Sealand x Tween!Reader Chapter 2

    Luckily, you had been caught up texting your mom about your new friend. Obviously, though, you didn't say anything about the evil plots you were planning with that new friend.

     That'd be stupid.

    "What did she say?" He finally walked over and peeked over your shoulder to look at your screen.

    "She'll have to answer eventually." You reasoned once you saw his confused face. "Wait...!"

    Your phone vibrated in your hand and both of your heads snapped to look at it.

    Mom: I guess you can, ____. But I want to meet her parents afterwards. Love you ; P

    You both sighed. Peter, in relief. You, in exasperation about going to have to explain that Peter wasn't a girl later. 

    Unless he was hiding some deep, dark secret. 

    But you just had that idea that he didn't have one.

    "Okay." You smiled and rubbed your hands together like a villainous villain. "I'm in."

    "Awesome!" He high-fived you and sat down on a bench nearby.

    You sat on the bench beside him and began your plotting. 

    "Peter? Where are you, you little wanker?" A male, rowdy sounding voice belted out from the parking lot. "I didn't ask to have to pick you up today! Just get in the bloody-" The rant stopped as his whole person was visable, a few yards from where you and Peter were sitting, with stunned looks on your faces.

    "Uhm..." The man coughed and turned a bit red. "Who is this, my dear boy?" You noticed that his accent, obviously British, had become less rowdy sounding. His eyebrows had the same thickness that Peter's had. They were obviously related, no matter how much Peter wanted to protest.

    You had to hold back laughter as Peter sputtered out, just as the man, which you had now identified as Arthur, done so just a minute before.

    "I'm ____." You interjected, standing up and holding your hand out to shake.

    "____, it's a pleasure." Arthur greeted you cautiously, throwing a confused glance behind you at Peter, who was caught up thinking about the pranks you were going to pull, not the fact that you were meeting the very person he was planning them with.

    "Arthur, ____ is going to hang out at our house today. We have a class project." Peter puffed his chest up and glanced at you quickly, motioning for you to go along with it.

    Arthur sighed, obviously uncomfortable with letting his younger brother bring home a girl he had never even met before. "Well, if it's for a project, I can't say no. Just remember to stay appropriate, you two." 

    Peter and you then looked at each other, and with wide eyes, awkwardly nodded at Arthur.

    With a nod, Arthur motioned for you to follow him to his automobile, whatever it was.

    It turns out it was a Black 2012 Rolls Royce.

    "Wow... this is a nice car." You gasped and accidentally said out loud.

    Arthur chuckled as he opened the door for you. You slid into the nice vehicle, Peter following.

    The ride to Peter's house was quite awkward. You didn't talk much, except for when Arthur brought up how you had an American accent. "So, where are you from in America, ____?"

    You said where you were from, which was America, but nothing else.

    Arthur had then launched into a rant about Americans, which you were more than happy to defend your country for, but before you did, Peter gave you a look that said: Don't even bother. 

    Finally, as the car pulled to a stop, you shook yourself awake from your half-slumber.

    "We're here." Peter whispered under his breath evilly, making you giggle.

    Arthur pulled the keys out of the ignition and walked over to your door and opened it for you. 

    "Thanks..." You smiled awkwardly.

    "Remember," Arthur chastised again. "I don't want my younger brother, however annoying he may be, be exposed to any crude or unruly American things." 

    You didn't realize that Peter had crept up behind you, and as you were about to make some insulting remark about how England wasn't any better, he covered your gaping mouth with one hand and dragged you away, toward the front of the house.

    "Wow." Your mouth gaped open (like a fish >3<) and you stood in the glory of this 'normal house, I guess -Peter'.

    "Come on!" He yanked you toward the front door of this giant house. 

    What do his parents do? Are they royalty? What are they doing to make this much money? Questions raced through you head as you were dragged farther in this blur inside the house.

    "Wait, PETER! CALM DOWN!" You yelled at your hyperactive friend, bending over to catch a breath.

    "Shhhh... follow me... don't let them hear you. This is great!" He laughed silently. "They are going to annoy the bloody hell out of him!" Peter shushed you and walked quietly toward a closet. You, not knowing what else to do, followed him in. 

    As you both were choking to death in the heat of some out-of-date winter coats, you overheard a conversation.

    "Kesesesese~ Where do you think this unawesome guy keeps his beer?"

    "Shh~ Mon ami, you don't want him to hear you, oui?"

    "Do you think he has any tomates~ While we broke into his house, we might as well. Fusosososo~" 

    "Ohonhonohonhonhon~ I like the way you think!"

    "Peter? _____? Where are those kids?" Arthur fiddled with his keys before setting them down, and started his exploration. You and Peter exchanged a look. Those men that had "broken in and were going to annoy the bloody hell out of Arthur" were going to get it!

    "Oh, Scheiße! We need a place to hide!" The German one whispered. 

    "This closet looks satisfactory, oui?" The French one whispered back.

    "Si." The Spanish one agreed. 

    Peter and you tried to sink back into the overly furry jackets before you were seen by the three men, but it was too late.

    They all piled in, one after the other, on top of you both.

    "Who did the awesome me land on?" The German one felt around the coats, but there wasn't enough time for you to try and find Narnia faster.

    "Is... What... Why is there a Mädchen in here? Kesesese~ I didn't know Artie was into this kind of stuff!" The German one laughed again and scooted beside you closer. In the dark closet, away from a light source, how was he supposed to know how old you were?

    "Peter, why are in here with a girl? Did we just interrupt something? You are growing up so fast!" The French one squealed loudly, overcome with the topic of young love from the other side of the closet. 

    "NO!!!!" Peter yelled, panicked. Soon afterwards, you heard something hit the wall... it was probably a head... of a specific Frenchman.

    "WHAT IS GOING ON IN HERE?" Arthur threw the door off of its hinges.

    Light poured through the closet from the outside hallway, and the trio of foreign men looked around sheepishly at each other. 

    You and Peter on the other hand, were blushing profusely and looking at the men, to Arthur, to each other, than back to the men.

    You hadn't really seen the men that had "apparently broken in" until now. They were very attractive, to say the least. And the most, that... that... was a lot more attractive. 

    "Uhmmm..." You started an explanation to Arthur. "We were all just getting to know each other better... because they are complete strangers and stuff..." You trailed off, noticing the trio giggling at your awkward explanation.

    "I TOLD YOU, NO AMERICAN NONSENSE, ____!" Arthur fumed, looking like he was about to blow a gasket.

    "Oh look, a fairy!" You shouted out, not thinking that the sad distraction would work.

    "Where, where?" Arthur's eyes lit up and he looked around. 

    By the time he had said goodbye to Miss Fairy, the BTT, Peter, and yourself had made a run for it.

    You had grabbed all of their hands, pulled them up, out, and ran up the staircase. 

   "Miss Fairy!" Arthur said almost angrily, " Why didn't you tell me? But I can't be mad at you!" He smiled back into the air with a dreamy look across his face.

    Little did he know, the BTT were going to be in on some particular plots very soon...