The winter war
There is a land or more like a realm which is much alike ours. Actually it's so much like ours that we would mistake it to ours easily. There is one big different though. The nations we have are the same but there is a person that represents the nations. Their life line is as long as the nations. They will feel the lost of lands or invades as physical pain. They will feel the peoples despair as illness. And they can be harmed in person. What it takes to kill a nation is multiple wars. The nations will also have to listen to their rulers. Obey and they have to move over if someone takes over their lands. A nation will live as long as it's people have any will or they have even a little bit of land. Life as a nation isn't easy actually it's the contrary. This realm has actually been in the same wars as our realm. But the nations have felt it all in their skin. In this realm no one wants to become a nation because it is devastating.
Now if we look back in our history we can find a war called winter war. This same war had occurred in this realm. The war which shook the small nation called Finland. And humiliated a big nation called Russia.
It was year 1939. Month was November. Day 29. A small man with blond hair and bright blue eyes sipped his coffee while sitting at the terrace of his house, and watched the snow fall outside his house. The sun wasn't up but it might not even rise today so the man didn't pay any attention to the fact. So little did he know that he was spending his last day in the well earned peace. There raged world war two just outside his small nation. He had managed to stay neutral for few months already. He wasn't going to set himself in a bad spot just so he could get beaten up. Indeed this man represented Finland himself. He had already felt the terrors and sawn the sorrows he could image. Little did he know that being under Sweden's and Russia's control was not the worst position he will ever be in.
His eyes moved to the old piles of junk on the small table at the terrace. He had already lived so long. He didn't even precisely remember how long. He did know he got control of himself 22 years ago. That wasn't much. Before that he spent his time first under Denmarks control for almost hundred years as part of Sweden. Then Sweden left Denmark and he spent centuries with him to only be given to Russia for another almost hundred years. He earned his freedom only by becoming independent. And for his own surprise he managed to do it at year 1917 at december the sixth. That was his happiest day. It also became his birthday as a nation even though he had been there as long as all the other nordics. His joy didn't last for long as a civil war corrupted on him. The red versus the white. He hated it. The feeling it gave to him was horrible and he didn't have a ruler which would be like being without a heart. The illness that hit him was the worst he ever had knewn, and he thought that any day would be his last. Not even now was he fully recovered from it as his people still had grudges to each other. Just to show how right his thoughts were he felt sick and his throat hurt he coughed few times to his hand, when he lifted it off his mouth the palm of his hand was covered in red liquid that made him feel even worse. He didn't know why this had to happen. The civil war had lasted for only five months and happened already 21 years ago, but still it had been horrible just horrible. He never wanted to fight against someone. He never wanted to ask trouble when he was younger. He still remembered the time before the vikings had come and formed the four other countries. He was free he was happy and had great time. He did what he wanted and just did as he saw the best. He had peaceful life back then. But that was not even centuries ago it was at least a millenium ago. Yes that is a long time to be unhappy and controlled. Still he tries his best to be happy and enjoy the moments of peace and freedom he has. Take it all out of what he has now.
A single bullfinch landed on the clean white snow to peck on the seeds he had placed there. His eyes slowly lifted up to the small bird and a tiny smile found its way to his face. He was getting better all the time and he was going to get better. His mind full of new hope again he fetched a waste bag from the kitchen and threw all the junk to it. There went the memories of the sadder times. He didn't want to stop to look at the staff he threw away. It would be too painful. When he was done his eyes darted up to the small bird. It was still there and now he noticed the sun slowly rising from the horisont. The snow sparkled as the light hit the ice shards the trees were just high figures in the background and a single Finnish flag swung at a flagpole in the yard. This sight made his heart fly. He was free he was his own and most importantly he was happy. At that moment a huge smile forced its way to his face and he grabbed the full waste bag and put his shoes on. He walked outside and threw the bag to the trash can on the side of the road. He breathed in the cold and fresh air and walked back inside. He should clean all the old junk away. He walked to the kitchen took all the waste bags and started cleaning.
So little did he know that the next day would be start of something horrible again...