I don't own anything...yet. (FORSHADOWING?)

"I can't find him anywhere, Su-san!" Finland yelled from upstairs. "Sea? Sea, where are you?"

Sweden had looked everywhere, but his son was no where to be found. "Ch'ck h's r''m?" He asked. It was getting dark.

"I did!" Finland ran down the stairs. "What if he got kidnapped?"

"W'll f'nd h'm." Sweden patted his wife's shoulder. Just then, Sealand walked, well, stumbled, through the front door.

"Sea!" Finland hugged him. Sealand's cloudy eyes didn't focus anywhere. "Where were you?"

"At Russia's house." He replied groggily.

"You went to see Latvia? Why didn't you tell us?" Finland studied his son, who obviously was tired or something.

"I dunno." He smiled. "Hey, when did we paint the walls blue?"

The two older nations looked around at the white walls. "Hmm?" Sweden asked.

"Never mind." He replied. When he stepped forward, he tripped. He would've fallen on the hardwood floor, but Sweden caught him.

"Sea, what exactly did you do while you were with Latvia?" Finland asked.

Sealand shook his head. "I said Russia."

"You went over there to talk with Russia?"

"Yes! We had lots of fun." He grinned.

"Wh't d'd y' d' w'th h'm?" Sweden asked.

"Well, we played board games and watched movies with Japan-"

"Horror movies?"

Sealand nodded. "And we drank this funny fizzy drink that makes the world all spinney!" He threw his arms out to emphasize this, but he wobbled a bit.

His mother's eyes widened. "You drank vodka?"

"Maybe."

"T'll th' tr'th." Sweden crossed his arms.

"Well, would I be in trouble if I did?"

Finland thought about this. "Possibly."

His hat fell off Sealand's head. "Then I didn't."

"What if I said you wouldn't be in trouble?"

"Then I did, Mommy." Sealand grinned.

"Fine, you're not in trouble for drinking vodka. You're grounded for lying about it." Finland looked over at Sweden. "Sound good, Su-san?"

"Mm-hmm." Sweden mumbled.

"Mommy?" Sealand asked, his face becoming pale.

"Yes?"

"I don't feel good. My tummy hurts and my head hurts. I'm dizzy." He sat on the floor.

"Just go to bed Sea."

"Carry me please?" He asked, looking up slowly.

"Okay." Finland lifted his son, but due to his lack of true strength, he struggled.

Sweden took Sealand from Finland. "'ll g't h'm, w'fe."

"Thank you." Finland smiled. Sweden started up the stairs, carrying Sealand, who seemed to have dozed off.

"Daddy?"

"Hmm?"

They reached the top of the stairs. Sweden carried his so into his bedroom. "Am I sick?"

"No." Sweden set him down in his bed. "G'dn'ght."

"Night." Sweden clicked the light switch and closed the door behind him. Poor Sealand held alcohol about as well as his brother. "Wait, Daddy! Why is Flying Mint Bunny in my bedroom?"

"H's n't."

"Okay! E mare libertas!"*

Sweden shook his head. In the morning, Russia was in for the fight of his life.

Next: Drugged Finland ^_^

*"E mare libertas" is Sealand's official motto. (Latin) In English, it technically translates to "From the sea, freedom!" But when it was actually used, ship captains would say it after returning from an little-known island. There's your little fact. Learn something new everyday!

By the way, I was trying to write Sweden's dialect correctly. Since I'm semi-OCD, the way it looks bothers me. How did I do, exactly.