Okay so I know I really shouldn't be working on any new stories, though I am working on a few that probably won't be posted for awhile, I saw the original author of this story, Sam the Wise, was adopting it out and I fell in love with it when I read it so... yeah. :D

Well I think we can all guess that I don't own the characters and I really don't own the plot, so I'm just gonna go... *crawls in hole*

Three days... three days and this battle had still not ended, Berwald was quickly growing tired of this war. He only wished that Matthias had not gone and messed everything up for them, after the shaky grounds they had been on to begin with, they had all finally begun to trust one another again. Like they had before when they were the great Nordic Five, when they had been a family still.

Lukas was the first one that the Danish nation had targetted, for obvious reason, Berwald always knew that one day the Dane's obsession with the Norwegian would cause him problems. Emil and Anori, the country of Greenland to others, who had both been with Matthias the days leading toward the beginning all this, fled together the first chance they got, making way for their island homes and hoping the Dane wasn't yet ready to make the trip across the ocean to recieve them.

And he did leave them be, for just long enough to let them get their hopes up, then docking on the small island country and storming the villages. Though many of the people fought the Danish army, they were in no way a match for the stronger and much larger forces.

Lukas had a small sparkle return to his eye when he caught sight of his brother for the brief second that it was, before his face returned to it's usual stoic expression and his brother disappeared behind the walls of a prisoner encampment. Matthias then unshered the smaller nation away, having barely let him leave his side for minute since he had been captured.

Tino was the only one of them all that from the very beginning showed his refusal at being ruled over by anyone and despite what others may think, the little blonde could be a monster when he was feeling threatened. Berwald remember how they both made vows to fight even when they were on their very last men, the smile that lit up the young Finnish male when him and the Swede had shook hands telling him that they would meet again soon.

Berwald hadn't seen Tino since that day...

Matthias had finally decided to go after the two allied countries, Finland first, seeing him as the weaker link and then moving on to Sweden. Finland had given the more powerful country more problems then they had thought, so after many tiring battles they retreated to the borders of the country. The threat of nearby invasion always evident.

It wasn't until later that Berwald had gotten a letter claiming that Tino had gone missing during the last battle, he couldn't be found anywhere but his government was certain that Matthias had not gotten to him. The politicians had kept a closer eye on the personifiction than any other member of the country or government had ever recieved.

The stoic blonde nation had been devistated, and for a long time his nation suffered for it barely managing to fight off the enemy forces, if they even could that is. By the time he had snapped himself out of his pity party, remembering what him and Tino had talked about, it was already too late and he found himself under the crazed Dane's rule.

So here he was, fighting against the one country that he had promised to always be there for, getting his butt whooped.

Tino would never forgive the Swede if he found out what he was doing to his poor country, if the looks the country still gave Ivan whenever in the same room were anything to go by.

"General, sir?" A young soldier called, trotting quickly to face his commanding officer, a grim look not fit for a man of his age adorning his face. If it weren't for the fact that Berwald had years to perfect his poker face, he would have looked completely startled by the sudden approach, he was sure that his heart had skipped a couple of beats there, the Swedish man really had to stop getting lost in his thoughts before someone gave him a heart attack.

"Yes, soldier?" He spoke calmly, keeping his authority about him.

The man in uniform gave a respectful salute before continuing, "We've managed to capture or dispose of most of the snipers that were keeping us from advancing further into the city, but-"

"But what?" The Swede snapped impatiently, "What else could possibly being stopping us from moving forward?"

The young man winced, "You see there is this one sniper that none of the men can get anywhere close to, that and the fact that he keeps moving and possibly the best shot I've seen, is what is holding us back."

Berwald rubbed his forehead feeling a pounding headache beginning, "How many men has this sniper taken down?"

Now don't get him wrong, Berwald was glad that most of the Finnish Snipers had been taken out, they were like Tino's pride and joy. The stoic blonde could remember the days he would let Tino brag about them nonstop all day throughout the war with Russia. At the time Berwald had not believed that the gunmen were that scary, at least not to the extent that Tino put it, but now facing them head on, he was regretting underestimating the smaller blonde country.

Having those snipers out of the way would make what he had to much simpler. Simple, but not easy, never easy.

The nameless soldier seemed to hesitate before giving his answer, "Since we discovered his original nest? A hundred, maybe more, but we lost track of him and he keeps moving. None of the men can get close enough to him to make a move before they are gunned down."

"This one is good," the soldier muttered, "Much better than the others."

Suddenly another soldier came sprinting from the direction of their encampment's entrance, blood was splashed across the man's thin face, "General! Gener-" The man was stopped midsentence by a bullet going straight between his eyes, a blank stare showing all that was left of the unfortunate life.

Berwald's eyes widened considerably at the sight, he and the soldier he had just been speaking with came to the same conclusion in the same instant, "The sniper is getting closer to camp," they both said shocked.

The taller blonde was the first to spring into action, "Raise the defenses! We have a sniper closing in on the camp!" He called to everyone who had witnessed the same thing he had.

Staring sadly at the wasted life that lay in the snow a few yards off, Berwald couldn't help but rant quietly in his head.

He didn't care who did it or how, but if this sniper was going to go down he was going to make it soon. The faster he got out of the country, the sooner he could go back to looking for his Tino.

Just wait,

he thought as he stared in the direction that the shot had fired from, I'm going to get you, just you wait.

So tell me what you think! I did a lot more editing on this than I had originally planned to but I think it turned out okay...

Please just really tell me what you think about it! And if any of you out there now me, you know that I am not good at keeping schedules so just expect another chapter when I get off my lazy butt. Though I'll probably update a few of my fics first before coming back to this one.

Well I guess till next chapter~

Sees ya!