Arthur sat in the dark of his living room staring at the painting of a mermaid with short blond hair and a light blue tail decorated with sea-weed and water plants, "All I wanted to do…was prove that you exist…To prove that I am not crazy…"

The Brit looked over at the light blue scale sitting on the table next to him, "That you had saved me…" He picked up the small item, "Now…you walk around and shut off the magical gift you were born with…" He clenched it in a fist, "And I'll never be able to prove my sanity…" He looked up at the flying mint bunny flying around his head, "At least I still have you~!"

…

Berwald and Tino had returned home with their new child and sat in the living room with Erik, Mathias and Elizabeta. The Dane and Hungarian were taking turns to hold the baby while Erik spoke with the Swede and Finn, "Wh-why won't anyone tell me what had happened?" Tino's eyes stayed on Peter.

"Tis n'th'n' ta w'rry 'bout," Berwald wrapped his arms around Tino, kissing his temple, "Th're was j'st a sm'll m'x up w'th th' d'ctors."

Tino tried to relax, leaning into the Swede, E-Erik what happened to your arm? It's covered in scales…"

"I just went for a little swim…They should disappear soon…"

There was a silence while, "Hey…The baby fell asleep…" The Dane managed to actually whisper, "Whadda ya wanna do?"

"I'll put him in his crib," Tino broke from Berwald's hold and carefully took the child from Mathias and went into a separate room.

"Do we tell him?" Elizabeta looked at the others.

Berwald shook his head, "He'll j'st w'rry more…" Tino reentered the room and was about to sit next to Berwald again when the Swede pulled him to sit in his lap instead.

The group continued to talk and laugh quietly, so to not wake the baby, when the time reached 7:30 and people began to leave. Finally it was just Berwald and Tino, the Finn still sitting in the other's lap.

Tino snuggled into the larger, getting ready to just take a nap before cooking, "It w's a l'ng day…" Tino nodded, "D'ctor said ya h've ta r'st," Tino only shrugged, "Wh't do ya w'nt fer d'nner?"

"I'll cook something in a little bit…" The Finn yawned.

"Ya 'ave ta r'st…"

"I said in a little bit," he objected, "Besides if you stand up now I won't be comfortable anymore."

Berwald chuckled slightly, "'ll j'st order s'me p'zza th'n…?"

Tino smiled, turning slightly to rest his cheek against Berwald's chest, "That'd be nice…"

Berwald kissed the top of Tino's head and reached for the phone, calling the closest pizza place. When he was finished he wrapped his arms around Tino and settled down with his wife and listening to his son's soft snoring over the baby monitor, there was nothing else in the world the Swede could want…

Fin…