was being unreasonable.

England sighed and walked past Sealand, heading for his abandoned teacup. 'Fine, fine. When do you want to go? Now?'

'Um…no. Not yet. Tomorrow?' He said, shuffling a bit nervously.

'Then I suppose you expect to stay here.'

'Yes!' came the cheery reply.

An exasperated huff. 'You need to call ahead of time for these types of things! What if I had been out? Or in another country? You would have been waiting for days and then where would you be?'

'Uh…outside?'

'Outside and alone and…and dead.'

'I think that's an overstatement.'

'It is not; it is cold outside at night and you would freeze. Then your parents would blame me for your irresponsibility. Think ahead of time from now on.'

Sealand had been thinking ahead of time. He had timed it so he would be out of the country of Norway and in England before the others found out about his disappearance. Upon arriving so suddenly and bare, England would have no choice but to invite him in for a while. Sometimes Sealand surprised himself with his cunning. He felt his face turn into a self-satisfied smirk. Awesome Detective Sealand. It had a nice ring. Gilbert would be jealous but he could be the sidekick for once! Sealand cackled evilly inside his head as his smirk grew on the outside. England, seeing this, misinterpreted.

'Do you find this situation humorous?'

Sealand popped out of his thoughts. 'Huh? No. I was, um, thinking about something else….'

'I see.' England stooped to pick up the paper he had been reading before Sealand's knock. He paused, however, and glanced back at the fort as his hospitable side kicked in. 'Do you need anything? Have you eaten yet?'

Sealand, taken aback at this more amiable tone coming from his brother, answered. 'Um…no, not really. I'm really tired, though.' He had slept on the plane but seeing as how the time difference between England and Norway was only by one hour…it wasn't a very long flight. Not. At. All.

England straightened and headed for the kitchen. 'Then you can eat first and take a nap afterwards. Seeing as you're already here, I might as well change my list of things to do to babysitting,' he said with a slight sarcasm to his voice that under-shadowed his enthusiastic step which only those who've lived with the grumpy but sophisticated nation would be able to see.

Sealand stared after England with a confused look on his face. What was he so excited about? He'd done nothing but complain since Sealand got here. He shrugged – the jerk was always weird and hard to figure out – and followed the elder occupant into the kitchen where England was seen already attempting to cook something on the stove. Pretty purple smoke drifted up from the future concoction. Sealand gazed at it while letting his mind relish in the freedom of not thinking of anything depressing.

Then it hit him. What was he doing just standing here! When one lived with England's food for years one grows accustomed to it. But when one leaves and is spoiled by other palates one does not return to England's foods! Sealand's body would not be able to handle it anymore! Well, maybe it could, he was a steel fort after all, but what if it couldn't! He'd seen what it did to other countries, those poor souls. Maybe he should leave while he could. Upstairs. He didn't want to go to his country just yet, he wanted to be around some other country like him; someone who wasn't a Nordic. Just for a little while. He backed quietly out of the kitchen and silently trekked down the hallway to his old room (converted to a simple spare guest room upon his permanent departure). Opening the door and sliding through the crack brought him to face the room he used to call his. Well, in his mind he still called it his. Plenty of his old toys and drawings from when he had been smaller had been moved to England's storage room in the basement. Though a lot of him had been moved from the room there were still faint wisps of his habitance – the faint marks on the bottom part of the far wall from the wacky time he thought he could dig a neat underground tunnel to the outside with a fork (because it had better edges in which to dig into the dirt). Luckily he had hid the marks on the clean wall well enough to avoid the obvious strapping he would receive had they been uncovered. There were other examples of evidence but he was too tired to waste time looking around, reminiscing. Trudging over to the bed, Sealand plopped onto it, sighing pleasantly at its cool feeling. Remembering the fate that awaited him should he be caught awake was enough incentive to scramble under the covers and close his tired eyes. Faking sleep was not necessary as he drifted off into slumber almost immediately.

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Waking up a few hours later still left him feeling groggy despite the nap. Why did you always feel worse when you took a nap? It was like your body wanted all eight hours of sleep or none at all. His stomach was trying to kill itself, though, so he reluctantly got up from the comfy bed, stretching his muscles awake as he did. He wiped the sleep from his eyes as he walked down the hall. It was rather quiet in the lovely, quaint home England owned outside of London, but that was to be expected. The country wasn't exactly known for being rowdy. Well, at least not on his own. His jerk brother sure liked to ye

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