"Lemme go, dummies!" Peter shouted, pounding on the door of the room he was locked in. One moment, he had been out playing in the puddles, the next he was being whisked away. The room was small, and wasn't overly unpleasant... it wasn't particularly pleasant either.

Peter had stayed in the room for several days, with a strange boy passing him food and water sometimes. He got awfully bored, and liked to busy himself with shouting insults to his captors, and hitting the door.

At first, when he was taken, he had bawled his eyes out. But that had changed when he had heard the weird red-eyed boy lauhing at him. Being the stubborn micronation he was, Peter had refused to let that creepo have the satisfaction of hearing him cry.

Well, it had been a few boring days, and finally the door was opened all the way up. The creepy boy had stepped over to Peter, and dragged him out of the room.

"Heyyy! Let go, meanie!" Peter called out, struggling. The other boy didn't listen, but dragged him around a corner and to a door.

"Okay. If you struggle, you die. If you talk, you die. Understood?" The red-eyed boy questioned in a growl, pulling out a knife.

"No! Stop it!" Peter screamed, and the boy silenced him with a quick punch to the face. His nose started bleeding and he began to cry.

"Got it?!?" The red-eyed boy questioned in a dangerous tone. Peter quickly nodded his head, and let himself be dragged through the door.

Inside he was met with the sight of a tall guy who looked kinda like Berwald, but weirder, and Tino running towards him???

He was confused, when the boy that had dragged him, put a knife up to his throat. "Hello, stay right where you are, or he gets hurt!" The boy said calmly, as if the ordeal was an everyday occurrence.

Peter watched as one of his favorite people in the world, fell to his knees, and began sobbing. It was terribly sad to watch, without being able to do anything.

"Let him go. I'll cooperate, I promise. Just let Peter go!" Tino begged, looking to the red-eyed man.

"I guess that can be arranged~" The man responded, and stepped over to the smaller red-eyed boy. He bent down, and whispered in the boy's ear, loud enough that Peter could hear. "Lock him back up, Paul."

Paul then began to pull Peter back out of the room. The last thing the little blonde boy could hear, was Tino shouting desperately.

Without a sound, the red-eyed creep dragged Peter back to his prison. "Stop it! Is he going to hurt my mama?!?" The micronation screeched, accidentally slipping out his little name for Tino.

Ever since Arthur had abandoned him, he had lacked any parental figures in his life. When Tino and Berwald had found him, he had finally felt like he belonged. He had kind of thought of them as his real parents, with Tino as his mom, and Berwald as his dad. The little guy would never say any of that aloud though, since he didn't know how the others would react. That, and the fact that Berwald and Tino weren't actually together.

He saw the way that they looked at each other though.

"Your mom? No, Bernard won't hurt him if he cooperates." The boy explained, dragging Peter along behind him. He opened up the door to the prison room, and threw the blonde back inside.

Peter got up from the floor, and launched himself at the door. "The others will come for us! JUST YOU WAIT AND SEE! MY PAPA WILL BE SO MAD!" the boy screamed, hitting the door with small fists. He finally collapsed in a ball on the floor, sobbing like there was no tomorrow.
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It was a few days later, before Paul came back to check on Peter. The boy, by then, was totally broken. He barely had any fight left in him, and had been lying in the same place for quite some time.

"Aww, come out of it my 1p. It seems your family is here after all....my friend Egil here is here to take you to them." The 2p stated, opening the door wider to reveal Egil, Emil's 2p. The taller 2p stepped into the room, and picked Peter up gently. Then, both of the 2ps left the room to go find the others.

Peter sniffled, and kept his eyes closed the whole way to the other place. He was tired, cold, sad, and hungry. But also confused. He was wondering what the heck a 1p was, and why Paul had called him that.

"Why are you doing this?" The small blonde croaked out after a minute of silent walking.

"Revenge." Egil responded, and Peter opened his eyes just enough to see the guy smiling. Paul on the other hand looked pissed off for some reason.

Soon, they had reached their destination, and Peter felt himself being placed down on something soft. His eyes snapped open all the way, and he saw that he was on a plush armchair. There was a circular table nearby, with two red-eyed guys sitting at it conversing. Egil went over to join them, while Paul sat on the floor in front of Peter's chair.

"I bet you're confused. It makes sense that your family wouldn't tell you about us." Paul said. "Anyway. Every country or micronation there is, has a bad side. A side that can take shape as another being. These beings are the countries' opposites per-sey. That's where we come in. I am your opposite. Your bad side, also known as a 2p."

Peter nodded, shocked that no one had told him that until then. He shifted over, so that he had his back facing the 2p, frowned, and tried to listen to what the other three were saying.

"We'll just have to give him back, Markell."

"But how does that help us any, Loki?!?"

"If we don't who knows what could happen to Bernard and Thurston. And quit bickering guys."

"Okay...but I won't like it. You stupid brothers, and your stupid plans..."

Peter heard the last part of the conversation, then they all stood up and went over to him. He felt a pair of arms hoist him upward and he was again being carried. This time, by a guy that looked a lot like Mathias.

A guy that looked like Lukas, stood to one side, and the Egil stood on the other. Paul stayed behind, waving to their backs as they went.

"Am I...going to see my family?" The little blonde micronation asked in a feeble voice.

"Yeah, yeah, Pretty soon kiddo! I'm Loki by the way!" The Lukas look-alike responded way too happily, looking as though he wanted to skip. 'wow. these guys really are our opposites.' Peter thought to himself.

They rounded a corner, and made it to a room off the side of a long hallway. Standing outside the door, the 2ps quietly spoke with each other for a few minutes. Then, Loki took Peter from Mathias' 2p, and surrounded him with a dark bubble. He levitated the bubble upward, and made it to float beside him as he put a hand on the door.

Egil stepped over to the other side, and began counting down the moments until the door would open.

3....2....1....
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(Did you guys like having Peter's perspective? I thought it would be nice to add... but omg poor babu! At least he'll be safe soon! I feel soooo bad writing this, but it needs to be done in order to develop the story plot. Okay, that's all! Bye guys ~Psycho)