Finland could feel everything. His wounds, each explosive, each soldier death as they lost the fight. His country was engulfed by this sinister war and he needed to end it now. He looked up at the Russian infront of him, trying to block out the battle raging on around them. He needed to win.

"You look tired, da? Just give up and become one with Mother Russia." Russia mocked. Finland growled at him, he couldn't give up, not now with his people dying for him. He took a fighting stance, raising his fists, pain throbed thoughout his whole body when he moved.

"Never!" he shouted.

Russia chuckle and stalked towards him, raising his bloody pipe. "You can not win, Finland. Look around you and see how many people you led to their deaths."

He didn't have to look to know what was happening, Russia's forces were winning. He could see in the corner of his eye's the bloody bodies lying on the ground. He howled as he lunged at the larger nation. But Russia dodge him and suddenly he tumbling down a cliff side, he somehow failed to notice.

He couldn't bring himself to stand up when he stoped rolling, exhaustion and pain catching up to him. But he needed to get up or he would lose. With trembling arms he manage to sit upright. His attention perked when he heard something that didn't belong on a battlefeild.

"Mama, mama, look. Look at those airplanes." Peter said excitedly. Tino could see him, only a few feet away. His back was turned to Tino as he pointed to a squadron of military planes flying towards them. On the sea at a distance, Tino could make out Sealand. As the planes started get close to the platform, they dived near it. He watch in horror as the bottoms of the planes open up and large nukes fell. The moment they hit the platform in a blaze of fire, Peter fell like someone had suddenly cut strings tied to him. Before Tino could scream for his child, a wave of intense heat hit him from the explosion.

Still chocking on the heated air, he dragged himself towards his child's body. He pulled it into his lap and stated to rock back and forth. Not Peter. Not Peter. He was just a boy, a little boy. He could bearly hear the battle over his sobs and screams, yet he heard Erlands' whisper his name clearly. Jerking up, he saw his second child laying against the cliff side.

He ran over to Erlands as fast as he could, but he wasn't fast enough. When he got near he could see the damage done to the small child, a large hole in his chest showed his inards. The chest was no longer moving. Before he could comprehend what was happening around him, he spotted an object at Erlands feet. A hand. A familiar hand with a wedding ring on it's finger that matched his own. Turning to his side he could see bloody body parts scattered across the beach.

Tino bolted up, taking in a moment of confusion for the darkness and his surrondings before hearing a quiet snore beside him. He saw Berwald, with all his body parts intact, sleeping on his side of their bed. He stared a moment, then dash out of the room to check on the children. They were too sleeping in their beds. Tino stood in thier doorway and watched them sleep. They were okay. Everyone was okay.

Arms, far to gentle to be startling, wrapped around him. He hadn't heard Berwald approaching or his own ragged breath. He wiped his eyes and allowed Ber to lead him back to bed.

"You alright?" Ber whispered, his arms still wraped around the sniffling Fin.

Tino took a moment to respond. "Im so scared of losing them, Su-san. All the wars I've been in were terrible. How would they survive any of that? Their so fragile, as micronations. We could lose them any day."

"We'll protect them everyday. Promise." Berwald whispered, while kissing his forehead. Tino relaxed in his embrace.

The room enveloped in a calm silences and within minutes both nations fell asleep in each others arms.

I was inspired to create this after hearing Hamiltalia It's quiet uptown. I recommend it!