Chapter 1- Dominovaikutusista
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There he was, resting in the grass. It was dark out , not a sound could be heard coming from the forest behind him nor the road in front of him. Someone was with him, someone he did not want to be with. The man was quite tall, with glasses and strong blue eyes. He said little, and always looked slightly angry. Was he mad at Denmark? They had only left the house yesterday, maybe that was why the quiet man was upset. The man moved, and suddenly he was on top of the smaller one, crushing him. It was all very uncomfortable. Would they stay like this all night?! He can't do this, it's not right. He can't just lock up smaller countries like this. It's just not fair...
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His dreams brought it all back, his dreams uncovered the hate, the need for revenge... He made his decision, yes it was time; time to stop smiling and show Europe just how dangerous he could really become. The day was Tuesday, and his preperations began.
He used the train ride to his advantage, building his anger to keeep himself from cowarding out and leaving things the way they are. He disembarked in the capital. It was an average city, with small buildings at least no taller than six stories. The streets were wide and icy as always. Finland had to cross at least five bridges to get to where he wanted. Finally he reached his destination. He now stood in front of a modest house of average size. The tiny garden was neatly kept, and the front landing was perfectly swept. Finland strolled through the front gate and up to the front door.
After a few moments of waiting, a man- tall, with short blond hair -answered the door with a flat expression on his face. "Ja?", asked Sweden in his usual deep voice. Standing opposite of him was Finland who, as usual, had a smile on his boyish face.
"Hallo Sewden. I wanted to give you something.", said Finland.
"Ja. Well what is it you wanted to give to me, then?", Sweden repiled casually.
"Hold on, I'll give it to you soon.", said Finalnd, still smiling," But before i do... do you remember the fifteen-hundreds? You know, when I was... well... your slave?"
"Ja. I do."
"And do you remember how you would keep a tight leash on me and terrrorize my friends Livonia and Estland?"
"Ja. Why is this so important now?"
"Ooohh, I don't think I want to tell you exactly.", retorted the ever smiling Finn, "It's only the reason I came here toady."
"Okay. So what is my gift then?"
"Only this..." And with that Finland retrieved his pistol from his inner vest pocket. Before Sweden could react or even try to run, Finland fired three shots at his abdomen. The first enterd through the liver, tearing the tissue and exiting at a speed so fast it broke Sweden's fith rib. The second bullet loged itself in his intestinal tract, causing massive internal bleeding. The last did the worst damage; shattering the sternum and puncturing his windpipe, which meant that breathing would be naer impossible.
Sweden began to stumble, crashing into things before falling into an ever widening pool of crimson colored blood; and, as he went down, he bumped a table and caused a picture of him and Finland to fall and shatter, the pieces landing with him in his blood. Finland, unmoving, watched this struggle with a look of acomplishment on his face.
When Sweden's episoed was finished, Finland walked over to him and grabbed Sweden's head by his hair- which had become red in some spots.
"That's for all the years of slavery, for all the years of terror, for all the years of mistreatment!", Finland said into Sweden's ear through gritted teeth. And with that Finland dropped Sweden's head back into the blood puddle; strolled out of the foyer of the modest home, and caught the first train back to Helsinki.
Okay, so that was the first capter to my first story ever! I can understand if you think it was bad; but remember that i'm still new at this. This is my first story, so PLEASE review. I could really use the feedback!