[Hey everyone! This is my first Hetalia fanfiction. This is based off the amazing fic "Gutters" by Glassamilk, written in Finland's point of view! I've recently started roleplaying as Finland on instagram (if you want to find me there, my instagram username is ). I loved Gutters so much (I cried three times) but it was definitely worth the read! If you haven't read it yet, and/or do not want anything to be spoiled, TURN BACK NOW.

Disclaimer: Hetalia is not mine, you belong to you, and "Gutters" by Glassamilk is also not mine.

Alright, now enough of my blabbering, and on with the story!]

Tino coughed and sat up, his vision spinning as he took in his surroundings. He remembered being in Sweden's basement with the rest of the Nordics during the first flash, but now he was aware that the Nordics were gone, and this was not Sweden's basement. There was a single bare light bulb in the middle of the room that looked like it'd go out at any minute. About a dozen cots were strewn about the room in a chaotic yet seemingly organized fashion, and kids kicked a small rock around the rickety wooden floor as if it were a ball. Some, looking a few years older than the kids who were playing, were cleaning the room smudged with ash and dirt.

Is this... a bunker?

Looking around frantically, he called out in a hoarse voice. "S-Sweden? Berwald?!" He jumped as a hand rested on his shoulder. "He's not here," muttered Norway. "Lukas?" he whispered. He stood on shaking legs and held him close. "Voi Luoja, se on todella sinua!" Finland exclaimed, holding him back by his shoulders to look at him. "Are you okay? Where are the others? Where are we?" he asked. "You're not hurt, are you?" He put his hands on his cheeks and inspected him. "Jævla, if you're like this with me, I can only imagine how you'd act if you'd found Berwald instead," Norway said. "I'm fine, I don't know where the others are, and were in a bunker in Riga, Latvia," he stated, pushing on his shoulder and easing him to sit on the cot. "Hey, where's your cross?" Tino asked. "I must've lost it during the flash," Lukas sighed. He raised his hand as if he were to touch the nonexistent pin, but instead clasped his hands together in his lap. "How long have we been here?" the Finn asked, hardly audible. "I don't know. A few weeks at most." Tino bit his lip. "You... you don't think he's dead, do you? I mean, why would we be separated if we were all in Sweden's basement together?" "Who knows," shrugs Lukas. "Maybe there wasn't enough room for them to be in the same bunker as us. I'm sure they'll be fine." Finland let out a distressed sigh. "I hope you're right."

That hope would be the thing he held onto for the next three months.

[Alright, so I know that the translations are probably incorrect, but hey, I used google translate. It's the second time I've typed this because my connection is really crappy, but yeah. Anyways, things are going to heat up in the next chapter! Sorry if this is so short, I really wanted you guys to have a taste for what's to come!

Voi Luoja, se on todella sinua (Finnish) Oh my god, it's really you!

Jævla (Norwegian) damn

In case you didn't know, Sweden is Berwald, Tino is Finland, and Lukas is Norway. See you next chapter!]