not allowed to be in the high school dorms.

relaxes back on his bed while snacking on a can of herring and reading a book on ancient woodwork.

The small Brit dashed down the halls, abandoning any shred of secrecy when he saw the familiar room. Peter pounded on the door, calling out

"Berwaaaaaaald!" as his greeting.

((calling yourself a brit? oh ho~ ))

winces as his Peter senses began to tingle; he hoped that it was his imagination and that the small boy wasn't getting in to trouble again.

[[I was tempted to add something about 'They wouldn't consider him a Sealandian!' XD]]

(( Sweden now considers you Swedish territory. ))

"Berwald, Berwald, Berwald, lemme in! They're gonna catch me if I don't come in!" He continued to pund his little fists against the door.

(( I call him Sealandian ))

sets the book down and groans. He stood hurriedly and pulled open the door before dragging Peter in with a scowl.

[[Iggy: If it wasn't Gakuen, I'd do it. Jag_Sverige: 'The Fin/Swede/Brit/Sealandian'?]]

(( hehehe, yes. ))

(( it rolls off the tongue well XD ))

"Ah, there you are!" he said while being pulled into the room, smiling and looking around. "Hey, where's Mama Tino?"

narrows his eyes at Peter; Tino wouldn't appreciate being called 'Mama'. He had also told Peter not to visit him in the high school section.

The boy only blinked a bit, accustomed to the glare by now. "What is it? Are we gonna play games or not?"

"Games?"

He gestures with his hands, acting like he's using a video game controller. "Yes! Games! You said we could play games on Saturday! ...Unless

today's Friday....."

doesn't want to play video games; they were dull, and didn't teach Peter anything of worth. "Do som'thin' else."

He stared up at the nearly-twice-as-tall Swede with puppy eyes. "But.... I came to play with Berwald...."

nods, getting an idea of what he could do with Peter. He pulled a long navy jacket from the back of his desk chair and set a hand on Peter's

shoulder. "C'mon."

Grin leaping back on his face quick as its disappearance, the furry-browed boy bounced in place, waiting for Berwald's next move.

ushers Peter out of the room while putting on his jacket. He pat the pocket cautiously to make sure he had his wallet and keys.

Peter bounces out of the room, taking a right down the hallway despite not knowing what direction he was supposed to go in.

grabs Peter's arm and pulls him to the left.

Letting out a small squeak at the grab, Peter simply continues to walk, now towards the left, as if he'd never went the wrong way in the

first place. "So Papa, where're we going? Huh, huh?"

Doesn't answer, but continues walking until they come to a door that let's them outside.

The boy pouts a bit at being ignored but dashes outside anyway, spinning around in circles, arms stuck out to balance him.

walks towards the woods behind the school, his eyes focusing on a short, stumpy tree.

[[...;w; Spain and Romano were just in the woods behind the school in a plurk the other day.]]

(( HAHAHAHA ))

Peter chews on his lip thoughtfully, puzzled as to why they'd come out here. "Berwaaaaaald, what's going on?"

[[Hahaha...? -A bit puzzled-]]

kneels besides the tree and begins digging at the ground with his bare hands, pushing dirt and moss out of the way.

Excited at any chance to play in the dirt, Peter dropped to his knees, crawling forward, whispering secretively "Why are we digging?"

"Swords." He answers plainly, searching for the familiar metal material of his and Tino's back-up swords that he'd buried out there to be

safe.

"Swords?" The Brit's eyes glowed, and he poked at the uprooted moss with a finger. "Are we gonna play pirates?!"

scoffs at the thought of playing pirates.

He ignored the scoff completely, chanting to himself in a sing-songy voice "Pirates~ Pirates~ We're gonna play pirates~"

((THAT'A BOY, PETER ))

[[BD THOUGH HE PREFERS NINJAS /SHOT]]

((UNACCEPTABLE))

((LOL, at SCon I was a ninja, and invaded the APH group and convinced Sealand and Latvia to become Ninjas against the other nations. ))

(( Also, there were Swedish Pirates that robbed German trading ships in the Baltic Sea, despite the fact that Sweden owed Germany money))

[[Iggy: NOT ACKNOWLEDGING SEALANDIANS IS UNACCEPTABLE. Jag_Sverige: PSSSSH YES. <3 I kinda want a Latvia. ;; And Swedish pirates? XD]]

pulls out two heavy swords after a few minutes of digging. He stands and wipes his hands on his jacket.

Peter stares at the swords, eyes gleaming, not even noticing the dirt covering them from head to toe. "Where did you get those from?"

shrugs, walking deeper in to the woods. If he was going to teach Peter how to fight with them they had to be far away from everyone.

"We're gonna play pirates~" he continued to chant, staring around at the dark forest, the canopy blocking out most of the sun. "Berwald,

are *you* a pirate?! Can you kick tail and be back for classes on time like a comic book hero?!"

shakes his head; it had been years since he'd last acted like a pirate; and being a pirate wasn't like being a super hero, despite what

American movies, and Arthur, may have made Peter think.

"Aww," Peter sighs, tromping loudly through the forest and bouncing his arms at his sides as he does so.

stops walking when they find a small clearing. He would teach Peter how to defend himself against Arthur and Denny.

Peter looks around the clearing in amazement. "Wow, is this where we'll be playing?!

[[*"]]

nods, and sets the swords on to the ground. He pulls his jacket off and loosens his tie.

The Brit sees Berwald taking off his tie and jacket and imitates the Swede, taking odd his hat and placing it carefully on the ground.

holds out the smaller of the two large swords to Peter, pointing the handle towards his hands.

Peter grabs the sword hilt excitedly, pulling it from the sheath and brandishing it clumsily. "Wow, these are cool~!"

nods in agreement and holds his own sword out. "Hold 't like th's."

He copys the stance, determined expression on his face. *I'm gonna be a superhero*!

pulls his sword up, both hands gripping the handle. He stretches his left leg forward, resting his weight on it before glancing to Peter.