"Äiti? [Mother?]"
A Finnish boy turned around to see a small Nordic girl standing behind him. "Kyllä? [Yes?]"
"What's going on? Where's big brother and Isä? [papa]" she asked, clutching her blanket. On her head was a Finnish cap- a Christmas from her 'Äiti'. The cross hair clip, a gift from her Norwegian Big brother, was pinned in her hair. She was wearing a small, dark blue sailor outfit, similar to her big brother's, that her Icelandic brother had given to her. In her other hand was the enchanted metallic cylinder that her Danish brother had given to her. Against it clacked a special silver bracelet that her Isä had given her.
The boy scooped her up after drawing the curtains. "Come, my little one. We need to leave before-" Screaming erupted outside, and the Finnish boy paled. No! The Nazis couldn't be here already! He grabbed a blanket, wrapping it firmly around the girl before running out of the house.
Sure enough, the Nazis were already here. A tall, blond German with bright blue eyes noticed the boy, with the child wrapped so dearly in his hands, and smirked. He nudged the albino Prussian next to him, and they both stared at the Finnish boy.
"Vell, vell, vhat an unexpected surprise, aye, mein Bruder [my brother]?" the albino asked. They started advancing on the poor Fin, who was edging away and tightly holding the girl in his hands. "Vhat do you have there, huh?"
A Norwegian boy appeared out of no where- the girl's beloved big brother. He brandished a spiked mace in each hand, and his usually stoic face seethed with anger. "Get her out of here! I'll hold them off as long as I can!"
"Right!" The Finnish boy took off as the Norwegian held back the Prussian and German. He didn't last long, and soon the boy was being chased by them, while the Norwegian gasped for breath on the dirt road and tried to ignore his pain.
The Finnish boy held the girl close to his chest. He couldn't afford to stumble or trip; the duo chasing him would catch up and what he was risking everything for would be lost.
When he believed her was far enough ahead, he ran to the river banks, desperately looking for a hiding place for the girl. He gave a sigh of relief when he was a large basket close to the water's edge.
He rushed to it, detaching the girl from his neck. The boy gently placed her inside the basket, making sure that she had the enchanted cylinder the Danish had given her and the bracelet her father had given her- they would protect her and remind her of her identity.
The girl began to do what any normal child would do when they were in this position and dreadfully afraid. She began to cry.
"Shhh..." the boy whispered, stroking her hair. "It'll be alright. Äiti has to go, but he'll be back, okay?" He began to sing the girl's favorite lullaby. She calmed down, believing what her mother had told her.
The boy quickly ran back up the bank, into the forest. He immediately caught the Prussian's and the German's attention and he began to run, leading them away from the girl.
Large stones became dislodged from their running. They tumbled down the bank, landing against the basket, pushing it into the river. The basket was carried away in the current, with the three year old girl inside.
The blanket she had had in her hand had fallen off her shoulders, and now laid on the bank where the basket had been.