Without sugar-coating your answers, what are your true feelings towards your father?
[ Peter’s body tenses up, and this—this wasn’t a question that he wanted, first thing in the morning. ]
[ he doesn’t exactly know what to say. So he stares at his feet for a long moment, mulling over his thoughts, more then a little nervous. Why would someone want to know? ]
I love my dad. I love him, I always loved my daddy. I was born to protect him, I was—born for him.
He’s my daddy, I love him very much. And I—I’m glad. That…that we’re close again, that he doesn’t get upset at me anymore for apologising so much, and he…daddy loves me too. I wouldn’t have asked to call him daddy if I didn’t love him. Because—I wasn’t allowed to before. I just caleld him sir and mister like I do everyone else.
[because that was what used to be normal for him.]
…I’m still a little nervous, around dad, but…but our relationship has gotten loads better.
I’m a good boy.
I sleep cuddled against Akaik because he makes sure that the nightmares stay away.
Second Chance — Write about your character finally moving on from something that’s been holding them back/ some sort of emotional turmoil they’ve been dealing with,
“You know, Daddy…I think, for a long time, I blamed you. But it’s okay now. I think that it’s okay.”
It had started after Arthur had tucked in Peter for bed. The child was staying over for one of his visits—somehow, Matthew and Arthur had arranged for it that Peter would spend one weekend every month in England, with his father, and two weeks together during the summer, along with holidays and whenever Peter gathered up the courage to ask Matthew if his father could come and visit.
Arthur, who had been quite pleased that they managed to arrange this sort of living for Peter without getting at each other’s throats, gently stroked his hands through Peter’s hair, which despite how many years he lived away from the shore, away from his fort, always smelt like sand and was coarser then one would expect. The man shifted his legs so he was half cradling the child, while Peter was still tucked safely into his bed.
Peter will read nearly anything you give to him and read it until the pages are worn and he knows all the words by heart because when he was still on the Fort books and paper were just so very precious that he feels if you do not love a book so so so much that it's burned into you that you haven't really read it at all.
IT’S PERFECT YES PERFECTHEADCANON ACCEPTED ))
Peter was actually a bit of a crybaby when he was first born. He grew out of it for the most part, though he can still get really upset at times.
Handy Dandy: What do your character’s hands look like? Scarred, wrinkled, smooth? Dirty, manicured?
Peter’s fingers and hands are actually softer and smaller then most other nationfolk’s, even though they’re rougher then one would expect from a child, due to the decades working on the fort. His fingers are stubby compared to his palm, and they’re not nearly as big as even the younger nation’s.
He doesn’t have many scars on his hands. He makes sure to take good care of himself, and always washes his hands before and after meals, and right before bed.
" The world is beautiful. Even if you’re full of tears and sadness, open your eyes. Do what you want to do. Be what you want to be. Find friends. Don’t be in a hurry to grow up. Take your time. "
whats a song that you find to be very calming? Like a lullaby?
Main Character(s): Sealand, England, France, Prussia
Summary: In 1942, in the midst of WWII, England created the Sea Forts to combat German vessels. Neither he, nor the world, ever expected what consquence this would have. This is Sealand’s story.
Note: This story might possibly be discontinued.
Submitted by anonymous.
(( Peter won’t be aggressive until he’s forced into a corner
of he has a choice, he’ll go for the non violent or passive way to go—in a fight or flight situation where he’s given an option, he’ll pick flight ))
Most nations loathe hospitals, because it’s very hard for them to explain how they’ve come back from the dead or recovered from a seemingly fatal injury.
Because of this, all of them have a pact that if one of them is ever killed or seriously hurt, the rest will do what they can to make sure they don’t end up in a hospital no matter if they’re friends or enemies. It’s one of their cardinal rules.
" Some old wounds never truly heal, and bleed again at the slightest word. "
(( I have this headcanon that after he was abandoned, Peter had a radio that he tinkered with and connected him to the outside world
he used to play music on the thing and would tweak it and fix it up when it got broken
and he still has the thing hidden because as much as he hates it he can’t part with the damn thing ))
there was a boy who lived on a fort. He was young, so young but so old, so old. He was small but if you thought that was all he was, you would be wrong. He was smart, in the way only children can be. He was mature in the way only a veteran could be. This boy was a walking contradiction, stuck as a child. The boy who never would grow up could be more of an adult than most. The boy’s name was Peter.
yes oh my god
Nightmares are frequent for the nations.
They choose to block out stuff. They choose to what they want to remember and what they want to build a mental barrier around. However, when you try to vanquish a thought, you seem to think about it more, right?
Usually what happens to them. And then the dreams occur; it could even be something from hundreds of years ago.
They’ll never forget. The memories will stay.