/tilts head/ Um, mister Sweden, how come you’re hugging so tight?
Because i missed you.
<laughs> But Mister Sweden, we don’t talk much.
Thats why then?
I honestly thought that you didn’t like me much, Mister Sweden.
/tilts head/ Um, mister Sweden, how come you’re hugging so tight?
Because i missed you.
<laughs> But Mister Sweden, we don’t talk much.
/clinghug
/tilts head/ Um, mister Sweden, how come you’re hugging so tight?
/clinghug
“Ah! Mister Russia!” Peter breaks into a wide grin, “It was sure a whole lot of fun! But now I’m by myself, and so it’s kind of lonely…but I really hope that I can show you all the fun stuff I did!”
It’s starting to get cold and lonely…
allons-y !: fortroughes: Peter nodded again, still sniffling. He wiped his face…
Peter nodded again, still sniffling. He wiped his face with his sleeve and swallowed, “U—uhhuh. I’m sorry.”
“Oh, oh don’t be sorry!” Marianne chuckled, setting the boy down and wiping her dress off lightly. “Look here, I’ll get you some tissue and perhaps you could change out…
The child was left alone in the hall. He swallowed, then looked around. He tugged at the collar of the clothes again and sighed. He wished he could believe Marianne. He really, truly wished he could.
She returned not long later, holding a wad of tissues which she promptly handed to Peter to take. “Are we feeling better now?” she asked. She gave him a concerned look — he certainly didn’t seem better. “Come on, now, you really needn’t be so sad. In fact I’m pretty sure England will be coming home pretty soon, and we’ll want to welcome him with big, smiling faces, right?”
Peter nodded, then sniffled again. He smiled up at Marianne, but the older nation was not fooled so easily. England, perhaps, would not notice the tear-stained cheeks or the rose-colors under the boy’s eyes, but she could. And it broke her heart in so many ways.
Pleeeease? o3o
I DISAPPEARED
sorry everyone, I was at Otakon. ^^;;; I dressed up as Sealand, so I’ll be posting pictures soon, okay~?
Anyway, would anyone like to play?
Peter starts, then gasps. He launches himself at the German, “It’s Mister Germany! I gotta beat you up! Stop trying to hurt Arthur, you meany!”
Peter nodded again, still sniffling. He wiped his face with his sleeve and swallowed, “U—uhhuh. I’m sorry.”
“Oh, oh don’t be sorry!” Marianne chuckled, setting the boy down and wiping her dress off lightly. “Look here, I’ll get you some tissue and perhaps you could change out…
The child was left alone in the hall. He swallowed, then looked around. He tugged at the collar of the clothes again and sighed. He wished he could believe Marianne. He really, truly wished he could.
‘allo, Miss! <smiles and salutes> How are you today?
The child’s eyes lit up at Marianne’s words. He snuggled harder and choked down a tiny, almost inaudiable sob. “R-really? You’ll talk t-to him and tell him how much I miss him?” he whispered, sniffling as the tears rolled down his nose and onto Marianne’s shoulder. “You really, really would?”
“Of course, Peter, why wouldn’t I? I’m sure he’ll listen to me, and perhaps he’ll visit more.” Well, England nearly never listened to her, but in this case she’d make certain that he made an exception for this one time. He certainly couldn’t ignore his own brother; probably it had merely slipped his mind, for really the man wasn’t very human at all. Which was a good thing, something she envied, but something which had a tendency to hurt people like poor Peter. “I can’t make any promises — I’ve told you, he really is a busy man, he works himself to death, but at least if I tell him he’ll know, right~?”
Peter nodded again, still sniffling. He wiped his face with his sleeve and swallowed, “U—uhhuh. I’m sorry.”
Peter blinked back the tears and smiled up at France, but the older nation was not fooled this time, “Really, you think so?” he choked out, “But he never pays attention to me. Only when I make him pay attention to me, or I climb on his lap, or something. I never…he never comes to visit me. So I was thinking that maybe I needed to wear something different…”
“It’s nothing you’re doing, dear heart…” How to explain this to a child? Marianne was terrible with children, if she was honest with herself. “Arthur does love you, in his own way. He doesn’t like to show it often, but he does love you. You’re his brother, after all. But he’s also England, you see. He’s a busy man; running a country the way we do certainly isn’t easy, and he’s trying his hardest. Sometimes he forgets things, too, because he isincredibly forgetful. I’ll bet if he knew you missed him this much, he’d try his hardest to make a little more time for you, but that sort of thing is difficult when you’ve got meetings, and paperwork, and a country to keep happy. Tell you what: I’ll talk to him about it when next we meet, alright?”
The child’s eyes lit up at Marianne’s words. He snuggled harder and choked down a tiny, almost inaudiable sob. “R-really? You’ll talk t-to him and tell him how much I miss him?” he whispered, sniffling as the tears rolled down his nose and onto Marianne’s shoulder. “You really, really would?”
allons-y !: fortroughes: Peter blushed, then tugged at the collar again, “I found…
allons-y !: fortroughes: Peter blushed, then tugged at the collar again, “I found…
Peter blushed, then tugged at the collar again, “I found it in Arthur’s closet. I don’t know what it is, but it fits me and it feels kind of nice.” he paused, then toddled over to Marianne and lifted his arms up, “Can you pick me up, Miss France?”
“Sure thing,” Marianne murmured, stooping down to scoop Peter into her arms. “You certainly look lovely in those clothes, but I don’t think England would like you wearing them.” She paused, bit her lip, tried to find a gentler way to explain it. In all honesty she wasn’t sure whether or not England would mind the boy’s wearing America’s old clothing, but she could only assume that seeing him in them would only dredge up unpleasant memories and that time was one thing France didn’t like to bring up very often. “They were someone else’s, you see. One of his other brothers. Or — not quite his brother, but a former charge.”
The child tilted his head, not quite understanding what France was saying. He bit down on his lip and his eyes fell to the floor, “I-I did a bad thing?” he asked softly, covering his mouth with his hand, “I didn’t mean to, Miss Marianne. Honest. I-I just, they fit me and everything, so…so I wanted to wear them. That maybe Arthur would like me more if I did. I’m sorry.” he mumbled, tears forming in his eyes.
Marianne blinked rapidly and held the child away from her, momentarily shocked by the fact that he was quite obviously about to cry. “No, no, no, not bad at all, dear heart!” she assured him. “The clothes are just very, very special to E… Arthur. I’m sure he’d think it was adorable, you wearing this, because it fits you perfectly. But he loves you just the way you are, I’m certain. You needn’t pretend to be someone else!” Hoping to calm him down she gave him a broad smile. “Don’t you worry about it, it’ll be fine.”
Peter blinked back the tears and smiled up at France, but the older nation was not fooled this time, “Really, you think so?” he choked out, “But he never pays attention to me. Only when I make him pay attention to me, or I climb on his lap, or something. I never…he never comes to visit me. So I was thinking that maybe I needed to wear something different…”
Antonio perked up, an evil shiver striking down his spine. “Si, it’d make me very happy.” Antonio smirked down at Peter and held his hand out. “Come on, lets go back to the ship.” Antonio chuckled under his breath, applauding himself for such an easy grab. “When’s the last time you saw your brother, Peter?
Peter looked down at his hands and began to count, then held up six fingers, “This many days.” After a moment, however, he held up four more fingers, “No, wait, this many. Do you know where he is, Mister Antonio?”
Antonio grinned down at the boy, his hair ruffling his blonde locks. “Hmm, that long? You must be brave to be wondering around without him. You’ll be such a good pirate, just like your brother, but even better.” Antonio nearly bit his tongue as he listened to what he said. Better than Arthur? Antonio only hoped not, seeing as how Arthur had nearly killed him a number of times, though Antonio had nearly done that same. “I’m sure if you come with me, we can find your brother. If we don’t find him, he’ll find us, I promise you.”
This seemed to cheer up the child quite a bit. Peter lifted himself up higher in Spain’s hold and nuzzled the crevance between his neck and shoulder, “Really, Mister Antonio? You think so? I’ll be a good pirate? If I’m good, will Arthur pay attention to me more?” he asked, looking up at the nation for an answer with hope in his sea-blue eyes.
Peter blushed, then tugged at the collar again, “I found it in Arthur’s closet. I don’t know what it is, but it fits me and it feels kind of nice.” he paused, then toddled over to Marianne and lifted his arms up, “Can you pick me up, Miss France?”
“Sure thing,” Marianne murmured, stooping down to scoop Peter into her arms. “You certainly look lovely in those clothes, but I don’t think England would like you wearing them.” She paused, bit her lip, tried to find a gentler way to explain it. In all honesty she wasn’t sure whether or not England would mind the boy’s wearing America’s old clothing, but she could only assume that seeing him in them would only dredge up unpleasant memories and that time was one thing France didn’t like to bring up very often. “They were someone else’s, you see. One of his other brothers. Or — not quite his brother, but a former charge.”
The child tilted his head, not quite understanding what France was saying. He bit down on his lip and his eyes fell to the floor, “I-I did a bad thing?” he asked softly, covering his mouth with his hand, “I didn’t mean to, Miss Marianne. Honest. I-I just, they fit me and everything, so…so I wanted to wear them. That maybe Arthur would like me more if I did. I’m sorry.” he mumbled, tears forming in his eyes.
“Ah, I see. Hola, Peter!” Antonio replied with a teethy grin. He let go of Peter’s chin and stood up, looking out into the ocean. “You like the sea, si?” Antonio placed his hand on the back of Peter’s shoulder and glanced down at him. “You should join my crew. I bet you’d make great friends with Lovino.” At the mention of the italian’s name, Antonio’s face dropped in sadness. “Oh, that’s right. I dropped Lovino off, nevermind… but you can still be a part of my crew!” Having Peter was perfect bait to get Arthur once and for all.
Peter’s face softened at Antonio’s downtrodden face, His smile became quiet and knowing, “Okay, Mister. I’ll join your pirate crew, if that makes you happy.” he said quietly, wrapping his arms around Antonio’s neck and pulling him into a hug, “That sounds like fun. I don’t get to play with Arthur much, anyway.”
Antonio perked up, an evil shiver striking down his spine. “Si, it’d make me very happy.” Antonio smirked down at Peter and held his hand out. “Come on, lets go back to the ship.” Antonio chuckled under his breath, applauding himself for such an easy grab. “When’s the last time you saw your brother, Peter?
Peter looked down at his hands and began to count, then held up six fingers, “This many days.” After a moment, however, he held up four more fingers, “No, wait, this many. Do you know where he is, Mister Antonio?”
“Wah!” Peter yelps, then tackles the Canadian, “It’s Mister Mattie! Mister Mattie’s gonna play with me!”
((does this count as a starter))((It does indeed!))
Matthew grunted as Peter knocked him over with his tackle. “Hello Peter. What shall we play?”
The boy, seeming to ignore this question, continued to snuggle with his Canadian big brother, “I dunno, Mattie, but I wanna play with you! It’s boring and lonely without Arthur or anyone, but now Mattie’s here! I’m so happy!”
“Arthur’s gone?” Matthew tried to sit up under Peter. where was Arthur? He should be looking after the boy, not doing whatever else he was doing.
Peter nodded, then rolled on his side. “Uh-huh. Arthur isn’t around much. Mostly I’m off playing by myself at my fort.” He smiled, “I like my fort, but I like Arthur better.”
Matthew sat up and turned to face Peter. “You do?” He understood, Francis had been busy when he was a child so he had spent most of teh time by himslef, but had always wanted to play with his papa. “He should make time for you.”
The child rolled his face away from Canada, then blew out a long breath through his teeth. He glanced back and smiled, “No, it’s okay. I haveta concentrate on beating Mister Germany right now…Arthur’s busy, so I’m a little lonely, but that’s okay, cause I haveta beat Mister Germany.”
Sensing he was walking on sensitive ground with the child Mattew backed off, changing the subject to Germany. “Beat Germany? Why?”
“Cause, I was created to fight Germany.” Peter replied softly, clenching his fist a bit, “I was made to fight and destroy him.”
Matthew didn’t really know how to respond. “Well, think of that another time.” He had an idea “Want to make panckaes with me?”
Peter turned and sat up, “Pancakes?” he asked, tilting his head, “What’re those? I’ve never had them.”
“Never heard of pancakes!” Matthew was astounded. How…? ” He stood up and offered his hand “In that case we must make them now!”
Peter swallowed, a bit hesitant, but took Matthew’s hand. He steadied himself up and smiled, “I’m sorry, Mister Matthew.”
“That’s okay Peter.” Matthew lead him towarsd the kitchen “Call me just Matthew okay? We’re brothers, you needn’t be so formal.”
“Brothers? Really?” Peter asked softly, holding Matthew’s hand tighter, “We’re brothers?”
Matthew grinned. “Yes, our father is Arthur, right?” He blushed slightly. “So we are brothers!”
“Arthur’s our father?”
“Well, a father figure. I have two fathers” Francis and Arthur, one he liked and one he didn’t “Francis and Arthur. They are no less my father even if I’m not technically related to them.”
Peter frowns and looks down, studying his feet as he thought, “…Arthur isn’t my dad. He’s my empire. He created me to beat Mister Germany. Dads do things like take you fishing and kiss your bruises, right? Arthur’s too busy to do that stuff with me.”
Matthew frowned to himself. He needed to talk to Arthur about this, Peter need him badly. “Not all dads are the same. Some do that stuff, others show they care in different ways” He sat Peter at the table and began rummaging for pancake ingredients. “Now… Pancakes…”
Peter looked up at Matthew, and his face fell. He had said something wrong, he just knew it…taking a deep breath, the boy tried again, “If Arthur is a daddy, though, he does a good job. He’s real nice to me and he even bandages me up after I fight Mister Germany.”
\
“Cereal?” She hugged him back. “That’s really good! Arthur can’t even make cereal!”
“Oh, Arthur can make cereal.” Peter replied, pouting, “He can make eggs and scones and it’s yummy. I like eating with Arthur.”
That was a first. “You like Arthur’s food? Is there something wrong with your taste buds?”
The child swallowed, “Well, it doesn’t taste good, but when he cooks, that means I can stay with him…a-and I like being with him, so I like his food.”
“Oh Peter, you know you can stay with me. Arthur is a horrible parent, and cook, so I would be a much better candidate.” She paused. “How long have you been eating his food?”
Peter’s face fell as Lumi downtalked his older brother. He fidgeted, “I don’t get to eat his food much. Just when he lets me stay at his house…but I want to stay with Arthur, Miss Lumi. I like Arthur, and I like staying with him.”
Peter adjusts the old, scratchy fabric around his neck. He streches, and the sleeves of the outfit he found fit him perfectly. The child smiles down at his stuffed rabbit and holds it tightly. Soon, however, he is met by someone. He turns to look at the person, then tilts his head and smiles. “Hullo, how are you today?” he asks softly.
Marianne hadn’t been visiting for any particular reason, really. Often she simply found herself wandering, and here was where she was a couple train tickets later. It wasn’t really surprising, if she was honest with herself.
The house, she observed upon finding the spare key and waltzing inside, was as tidy as ever. And empty as well, it seemed. Sighing softly to herself she flopped down onto the couch, sprawling out in a manner befitting a child and trying to get comfortable. She had actually been dozing (though why she’d decided to take a nap in someone else’s house was as anyone’s guess) when of a sudden she heard a stirring from the hall.
Slowly Marianne sat up and hopped off the couch, bare feet landing quietly on carpet. She crept down the hall till finally she saw — well, but it couldn’t be — America? standing there, in the hall, stuffed rabbit in his arms.
She blinked as he spoke, and when she turned around she was relieved to see that it was in fact not America, she was not seeing things. Rather it was Peter, dressed in America’s clothes for whatever reason, and oh — England wouldn’t be happy about this.
“I’m fine, thanks,” said Marianne, a bemused sort of smile on her face. “Just dropping by. How about you? Where’d you get those clothes, eh~?”
Peter blushed, then tugged at the collar again, “I found it in Arthur’s closet. I don’t know what it is, but it fits me and it feels kind of nice.” he paused, then toddled over to Marianne and lifted his arms up, “Can you pick me up, Miss France?”
“Wah!” Peter yelps, then tackles the Canadian, “It’s Mister Mattie! Mister Mattie’s gonna play with me!”
((does this count as a starter))((It does indeed!))
Matthew grunted as Peter knocked him over with his tackle. “Hello Peter. What shall we play?”
The boy, seeming to ignore this question, continued to snuggle with his Canadian big brother, “I dunno, Mattie, but I wanna play with you! It’s boring and lonely without Arthur or anyone, but now Mattie’s here! I’m so happy!”
“Arthur’s gone?” Matthew tried to sit up under Peter. where was Arthur? He should be looking after the boy, not doing whatever else he was doing.
Peter nodded, then rolled on his side. “Uh-huh. Arthur isn’t around much. Mostly I’m off playing by myself at my fort.” He smiled, “I like my fort, but I like Arthur better.”
Matthew sat up and turned to face Peter. “You do?” He understood, Francis had been busy when he was a child so he had spent most of teh time by himslef, but had always wanted to play with his papa. “He should make time for you.”
The child rolled his face away from Canada, then blew out a long breath through his teeth. He glanced back and smiled, “No, it’s okay. I haveta concentrate on beating Mister Germany right now…Arthur’s busy, so I’m a little lonely, but that’s okay, cause I haveta beat Mister Germany.”
Sensing he was walking on sensitive ground with the child Mattew backed off, changing the subject to Germany. “Beat Germany? Why?”
“Cause, I was created to fight Germany.” Peter replied softly, clenching his fist a bit, “I was made to fight and destroy him.”
Matthew didn’t really know how to respond. “Well, think of that another time.” He had an idea “Want to make panckaes with me?”
Peter turned and sat up, “Pancakes?” he asked, tilting his head, “What’re those? I’ve never had them.”
“Never heard of pancakes!” Matthew was astounded. How…? ” He stood up and offered his hand “In that case we must make them now!”
Peter swallowed, a bit hesitant, but took Matthew’s hand. He steadied himself up and smiled, “I’m sorry, Mister Matthew.”
“That’s okay Peter.” Matthew lead him towarsd the kitchen “Call me just Matthew okay? We’re brothers, you needn’t be so formal.”
“Brothers? Really?” Peter asked softly, holding Matthew’s hand tighter, “We’re brothers?”
Matthew grinned. “Yes, our father is Arthur, right?” He blushed slightly. “So we are brothers!”
“Arthur’s our father?”
“Well, a father figure. I have two fathers” Francis and Arthur, one he liked and one he didn’t “Francis and Arthur. They are no less my father even if I’m not technically related to them.”
Peter frowns and looks down, studying his feet as he thought, “…Arthur isn’t my dad. He’s my empire. He created me to beat Mister Germany. Dads do things like take you fishing and kiss your bruises, right? Arthur’s too busy to do that stuff with me.”
“Wah!” Peter yelps, then tackles the Canadian, “It’s Mister Mattie! Mister Mattie’s gonna play with me!”
((does this count as a starter))((It does indeed!))
Matthew grunted as Peter knocked him over with his tackle. “Hello Peter. What shall we play?”
The boy, seeming to ignore this question, continued to snuggle with his Canadian big brother, “I dunno, Mattie, but I wanna play with you! It’s boring and lonely without Arthur or anyone, but now Mattie’s here! I’m so happy!”
“Arthur’s gone?” Matthew tried to sit up under Peter. where was Arthur? He should be looking after the boy, not doing whatever else he was doing.
Peter nodded, then rolled on his side. “Uh-huh. Arthur isn’t around much. Mostly I’m off playing by myself at my fort.” He smiled, “I like my fort, but I like Arthur better.”
Matthew sat up and turned to face Peter. “You do?” He understood, Francis had been busy when he was a child so he had spent most of teh time by himslef, but had always wanted to play with his papa. “He should make time for you.”
The child rolled his face away from Canada, then blew out a long breath through his teeth. He glanced back and smiled, “No, it’s okay. I haveta concentrate on beating Mister Germany right now…Arthur’s busy, so I’m a little lonely, but that’s okay, cause I haveta beat Mister Germany.”
Sensing he was walking on sensitive ground with the child Mattew backed off, changing the subject to Germany. “Beat Germany? Why?”
“Cause, I was created to fight Germany.” Peter replied softly, clenching his fist a bit, “I was made to fight and destroy him.”
Matthew didn’t really know how to respond. “Well, think of that another time.” He had an idea “Want to make panckaes with me?”
Peter turned and sat up, “Pancakes?” he asked, tilting his head, “What’re those? I’ve never had them.”
“Never heard of pancakes!” Matthew was astounded. How…? ” He stood up and offered his hand “In that case we must make them now!”
Peter swallowed, a bit hesitant, but took Matthew’s hand. He steadied himself up and smiled, “I’m sorry, Mister Matthew.”
“That’s okay Peter.” Matthew lead him towarsd the kitchen “Call me just Matthew okay? We’re brothers, you needn’t be so formal.”
“Brothers? Really?” Peter asked softly, holding Matthew’s hand tighter, “We’re brothers?”
Matthew grinned. “Yes, our father is Arthur, right?” He blushed slightly. “So we are brothers!”
“Arthur’s our father?”
“Wah!” Peter yelps, then tackles the Canadian, “It’s Mister Mattie! Mister Mattie’s gonna play with me!”
((does this count as a starter))((It does indeed!))
Matthew grunted as Peter knocked him over with his tackle. “Hello Peter. What shall we play?”
The boy, seeming to ignore this question, continued to snuggle with his Canadian big brother, “I dunno, Mattie, but I wanna play with you! It’s boring and lonely without Arthur or anyone, but now Mattie’s here! I’m so happy!”
“Arthur’s gone?” Matthew tried to sit up under Peter. where was Arthur? He should be looking after the boy, not doing whatever else he was doing.
Peter nodded, then rolled on his side. “Uh-huh. Arthur isn’t around much. Mostly I’m off playing by myself at my fort.” He smiled, “I like my fort, but I like Arthur better.”
Matthew sat up and turned to face Peter. “You do?” He understood, Francis had been busy when he was a child so he had spent most of teh time by himslef, but had always wanted to play with his papa. “He should make time for you.”
The child rolled his face away from Canada, then blew out a long breath through his teeth. He glanced back and smiled, “No, it’s okay. I haveta concentrate on beating Mister Germany right now…Arthur’s busy, so I’m a little lonely, but that’s okay, cause I haveta beat Mister Germany.”
Sensing he was walking on sensitive ground with the child Mattew backed off, changing the subject to Germany. “Beat Germany? Why?”
“Cause, I was created to fight Germany.” Peter replied softly, clenching his fist a bit, “I was made to fight and destroy him.”
Matthew didn’t really know how to respond. “Well, think of that another time.” He had an idea “Want to make panckaes with me?”
Peter turned and sat up, “Pancakes?” he asked, tilting his head, “What’re those? I’ve never had them.”
“Never heard of pancakes!” Matthew was astounded. How…? ” He stood up and offered his hand “In that case we must make them now!”
Peter swallowed, a bit hesitant, but took Matthew’s hand. He steadied himself up and smiled, “I’m sorry, Mister Matthew.”
“That’s okay Peter.” Matthew lead him towarsd the kitchen “Call me just Matthew okay? We’re brothers, you needn’t be so formal.”
“Brothers? Really?” Peter asked softly, holding Matthew’s hand tighter, “We’re brothers?”
“Wah!” Peter yelps, then tackles the Canadian, “It’s Mister Mattie! Mister Mattie’s gonna play with me!”
((does this count as a starter))((It does indeed!))
Matthew grunted as Peter knocked him over with his tackle. “Hello Peter. What shall we play?”
The boy, seeming to ignore this question, continued to snuggle with his Canadian big brother, “I dunno, Mattie, but I wanna play with you! It’s boring and lonely without Arthur or anyone, but now Mattie’s here! I’m so happy!”
“Arthur’s gone?” Matthew tried to sit up under Peter. where was Arthur? He should be looking after the boy, not doing whatever else he was doing.
Peter nodded, then rolled on his side. “Uh-huh. Arthur isn’t around much. Mostly I’m off playing by myself at my fort.” He smiled, “I like my fort, but I like Arthur better.”
Matthew sat up and turned to face Peter. “You do?” He understood, Francis had been busy when he was a child so he had spent most of teh time by himslef, but had always wanted to play with his papa. “He should make time for you.”
The child rolled his face away from Canada, then blew out a long breath through his teeth. He glanced back and smiled, “No, it’s okay. I haveta concentrate on beating Mister Germany right now…Arthur’s busy, so I’m a little lonely, but that’s okay, cause I haveta beat Mister Germany.”
Sensing he was walking on sensitive ground with the child Mattew backed off, changing the subject to Germany. “Beat Germany? Why?”
“Cause, I was created to fight Germany.” Peter replied softly, clenching his fist a bit, “I was made to fight and destroy him.”
Matthew didn’t really know how to respond. “Well, think of that another time.” He had an idea “Want to make panckaes with me?”
Peter turned and sat up, “Pancakes?” he asked, tilting his head, “What’re those? I’ve never had them.”
“Never heard of pancakes!” Matthew was astounded. How…? ” He stood up and offered his hand “In that case we must make them now!”
Peter swallowed, a bit hesitant, but took Matthew’s hand. He steadied himself up and smiled, “I’m sorry, Mister Matthew.”
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“Cereal?” She hugged him back. “That’s really good! Arthur can’t even make cereal!”
“Oh, Arthur can make cereal.” Peter replied, pouting, “He can make eggs and scones and it’s yummy. I like eating with Arthur.”
That was a first. “You like Arthur’s food? Is there something wrong with your taste buds?”
The child swallowed, “Well, it doesn’t taste good, but when he cooks, that means I can stay with him…a-and I like being with him, so I like his food.”
“Wah!” Peter yelps, then tackles the Canadian, “It’s Mister Mattie! Mister Mattie’s gonna play with me!”
((does this count as a starter))((It does indeed!))
Matthew grunted as Peter knocked him over with his tackle. “Hello Peter. What shall we play?”
The boy, seeming to ignore this question, continued to snuggle with his Canadian big brother, “I dunno, Mattie, but I wanna play with you! It’s boring and lonely without Arthur or anyone, but now Mattie’s here! I’m so happy!”
“Arthur’s gone?” Matthew tried to sit up under Peter. where was Arthur? He should be looking after the boy, not doing whatever else he was doing.
Peter nodded, then rolled on his side. “Uh-huh. Arthur isn’t around much. Mostly I’m off playing by myself at my fort.” He smiled, “I like my fort, but I like Arthur better.”
Matthew sat up and turned to face Peter. “You do?” He understood, Francis had been busy when he was a child so he had spent most of teh time by himslef, but had always wanted to play with his papa. “He should make time for you.”
The child rolled his face away from Canada, then blew out a long breath through his teeth. He glanced back and smiled, “No, it’s okay. I haveta concentrate on beating Mister Germany right now…Arthur’s busy, so I’m a little lonely, but that’s okay, cause I haveta beat Mister Germany.”
Sensing he was walking on sensitive ground with the child Mattew backed off, changing the subject to Germany. “Beat Germany? Why?”
“Cause, I was created to fight Germany.” Peter replied softly, clenching his fist a bit, “I was made to fight and destroy him.”
Matthew didn’t really know how to respond. “Well, think of that another time.” He had an idea “Want to make panckaes with me?”
Peter turned and sat up, “Pancakes?” he asked, tilting his head, “What’re those? I’ve never had them.”
\
“Cereal?” She hugged him back. “That’s really good! Arthur can’t even make cereal!”
“Oh, Arthur can make cereal.” Peter replied, pouting, “He can make eggs and scones and it’s yummy. I like eating with Arthur.”
“Wah!” Peter yelps, then tackles the Canadian, “It’s Mister Mattie! Mister Mattie’s gonna play with me!”
((does this count as a starter))((It does indeed!))
Matthew grunted as Peter knocked him over with his tackle. “Hello Peter. What shall we play?”
The boy, seeming to ignore this question, continued to snuggle with his Canadian big brother, “I dunno, Mattie, but I wanna play with you! It’s boring and lonely without Arthur or anyone, but now Mattie’s here! I’m so happy!”
“Arthur’s gone?” Matthew tried to sit up under Peter. where was Arthur? He should be looking after the boy, not doing whatever else he was doing.
Peter nodded, then rolled on his side. “Uh-huh. Arthur isn’t around much. Mostly I’m off playing by myself at my fort.” He smiled, “I like my fort, but I like Arthur better.”
Matthew sat up and turned to face Peter. “You do?” He understood, Francis had been busy when he was a child so he had spent most of teh time by himslef, but had always wanted to play with his papa. “He should make time for you.”
The child rolled his face away from Canada, then blew out a long breath through his teeth. He glanced back and smiled, “No, it’s okay. I haveta concentrate on beating Mister Germany right now…Arthur’s busy, so I’m a little lonely, but that’s okay, cause I haveta beat Mister Germany.”
Sensing he was walking on sensitive ground with the child Mattew backed off, changing the subject to Germany. “Beat Germany? Why?”
“Cause, I was created to fight Germany.” Peter replied softly, clenching his fist a bit, “I was made to fight and destroy him.”
The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe: fortroughes: The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe: Open RP ((please… enterthroughthewardrobe: fortroughes: enterthroughthewardrobe: fortroughes: enterthroughthewardrobe: fortroughes: enterthroughthewardrobe: fortroughes: Peter blinked, “Brother?” he asked, hands falling to his sides. He swallowed and smiled, “Who’s brother?” ((IT’S OKAY BRO, I’M A FAILURE ANYWAY)) “Alfred. Although you aren’t as loud and you haven’t tried to open the Wardrobe countless times.” She laughed. ((YOU ARE NOT A FAILURE.))
“Mister America?” Peter asked softly, tilting his head and raising an eyebrow, “I look like Mister America did?”
((KLEFJALIEAF I’M NOT HAVING THIS CONVERSATION AGAIN))
“Yes. Back when he was cute and innocent.” She looked at him and smiled. “Although, you look much better than he did.”
((I ONLY PREACH THE TRUTH.))
The child looked down and blushed a bright red. He swallowed and adjusted the collar, then hugged his rabbit friend tight to his chest, “Th-thank you, Miss Lumi.”
“You’re quite welcome.” She smiled. “Oh dear, I’m feeling a little peckish… Are you hungry Peter?” She looked at him.
The boy shook his head, “Nuh-huh, you gave me candy, ‘member?” he said, holding up the bag full of sweets, “I’ll eat these, Miss Lumi, but I’m sure Arthur won’t mind you eating from the fridge.”
“You sure?” She shrugs. “He shouldn’t… I think I am going stay away from anything that is burnt, and only use the things I know that he bought from the store. I wish he could cook better!” She laughed.
“I can cook!” Peter grinned, “Uncle Francis taught me how.”
“Thank goodness you can cook!” She let out a sigh of relief. “What do you know how to cook?
The child giggled, then hugged tighter, “I know how to make cereal!”
Peter blinked, “Brother?” he asked, hands falling to his sides. He swallowed and smiled, “Who’s brother?”
((IT’S OKAY BRO, I’M A FAILURE ANYWAY))
“Alfred. Although you aren’t as loud and you haven’t tried to open the Wardrobe countless times.” She laughed.
((YOU ARE NOT A FAILURE.))
“Mister America?” Peter asked softly, tilting his head and raising an eyebrow, “I look like Mister America did?”
((KLEFJALIEAF I’M NOT HAVING THIS CONVERSATION AGAIN))
“Yes. Back when he was cute and innocent.” She looked at him and smiled. “Although, you look much better than he did.”
((I ONLY PREACH THE TRUTH.))
The child looked down and blushed a bright red. He swallowed and adjusted the collar, then hugged his rabbit friend tight to his chest, “Th-thank you, Miss Lumi.”
“You’re quite welcome.” She smiled. “Oh dear, I’m feeling a little peckish… Are you hungry Peter?” She looked at him.
The boy shook his head, “Nuh-huh, you gave me candy, ‘member?” he said, holding up the bag full of sweets, “I’ll eat these, Miss Lumi, but I’m sure Arthur won’t mind you eating from the fridge.”
“You sure?” She shrugs. “He shouldn’t… I think I am going stay away from anything that is burnt, and only use the things I know that he bought from the store. I wish he could cook better!” She laughed.
“I can cook!” Peter grinned, “Uncle Francis taught me how.”
“Wah!” Peter yelps, then tackles the Canadian, “It’s Mister Mattie! Mister Mattie’s gonna play with me!”
((does this count as a starter))((It does indeed!))
Matthew grunted as Peter knocked him over with his tackle. “Hello Peter. What shall we play?”
The boy, seeming to ignore this question, continued to snuggle with his Canadian big brother, “I dunno, Mattie, but I wanna play with you! It’s boring and lonely without Arthur or anyone, but now Mattie’s here! I’m so happy!”
“Arthur’s gone?” Matthew tried to sit up under Peter. where was Arthur? He should be looking after the boy, not doing whatever else he was doing.
Peter nodded, then rolled on his side. “Uh-huh. Arthur isn’t around much. Mostly I’m off playing by myself at my fort.” He smiled, “I like my fort, but I like Arthur better.”
Matthew sat up and turned to face Peter. “You do?” He understood, Francis had been busy when he was a child so he had spent most of teh time by himslef, but had always wanted to play with his papa. “He should make time for you.”
The child rolled his face away from Canada, then blew out a long breath through his teeth. He glanced back and smiled, “No, it’s okay. I haveta concentrate on beating Mister Germany right now…Arthur’s busy, so I’m a little lonely, but that’s okay, cause I haveta beat Mister Germany.”
Peter blinked, “Brother?” he asked, hands falling to his sides. He swallowed and smiled, “Who’s brother?”
((IT’S OKAY BRO, I’M A FAILURE ANYWAY))
“Alfred. Although you aren’t as loud and you haven’t tried to open the Wardrobe countless times.” She laughed.
((YOU ARE NOT A FAILURE.))
“Mister America?” Peter asked softly, tilting his head and raising an eyebrow, “I look like Mister America did?”
((KLEFJALIEAF I’M NOT HAVING THIS CONVERSATION AGAIN))
“Yes. Back when he was cute and innocent.” She looked at him and smiled. “Although, you look much better than he did.”
((I ONLY PREACH THE TRUTH.))
The child looked down and blushed a bright red. He swallowed and adjusted the collar, then hugged his rabbit friend tight to his chest, “Th-thank you, Miss Lumi.”
“You’re quite welcome.” She smiled. “Oh dear, I’m feeling a little peckish… Are you hungry Peter?” She looked at him.
The boy shook his head, “Nuh-huh, you gave me candy, ‘member?” he said, holding up the bag full of sweets, “I’ll eat these, Miss Lumi, but I’m sure Arthur won’t mind you eating from the fridge.”
Peter smiles, “Hullo! Who might you be?”
Peter blinked, “Brother?” he asked, hands falling to his sides. He swallowed and smiled, “Who’s brother?”
((IT’S OKAY BRO, I’M A FAILURE ANYWAY))
“Alfred. Although you aren’t as loud and you haven’t tried to open the Wardrobe countless times.” She laughed.
((YOU ARE NOT A FAILURE.))
“Mister America?” Peter asked softly, tilting his head and raising an eyebrow, “I look like Mister America did?”
((KLEFJALIEAF I’M NOT HAVING THIS CONVERSATION AGAIN))
“Yes. Back when he was cute and innocent.” She looked at him and smiled. “Although, you look much better than he did.”
((I ONLY PREACH THE TRUTH.))
The child looked down and blushed a bright red. He swallowed and adjusted the collar, then hugged his rabbit friend tight to his chest, “Th-thank you, Miss Lumi.”
Peter blinked, “Brother?” he asked, hands falling to his sides. He swallowed and smiled, “Who’s brother?”
((IT’S OKAY BRO, I’M A FAILURE ANYWAY))
“Alfred. Although you aren’t as loud and you haven’t tried to open the Wardrobe countless times.” She laughed.
((YOU ARE NOT A FAILURE.))
“Mister America?” Peter asked softly, tilting his head and raising an eyebrow, “I look like Mister America did?”
((KLEFJALIEAF I’M NOT HAVING THIS CONVERSATION AGAIN))
The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe: Open RP ((please come and play~~!))
Peter adjusts the old, scratchy fabric around his neck. He streches, and the sleeves of the outfit he found fit him perfectly. The child smiles down at his stuffed rabbit and holds it tightly.
Soon, however, he is met by someone. He turns to look at the person, then tilts his head and smiles. “Hullo, how are you today?” he asks softly.
She wanted to check how little Peter was doing, since she has not seen him in a while. She had a little bag of sweets she brought for him from Narnia, hoping that he liked them.
She found him minutes later wearing this unusual outfit, she hasn’t seen anyone wear that in a while, although she thought he looked cute in it. She saw him smiling at her and replied to his greeting. “‘Ello Peter! I am well, thank you, and yourself?”
The child’s face immediatly brightened up as he launched himself, “It’s miss Narnia!” he cheered as he wrapped his arms around Lumi’s torso, “I missed you bunches!!”
She laughed and hugged him back. “I missed you a lot too. Look, I brought you something!” She smiled, and looked down at him. “To make up for the fact that I haven’t seen you in while.”
Peter’s eyes lit up, “Really?” he asked, looking around, “What, what? You brought me a present?”
She laughed again and handed him the bag of sweets. “Just a few little candies from Narnia, I hope they are to your liking.”
The child’s grin continued to widen, “Really? Really really?” he cheered, opening the bag. He popped one into his mouth and chewed, “Yummy! Lumi, do you want some, too?”
She was glad to see that he liked them. “No, no. I’m fine Peter. So I that that as you like them?” She said, smiling.
Peter bobbed his head up and down, “Uh-huh, thanks so much!” he grinned, then wiped his hands on the old clothes.
“You’re welcome~ Oh! Don’t do that! Those are such cute clothes!” She said when she saw what he was doing. “Oh well, I guess that couldn’t be helped.”
Peter frowned, “Oh, m’sorry. I just found these weird clothes in Arthur’s closet.”
“I wonder why Arthur would have these clothes… I thought he threw them out years ago…” She sighed. “It’s alright!” She smiled.
The child is hesitant as he asks, “…whose clothes are these?”
((I was thinking fluff when I drew this.))
She looked at them. Now that she thinks about, they looked familiar… “I can’t quite place my finger on it… Arthur made everyone wear this type of clothes, no matter boy or girl…” Her face lit up. “I got it now!”
((AHDLIASHGFLSG YOU DREW THIS! This is fantastic~))
Peter smiles and climbs onto Lumi’s lap, “Really, miss? I’d love for you to tell me.”
((jfleajfela it’s not .___.))
“Actually, I think it use to be mine… I thought it was dreadful to be put in while it was hot outside, but he made me wear it anyways. You look adorable in it though!” She said, a big grin on her face.
((YES IT IS. SFJHAKFG))
Peter’s eyes widen, “This was yours?” then, he pauses, “Uh-uhm, I’m sorry, Miss Lumi, you can have them back.”
((NO IT’S NOT ;_____; alsoit’ssupposedtobeAl’sclothesbutokey))
“No, no! Keep them! They look better on you than on me.” She thought and looked at him. “You kind of look like brother in them…”
((SHFGUFSKFGJSBGJUSA YES IT IS. It’s been forever and a day since I have watched the anime, sorry.))
Peter blinked, “Brother?” he asked, hands falling to his sides. He swallowed and smiled, “Who’s brother?”
((IT’S OKAY BRO, I’M A FAILURE ANYWAY))
Two of them have over 30
I swear to gosh you guys what the hell is this
\casually reblongs from her personal tumblr cause it’s true.
Peter tilts his head and smiles, “Hullo! Would you like to play with me, Mister?”
“Play?” She tilted her head to the side, humming softly in the back of her throat. “It depends on the game.”
Peter giggles, then…
“Well, you see Peter, I’m magic.” The lie instantly came to hr and tripped out of her mouth neatly. Truth was, she knew another Peter and had become sorta attached to him, but she didn’t want to freak this one out.
The boy giggled wildly, then wrapped his arms around Amelia’s neck, “You are? Arthur says that fairies are magic. Are you a fairy?” he asked, tilting his head in complete innocence and naivity.
Peter tilts his head and smiles, “Hullo! Would you like to play with me, Mister?”
“Play?” She tilted her head to the side, humming softly in the back of her throat. “It depends on the game.”
Peter giggles, then climbs onto his new friend’s lap, “Well, Miss,” he begins, “Perhaps you can tell me your name first?”
”I’m Amelia.” Slowly, a smile curved onto her face. “And you’re Peter, correct?”
“Miss Amelia.” Peter repeated, grinning, “It’s nice to meet you. And yes, I’m Peter. How do you know my name?”
“Wah!” Peter yelps, then tackles the Canadian, “It’s Mister Mattie! Mister Mattie’s gonna play with me!”
((does this count as a starter))((It does indeed!))
Matthew grunted as Peter knocked him over with his tackle. “Hello Peter. What shall we play?”
The boy, seeming to ignore this question, continued to snuggle with his Canadian big brother, “I dunno, Mattie, but I wanna play with you! It’s boring and lonely without Arthur or anyone, but now Mattie’s here! I’m so happy!”
“Arthur’s gone?” Matthew tried to sit up under Peter. where was Arthur? He should be looking after the boy, not doing whatever else he was doing.
Peter nodded, then rolled on his side. “Uh-huh. Arthur isn’t around much. Mostly I’m off playing by myself at my fort.” He smiled, “I like my fort, but I like Arthur better.”
Peter tilts his head and smiles, “Hullo! Would you like to play with me, Mister?”
“Play?” She tilted her head to the side, humming softly in the back of her throat. “It depends on the game.”
Peter giggles, then climbs onto his new friend’s lap, “Well, Miss,” he begins, “Perhaps you can tell me your name first?”
The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe: Open RP ((please come and play~~!))
Peter adjusts the old, scratchy fabric around his neck. He streches, and the sleeves of the outfit he found fit him perfectly. The child smiles down at his stuffed rabbit and holds it tightly.
Soon, however, he is met by someone. He turns to look at the person, then tilts his head and smiles. “Hullo, how are you today?” he asks softly.
She wanted to check how little Peter was doing, since she has not seen him in a while. She had a little bag of sweets she brought for him from Narnia, hoping that he liked them.
She found him minutes later wearing this unusual outfit, she hasn’t seen anyone wear that in a while, although she thought he looked cute in it. She saw him smiling at her and replied to his greeting. “‘Ello Peter! I am well, thank you, and yourself?”
The child’s face immediatly brightened up as he launched himself, “It’s miss Narnia!” he cheered as he wrapped his arms around Lumi’s torso, “I missed you bunches!!”
She laughed and hugged him back. “I missed you a lot too. Look, I brought you something!” She smiled, and looked down at him. “To make up for the fact that I haven’t seen you in while.”
Peter’s eyes lit up, “Really?” he asked, looking around, “What, what? You brought me a present?”
She laughed again and handed him the bag of sweets. “Just a few little candies from Narnia, I hope they are to your liking.”
The child’s grin continued to widen, “Really? Really really?” he cheered, opening the bag. He popped one into his mouth and chewed, “Yummy! Lumi, do you want some, too?”
She was glad to see that he liked them. “No, no. I’m fine Peter. So I that that as you like them?” She said, smiling.
Peter bobbed his head up and down, “Uh-huh, thanks so much!” he grinned, then wiped his hands on the old clothes.
“You’re welcome~ Oh! Don’t do that! Those are such cute clothes!” She said when she saw what he was doing. “Oh well, I guess that couldn’t be helped.”
Peter frowned, “Oh, m’sorry. I just found these weird clothes in Arthur’s closet.”
“I wonder why Arthur would have these clothes… I thought he threw them out years ago…” She sighed. “It’s alright!” She smiled.
The child is hesitant as he asks, “…whose clothes are these?”
((I was thinking fluff when I drew this.))
She looked at them. Now that she thinks about, they looked familiar… “I can’t quite place my finger on it… Arthur made everyone wear this type of clothes, no matter boy or girl…” Her face lit up. “I got it now!”
((AHDLIASHGFLSG YOU DREW THIS! This is fantastic~))
Peter smiles and climbs onto Lumi’s lap, “Really, miss? I’d love for you to tell me.”
((jfleajfela it’s not .___.))
“Actually, I think it use to be mine… I thought it was dreadful to be put in while it was hot outside, but he made me wear it anyways. You look adorable in it though!” She said, a big grin on her face.
((YES IT IS. SFJHAKFG))
Peter’s eyes widen, “This was yours?” then, he pauses, “Uh-uhm, I’m sorry, Miss Lumi, you can have them back.”
((NO IT’S NOT ;_____; alsoit’ssupposedtobeAl’sclothesbutokey))
Peter tilts his head and smiles, “Hullo! Would you like to play with me, Mister?”
