I think I saw another story dealing with this sort of issue, with two of the same characters. Just saying now, it's coincidence. I don't want people thinking I copied the idea or anything.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.

Here he was again. Normally, this type of punishment wouldn't have been issued for something like this. But apparently, Arthur didn't take too kindly to having his sugar replaced with salt.

Peter didn't get it. He was only having a little fun, just a little prank. His brother didn't need to blow it out of proportion. Salt in your tea tasted nasty, yes, but it wouldn't kill you or anything. Arthur just needed a sense of humor.

Now, the boy sat in his room, not getting his supper for the night. It wasn't fair! He was just being himself. Arthur was just a great big jerk! He sure hoped his parents came to get him early tomorrow. For now, though, he was stuck in here, getting nothing.

Well, it wasn't like he wanted to eat his brother's food anyway. Even he knew it sucked.

...

Later that night, Peter decided to forget about Arthur's harsh demand to have no food. He was hungry, and he was going to get something to eat, whether his jerk brother allowed him to or not. Slowly, quietly, he snuck out of his room. Since Arthur's room was right across from his, it was a bit of a challenge.

Then, with the stealth and precision of a cat, the boy tiptoed down the stairs. Thankfully, they didn't make that annoying squeaking noise like he thought. He reached the doorway when he heard Arthur's voice talking to someone.

"I know! The little git must've thought it was funny, or some bollocks like that...What's that? No, I don't think it was too harsh. You ask me, he needs to lose a few pounds. He's getting a bit pudgy, it looks like."

Pudgy? So Arthur thought he was fat? He could've told him, instead of blabbing it to some random person over the phone.

Peter didn't think he was that fat. Regardless, he went back upstairs, into his room where his mirror was. Making sure the door was closed, the boy turned on a light and looked at himself.

Come to think of it, he had been consuming more chocolate lately. He at first thought nothing of it. Now, though, he noticed some chub poking out. He lifted up his shirt, and it was certainly there.

Peter was shocked. Should he have been paying close attention? It seemed for once, Arthur had a point.

That was it. As soon as he got home tomorrow, he would start dieting to get rid of this pudge. Tonight, though, he had to get some sleep.

The boy slipped into his bed, hearing footsteps up the stairs. Hearing his door open, Peter shut his eyes tight.

As soon as Arthur left, the boy felt his eyelids actually grow heavy. He surrendered himself to the world of dreams, and went to sleep.

Note: This may be one of my most controversial stories yet. Just letting you know.

-Emerald-Shadow-Knight