With a gentle touch the two shared a blissful and loving kiss under the archway of the Swede's entryway, their lips moving in sync. Mathias was the first to pull away, rather quickly as his eyes darted around. His instincts had been on high ever since he ran from his hometown in Denmark across the borders, where he had been the leader of a Danish resistance against the German Nazis that invaded their land within hours. The blood rushed to his cheeks as a shadow skipped past them in the seemingly endless darkness of the night, lightened by the silvery glow of the moon above, gently grazing across the sky. "We should get inside," he muttered, piercing the still silence surrounding the duo in the black. Usually it wasn't this quiet of a night in Sweden and the distance of life disturbed the Danish boy more than the rumbling of tanks in the distance on the day of Denmark's invasion, and the sound was still clear in his ears, but he was quick to brush it off and look into his lover's eyes.

Dull blue eyes stared back at him, digging deep into the other's gaze. They stood there for a moment admiring each other as they had done years ago when the taller had first visited Copenhagen on a vacation, where there he met the cheerful Dane with his wild blond hair and lively blue eyes. It was the most beautiful sight the Swedish boy had ever seen and he stood there gazing at the other's fascinating features as the Dane paid little attention, oblivious of the fact that he had an admirer.

The reason for being on the run was quite simple although chaotic, one that would send shivers down Mathias's spine as time continued. He had dug himself deep into association with fellow Danes who chose to resist the Germans in their conquering of Europe. Their skills were far beyond those of the Nazis and soon enough they had stolen a strong supply of weaponry and with that sabotaged vehicles and set traps for the unsuspected. The fun, though, didn't last as there seemed to be a traitor amongst them who slipped their plots to a soldier wandering on the streets. Mathias teared up at the memories of his time in Denmark, where he grew up in a dull environment until the war tore the country apart bit by bit, stripping the land of freedom and peace.

"Anythin' ya need?" asked a quiet voice through the room that broke the crumbling train of the Dane's thoughts.

"Nej, takk," Mathias replied after a while, staring at the low ceiling of the attic. His eyes flickered with an abundance of emotion as he gently shut out the recurring sounds of explosions and gunfire, the screams of the innocent as their arms wrapped protectively around their lovers, their children, themselves. "I just want to go home..."