I'm decided to start this story and discontinued the story I was doing on Tsubasa Chronicles because I don't really like it. Anyone is allowed to use it in anyway they want.

This story is not historical. Completely made up. If this story has history in it, that would be awesome like Prussia/Gilbert.

Here we go.

Saving a Life

Chapter One

November 16, 2016

"Agent Sweden, once you finish your mission, come on back to Base. Retrieve any information that you can find. Do you understand?" asked Commander, through an earpiece.

"Y's, C'mm'nd'r," answered Sweden with a strong Swedish accent, standing by a door to a warehouse, ready to enter with an automatic rifle in his hands. The call ended. (Yes, Commander.)

Agent Sweden was a twenty-year-old man with pale skin and was five feet eleven inches. He had short blond hair and sea blue eyes. He wore a tight black tank top with a long royal blue trench coat and royal blue pants with black army boots. He also wore black gloves and glasses. The black belt that held up his pants had two gun holders with two small pistols in them, a few grenades, an army knife and a small first aid kit.

Sweden slowly opened the door and saw that it led to a hallway, which was empty. He walked in carefully and down the hallway. When Sweden found the first door, he opened the door cautiously and saw that it was also empty. He started to check the whole warehouse and realized that building was deserted. There were only computers and machinery that were completely destroyed.

As he started to check the final part of the warehouse, the basement, he saw that entire floor was an abandoned lab with several connecting doors. Sweden checked through each door and at the final door, he found a surprise.

An adolescent was sprawled on his stomach across the concrete floor of the small room. Sweden ran up to the kid and carefully turned the kid on his back. A small blushed appeared on his when he saw the kid's cute face.

The kid looked to be fourteen and was five feet six inches with skin that was a tint paler than Sweden's. The kid was extremely thin with shoulder long hair with bangs that covered most of the kid's face. The kid wore a white baggy t-shirt that slid down one of the kid's shoulders and baggy white pants with bare feet. The kid was unconscious and was breathing evenly, but was cold to the touch.

Sweden took off his coat and wrapped it around the kid gently. He pressed a button on the earpiece and the Commander answered, "What is it, Sweden?"

"C'mm'nd'r, I f'nd a k'd 'n b'd sh'pe," told Sweden. (Commander, I found a kid in bad shape.)

Silence fell between them and then Commander ordered, "Bring the kid in. That kid could give us information on the mission. Hurry back to Base."

"Y's, C'mm'nd'r," answered Sweden. The call ended. (Yes, Commander.)

Sweden sling the rifle across his back and tenderly picked the kid up bridal style, cradling the kid close to his chest for warmth.

As Sweden stood up, the kid groaned softly and snuggled closer into Sweden's chest.

The blush on Sweden's face grew a bit.

Sweden headed out of the warehouse and saw that it night with a cool wind blowing. The kid started to shiver against Sweden and snuggled even closer into his chest.

He headed into the woods to where his black Jeep was located. When Sweden reached the Jeep, he carefully held the kid in one arm and opened the passenger door. He placed the kid into passenger seat and buckling in the seat belt.

Eyes opening slowly, the kid looked at Sweden.

Sweden saw that the kid had beautiful light violet eyes, but they seemed empty with life.

"H'y k'd, 't'll b' 'lr'ght. Y' u 're s'fe n'w," said Sweden. (Hey kid, it'll be alright. You are safe now.)

The kid's eyes closed and went back into unconsciousness.

Sweden closed the door and ran to the driver's side, opening the door and sitting in the seat. He buckled his seat belt and started the Jeep, heading to Base.

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