Sealand's Memories.

"Ah~" An annoyed Peter sighed walking out of Ivan's house. Ivan had yet again gone off and asked every nation in sight to, "Become one with him" at the latest world meeting. Obviously Peter was annoyed but his daddy was even more annoyed than he was. Alfred, though, he too, didn't accept his son as a nation, allowed Peter and Ivan to get married about a year ago.

Yes a year, that's what made Peter even more annoyed. He may be young, but he was faithful. If he wasn't Raivis and him would have been in each other's pants a million times by now. But no Peter, for some strange reason, unknown to even him, had feelings for the big terrifying nation that Ivan is. Although it helped that, that jerk Arthur was afraid of Ivan.

But alas, even though Ivan was the one who asked to marry the young naive micronation, he was still almost always intent on asking other nations to "Become on with him." That always made Peter upset.

Peter, who was walking in the harsh cold weathers of Russia, found himself in the middle of a town, which was completely empty of life on the outside. But from the windows of the houses, one could tell, in the warmly lit houses, people were living happily. This made Peter miss his home of Sealand. Sealand, though small with few people, was always warm and had an air of carefree, calm, hardworking, peace. The sun would graze down on the few people living there and everyone was like a big family. Mostly because there were so few people living there, and most of those people were probably actually family.

"Ah~" Peter sighed again, he was getting tired of Russia asking and asking people to become part of him. Was Peter not enough? Could Peter not please the older nation? But then again, from the start Peter, felt as if Ivan only asked Peter to marry him because of the fact he likes to pick on smaller nations. Once Ivan was bored of Raivis, his new target was poor Peter. But why had Peter accepted in the first place?

Peter leaned his head back and closed his eyes. He was shivering under his heavy winter coat matching that of Ivan's, only it was a blue and white color, like his sailor uniform. And once again Peter sighed, thinking about the whole Ivan/Peter "love."

~FLASHBACK~

It was yet another world meeting, and Peter happily walked into the room. He saw a whole bunch of nations, nations like, Feliciano, Lovino, Ludwig, Kiku, Francis, Papa Alfred. Ugh and that jerk Arthur was there, and he was talking to Papa Alfred. Instead of going to sit next to Papa Alfred like usual, Peter took a seat on the other side of the table.

Peter put his head on the desk and swung his legs (his legs didn't reach the floor yet), and he hummed a tune he heard. Slowly more people started entering the room, and normally Peter would greet them all, but today he didn't quite feel up to it. Normally he'd talk to his dad and get all hyper, but today he just didn't feel like dealing with that jerk Arthur. Soon Peter found himself drifting off into a deep sleep.

"-ey. The meetings over, wake up little nation," Peter heard a voice and felt himself being shaken.

"Nng, Five more minutes Papa," Peter said and buried his head in his arms.

"Papa? You mean that idiot American? I'm not him little one" said the voice, and he kept shaking Peter.

"Huh?" Peter said raising his head, meeting face to face with the most menacing of the nations, Ivan of Russia.

"You're awake, da?" asked Ivan, Peter, realizing now who he was speaking to tensed up slightly, mostly since he just called the man Papa.

"Oh, u-uh, yes sir." Peter said and slowly inched to the edge of his chair.

"Well, don't worry about sleeping through the meeting, nothing happened little nation," Ivan said and smiled menacingly.

"O-oh, um, okay," Peter stuttered. Alfred, who was watching from afar decided to come into the conversation.

"Ivan! Want to go get some burgers and fries, oh and maybe some soda? We could go to McDonald's and_" Alfred was cut off.

"No, in Russia we do not eat crap like that. It is unhealthy and disgusting, and we'll get fat," Ivan smiled at Alfred.

"Well, it is bad for you," Peter muttered to himself.

"Oh? Then what do you eat in Russia?" asked Alfred, Ivan smiled.

"Kolkolkolkolkolkolkol," Ivan chuckled thinking about his homeland. This caused Alfred to get creeped out and Peter just sat there.

"Well then, small nation, and American, I will see you again, da?" Ivan said as he left. Alfred shuddered.

"That dude is creepy. Peter, stay away from him, okay kiddo?" Alfred said to his son, who just shrugged and went on his merry way home.

~Back to Peter Sitting on His Random Bench~

That was the first time that the two had actually talked, and it might have been the fact that Ivan called him a nation, even though he said little or small, he said nation nonetheless. It mad Peter happy. Also, from then Ivan had visited him and talked to him more. It was like slowly, though the nation still somewhat scared him, they became friends.

The two nations became closer as time went on; Ivan would every now and then glare at people who called his buddy, anything but a nation. They talked, and got to know each other better. And strangely for Peter, he felt somewhat attracted to the older and bigger nation. And then they started dating.

It was awkward and kept low key, but they were dating. Ivan then was more faithful and went a while without asking anyone to "Become one with him" and it was a good time. The two would talk, and occasionally do other things, which made it awkward for Peter. Alas they did it and after a while it felt normal to do things with each other. Then one day out of the blue Ivan proposed. At one of the strangest times none the less.

~Another Flashback~

"And that's why German's aren't good lovers!" Alfred finished his rant on how nations should fix their flaws and how they have their flaws. But upon this rant, he got glares from everyone, and a death glare from Ivan, when he called Russian's alcoholics. Peter was sitting in-between Ivan and Alfred, swinging his legs, poking Ivan's hand. Ivan was not bothered with the notion, seeing as how Peter often did it when he was bored.

"Well, all American's are fat asses, how are you planning to fix that?" retorted an angry Ludwig.

"I resent that; American's are the heroes of the world!" Alfred said, slamming his hands on the desk.

"Oh? So when you 200 pounds overweight will you still be the hero?" asked Ludwig.

"Not if he eats Arthur's crap cooking," said Feliciano, who was none other than eating pasta.

"Hey! My cooking is not crap!" Arthur growled angrily at Feliciano.

"Yes it is~" Peter chimed in, seeing as how he ate it every night, unfortunately, since the nation was married to Peter's father.

"I have an announcement to make, so shut up," Ivan said standing up and smiling his weird menacing smile.

"…" no one spoke; they all just looked at Ivan.

"Peter and I are getting married, da?" Ivan said, "That is all," and sat down. Everyone just stared at the micronation and his "fiancée."

"WHAT? NO NEVER! THE HERO WILL NOT AGREE TO THIS!" Alfred screamed at the two.

"It is not you choice," Ivan glared at Alfred, while smiling.

"I'm Peter's father! I have say!" Alfred said pointing at Ivan.

"Da. But Peter is actually the one who gets to choose," Ivan said.

"And you agreed?" Alfred asked his son.

"I_" Peter started but was cut off.

"Why would you possibly I agree?" Alfred asked bewildered.

"But I_" one again being cut off, Peter gave up.

"Why would you want to marry this… this PEDOPHILE?" asked Alfred.

And the rest of the meeting hours went one dragged and longer than it should have been.

~Back to Peter in the Now~

Peter laughed to himself at the silly memories, they made him laugh. And soon after the forceful proposal the two were wed. Peter refused to wear a dress, so the two both wore tuxes. Then Peter moved to the harsh weathers of Russia. He was happy to be there for many reasons. He found someone he cared for, who hopefully cared for him as well. Also he was reunited with a close friend, Raivis, who was tortured by the husband.

Peter sighed again, looking around, he was young, but he at least understood, you should come after the person after a while of letting them be alone to cool off. Alas, Ivan did not come after him. Peter sighed and started walking back to Ivan's house… his house.

"I'm home," Peter said as he walked inside the house, spotting no one. He wasn't surprised when he saw the time, it was about three a.m. Peter sighed and shrugged off his jacket and hung it up. Then he walked into his room, spotting Ivan lying in bed and reading. Ivan looked up and spotted his "wifey."

"Welcome home. I take it you cleared you head, da?" Ivan asked, Peter looked at him and nodded, sitting on the bed and taking off his snow boots.

"For the most part, you baka." Peter said still upset.

"You're still upset?" Ivan sighed and looked at Peter, who wasn't facing him.

"Maybe" Peter said, as he undressed and changed into his Pajamas.

"Peter, you know I love you best, da?" Ivan asked in a seductive tone, though he was normally terrifying, he enjoyed play seductive too. He mostly did it when he made Peter upset or angry.

"Oh don't. Just please don't, try that with me now. You just asked frickin Wang to become one with you, and now you're trying to get laid. No. I'm tired of it. Not tonight," Peter said angrily. He was always slightly afraid of the bigger nation, but since they've been married, and because he's stubborn and doesn't like to shut his mouth, he recently hasn't been as afraid of getting on Ivan's bad side.

"Oh? Then what do you suppose?" Ivan asked, now also getting angry, but not showing. Peter glared, grabbed a pillow and walked to the door.

"I'm sleeping with Raivis," Peter said and walked away, leaving a shocked Ivan in his room, and Peter went and slept in Raivis' room that night.

It was just another memory for Peter.

~ The end for the chapter because I typed a lot!

~ I'm sorry if it's bad, or too OOC.

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